This is no ordinary extraordinary item!

The two armors are of the same standard, and even the long-rod axe they hold in their hands is the same. What does this mean?

This shows that they are extraordinary objects made by man!

Does Mr. Mentor have the technology to create extraordinary items? God... Even in Sunderland's mind, it was already a conclusion that Mr. Mentor had a deep background, but he was still taken aback by this conjecture.

He was excited in his heart, he only felt that he was holding Mr. Tutor's thigh tightly, and he must have a bright future.

The two armors walked heavily to the front of the gate, divided them into two sides, and slowly opened the gate.

It's just like a human being!

Sunderland's eyes trembled, and he rolled his throat, trying to keep his voice steady: "Let's go."

"Well..." Dylan agreed, followed carefully behind Sunderland, and walked into the manor together.

When they set foot on the road in the manor, the lights on both sides burned, bringing warm light and calming Dylan's inner tension.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The footsteps sounded again, and Dylan looked behind him and found that the two armors had closed the door and walked slowly behind them.

He was startled, and quickly stepped up to get himself closer to Mr. Black Mamba.

The two walked forward for about ten meters. There were two empty stone platforms on both sides of the road. Dylan was still thinking about what it was for, but then he saw two armors walking on the stone platform and placing them on the stone platform. The giant axe stood still in front of him.

"so amazing……"

As a young Mengxin, Dylan is curious and afraid of such magical things.

After walking more than 200 meters, they came to the gate of the building. Sunderland took a quick look and found that it was not a historic building, but a new one.

After thinking for a while, he still reached out and pulled the door knocker and knocked softly.

There was no movement inside the door.

Mr. Mentor must know that we are here, Sunderland thought silently, and then carefully opened the door.

The door is not locked and can be easily opened.

Dylan swallowed and suddenly remembered that it was the first time he had come to this kind of aristocratic manor. The extravagant architectural style in front of him made him very unnatural.

After entering the gate, there is a wide hall with large square floor tiles, ornate frescoes can be vaguely seen on the ceiling, and a chandelier made of crystals hangs in the center.

On both sides of the hall, there is a circular upward staircase leading to the second floor, and there is also a large brown wooden door directly opposite the door, and there are bright gas wall lamps on the walls on both sides of the door.

Sunderland knew that Mr. Mentor should be waiting for their arrival behind that door.

Because only the light there is the brightest, and there are only scattered dim lights in other places.

Sunderland took a step away, and Dylan followed with small steps.

When they walked to the door, the hardwood door slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.

This is also a wide hall, with a typical noble long table in the center, with three trident-like candlesticks on the table, and a rectangular flower basket with light blue fragrant flowers in the center.

There are 6 seats on each side, and the man at the top is sitting. On the table near the top, there is a rich food display.

Mr. Mentor was wearing a casual white shirt, filled with black mist, supporting his head with his arm on the high-back seat, and holding a goblet with red wine in his other hand.

"Mr. Tutor."

Sunderland lifted his hood and bowed slightly respectfully.

Dylan didn't pay attention to what Mr. Black Mamba's face looked like at all. He paid all attention to the figure, and bowed down to greet him with excitement.

"sit."

The teacher said calmly.

Sunderland hesitated for a moment, seeing the table in front of Mr. Mentor, with cutlery on each side, guessing that it was for them, so he immediately walked towards the left side of Mr. Mentor.

He is scheming. In the Wagnerian Empire, the left side is respected. At the same distance, the one sitting on the left side is more honorable than the one sitting on the right side.

Even if he has a good impression of Dylan, the position of the first follower of Mr. Mentor will never give up!

But Dylan was dizzy with excitement and nervousness, and subconsciously followed Sunderland.

Sunderland took two steps before realizing the boy's movements, stopped quickly, and pointed to the right for him.

Dylan then ran to the right in a daze, never thinking about what this position represented.

Sunderland came to the seat, greeted politely again, and sat down, and Dylan sat down.

Aldridge chuckled, raised his glass, and said, "For this beautiful night."

Sunderland and Dylan immediately raised their glasses and echoed, "For this beautiful night."

The three of them took a sip and put down the wine glasses one after another.

Aldridge knew that the rhythm of the party was in his hands. Black Mist turned to Dylan on the right and said softly, "Are you still used to it?"

"I'm used to it!" Dylan said moved, "Mr. Black Mamba takes good care of me!"

He saw Sunderland out of the corner of his eyes, only to realize that the other party took off his hood, revealing his cheeks.

Um... Mr. Black Mamba is not as good-looking as me...

Dylan couldn't help thinking, and then scolded himself, this idea is so disrespectful to Mr. Black Mamba!

But Sunderland didn't know what Dylan was thinking, and was secretly delighted. He just felt that he didn't care about this little guy in vain.

Aldridge turned his eyes to Sunderland again, looked up and down~lightnovelpub.net~ and chuckled: "What are you wearing, aren't you hot?"

These words are quite friendly. Although Sunderland is embarrassed, he feels very comfortable.

He also knew that he was dressed stupidly, but wasn't it for the sake of mystery... In front of Dylan, Sunderland tried his best to keep his face and said, "I'm a little bit afraid of the cold."

You are an Extraordinary who has a close relationship with cold-blooded animals, and you are afraid of cold in an environment of more than 20 degrees Celsius in Spurs...

Aldridge suddenly wondered if there was something wrong with this guy's brain circuits.

He forced himself not to laugh, picked up the cutlery, and said, "Let's have a meal."

Sunderland and Dylan looked at each other, and both thought it was very strange for Mr. Mentor to have dinner, but they still picked up the utensils and ate carefully.

The food was plentiful and divided, avoiding the embarrassment of Sunderland and Dylan.

Dylan was not familiar with the dining etiquette of nobles, so he could only secretly imitate the actions of Mr. Tutor.

Aldridge deliberately displayed a lively, casual posture, which he saw as a means of creating loyalty, but of course he would not give up his majesty.

After a while of silence, Aldridge asked in a flat tone, "Recently, is there a suitable candidate?"

Sunderland quickly put down his knife and fork and replied, "There are two targets under investigation."

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