The Dark King

"You don't want to be impulsive." Fulin saw Du Di'an's expression and sighed and appeased: "We don't have any evidence in our hands. Even if we know that they are making false accounts and relying on our money, there is no way to get justice, even though you are now It is a god, the identity is different from the past, but the more aura of the body, the more attention will be caused. At this time, you must not lose because of the small, and then we will save the money in the future, and then slowly calculate the account. ”

Du Di'an saw the worries in the eyes of the old man and gently raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder. He said, "I will deal with this matter. Don't worry, people are vulnerable, whether they are senior hunters or ordinary people. It's all the same fragile, destroying a precision machine, it doesn't require a big axe to destroy it, sometimes a small piece of hair can make it dismember."

Fulin looked at the darkness of his eyes, and felt that the temperature of the surrounding air had dropped a few points. There was an inexplicable tremor, as if standing in front of him was not a human juvenile, but a dark evil. The scorpion monster.

"Now, let's go to the feast first." Du Di'an's face suddenly showed a smile, and the temperament was as gentle as the spring breeze.

Forint had the illusion of being awkward. He had not had time to carefully investigate the previous feelings. He was reminded by Du Di'an's words and immediately responded. "Yes, yes, time is not early, go to the feast first. This banquet invites the nobles from all walks of life. It is a great opportunity for us to take advantage of the opportunity to draw more of other nobles. This is a rare time to gather people."

Du Dian smiled and helped him leave the room.

Forint confessed to the outside housekeeper, prepared for the carriage, and the two went to the venue of the banquet - St. Petersburg of the Elemental Temple.

St. Petersburg used to be a cathedral of the Holy See. Later, after the Degas Mountain became the headquarters of the Elemental Temple, the nearest St. Petersburg became a place to serve the Elemental Temple.

The sunset gradually ended, the sky was dark and the stars were a little bit.

Outside the manor in front of St. Petersburg, dozens of carriages were parked, all from the aristocrats in various parts of the business district, covering various consortia, whether they were high-class nobles or some aristocrats who were desperate but wanted to rise. After all, this is the character who won the 'Time' medal in the Temple of Elements. Although there are some consortiums that know Dudian, such as the Scott and Melon consortium, they don't care too much about Dudian, but they don't care about the 'era' of the Elemental Temple. medal.

The sky is just dark, and the outside of the manor is lit with the van Gogh oil lamp. This is the top sesame oil. No one comes from the body of the golden beast. Even in the castles of some high-class nobles, it is only used in restaurants and study bedrooms. The place is used, unlike here, directly in the street lamp outside the manor. In this faint smell of van Gogh, even if it is guarded by the guards, it feels the spirit is fresh and the exhaustion is swept away.

Kaili and several other colleagues received VIPs from all walks of life at the door. In the aristocratic circle and the elemental temple, Kaili was an acquaintance with a wide network of contacts. He just sent away two nobles to enter and saw the outside. When I drove in a carriage and saw the banner above, I suddenly noticed, "Come on."

The carriage stopped, Du Dian got off the road with Fulin, followed by the son of Fulin, Shan Delu, waiting for the younger generation.

"Mr. Du." Carey immediately stepped forward, haha ​​smiled: "As the protagonist tonight, you can come a little late."

Du Dian shrugged: "The traffic jam."

Kaili smiled helplessly and said to Fulin, who is next to him: "This is the old patriarch of Fulin. The body is still so strong, you really have a treasure."

"Luck, luck." Fulin laughed.

"Please, please, it's windy outside." Carey immediately invited to lead the way.

The three entered the manor and came to St. Petersburg. The luxurious and thick door that could accommodate more than ten people at the same time slowly opened. The golden light swayed from the inside and hit the three people. The laughter and laughter came out. The first thing that catches the eye is the lavish but full of vintage and solemn atmosphere, and a glass chandelier that is extremely beautifully crafted. It is naturally not electricity, but a van Gogh grease.

"You go to work, we turn." Dudian told him.

Kaili smiled and said: "Well, there are so many people now. I will go to the reception first, and I will come back with you later."

After leaving Kaili, Du Dian helped Fulin to come to the hall. I saw a few huge long tables filled with various kinds of fresh fruits, pastries, fine wines, and exquisite. Some nobles who knew each other stood and chatted together. The mouth whispered and laughed, and the manners and cultivation of the nobility were highlighted.

"I didn't expect it, I was lucky enough to come to St. Petersburg." Fulin said with emotion: "I used to come once when my father was young. I didn't bring me. Now it is the light that touches you. I came here personally. It is as luxurious as the legend." Atmosphere, it is estimated that only the top master craftsmen can make such a majestic castle."

Du Di'an smiled and picked up a few plates of sugary pastry on the table and handed it to him. "Get something, let's go sit next to it."

"Yeah." Flind nodded and went to the sofa next to the rest area and sat down to Du Di'an. "You can play it yourself. Don't accompany me this bad old man. You are not young. If you can take this opportunity, you can hook it up. A few noble ladies, it is quite good."

Du Dian looked at him helplessly and said: "I am afraid I can't find my age."

"No, although the age of 16 or 7 is older, it is not uncommon. After the age of 20, it is rare. You can still meet. You can see a few of them, go." Fulin smiled.

Du Dian glanced in the direction of his fingers. It was several aristocratic ladies around the age of fourteen and five who gathered together to chat and laugh. He took his eyes and said to Fulin: "Then I will go around and you should rest. "When I finished, I came to the center of the hall and wandered around. I glanced at the aristocrats who came here. The keen hearing can distinguish the words of their whispers, although it is not a secret to talk about in such a place, but they can also hear these. The aristocrats like to talk about things and interests.

"What about the Bron family..." Dudian's eyes fell on a middle-aged man, and his calm expression suddenly fell down. He was familiar with his face, though he had only seen it once, but firmly Deeply engraved in his heart, it is Jenny's father, Srudy.

At this moment, there are several nobles around Sludi, chatting with him with wine. On such occasions, wine is a good additive, so that people who meet for the first time will not be too restrained.

"Little devil, don't look around, look at the way." Suddenly, a figure rang from behind.

Du Di'an looked back, but it was a middle-aged person with obesity. There were a few white hairs in the horns. It should be almost 50 years old. He looked at him slightly, and the other person looked like he was vaguely familiar and stunned for a moment. Suddenly, I remembered that when I first became a scavenger to attend the banquet of the Melon Foundation, the person I met at the door, after a few years, the appearance and shape of the other party changed so much that I didn’t recognize it for a while.

"Mes?" Dudian looked up at him and whispered his name. They had only heard it once, but they remembered it in their hearts and remembered that they were forced to bow down. humiliation.

“Well?” The middle-aged man’s eyebrows were slightly picked and said: “Do you know me?”

Seeing him admit, the coldness in Du Di'an's eyes suddenly converged, and indifferently said: "Your collar is good, I hope to wear it for a long time." Finished, turned and left.

Collar? The middle-aged man looked down at the exquisite men's necklace hanging on the neck. This is the artwork that he specially invited the master to forge. Looking at Du Di'an's back, he reacted and suddenly got a little angry, but on such occasions, the nobility Self-cultivation made him hold back the act of direct screaming, just staring at it in vain, secretly remembering Du Di'an's appearance.