"I don't care who is the chairman." Yongye Ark said.

Such a statement is not wise, after all, the neutral party not only means the target of the two parties, but also the enemy of the two camps.

But Sean couldn't express his attitude, because he expected that the conflict between himself and Nietzsche would become public in the future, so from now on, all his speeches would be remembered by those who cared. He can neither reveal his inclinations or intentions in advance, nor can he make potential future allies doubt his position.

If you are forced to take a stand, you can only take a neutral stand.

"Is that so?" A strange, hoarse voice sounded, like the voice of a demon **** swaying in the cave, "I heard that Mr. Fang Zhou walked very close to 'that detective' when he was still in the Sea of ​​Shimmer. close.

"Everyone here knows Arthur Merlin's position. Presumably, Mr. Fang Zhou should support Phillips, but he doesn't want to express his position with us."

Sally Wing's half-holy and half-degenerate mask looked at him. Sean admits that just looking at each other can be a test.

Under the mask, Sean's expression remained unchanged. It is well known in the industry that Sea of ​​Shimmer and Arthur Merlin have an intersection, so it is understandable if someone deduces that he is Filipino based on this. However, as long as he doesn't admit it, his true thoughts remain unresolved for others.

"You can look for more clues to speculate on my position, I have no objection." Ark exudes a firm glimmer in the ocean.

Where Xiao En stared, the moon was gently rotating, like a bottomless abyss.

"Okay everyone," the lady's voice was like a thawing spring breeze when the atmosphere was a little serious, "We seem to have talked about too many serious things—this should be a place for people to relax, shouldn't it?"

The kings seem to agree with what the brilliant finale said, and the posture that was leaning forward or a little tense has been relaxed.

"I'm still thinking about these things..." Red Dragon got up, "Looks like I need more drinks."

The atmosphere loosened up, as if a whirlwind that was about to cause a disaster dissipated.

Sean got up and went to the bar and ordered a soda.

"You don't drink?" Red Dragon had already drank his fourth glass of whiskey, and his voice sounded like he was frowning, as if he couldn't understand Eternal Night's Ark's choice.

Since the last time he was overwhelmed by the madness of Phoebedis, the **** of wine, Sean has made up his mind to stay away from alcohol.

He knew that Phipides was still wandering in the most prosperous place in this modern era, and as long as he was still a mystery seeker for a day, he would inevitably encounter his test again.

If next time I meet the main **** of Dionysus, I will still be obsessed with alcoholic beverages... Sean can't think of more ways to die.

So, he gritted his teeth in his heart and said, "Yes. I once suffered a loss because of the contents of the cup, so I decided not to drink again."

The red dragon shrugged: "Okay. I think I will drink until the day I suffer." He walked towards the long table with the wine.

Sean wanted to be quiet for a while, so he sat by the bar alone, staring at the stage.

The waltz on stage ended, and two ghost dancers with blurred faces stepped down from the stage. The follow-up lights came on, and the next performer made Sean's pupils shrink.

The guy's whole body seemed to be soaked in dark green, the wet suit on his body was still dripping, and the rain-drenched face under the crumpled top hat kept a strange smile. The long-handled umbrella hanging on his arm, Sean, still remembers —A long time ago, he was pierced by the umbrella tip of that umbrella, and the viciousness on it made him still have some phantom pain at this moment.

Tom in the rain. The guy from the New Testament urban legend. He was also "invited" to perform on the stage of the King's Club.

Including the pair of waltz dancers before, these murderous spirits don't really give their performances to others. The reason why they are here should be that they were captured by a certain King class before and forced them to perform in some way. This weird stage can also be regarded as a declaration of King-level power.

In the rain, Tom stood on the stage a little stiffly, holding the broken long-handled umbrella with his blue-veined hand. Under the stage, the orchestra in the shadows began to play a cheerful tap dance music. The originally stiff dancers seemed to be driven by some kind of force and began to tap dance.

Kick-tap, kick-tap! Tom's leather shoes knocked loudly on the stage. Although he still had the weird smile on his face as always, his eyes were obviously caught in rage and madness. He doesn't want to dance, he just wants to kill all the living things here. However, the music from the audience made him unable to help dancing...

The evil spirit's spiritual world was already extremely distorted, and with the addition of anger at this moment, it was hard for Sean to imagine what was happening in that poor soul.

It's hard to appreciate such a performance, Sean frowned slightly.

boom. There was a muffled sound of thunder coming from the glass dome far above the stage—it was raining heavily in New Testament City. There are countless raindrops on the glass, and they hit the sky, making a thin and dense sound. Countless rain flowers bloomed on the Hudson River, and the undead at the bottom of the river only felt that the sky was covered with numbness. On the scattered streets, people raised their dark shields towards the sky, and their footsteps were hurried. There will also be magical moments on rainy nights in New York City. People once said that a violent dark green figure appeared on the streets of heavy rain, so that people wanted to go home early on rainy nights.

Kick-tap, kick-tap. Tom's withered eyelids rolled up, his body danced on its own, but his gaze seemed to be glued to the glass sky.

A large amount of rainwater filled the grooves along the arc of the sky, and the drainpipes performed their work diligently. Unfortunately, the spring rain was so abundant that the swarming raindrops had exceeded the design peak value of the drainage grooves. The rain seeps through the gaps in the glass sky, like a naughty child who must climb over the window to watch the excitement.

The first drop of raindrops fell from the edge of the sky, passed through the air for a second, and shattered in a corner of the stage.

A second drop of rain fell on the shoulders of the shaking pianist.

The third drop, the fourth drop...

Sean Dickinson frowned. He clearly remembered that when Tom in the Rain was not in contact with the rain, he was only a Jack-level rival.

However, when he encountered the rain, the dangerous level would be close to the King level~lightnovelpub.net~ He turned his head and saw that the other seven colleagues didn't seem to care about what happened on the stage.

No, you can't let Tom lose control, otherwise something unexpected will happen. As soon as Xiao En made up his mind, he stretched out the ectoplasm to block the rain.

But then there was a little reflection in the sky directly above Tom, and a drop of rain was falling on Tom's hat in the rain.

Oops! Sean stood up immediately.

On the stage, the dancer who was forced to dance finally stopped his pace. The orchestra also seemed to have noticed something strange, and the music stopped abruptly.

Those slightly numb Kings finally turned their heads.

They saw Tom standing firmly on the stage.

He lowered his head, shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly, and let out a silent laugh.

Then, he slowly raised his head, the wet smile under the brim of the hat, even a mystery seeker would feel chills when he saw it.