Son of the Olden Days

"Hello, Mr. Diller, you don't have to be so polite, you just call me Susie." Susie smiled and responded, making people feel like spring breeze.

After that, Susie turned her head and shook Faith's arm. It seemed that they should be very affectionate normally.

"Since we haven't met again for a long time, won't you invite Mr. Diller to sit at home?" Susie turned her head and said to Faith.

"That must be necessary. This is not a place suitable for retelling the past." Faith patted Susie's arm lightly.

Sol silently sat across and watched the couple's response. It seemed that he had been arranged unconsciously, and he was not afraid.

Because Saul knew very well in his heart that since Faith had already recognized himself, if he or they wanted to do something for himself, the relevant back-hands and arrangements might have been arranged. It doesn't make much sense whether you are afraid or not, so it's better to let the flow go.

The three people in the room haven't exchanged a few words yet, and the auction seems to have come to an end. A waiter tapped the door panel of the room, and then sent the magic crystal source that Faith had photographed with a red velvet cover, and then Faith took out a card to check out.

Judging from the delicate card, Faith should be a frequent visitor to the auction house. And his card was obviously taken out of the space jewelry. It seemed that this guy was doing well in the main city of Odrensa, and countless details passed through Sol's eyes one by one.

But these little things are actually irrelevant. There is only one important thing for Thor, keeping an eye on the whereabouts of the magicweave crystal source.

Several people who looked like family guards stepped forward and took the initiative to take Feith's goods. They hadn't seen any of these guards outside the room just now, and they should have been guarding the secret part of the aisle. Now that the guards took over the goods, Thor naturally couldn't be too stingy.

"Let's go, sit down with me." Faith and his wife Susie got up and shook their chins at Saul.

Saul didn't squeeze, got up and followed the Firth and his wife.

Walking out of the main hall of Glory Plaza, a carriage has long been waiting. The luxurious appearance is not unexpected, and the inside is definitely not bad.

Faith and Saul’s gentleman’s ceremony were placed on both sides of the carriage door. After Mrs. Susie got on the carriage, the two entered the carriage one after another, and then each chose an opposite seat. Faith and Susie were still sitting together.

Sol was relatively quiet most of the time along the way, maintaining basic etiquette and smiling. Faith and Susie did not cover up their affection, but they seemed to be afraid of leaving Thor out of the cold, and occasionally provoke some casual topics, and Saul would answer a few words smoothly.

The carriage was steady all the way, and when it got off the carriage again, it had already arrived at the gate of a spacious manor. Sol raised his head with the faint light, the unsurprisingly magnificent atmosphere, compared to the manor of Sinel that he had sneaked into before.

After crossing the courtyard garden with the small fountain, everyone walked through the hall and the corridor, and finally stopped outside a study-like room.

After arriving here, Susie apologized, leaving room for the men to talk, and the maid quickly brought fragrant tea to the study.

The room was lit with candles and the faint incense of flowers, and Faith walked to the window and opened the hanging French curtains, revealing the French windows with a view of the courtyard. Saul held his hand to face Faith's bookcase, looking like he was visiting someone else's study.

The air between the two men was silent for a while. After all, it was still inconclusive whether it was a friend or an enemy, and the two of them did not rush to speak.

"How did you find me?" In the end, Saul thought for a while and decided to say first. He came here for only one purpose, which is to get the magic pattern crystal source. But before talking about the topic, it's best to explain other trivial topics thoroughly, so Sol directly asked what he cared about.

"This was actually an accident." Faith walked from the window to the desk and sat half-back on the edge of the desk, holding up the fragrant tea and lowering his head to sip.

"We should have seen it at the prom a few years ago. According to the situation at the time, we were considered enemies, but I was not the protagonist in that excitement. To be honest, I was shocked to see how evil you looked at that time. I didn't expect to be there. Occasion to see you like that."

"Then when you wanted to drink blood and kill, I quietly left a magic mark on you while you were not paying attention."

"Later I saw that you escaped from the main city all the way, so I stopped paying attention, but I faintly felt that if I did this, I might never see each other again in this life. Who knew that at the auction today, a bidding made me Seeing you, your appearance is always so abrupt."

Faith explained it roughly, then took another sip from his glass.

"Magic mark? How come this mark won't dissipate in a few years?" Saul felt a little disgusted in his heart for this tracking method, but he was also a little curious.

"Ordinary marks will indeed fade away at any time, but my magic affinity is more special. I am life affinity or vitality affinity. That magic seal is my unique means, and only I can see it. To be precise. , That's a small part of my vitality."

"In fact, most people don’t use this method easily, because it’s not worth it. This imprint may make me live less than a month or two. However, the evil power in you was too strong at the time, and the general magic power was not stable at all, so I used it. Some special means."

"To be honest, I actually didn't want to understand afterwards, why I had to drain my life force and leave a mark on you."

"Maybe because we are from the same area, or because you and I are similar in age. Although there was a difference in status at the beginning, but seeing that you have powers that I couldn't match at the time, it may be that the young people's feelings of competition have occurred. Right."

Fiss said silently, his tone seemed to be a little inexplicably nostalgic, and he didn't know if he was thinking of the old things in Grayscreen Town.

"Then since I have your magic mark on me, did you discover me when I arrived in the main city of Odrensa this time?" Sol asked his second question.

"How is it possible? The imprint is only one aspect. I want to see you and open my own magical vision. As long as you are in this city or a little farther away, I can see you through the tracking imprint, but you guys are here. It's too far."

"After that dance, you gradually ran out of my magical field of vision and couldn't see it anymore. Later I heard that you took root on the northern border, and occasionally I would look in that direction, but the distance is so far away. I can't see it anymore."

"After that, I gradually forgot. It's okay who would have a magical vision all day, which is very exhausting. Until I heard the news that you were surrounded and killed by the Dark Council, I have been embarrassed for a long time. This guy is not dead!"

"Even if you wrap yourself up like a black-robed monster, you are as striking as a beacon in my eyes."

"I have been paying attention to you since I saw you at the last dance. At the beginning, the reasons were the same. You and I are from the same place, and the similar age makes me a little competitive. But later, as I grow older, The mentality has changed."

When Faith recounted this, he was suddenly interrupted by Thor.

"You guy is disgusting!" Saul said.

"What...what do you mean?" Faith looked up in disbelief, and the two people in front of him had a subtle stand. Even if he didn't want to treat Thor as an enemy, in fact, Saul himself could take the initiative to stand on the opposite side. That was not the scene Faith hoped.

"Fortunately, you just left a magic mark with your vitality, not something else." Sol said with a look of disgust.

"What other thing?" Faith looked inexplicable.

"You know, a man's vitality sometimes represents something else." Saul made a cold expression on his face.

Faith's eyes flashed.

"Puff~~ Oh! God! Damn it! I didn't expect you to be such a filthy person!" Faith suddenly snorted, pointed his finger at Thor, and then he gave it a face of relief. I picked up the cup, and it turned out that Saul was just joking.

This kind of vulgar joke, similar to the country style, almost talked to Stanter all day long in the realm. Faith obviously belongs to the kind of usual social contacts, his face is cracked with rigor and hypocrisy, and he does not seem to have much resistance to this straightforward vulgarity.

"You said this inconspicuously, if you are not filthy, how would you know what I'm talking about?" Saul said smoothly.

"Puff~haha...hahahaha!" Faith sprayed a sip of tea all over the floor, and then slapped the table top, shaking him like a cramp. Sol saw that his cheeks twitched, and this guy's poor resistance... was too bad.

When Faith couldn't laugh anymore, he looked up on the table.

"To be honest, your lady is pretty good." Saul suddenly lowered his head and said to Faith.

"Puff~God! I can't do it anymore!" Faith held his abdomen tightly, as if he was going to finish all the laughter of this life at once.

What am I...

"Damn it! You smirk a shit! I'm saying that your lady is beautiful, gentle and temperamental. I'm just a courtesy, a casual compliment. Isn't it nice?" Saul had a black line on his face.

It's okay if Saul doesn't explain. After explaining, Faith is completely dysfunctional, twisting and twitching on the table, shaking enough before raising his head.

"Damn, if you dare to covet my wife, I will kill you!" Faith tried to piece together a vicious expression.

"Idiot, I have a big nest of shiitake mushrooms running around, OK, who is so rare about your leftovers?" Sol looked disdainful.

"What a big nest of shiitake mushrooms? Why are you such a big lord still farming?" Faith looked puzzled.

"..."

Forget it, they are not on the same spiritual level.

After this seemingly meaningless gossip, the invisible but very hard estrangement between the two finally disappeared, and Saul had found some familiar rhythms of conversation, and he could almost talk about business next.

"Don't be paralyzed, quickly ask someone to prepare lunch, your hospitality is not good?" Saul bent his fingers and tapped on the table.

"Damn it, you are still a bit poor, I really can't think of how you became the lord in the past few years? It's really getting worse and going back." Faith quickly adapted to Saul's style. , Began to call the maid to prepare lunch.

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