After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment, glanced at the Akaman divine fish that slowly retreated to its "lair", and couldn't help but add something sinister.
"Of course, I believe you all have no opinion."
The assassin gave Lensak and Dean a meaningful look.
Even Wilmer couldn't be fooled by this.
It's not the first day they met these two. What kind of characters are Lensak and Dean? These people present all have some idea in their hearts. Just like Alpha, no one can truly believe this. The two of them were really not moved at all.
After looking left and right, Lucy and Ronan, who always felt that the atmosphere was inexplicably weird, communicated with their eyes for a moment, then stood up decisively, pulling Wilmer, who started coughing again, and walked towards the lounge.
Alpha, who had learned a lot, also followed them back to his room.
Lensak and Dean were left alone on the sofa, looking at each other.
After the two made eye contact for a while, Lensak stood up first and walked to Dean's side.
"What you ask of Alpha, I ask of you."
After leaving these words with sincerity, he patted Dean on the shoulder and returned to his room.
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Dean at the reception desk had just finished dealing with his curious fellow travelers.
At this time, in the palace, father and daughter Paul III and Sigrid were having a rare gathering together, drinking afternoon tea.
"What a magical life."
Pushing up the glasses on the bridge of her nose, Sigrid looked up and down at the unprotected monster in front of her, which was extremely quiet and uncomfortable, and turned to look at Paul III.
"Why did you suddenly think of raising a monster?"
she asked feigning curiosity.
"You have never shown any interest in this before."
Paul III looked at the ancient tree elf with admiration, like an ordinary old man sightseeing, and there was even a bit of relaxation on his face.
He waved to the maid to pour tea, and at the same time responded to Sigrid's question: "When people get older, they tend to have random thoughts."
"Especially after listening to the reports from various regions this year, I found that there is indeed the possibility of Warcraft being exploited."
"With such good weapons in front of me, it is normal for me to be curious about them."
Seeing that he never mentioned "demon pet", Sigrid lowered her eyes and said in a brisk tone: "If you are so curious, I will give you a demon pet as your birthday gift next year."
"I accompany you to relieve your boredom on weekdays. If you encounter any danger, I can also protect your safety. What do you think?"
Sigrid picked up the small milk jug and added some milk to Paul III's tea cup. As the color of the tea soup changed, the atmosphere between the two began to develop in a weird direction.
Paul III put the spoon into the cup, stirred it back and forth, and said calmly: "The magic pet is too noisy. I am old and can't stand this."
Sigrid deliberately tried to undermine her, "You don't have to worry too much. It's not like there aren't any magical pets that like quietness. Besides, even if there aren't, you are the emperor. What kind of magical pet can you keep?"
"When the time comes, my daughter will pay for President Dean to help you select and breed one. It will definitely suit your needs..."
"I said, no need."
Paul III interrupted Sigrid coldly.
He put down the spoon, and the handle hit the wall of the cup with a crisp sound.
The conversation between the two was suspended.
After a moment of stalemate like this, Sigrid suddenly smiled and said: "Your monster looks really good, and my daughter is also a little excited. Why don't you give it to me as an early birthday gift to my daughter? How about it?"
As if nothing happened, she skipped the topic just now and continued to cross the bottom line of her old father's patience.
However, when she said this, Sigrid's eyes were firmly locked on the changes in Paul III's facial expressions, and Dean's words echoed in her ears that Paul III would never let this monster go easily.
"I already have plans for this monster."
Sure enough, Paul III rejected her proposal.
"If you like it, ask the researchers to make another one. This plant-like monster is inconvenient to move and is not suitable for you."
Sigrid's voice suddenly became much colder, and she pointed out something.
"I said not to rely too much on the Messiah's rainbow light. It seems that those researchers did not take my words to heart."
Paul III vividly demonstrated the burning of bridges across rivers.
"I will impose restrictions on those researchers and remove their authority to use the Messiah's rainbow light to prevent something like this from happening again."
Seeing that he was indifferent, Sigrid paused and suddenly changed the topic.
"Does father know that Hassan Auction House auctioned a copy of Messiah's Rainbow Light today?"
Paul III raised his eyes and looked at her, "You mean...the share that Dean took away?"
"As expected, I can't hide it from your eyes."
Sigrid responded with a smile, her tone filled with unexpected calmness.
Paul III picked up the sugar bowl, tilted it slightly, and the soft sugar like pink sand poured down into the cup.
It wasn't until the light pink sugar covered the surface of the liquid in the cup that he stopped and threw the spoon in again.
"Doctors say you should cut back on sugar."
Looking at the pink bun in the tea cup of the person in front of her, Sigrid reminded.
"Good for your health."
She glanced at Paul III's protruding belly from the corner of her eye, as if she was hinting at something to him, but unfortunately she was playing the harp.
"Becoming a professional is best for my health. If you have time to care about how much sugar I eat, why not study how to make your frail old father a strong professional."
Paul III said with a calm expression.
This is a sentence that he has been saying for no longer sure how long he has been saying it.
And Sigrid's answers are always the same.
"I will work hard."
As soon as this topic came up, the atmosphere between the two suddenly turned cold. Sigrid was too lazy to continue beating around the bush and said bluntly: "Warcraft is a very dangerous thing, with great uncertainty in itself. Messiah Rainbow Light" , the same thing."
"And this uncertainty, in a sense, means danger."
"Dangerous things, when used on dangerous things, can easily suffer backlash."
"I suggest you make preparations early."
Paul III raised his head and looked at her with sharp eyes, "Is this your speculation or your conjecture?"
"No, if you have to calculate it, it should be the researcher's intuition."
Sigrid stretched out her fingers and pinched the pink petals floating in the wind. After rubbing them for a while, she released the fingertips that were connected together and watched the petals being swept away by the wind and flying in the air.
Paul III responded to her with silence.
"Well, good luck to you then."
Sighing in her heart, Sigrid stood up, bowed to her father who didn't know what was going to happen, and then turned to leave.
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