North of DìDū, in the study of a huge and luxurious mansion, two seemingly powerful old men sat opposite each other, playing arcane war chess left over from the Lost Era.

　　 "Alec, did you arrange those things in the north?"

　　 The silver-haired old man wearing a **** cloak carefully looked at the situation on the chessboard and asked faintly.

　　 On the other side, an old man with blue eyes who seems to be in a high position all the time, picked up the cup placed aside at random, bowed his head and took a sip of tea.

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 The old man with blue eyes replied, as if he didn't care, his tone was a little unclear.

　　 The drenched water vapor rises from the teacup and floats in the air like white clouds, forming a misty curtain between the two.

　　 The voice fell, neither of them spoke, only the insignificant breathing sound that proved the passage of time.

　　DaDaDa...

　　The silver-haired old man suddenly knocked on the war chess in his hand, and his clear and lucid look like a teenager left the chessboard for the first time, looking at the old man sitting in front of him, the one he had known since childhood.

　　 "This time, you crossed the line."

　　 Suddenly, the silver-haired old man sighed and closed his eyes slightly as he stared at the blue-eyed old man. He unconsciously raised his right hand and pressed his eyebrows, as if he was extremely tired.

　　 Seeing this scene, the blue-eyed old man's calm and indifferent expression also suddenly moved, as if the waveless lake water suddenly appeared in waves.

　　 "Niels, we should have known each other for 50 years."

　　 The blue-eyed old man Alec suddenly spoke, with a tone of vicissitudes and inexplicable nostalgia.

　　 "Yes, it's been 50 years, and we are all old too."

　　 The silver-haired old man Niels put down the index finger of his right hand on the center of his eyebrows, and looked in the direction of the blue-eyed old man again, with a heavy tone, as if there was a heavy stone in his heart.

　　 "In the past, I could turn a blind eye to your affairs, but now it's impossible."

　　 The clean and clear eyes of the silver-haired old man suddenly sharpened, like a goshawk predating with natural pressure.

　　 "You must know that today's Majesty is wise and powerful, with lofty ambitions, and means of iron and blood, and will not tolerate you doing this."

　　The tone of the silver-haired old man was extremely harsh, with a terrifying majesty, as if a sharp blade was out of its sheath with a terrifying edge, but there was nothing but murderous aura in it.

　　 The blue-eyed old man looked at the silver-haired old man's eyes, and he could even see the implicit exhortation.

　　 Alec clearly understands Niels' intentions, and he also knows the other party's intentions.

　　 Even, there was a moment when Alec was really heartbroken, but in the end, he still did not answer as the other party hoped.

　　 "What are you talking about, why don't I understand?"

　　 Alec chuckled lightly, with a very sincere doubt in his tone.

　　 The water vapor haunted his face, blurring the expression of Alec's face.

　　 However, hearing this answer, the sincere look on the silver-haired old man Niels's face was suddenly stagnant, and the light in his eyes seemed to dim for a moment, and then he lowered his head again and looked at the chessboard in front of him.

　　 The light blue light emerged in the sky, forming an infinitely wide battlefield.

　　 On the battlefield, two armies of ten thousand people are fighting each other and attacking each other.

　　Mage, warrior, warlock, knight, assassin...

　　Various professions, all kinds of arms appeared on this huge and mysterious battlefield, and they fought desperately for victory.

　　 The surging power shook the world, and the huge sound of killing and felling resounded through the sky, as if an unusually ancient war appeared here over a long period of time.

　　 However, all this is just a game of chess.

　　 The criss-crossing chessboard is criss-crossed, and the delicate and complex magical circuits like art are carved on it, so that the battlefield emerging in the air is getting closer to reality.

　　 Niels looked at the **** battlefield, but his eyes became extremely hollow, as if he didn't take the battle in his heart at all.

　　 After a few breaths, the silver-haired old man took a deep breath, and then re-said, his voice was extremely low, but with a heavy determination.

　　 "Alec, I'm not kidding you."

　　 "The last time he killed his colleagues, the emperor was very angry, and his Majesty issued the highest order to punish Isaac and the Masked Man."

　　 "At this tight juncture, you are trying to rescue you, it is just adding fuel to the fire."

　　 "And now, you have reached out to the north, ready to intervene in imperial diplomacy."

　　 "Are you really your majesty dare not to do it?"

　　 "You are the foundation of the bad empire, a hundred-year plan in the bad empire."

　　 Niels' tone was suddenly high, like a condescending rebuke, but also like a loyal anger.

　　 However, none of this had any twists and turns in Alec's heart.

　　 "I said, I don't understand what you said."

　　 "I did not send anyone to intervene in the north, nor did I let anyone undermine the imperial diplomacy."

　　 Alec's tone gradually changed from indifferent to tough, and the calmness on his face was replaced by a hard look.

　　 "Good."

　　 Hearing what Alec said, Niels took a serious look at Alec, then raised the black tea in his hand and drank it in one gulp, then slowly stood up.

　　 "I hope it is what you said."

　　 Niels ignored the end of the battle in the air, just whispered slowly with his back to Alec, then turned and left.

　　 Alec did not stop him, but still tasted the black tea in the middle cup~lightnovelpub.net~ and ignored the tea in the cup almost bottomed out.

　　 In this way, the blue-eyed old man quietly tasted the black tea for more than ten minutes, as if it was something unique in the world.

　　Bang!

　　 The tea cup was gently placed on the table aside, making a faintly imperceptible sound.

　　 Alec didn't turn his head, but continued to watch the battle situation gradually becoming mechanized due to no dispatch.

　　 "Have you arranged for the city of Gloria?"

　　 After a long time, Alec asked in a low voice.

　　 "It's arranged." A middle-aged man dressed in Chinese clothes, who looked like he had been pampered all the year round, stood respectfully on the side, bowing slightly to answer the old man's question.

　　 "That's good, that's good."

　　 Saying this, Alec also repeated a few words as if he felt relieved.

　　 "Remember, everything is accidentally flowed into the market, and in the hands of those people, it has nothing to do with us."

　　 "We are not the servants of the evil gods who destroy diplomacy, but the benefactors who save the dwarves at the critical moment."

　　 The old man leaned on the seat behind him, a bit exhausted, his voice seemed to lose a bit of power.

　　 However, the respect of the middle-aged man standing next to the old man has not diminished in any way, maintaining the same respect as usual.

　　 doesn't seem to be underestimated because of the other party's old age, after all, the death of a tiger is still there.

　　 What's more, the tiger in front of me is just old, not dead yet.

　　 Even if the energy is not up to the past, the old man’s struggle experience and political wisdom have become more sophisticated and even more daunting.