Allen naturally knows the weight of the seemingly simple words of the black robe man.

　　 Although the other party spoke lightly, it seemed that he had only taken a trick to make the huge situation in front of him.

　　 But Allen would not think so. You must know that under the circumstances at the time, it is not easy to perceive weaknesses, grasp the world, and reverse the situation.

　　 And, even if Irving Duncan himself is not in their eyes. .

　　 But the golden magic equipment itself has unlimited power. Moreover, the powerful existence in it, even with considerable spiritual intelligence, can exert considerable strength without being controlled by anyone.

　　Although the magic equipment used by Owen Duncan does not reach this category, it can be seen from the power shown before that it is not a simple thing.

　　 In this case, even if the user does not show real power because the user is dragging his legs, it is not the existence of ordinary silver rank powerhouses that can take chestnuts from the fire.

　　Hei-robed people can do this, and the superb methods can be seen, and they are extraordinary.

　　 "Check it and see if there are any other secrets here."

　　 Allen did not continue to ask, after all, the other party was able to say that this level was enough, and if he continued to ask, it was not because he was curious, but because he didn't know what was good or bad.

　　 "Good."

　　 The black-robed man did not refuse, nodded, and began to explore the neighborhood with Allen.

　　 Allen's spiritual sense and perception are partly placed in the space around him, and partly placed on the black-robed man behind him.

　　 Same sharp, same alert, same concentration.

　　 To be honest, Alan still feels a little bit dreamy about the situation in front of him.

　　 He didn't think the previous guys were so tricky, but the solution was so fast that he still caught him off guard.

　　 The opponent hadn't organized any defensive counterattacks at all, and had already received all the boxes.

　　 This speed of death on the spot is simply incredible, leaving Allen with no mental preparation at all, and it also made all his previous preparations go in vain.

　　 After all, before coming, the black-robed man said so badly, he was rehearsing the right technique, simulating the possible battlefield situation, and again, Alan pulled on the boat, just in case something went wrong and the boss could rescue him.

　　 After coming over, he sneaked all the way as if he were no one, and easily walked around the base camp of this place for more than half.

　　 This is not over yet. After arriving at the conference hall, they happened to meet the other party for a meeting. The two took the opportunity to listen and inquire about the news.

　　 Then there was a fight between the weng and the clams, the fishermen benefited, and the infighting of the other side created a great opportunity for them, and the living Landsea was in front of them.

　　Everything, Qiao'er **** opened the door for Qiao'er and arrived home by accident.

　　 It's almost as if everything is arranged, and there are strange coincidences everywhere. Allen is like a manipulated tool man. He appeared only to witness all this, as a powerful witness, but the truth of the facts is not important.

　　 It was this feeling that made Allen couldn't help but think of the black-robed man next to him.

　　Although Alan did not feel malicious from the opponent, it does not mean that the opponent did not participate in this.

　　 After all, some schemes do not require maliciousness. Maybe, the other party just hopes that Allen will see all this and come to the conclusion that the "high-level blood" will be destroyed, so as to achieve a certain goal.

　　 From the perspective of causal logic, such an idea does not produce maliciousness, nor does it have specific and direct harm to Allen.

　　 However, something deeper is implied in this, not necessarily.

　　 Thinking of this, Allen paused while exploring the surroundings like a stroll.

　　 His heart trembled, but on the surface he made a look as if he had discovered something to conceal the strangeness before.

　　 If all this is a well-written script, then there must be corresponding screenwriters and actors.

　　 Of course, there is no need to say more about the actor, the man in black robes should be counted as one.

　　 The several blood races who spoke before also have corresponding suspicions.

　　 After all, if they want the script to develop in their predetermined direction, they must stand up and control the situation so that the direction will not deviate from the track.

　　 And the screenwriter, although I don’t know who is there, it should be at least two forces.

　　 the side of the black robe, and the side of the blood race.

　　 If the two parties did not have a pre-communication agreement to develop a corresponding script, Allen would never believe that their previous cooperation could be so harmonious.

　　 So in other words, there is a corresponding connection between them?

　　 Allen shook his head, showing a little disappointment, as if he hadn't noticed anything, he stood up straight and walked towards other places.

　　 is also right, who said that an alliance can only form an alliance with one force!

　　 Allen muttered in his mind, thoughtfully.

　　 Although the black-robed people have been expressing kindness to us, the other party did not say that there is only one of our ally.

　　 Moreover, we don’t even know the other party’s true identity. What is strange about the other party’s private plan.

　　 Allen looked at the fragmented mana pedestal that was blown up by the terrifying explosion, and the magic pattern in the far corner, his eyes revealed an expression of interest, as if he was observing the mystery.

　　 But, what is their purpose for doing this?

　　 Get out of suspended animation? What about the deeper purpose?

　　 Is it to hide as a surprise soldier, and then raid the Augustus family; or... to jump out of the board and get rid of the game?

　　 Alan was deep in his mind, and countless thoughts in his mind swirled and flowed like a stream of light, colliding with sparks of inspiration and rubbing a brilliant light of wisdom.

　　 Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration, and a word suddenly flashed in Allen's mind.

　　 "The relationship between the blood clan of Dilno and the Tierros family is not good!"

　　 Allen seemed to have thought of something, and his smart thoughts continued along the news.

　　 Uncle Buck also said something similar, because the haplessly arrested Dracula family descended to Dilno City, the **** boy of the Dracula family, there is such news in his little soul information.

　　 However, because of the seriousness of the broken soul, the news in this area has only a slight vague impression. As for the key, there is no detail.

　　 This couldn't help but make Alan feel sorry, but it didn't prevent Alan from continuing to speculate like this.

　　 Because the two sides are at odds, don't you want to continue to blend in this chaos?

　　 Allen thinks this possibility is extremely high.

　　 However, all this is only his conjecture after all.

　　 Although the logic is complete, there is no corresponding evidence.

　　 At least, he can't find evidence of the survival of the high-level bleeding clan at the moment.

　　 Thinking of this, Allen returned to the previous pair of broken flesh and began to observe carefully.

　　 To be honest, in fact, these things have already been deeply engraved in Allen's mind, and they have not forgotten.

　　 After all, Ellen's soul essence has detached from the black iron. Although he has not yet awakened his soul, there is still no big problem with basic operations such as memorable and dual use.

　　 Even if Allen continues to observe the surrounding environment while analyzing the broken flesh and blood like a slaughterhouse in his mind, this is not a difficult task.

　　 However, he always thinks that this kind of thing is better to look at and analyze.

　　 Maybe, I found some clues that I missed before.

　　 However, I let Alan down, he still has nothing new to discover.

　　 The number of flesh and bones on the ground can only prove that there were blood races with the same number of people in the previous meeting who died, but more, whether the dead people corresponded to those who had met before, Alan was not sure.

　　 Thinking of this, Alan couldn't help but feel a little bored.

　　 But he quickly suppressed the wrong thoughts and calmed his mind.

　　 "I have nothing new to discover."

　　 He turned his head and said to the black robe man.

　　 The black-robed man shook his head slightly, indicating that his situation is no better than Alan.

　　 "Then, let's go."

　　 asked the black-robed man as if suggesting.

　　 "Go."

　　 Allen nodded in agreement.

　　 "However, before leaving, let's clean up here."

　　 Allen raised his head slightly, his eyes were calm and indifferent, and his tone was meaningful.

　　 His gaze is straight into the distance, as if he can pass through the hurried barrier of the ruins and see the outside scenery.

　　 However, although his gaze is facing forward, Alan's perception and spiritual sense have been quietly surrounding the black-robed man.

　　 The reason why he cut the grass and wiped out the roots is to observe the reactions of the black-robed people, except that one of the blood races in this ancient castle should go to hell.

　　 After all, if the other party is also in contact with the high-level blood clan, it is impossible to fail to respond to his words.

　　 It only disappointed Allen that the other party didn't know if he didn't understand it or didn't take these blood elites to heart. The black robe man just nodded silently without any objection.

　　 Upon seeing this, his eyes drooped, and he sighed suddenly in his heart.

　　 In the dark space with dim light, two figures standing there quietly looked like streamers, and suddenly disappeared.

　　……

　　 "Are they gone?"

　　 In a place about 100 meters deep under the ancient castle of the blood clan headquarters, in a wide basement like the living room of ordinary people, a charming female voice resounded suddenly, with a charming color.

　　If Alan was here, he would surely be able to hear the owner of the voice.

　　 It is Belinda Taylor who cannot be sure of life or death.

　　 "Wait a little longer."

　　 "I have been waiting for such a long time, and it is not bad for a while."

　　 "Safety is the most important thing."

　　 Someone sighed lightly and said in a low tone.

　　 A tall man with a handsome face and a heroic temperament sat opposite Belinda, his face calm, but his eyes were extremely serious.

　　 is not someone else, it is Irving Duncan, who was battling Belinda Taylor before.

　　 If someone who understands the relationship between the two of them sees this scene, it is unbelievable that their eyes will pop out.

　　 After all, the scene in front of me is too fantastic.

　　 The level of absurdity is no less than that of a weasel giving a New Year greeting to a chicken, and a rat serving as a bridesmaid for a cat. They are all unbelievable scenes.

　　 "Belinda Taylor and Owen Duncan are immortal enemies."

　　 This view, this idea, is not only recognized by the three outside families, but even within the blood clan of Dilno City has such a view, even without doubt.

　　 If someone broke the news in Dilno City that Belinda Taylor and Owen Duncan are not life and death enemies, but close friends.

　　Then what this guy is ushering in is not to become famous in one fell swoop, nor is it that the wealth is coming like waves, but to be scolded as a dog by all the guys who know the inside story.

　　Even, he may be worse than a dog.

　　 Although the gossip doesn’t need to be true, it just needs to be explosive, but if you deceive other people as fools, this is wrong.

　　 After all, the guys in Dilno City who knew a little bit about the inside story knew what was going on inside the blood clan, and also knew the relationship between Belinda Taylor and Owen Duncan.

　　 The possibility that they are close friends is even lower than that of the three big families letting go of their grievances and going hand in hand.

　　 This kind of thing that even outsiders don’t believe, let alone the kinship insiders admit it.

　　 So, in this area one hundred meters underground, Belinda Taylor and Owen Duncan sat opposite each other. The atmosphere was harmonious and it seemed like an old friendship scene, which made people feel the scalp numb.

　　 At this moment, the atmosphere between them is not as violent and confrontational as before, and there is even an unspeakable tacit understanding.

　　 It is self-evident what this means.

　　 "You said, can you hide it?"

　　 Belinda also seemed a little unconfident in her tone, and asked Owen Duncan.

　　 After pondering for a while, Irving Duncan replied in a low tone.

　　 "It shouldn't be a big problem."

　　 It's just that the hesitation and uncertainty in his tone showed his true thoughts.

　　 "Even if the other party is puzzled, he has no definite evidence."

　　 "Moreover, our original purpose was not to deceive each other. What we really need to hide from is the old guy from the Tyrros family."

　　 At this point, Irving Duncan’s tone is no longer as heavy as before, but a lot more relaxed, with a sense of confidence.

　　 "Hmm." Belinda nodded in agreement.

　　 "We spent such a big price this time~lightnovelpub.net~ I hope to succeed." Belinda said softly, her eyes full of hope.

　　 "Yes, I will." Irving Duncan gritted his teeth, "The Tierrose family will return as much as they took from us."

　　 Belinda was in a daze when he heard Owen Duncan's words, her eyes became extremely distant, as if she had returned to the night that was many years ago, that quiet late night.

　　 There is a quiet black undertone in the memory, and the black is very pure, as if the depths of the quiet and distant universe, without the slightest ripple.

　　 And in this black, a splendid brilliance suddenly appeared, illuminating the entire "world".

　　 A golden red holy grail dotted with mysterious patterns appeared from the void, sacred and radiant.

　　 "Belinda, Belinda."

　　 Irving Duncan whispered Belinda's name, with a concerned look on his face.

　　 "Sorry, I lost my mind." Belinda replied a little embarrassedly.

　　 Irving Duncan hesitated for a moment, and did not open his mouth to ask.

　　 The scene became silent again, and no extra sound appeared.

　　 The underground is a hundred meters deep, not dark, and in a wide space with soft and bright light, the two are silent, waiting for the right time.

　　

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