"Aidonius..." Plisson heard this familiar name again. This name belonged to the lord of the underworld, the mad king named Ikerus, the dream god, who had been contaminated by evil from outside the realm.
Plisson doesn't know what the country of Hades is like today, but it doesn't look too good to think about it. Since the Mirror of Aidonius can be ranked at the top of the forbidden serial numbers, it is most likely a divine item. .
And since it is named after the Lord of the Underworld, it must have something to do with it. It is probably transformed from its divinity or fragments of its divinity.
"Mr. Pleasant, if you want to stay in Albany for a rest, I have some unused small houses that can be used as temporary residences." Archduke Bellvien took out a large set of keys from somewhere, and then put the keys in his hand The bunch of keys was thrown to Jarende.
"If Mr. Pleasant is so willing, just ask De Zi, and he can use 067 to travel between Albany and Ghost City." Archduke Bellvien glanced at Gerund, showing a kind expression. smile.
"Thank you, Grand Duke, for your attention. I happen to have this intention and should stay in Albany for some time."
"The Dark Spirit Nectar in your hand can be used as a sample for replication. I have something else to do next, so I'll let Dezi take you to see those houses first." Archduke Belvine and Jerlend looked at each other. , and then several groups of deep shadows appeared at the feet of Plissen and the others.
"Mr. Pleasant, Miss Nuo Ling, I will lead the way." Jarend turned his head slightly and said.
"Yes." Plisson nodded, and then the shadow under his feet instantly covered his entire body. The three people who entered Belvine Manor through space teleportation left the place in an instant under the golden ticket cast by Jerlend.
The Archduke Bellvien, who was left alone in the room, gently rubbed the black ring he wore on his left hand. The shadow behind him gradually grew taller and larger, taking on a different look from the Archduke Bellvien.
A man wearing dark black armor emerged from the shadow of Archduke Belvine. His face was covered by a ferocious helmet, leaving only a pair of faint purple eyes.
"Kain, what do you think? Would he be a better choice than me?"
"Bruce, he has the sin pattern of greed, and he bears part of the wealth and authority that Mammon once had. Although this part of authority has not yet been fully formed, in terms of priority, he is indeed better than you, the 'richest man' He is more suitable to inherit that position." A soft voice came from inside the ferocious armor, and the warrior named Kain stood silently next to Archduke Belvine.
Archduke Belvine did not reply. He stared at 015 placed on the table, the broken mirror containing the face of the deceased.
In the sight of Archduke Belwien, every tiny fragment on the mirror contained a familiar face.
Grand Duke Belvine looked at those faces calmly. Here were his father, his mother, his elder brother, and his younger brother.
The previous generation of Grand Duke Bellwien had a total of 13 children, but today's Bellwien family... has only one member.
"Is he more suitable to inherit that position than me?" Justice Belvine looked at Kain with an unpredictable smile.
"That couldn't be better."...Three shadows instantly appeared at the gate of Belvine Manor, and the images of Plissen, Nuo Ling, and Jerlend gradually emerged from the shadows. appear.
The Golden Ticket can teleport a distance of 6,000 meters, but Jerlend's use this time only teleported from the interior of Belvien Manor to the gate of Belvien Manor. The grandeur and luxury inside the manor can only be imagined. Know.
It was the first time Pleasant had seen such a wide gate, and a large estate inserted across the heart of Albany, where land was scarce.
I didn't notice it much in the room just now, but it looked really impressive from the outside.
"Jalende, why have I seen you again? What has the Grand Duke arranged for you?" A short-haired woman carrying a large plate of fruit drinks passed in front of Plisson. She seemed to be very familiar with Jarende. Following Plissen and Nuoling, they greeted Jerlend.
It's a pity that Jarend seemed unable to hear what he was saying at this time. He lowered his head and groped hurriedly on the ground. The shadows attached to his body turned into tentacles swinging back and forth on the ground.
"It's broken, Lord Angel. My hearing aid seems to have been thrown away when I was teleported here. Can you help me find it?"
"It doesn't seem to be on the ground. Did it fall into the manor?"
"Ha, what are you talking about? Hearing aids are not round." The short-haired woman realized that the other person seemed to be completely ignoring her, so she walked up to Jarende with a dark face.
"Can you raise your head and look? Look what's on my plate."
"Ah, Ace of Clubs, I can't hear what you are saying right now. Let's talk after I find the hearing aid." Jerlend glanced up at the short-haired woman, and then continued to fumble on the ground.
"...I really don't know how you survived without this thing." The short-haired woman glanced at the extra hearing aid in her plate, and the expression on her face became even stiffer.
Jarende fumbled around on the ground several times, and finally Plisson picked up the hearing aid from the plate held by the short-haired woman and put it next to Jarende's ear.
"So it's your fault. Why is there nothing on the ground?" Jarend touched the hearing aid next to his ear, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.
"To tell you something, I'm really curious, why did the Greedy Sect choose a deaf man like you to be the bishop?" the short-haired woman stared at Jerlend and said.
"Don't dare to talk nonsense, don't dare to mention the fallen sect in public." Jarende's expression changed slightly and he whispered.
"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that someone will report you? Even if someone reports, the report letter will eventually be collected to you. Besides, your identity is not a big secret. There are not even a thousand people in Albany's extraordinary circle who know your identity. Eight hundred." The short-haired woman had an indifferent expression.
"Why has it spread so widely? I haven't told a few people about my identity."
"Ask Jolina, who knows what that drunkard said when he was blowing water on people in the pub."
"It seems that there are too many unnecessary exchanges between me and other colleagues." Jarend shook his head, looking a little annoyed.
"Don't worry, don't forget who is standing behind you. The Sky Eagle nobles really don't dare to have direct contact with the Fallen Sect, but the four Grand Dukes who stand at the pinnacle of power are not among them." Short-haired woman He glanced at the magnificent gate of the manor and took a sip of the juice in the plate with a calm expression.
"Okay, let's not talk about it for now. The brothers on duty inside are still waiting for these drinks. See you later."
"Well, see you later." Jarende nodded, and then the short-haired woman carrying a large plate of drinks passed through the closed manor gate like a ghost and disappeared in an instant.
"Dezi, this is..."
"Mel Oibios, a lurker with the holy title, is a special employee of the Archduke of Belvine. He is responsible for handling irregular events in Albany and the security of Belvine Manor." Gerende looked at the short-haired woman. said the retreating figure.
"Just call her the Ace of Clubs."
