"I don't care who serves as the president." Yongye Fangzhou said.
Such a statement is not wise. After all, the neutral party not only means the target of the two sides, but also means the enemy of the two camps.
But Sean was unable to express his attitude because he expected that the conflict between himself and Nietzsche would become public in the future, and from now on, all his speeches would be remembered by those who cared. He can neither reveal his inclinations or even intentions early, nor can he make potential future allies doubt his position.
If you are forced to take a stand, you can only take a neutral stand.
"Is that so?" A somewhat unfamiliar, hoarse voice sounded, like the voice of a demon swaying softly in the cave, "I heard that Mr. Ark had a close relationship with 'that detective' when he was still in the Sea of Glimmer. close.
"Everyone here knows Arthur Merlin's position. Mr. Ark must be supporting Phillips, but he just doesn't want to express his position to us."
The half-holy and half-corrupted mask of Broken Wing Sariel looked at him. Sean admitted that just looking at each other was a test.
Under the mask, Sean's expression remained unchanged. Everyone in the industry knows that Shimmering Sea has an intersection with Arthur Merlin. If someone infers that he is a Filipino, it is understandable. However, as long as he does not admit it, his true inner thoughts will remain unresolved for others.
"You can look for more clues to speculate on my position. I have no objection." The Ark exuded a firm light in the ocean.
Where Sean stared, the moon was gently rotating, like a bottomless abyss.
"Okay everyone," the lady's voice sounded like a thawing spring breeze when the atmosphere became a little serious, "We seem to have talked about too many serious things - this should be a place where people can relax, right?"
The kings seemed to agree very much with what the glorious finale said, and their postures that were originally leaning forward or a little tense were relaxed.
"I'm still thinking about these things..." Red Dragon stood up, "It seems I still need more drinks."
The atmosphere relaxed, as if a whirlwind about to cause disaster had dispersed.
Sean got up and walked to the bar and ordered a soda.
"You don't drink?" Red Dragon had already drank his fourth glass of whiskey, and his voice sounded like he was frowning, as if he couldn't understand Yongye Ark's choice.
Since the last time he was defeated by the crazy god of Bacchus Phoepides, Sean has made up his mind to stay away from alcohol.
He knew that Phipedis was still wandering in the most prosperous place in this modern era. As long as he was still an explorer for one day, he would inevitably encounter the test from him again.
If next time he meets the main god of Dionysus, he is still obsessed with alcoholic beverages... Sean can't think of more ways to die.
So, he gritted his teeth in his heart and said, "Yes. I once suffered a loss because of the contents of the cup, so I decided not to drink again."
The red dragon shrugged: "Okay. I think I will drink until I suffer a loss." He walked towards the long table with the wine.
Sean wanted to be quiet for a moment, so he sat alone at the bar and stared at the stage.
The waltz on the stage ended, and the two ghost dancers with blurred faces took their last breaths and left the stage. The spotlight turned on and the next performer appeared, making Sean's pupils shrink.
The guy's whole body seemed to be soaked in dark green, and the suit on his body was still dripping wet. His face that was wet with rain under the wrinkled top hat kept a weird smile. Sean still remembered the long-handled umbrella hanging on his arm. ——A long time ago, he was pierced by the tip of that umbrella, and the viciousness on it made him still feel some phantom pain.
Tom in the Rain. That guy from the New Testament urban legend. He was actually "invited" to perform on the King's Club stage.
Including the pair of waltzing dancers from before, these murderous evil spirits don't really offer their performances to others. The reason why they are here is that they were captured by a King before and forced to perform in some way. This weird stage can be regarded as a declaration of King-level power.
In the rain, Tom stood on the stage somewhat numbly, holding the broken long-handled umbrella in his veined hands. Off the stage, the orchestra in the shadows began to play a cheerful tap dance music. The dancers who were originally stiff seemed to be driven by some kind of force and began to tap dance.
Kick tap tap, kick tap tap! Tom's leather shoes made a loud sound on the stage. Although he still had the weird smile on his face, his eyes were obviously filled with rage and madness. He doesn't want to dance, he just wants to kill every living thing here. However, the music from the audience made him unable to help but dance...
The evil spirit's spiritual world is already extremely distorted, and now coupled with anger, it is difficult for Sean to imagine what is happening in that poor soul.
It was difficult to appreciate such a performance, and Sean frowned slightly.
Boom. Far away from the glass sky above the stage, there was a muffled thunder - the rain was falling heavily in New Testament City. There are countless raindrops on the glass. They hit the sky and make a thin sound. Countless rain flowers bloomed on the Hudson River, and the undead at the bottom of the river only felt a tingling sensation from the heavenly spirit. People on the scattered streets raised their dark shields toward the sky and walked in a hurry. Magical moments can also occur on rainy nights in New Testament City. People have said word of mouth that a violent dark green figure once appeared on the streets in heavy rain, so that people want to go home early on rainy nights.
Kick, kick, kick. Tom's withered eyelids rolled up, his body was dancing on its own, but his eyes seemed to be glued to the glass sky.
A large amount of rainwater accumulates in the grooves along the curvature of the sky, and the drainage pipes perform their jobs diligently. Unfortunately, the spring rain is so abundant that the raindrops that pour in have exceeded the design peak of the drainage channels. The rain seeped through the cracks in the glass sky, like an overly naughty child who must climb through the window to see the excitement.
The first drop of rain dripped from the edge of the sky, streaked in the air for a second, and shattered in the corner of the stage.
The second drop of rain fell on the shoulders of the pianist who was shaking his head.
The third drop, the fourth drop...
Sean Dickinson's brows furrowed. He clearly remembered that Tom in the Rain was only a Jack-level evil creature when he was not exposed to rain.
However, when he encounters rain, the danger level will be close to King level.
He turned his head and saw that the other seven colleagues did not seem to care about what was happening on the stage.
No, we can't let Tom lose control, otherwise something unexpected will happen. As soon as Sean made up his mind, he extended his ectoplasm to block the rain.
But at this moment, there was a reflection in the air just above Tom, and a drop of rain fell on Tom's hat in the rain.
Oops! Sean stood up immediately.
On the stage, the dancer who was forced to dance finally stopped his steps. The orchestra seemed to have noticed something strange, and the music stopped abruptly.
The few slightly numb King finally turned their heads.
They saw Tom standing still on the stage.
He lowered his head, shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly, and laughed silently.
Then, he slowly raised his head, and the wet smile under the brim of his hat would chill even the explorer's heart when he saw it.
