Everything is explained.
God, I don’t want you to see the stars.
The old man sat on a gorgeous chair, a mithril throne forged at the expense of Magnum II. Sitting on this throne, Magnum III is immune to most soul skills, magical power, and even divine powers.
There was once a demigod-level assassin who spent ten years lurking around him, trying to harvest his life. The assassin was almost successful, but the only pity was that he underestimated the throne. The brilliant-level mind absorption was completely ineffective, so the legendary assassin died under a random stick.
However, now, Magnum III is sitting in this chair that is protected from all psychic attacks. He is covered with a kingdom robe that isolates physical attacks below the brilliant level, and he is holding the "Endless Scepter" of the demigod level in his hand.
But at this moment, he suffered the most painful injury in his life - the truth.
"understand?"
Zhou Li looked at him mockingly and smiled sarcastically: "Now, you know why I am arrogant, right?"
With cold eyes and raised corners of his mouth, Zhou Li said briskly: "You can only be imprisoned on this gorgeous throne forever. When you raise your head, you can only see the beautiful curtain woven for you by the gods you believe in."
"I think Emperor Chong pities you because of this."
Zhou Li patted the brave man's shirt on his waist, stretched his waist, and said casually: "It's so pitiful."
Then, he turned around and left this gorgeous hall with Shiran behind his back. Zhou Li did not continue to ask for the wealth, nor did he discuss the subsequent details. He knew that this old man needed to calm down after he had exposed his decades-long fantasy.
The hall was filled with light, and the firelight and lights made the already dazzling hall even more dazzling. The old man sat in a golden light, accompanied by a throne, a god-given robe, and a royal scepter, watching him and mocking him.
"is that so…"
After a while, the old man closed his eyes and heard a hoarse voice.
"He's right."
In the shadows, the girl slowly walked out. Torea turned her head and looked at the old man, and her tone was slightly gentler than before: "You guys can't see the starry sky."
"Why?"
After a long time, the old man spoke and asked unwillingly: "Why are you so cruel..."
The girl didn't answer. She didn't know why the gods didn't let mortals touch the stars. Torea did not comfort the old man. She knew that this man was the only one who could comfort her.
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"Why are you so happy?"
In the mansion purchased by Azi, Eluma was holding a newspaper and looked curiously at Zhou Li who was sitting on a chair humming a little song in front of her. She tilted her head and asked in confusion: "Much happier than yesterday."
"Of course I'm happy."
Zhou Li took the coffee handed over by Don Quixote and said to the curious two people with a bright sun: "I said that old man Magnum is autistic. Now he is probably crying to his goddaughter. I Now I want to celebrate by setting off the whip."
"well?"
Don Quixote placed the honey milk in front of Eluma, rubbed her blue hair and sat aside. He was very surprised and said: "Magnum III? Can he be said to be autistic? He was hanged by his father back then. I stayed in the sun on the city gate for a whole day and didn’t shut up."
"More than being autistic, I almost want to commit suicide."
When Zhou Li thought of that chrysanthemum old face that looked like a bereaved heir, he felt a burst of joy. He took a sip of black coffee without sugar, secretly replaced it with Eluma's honey milk and said with a smile: "Actually, I didn't say anything. , I gave him some common knowledge about astronomy and talked about some truths, but some people became impatient, and Magnum III became depressed when he saw that he could not get the irrigation of knowledge."
After finishing speaking, Zhou Li rubbed his chin and said with great interest: "You said I would take a magic shadow device to record what he looked like just now, and broadcast it in the theater 24 hours a day, with the title "I, Ma "Glam III is suffering from depression," do you think it can be popular?"
"Wow, so cruel."
Eluma, who was listening intently to Zhou Li's speech, sighed in surprise, then took a sip of black coffee, and with tears in her eyes, she went to Don Quixote's side and cried about Zhou Li's great lack of virtue.
"Why, it's Magnum III who's putting me on the fire."
After Zhou Li laughed, he started talking about business. But before getting down to business, he asked curiously: "Where are those people?"
"Ivey seems to have gone to Miss Ain's place. Azi was just sorting out information with Linghai in the room."
Just as Don Quixote finished speaking, there was a sound of pushing the door open. The three of them turned around and saw that they were Azi and Linghai with dark circles under their eyes.
"Finished..."
Ah Zi yawned and sat unsteadily on the chair. She casually took the black coffee in front of Eluma, poured it into her own cup and drank it in one gulp. After performing the passionate interpretation of the world-famous painting "The Scream", Ah Zi threw Zhou Li a dozen pieces of paper with a grimace, with more than a dozen personal names written on them, and corresponding photos and different resumes.
"The first one is called Li Wen. She is a distant relative of Li Erde. She is as young as a noble. She has black hair and black eyes. She appeared in Silver City ten days ago. There is suspicion."
Looking at the obvious oriental girl above, Zhou Li shook his head after pondering for a moment and looked at the next one.
"The next one is called Liya Ke. She is twenty-one years old. She is a noodle shop owner, but she has a platinum-level professional level as a child of the forest. She has received an invitation to the army. She has black hair and red eyes, so she is more suspicious."
Zhou Li was obviously stunned for a moment when he saw this girl. In his previous life, this girl seemed to be very famous in business, but he didn't pay much attention to her as he was digging around every day. Zhou Li thought for a moment and said to Ah Zi, "Write it down and then I'll look at the next one."
When Zhou Li turned to the next page, his hand shook and the papers almost flew out. At this time, Eluma, Don Quixote, Azi, and Linghai saw a look they had never seen on Zhou Li's face.
Deeply surprised.
Zhou Li looked at the photo. The background of the photo was a commercial street. A young white-haired girl was secretly recorded by the Magic Shadow Device. What made Zhou Li lose his composure was that the woman's face was very similar to the demon king Torea who had deceived him for twenty-five years in his memory.
"This was taken by an intelligence point of the Ayr Chamber of Commerce. Their reason is that this girl's temperament is too extraordinary, and the person who took this photo is a brilliant photographer. He feels that this girl has something that cannot be fathomed. power, and no one has seen her before. I thought this information was meaningful, so I kept it..."
"Focus on observation!"
Zhou Li suddenly interrupted Ah Zi's words, with a somewhat anxious expression: "Focus on observing Liya Ke, and leave this white-haired woman alone."
"Please do not."
