Abbott's face was as calm as water, as if nothing had happened, he walked into the study, and quietly approached Dalton's side.

　　 At this time, Dalton was immersed in the various reports on the desk. He didn't have any time to spare, and he didn't pay attention to Abbott's meaning at all.

　　 Abbott was not irritable, but stood quietly to the side, waiting for the other person to stop.

　　 It took a few more minutes before Dalton raised his head like a long sigh of relief, twisted his neck, and looked at Abbott.

　　 Abbott noticed that Dalton's sharp gaze swept across, and bowed slightly respectfully, and said in the same tone as usual, "Patriarch, it's time to take medicine."

　　 As he said, Abbott took a tube of excellent potion protected by heavy spells from his arms and handed it to Dalton.

　　 Dalton stretched out his hand to take the potion glowing with a single spell, surging with vitality, but did not drink it immediately.

　　 He looked at Abbott without saying a word, turning the five fingers of his right hand, being hovered by the potion reagent in my hand, as if thinking about something.

　　 The lights in the study are bright, and the crystal-like jewel-like potion reagents sway in the bottle, rippling with extremely beautiful ripples, under the bright light, emitting a hazy halo.

　　 One by one, repeating back and forth.

　　 It's like... It's like this potion has life, breathing.

　　 However, neither Abbott nor Dalton had such a strange sight in mind at this time.

　　 Between the two, there was only a quiet and awkward atmosphere spreading, which made the atmosphere a little stagnant, like the immortal ice, exuding the meaning of chilling back.

　　 As time passed, the atmosphere became more and more freezing cold.

　　 Both of them were silent, and no one spoke.

　　 The invisible and intangible, but ubiquitous silence filled the entire study, as if to freeze the human soul, which made people feel sincerely depressed and uncomfortable.

　　 Abbott's complexion is still stable, as stable as when he first came in, and I didn't seem to feel anything.

　　 It’s just that only the dense cold sweat on his back and the hairs that seem to stand upside down like a needle can he know how worried he is.

　　 Of course, there is still this worry.

　　 is not worried about himself, because since he has chosen this path, he has been prepared to sacrifice his life and become a benevolent person.

　　 What he was worried about was the regret that he couldn't do his best.

　　 However, despite this, Abbott felt a little grateful while he was worried.

　　 seems to be fortunate not to see the person who I don’t want to see, and the scene I don’t want to meet.

　　 Abbott muttered in his heart, as if he looked general, his heart was at peace, and there was no more worry or regret.

　　 Even if his back was blown by the cold wind and it was cold, even if his skin was still tingling like needles on his scalp, his mind was very peaceful.

　　 After all, it is normal that Abbott, who does not have advanced silver and cannot perfectly control his body, has an instinctive response to terror.

　　 But as long as there is no fear in my heart, then everything is not a problem.

　　 However, just when Abbott was ready to sacrifice his life and become a benevolence, Dalton spoke suddenly.

　　 "Abbott, remember how I asked you this afternoon, how did you answer it?"

　　 Dalton's eyes are faint, not hot, but like a black hole that swallows everything, with a deep meaning.

　　 Abbott subconsciously raised his head, looked at Dalton, his eyes met, but only saw a bottomless abyss.

　　 Abbott only felt that his body had become light, floating as if he was unstressed, losing all the traction, and drifting to an unknown area.

　　 Abbott felt wrong instinctively, and his complexion became hideous, but he could not get rid of it.

　　 In the end, he can only rise with the feeling of floating, as if to dissipate between the world.

　　 However, at this moment, Abbott suddenly burst into condensed magical aura.

　　 A cold, moon-like light swept across Abbott's body, and Abbott, who was standing stiff as if he had lost his soul, suddenly returned to his senses. He looked at Dalton profusely with horror.

　　 Abbott wanted to say something, but looking at Dalton's deep and indifferent face, he couldn't say what he said.

　　 settled for a while, Abbott spoke again, "Patriarch, what happened just now?"

　　 However, before Dalton's answer, Abbott himself was taken aback.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 His voice is dry and hoarse, as if two pieces of rotten wood rubbing against each other, making goosebumps.

　　 "Are you curious?"

　　 "This shouldn't be what you want to ask, right?"

　　 "Besides, the Patriarch who has been calling for so long is also very uncomfortable, right? It's already time, why do you want to wrong yourself?"

　　 Dalton's lips and teeth moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth formed a faint arc. His tone was unclear whether it was a mockery or a sarcasm, with an incomprehensible complex meaning.

　　 "Right, Abbott Bryan."

　　Hu!

　　 I don't know when in the study room, which has been cut off from the outside world, a breeze blew out of thin air, blowing the hair of the two of them, but making the atmosphere more solemn.

　　 Abbott suddenly said nothing, but his posture of surrendering and surrendering himself to others suddenly changed.

　　 The faint but continuous soft sound like the sound of firecrackers came from Abbott's body, and his spine rose up, like a dragon flying into the sky.

　　 Abbott's body straightened up all at once, straight like a javelin.

　　 A sharp, hard, and strong unyielding momentum suddenly rose from Abbott's body.

　　 After switching to Dalton eight years ago, the heart that was lost or hidden has returned to Abbott again.

　　 But in a flash of effort, Abbott seemed to be a different person, which made people feel a little strange.

　　 "When did you find out."

　　 Abbott asked casually, his tone was normal and his expression was natural, as if he was having a cordial conversation with a close friend.

　　 However, Dalton did not answer Abbott’s question. The smile at the corner of his mouth did not converge, but expanded by three points, "If you really want to get the answer, it is better to converge your small movements."

　　 Abbott's complexion remained unchanged, but his heart was shocked, almost showing it.

　　 He quietly stopped the action of calling Austin and others outside. He looked at Dalton as if nothing was wrong, as if nothing happened.

　　 "Very good, thank you very much for your cooperation."

　　 However, Dalton is insightful, even if Abbott didn't show it, he knew what he did just now.

　　 After Dalton praised Abbott's cooperation, he showed a satisfied smile, but he couldn't help but pause when he was about to answer his previous question.

　　 Just when Abbott was thinking about what little trick the other party would use, he heard that Dalton seemed a little embarrassed to say: "Well...Where are we talking?"

　　 Abbott looked at the other party with a serious expression, and after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think it was like teasing him on purpose.

　　 Thinking about the helpless situation of man being a knife and me being a fish, Abbott felt that even if the other party was deliberate, he had no way to refuse, only a way to cooperate.

　　 So, Abbott replied faintly, "I asked you when you found something wrong with me."

　　 It’s just that Abbott’s tone was imperceptible sarcasm.

　　 After all, he really didn't think Dalton would be unable to remember the topic he had just said.

　　 Don't say that Dunn has advanced Silver now. It's a basic operation to remember to remember, even if the opponent is still a Dark Iron Rank transcendent, it can't be so forgetful.

　　 If this is the case, then the transcendent is too shivering, not even an ordinary person.

　　 What's more, Dalton himself is an intelligent spellcaster, let alone such a situation.

　　 So, Abbott's instinct is to think that the other party is deliberately teasing him.

　　 As for the purpose, it is very simple. Have you ever watched a cat play with a mouse? Dalton is doing this at this time.

　　 Abbott has been able to imagine his tragic situation afterwards, and even he feels that according to the degree of Dalton's personality abnormality at this time, it is very likely that he is in front of Austin and them.

　　 is to blow their self-confidence, hoping to anger them, let them make the wrong decision, and thus win the final victory.

　　 Abbott felt that Dalton could definitely do this kind of thing.

　　 And this is why he did not commit suicide.

　　 It's not that he is afraid of death, nor is it that he desires to live.

　　 Just because, Abbott hopes to leave something for Austin and them.

　　 No matter how much, no matter whether it is useful or not, but at least his life must be burned, and the last one will play some role before dying.

　　 Otherwise, the last paragraph of his life would be too meaningless.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 It is precisely because of this that Abbott thought about chatting with Dalton again, waiting for possible opportunities.

　　 "Oh, yes yes yes, sorry, my memory is bad lately, I always forget some less important things."

　　 However, Dalton didn't seem to hear the badness in Abbott's tone, and smiled and knocked on his head.

　　 It’s just that, what makes people feel horrified is that Dalton was still laughing in the last moment, and the next moment he converged all his expressions, his face was cold, and he couldn't see the traces before. It was as if he had a split personality.

　　 "As for when I discovered it." Dalton's face was as sinking as water, and it was as calm as a bottomless pool, and the storm was unstoppable. "It may be earlier than you expected."

　　 Abbott's complexion changed unconsciously, because he heard other meanings from Dalton's words.

　　 And this possibility made Abbott feel like a thunder. For a while, his blood was cold and his complexion turned pale.

　　 Abbott shook his body, as if weakly standing on his feet.

This is actually a very unlikely thing. After all, Abbott is an extraordinary person of the Black Iron Step. Without exhaustion, even if he is walking with hundreds of kilograms of heavy objects, his legs are like heavy hammers. Landed, as stable as a rock.

　　 At this time, there was such an unexpected situation, which can only show that the shock to Abbott was far greater than he had imagined, and it was almost beyond the limit he could bear.

　　 Abbott held his forehead slightly, and put his left hand on Dalton's desk, barely keeping his balance and stabilizing his mind.

　　 At this moment, Abbott doesn't have the energy to pay attention to what Dalton is doing. After all, even if the other party has any ideas, he can't stop him.

　　 Abbott just tried his best to stabilize the broken spirit, turning his mind with great effort, trying to find the inaccuracy in the other party's words. Expecting to discover that the other party's words are ultimately just lies, falsehoods made to shake his mind.

　　 It's just that whether Dalton was telling the truth or not, in a faint way, Abbott had an answer in his heart.

　　 It's just that, compared to Abbott who believed in his own feelings in the past, he didn't seem to feel that kind of premonition at all at this time, but stubbornly pondered the other party's words.

　　 Of course, he knows that there is a faster way, and that is to directly ask the other party what the answer is.

　　 After all, judging whether the final result given by the other party is correct or not is, after all, much faster than judging some inexplicable words.

　　 But Abbott seems to have forgotten this method at this time, just trying his best to retrieve the past memories from his mind, and deliberate on the details of those experiences that seemed normal.

　　 He didn't want to ask, nor dared to ask, for fear that the news would completely crush him.

　　 Dalton seemed to understand Abbott's thoughts ~lightnovelpub.net~ and didn't mean to interrupt him, just watched this scene with interest.

　　 His expression is very intriguing, hatred, appreciation, ridicule, contempt, expectation...everything.

　　 But if you look closely, it looks like there is nothing.

　　 But the weird thing is that Dalton didn't mean to be anxious, just sitting there quietly, looking at Abbott, as if he didn't worry about the powerful enemies outside the courtyard at all.

　　 Time passed quietly, and the sound of the wind outside the window became bitter.

　　 Under Dalton's uninteresting gaze, Abbott suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened, bloodshot in them, his face was fierce and his eyes were fierce, like a ghost.

　　 "The conversation this afternoon was deliberately yours."

　　 Dalton smiled, "Of course, even if the reason you find is bad, I will not pursue it."

　　 "After all, you don't have much time no matter how you say it. It's okay to give you more preferential treatment."

　　 "It's just that, I didn't expect that you would give me such a big gift."

　　 As he talked, Dalton's smile became more obvious, "Although there are not many things, it is also a gain."

　　 Hearing Dalton's words like this, Abbott's face became more and more distorted, and there seemed to be flames burning in his pupils, and his anger was extreme.

　　 However, he didn't wait for Abbott to vent his anger.

　　 Boom!

　　 A terrifying blast suddenly burst, shaking the fields, causing the void to also oscillate, rippling water-like spatial ripples.

　　 Immediately afterwards, a terrifying aura that was as brilliant as the sky suddenly rose, and the brilliance was boundless, to the extreme.