The Legend of Fatality

The first man who walked down the stairs was a soldier-like figure, wearing a loose green robe with sleeves rolled up, revealing a pair of raised arms, full body muscles, but not huge, and hair cut. Very short, stabbing into the sky one by one. He took a very thick and long wooden staff.

The companion of the green robe wears exquisite mage costumes-jujube purple robe, golden buttons, black coat, and wide-brimmed hat and staff, Geely dare to say that the feather on the wide-brimmed hat is the biggest one she has ever seen root.

He is younger than the green robe. The loose purple robe makes his figure look more blessed. He took off his hat as soon as he entered the room, revealing a meticulous hairstyle. The two men chatted friendly while walking, but stopped as soon as they saw the empty room.

"Ah, this must be the lovely lady." Said the man in the mage's robe. "My dear, is the night owl here?" He spoke in a natural way as if they were old friends for many years. Suddenly, Geely couldn't help but feel good about this well-dressed and sharp-spoken man.

"Not yet." She said quietly. Although the coat and work shirt have always been very suitable for her, she suddenly hoped that she had better-looking clothes. This person's attitude seems to require that his environment should also have a more formal atmosphere.

"I didn't expect Ye Xiao to be late even for the meeting he held. Bai En seemed to be late too. He should hate being late." The green robe said, picking a table near the center of the room and sitting down.

"This is true." Zipao said. "But since they are late, we just had the opportunity to use some snacks first. I want to have something to drink ..."

"I'll help you get it." Geely said quickly, and stood up immediately.

"You are very kind." The man said, chose the chair next to the green robe, and sat down, his legs overlapped, the staff leaned against the ground, and he pressed the head with one hand.

Geely went to the bar and started rummaging through the bottles.

"Falheim ..." Geely picked Russell's most expensive bottle of wine and began to pour it into the glass, the green robe said in a threatening tone.

"Hmm ...?" The purple robe man raised an eyebrow.

The green robe nodded toward Geely.

"Oh, okay, okay." The man called Falheim sighed.

Gilliton paused, and the action of pouring wine stopped halfway, frowning slightly. What am I doing?

"I dare to swear, Antalatem." Falheim said. "You are too old-fashioned sometimes."

"She may be under the night owl, but it does not mean that she is under your hand, Falheim."

Geely stood dumbfounded. Did he ... use "magic" to me? Ye Xiao said that her abilities were quite rare, but when Ye Xiao saved her, she remembered a feeling of being released with ‘magic’, she felt his ‘spell’, but this time she did n’t even find out what she was doing.

She looked up at the man and narrowed her eyes. "You are also a wizard like Ye Xiao."

Falheim chuckled. "In fact, we are not counted. Ye Xiao may be the first mage you see. Honey, please believe me, we are not the same as Ye Xiao, he is called a son of the wind for a reason. No, I Just an ordinary, humble mage. "

"Humility?" Antalam asked.

Falheim shrugged.

Geely looked down at the half-filled glass. "Did you change my mood? I mean, use ... spells."

"No, we don't have this ability, I just borrowed something that exists in this room." Falheim said.

"Someone has used a similar spell before? A small trick to spread the alchemy potions that can soothe the emotions with the air. I just used the rest of the air to make a person more willing to trust others."

"Either way, you control me." Geely said. "You forced me to pour wine for you."

"I don't think I forced you." Falheim said. "I just changed your emotions slightly, and through alchemy potions and language hints, I made your emotions more like what I thought."

Antalam rubbed his chin. "I don't know about it, Falheim. This question is quite interesting. While you influenced her emotions, did you also seize the opportunity of her choice? For example, if she was prompted by your language Murder or theft, should the crime she committed be hers or yours? "

Falheim rolled his eyes. "This is not a problem at all. What you said is abetment. Although there is no relevant regulation on this crime on Fatalin Island, the guy who abets the crime is generally called the master messenger."

"But--"

"I don't want to fight you anymore, Antaratham."

The sturdy man sighed and looked depressed.

"Do you want to bring me wine?" Falheim looked at Geely expectantly. "Anyway, you have stood up and you need to go back in this direction ..."

Geely examines his emotions. Is she abnormally willing to do the other party's request now? Is this man controlling her again? In the end, she still left the bar, leaving the cup in place.

Falheim sighed, but did not go to get that glass of wine.

Geely walked timidly to the table of the two. She is used to hiding in the shadows and corners, close enough to eavesdrop, but far enough to escape, but the room is empty, she really has no way to avoid these people, so she chose to sit down carefully at the table next to them . She needs more information, because for every extra point of ignorance, she is at a disadvantage in this group of wizards.

Falheim chuckled. "You are such a nervous little thing."

Geely ignored his words. "You." Gili nodded at Antalatem. "You ... also a mage?"

Antalam nodded. "I am an insurance."

Auspicious frowned.

"I'm just in charge of things and there will be no accidents." Antaratham said.

Geely looked at him again with doubt.

"My dear, he can completely seal a building, or a sewer, depending on where we are working." Falheim said. "And it hurts to hit him with his staff, especially those who want to interfere with the actions of the rest of us."

Geely bit his lower lip, studying the two mages while digesting new information. She secretly looked at Falheim and found that he was staring at her, causing her to open her eyes, so she also noticed that Antaratham was also watching her. These mages seem to be interested in themselves.

"I like you, boy." He said. "The errands I worked with should not be afraid to talk to us, otherwise we would be jealous of us entering their territory."

"Yes." Falheim said. "You are not like a normal mouse. Of course, if you are willing to help me get that glass of wine, I will like you more ..."

Gili ignored him and glanced at Ham. "Mouse?"

"The more self-expanding members of us often refer to the lower-grade thieves as such." "They call you a mouse, because you usually participate in ... less visionary actions."

"Of course, I have no intention to offend you." Falheim said.

"How can I feel offended." Gilliton paused, feeling that he wanted to meet the well-dressed man abnormally. She stared at Falheim.

"Hey, stop! I said that, don't try to influence others."

"Look." Falheim said after glancing at Antalatem. "She still has the ability to choose. Of course, it may also be related to the disappearance of the agent in the air."

"you are hopeless."

They think I am an errand, Geely thought. So the night owl hasn't told them who I am. why? not enough time? Or is this secret so precious that it cannot be shared with others? How trustworthy are these people? And, if they think she is just a mouse, why should she be so good with her?

"Who are we waiting for?" Falheim asked, glancing at the door. "I mean except Night Owl and Bai En."

"Dean." Antalate said.

Falheim frowned ugly.

"Yeah, I agree. I don't think we need so many people in one operation." Antaratham said. "But I bet he doesn't care about our thoughts at all."

"I really don't know why he was invited." Falheim said.

Antalam shrugged. "In fact, he invited us. It is said to be related to the attack on Flynn."

"Well, although I don't like that magic stick very much, I am more curious about the people who dare to attack him." Falheim said thoughtfully. "I don't know what kind of action it would be ...?"

Antalam shook his head ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I hope Dean's plan is more than the dramatic effect of Bane's. "

"It's all right."

After a moment, the door was opened, and Dean they talked about came in. Geely didn't expect him to be the red robe mage in the administrative building. She suddenly realized that she seemed to have been deceived. From the tone of the other people they were talking about, these people were obviously all masters of the Fatalin Association.

Dean with short curly hair is now wearing a simple red robe and a brown coat that is completely unobtrusive. He looked around with a disapproving look, but contempt was not as obvious as Falheim. The latter is still sitting across the room, and anyone turning his head in his direction will receive his gaze.

Is not a large group of people, Geely thought. Plus Night Owl and Bai En are only six people. Of course, this counts as myself. Or are these people who come to the meeting just representatives? Are there smaller, more specialized members below? Some organizations operate this way. Starting

Falheim looked at the pocket watch three more times, and the night owl was late. He strode into the room with a consistent spirit, while Bai En followed lazily. Seeing them, Falheim immediately showed a big smile, stood up and shook hands with the night owl, and Antalatum also stood up, although his performance was more implicit.ァ 新 ヤ ~ ⑧ ~ 1 ~ 中文 网 ωωω.χ ~ ⒏ ~ 1zщ.còм

Geely guessed that Night Owl might be the leader of this group, but Geely had to admit that she had never seen such a popular leader.

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