The Dark King

"Don't be impulsive." Flynn saw Du Di'an's expression and sighed, soothing: "We have no evidence in our hands, even if we know that they are relying on our money for fraudulent accounts, there is no way to get justice, although now you It’s a deity, and his identity is different from the past, but the brighter the aura, the more attention will be drawn. At this time, don’t lose it because of small things. When we accumulate in the future, we will slowly count this account. "

Seeing the anxiety in the old man’s eyes, Du Dian gently raised his hand and patted his shoulder, saying: "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 with small hair can dismember it."

Fulin looked at the deep darkness like ghost fire in his eyes, only to feel that the temperature of the surrounding air had dropped a bit, and there was an inexplicable heart trembling, as if standing in front of him was not a human youth, but a dark and evil Skull monster.

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

Fulin had a trance illusion, and had not had time to carefully investigate the previous feelings. He was reminded by Du Di'an's words and immediately responded, saying: "Yes, yes, it's not too early. Let's go to the banquet first. This time, the banquet invited nobles from all walks of life. This is an excellent opportunity for us to take advantage of this opportunity to gather other nobles. This is a rare time to gather people."

Du Dian smiled slightly and helped him out of the room.

Flynn confessed the butler outside, prepared a horse-drawn carriage, and the two went to the banquet place-St. Petersburg, the Temple of Elements.

St. Petersburg used to be a cathedral of the Light Holy See. Later, after Dega Mountain became the headquarters of the Temple of Elements, the nearest St. Petersburg also became a place serving the Temple of Elements.

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

Dozens of horse-drawn carriages were parked outside the manor in front of St. Petersburg. They were nobles from various places in the business district, covering various consortia. No matter the nobles or the nobles who wanted to rise, they came in person.After all, this is the person who won the "Time" medal in the Temple of Elements. Although there are some consortia that know Du Dean, such as Scott and Mellon Consortium, they don’t care too much about Du Dean, but they dare not care about the "Time" of the Temple of Elements. medal.

The sky was just dark, and the vanilla incense oil lamp was lit outside the manor. This is the top sesame oil. None of them come from the body of the golden beast. Even in some high noble castles, it is only used for restaurants and study bedrooms. Local use, unlike here, is directly lit in the street lights outside the manor. In this faint smell of vanilla, even if it is a guard on duty, they feel that the spirit is fresh and exhausted.

Kaili and several other colleagues received VIPs from the parties at the door, greeting each other one by one. In the aristocratic circle and the Elemental Shrine, Kaili was considered an acquaintance and had a wide network of contacts. As soon as he sent the two nobles into, he saw the outside When a carriage arrived, he saw the banner above, and his eyes lit up, "Come."

The carriage stopped, Du Di'an helped Flint to get off together, followed by Flinn's son Sandro, and waited behind like a junior.

"Mr. Du." Carey immediately stepped forward and laughed: "As the protagonist tonight, you may be a little late."

Du Dean shrugged: "Traffic jam."

Kaili smiled helplessly and said to Folin next to him: "This is the old patriarch of Fulin, the body is still so healthy, you have really picked up the treasure."

"Luck, luck." Fulin smiled.

"Please inside, the wind is outside." Carey immediately invited and led the way ahead.

The three entered the manor and came to St. Petersburg. The luxurious and thick door that can accommodate more than ten people at the same time was slowly pulled apart. The golden light swayed from the inside and hit the three people, and the laughter and laughter inside also spread out. The first thing that catches the eye is the luxurious and yet retro-savvy hall, as well as a glass chandelier with exquisite works of art. Naturally, it is not electricity, but vanilla oil.

"Go busy, let's go around," Du Dean said to him.

Carey said with a smile: "Okay, there are many people now. I'll go to the reception first and come to accompany you later."

After Kaili left, Du Di'an helped Fulin come to the hall. I saw several huge tables filled with fresh fruits, pastries, fine wine, and exquisiteness. Some nobles who knew each other stood together chatting and covering He smiled softly in his mouth, demonstrating the etiquette and cultivation of the nobility.

"Unexpectedly, I was lucky enough to come to St. Petersburg." Flynn said with emotion: "My father came here once when I was young and didn't take me with me. Now I'm here with your light. I came here in person and it's as luxurious as the legend outside. Atmosphere, it is estimated that only the top artisans can build such a magnificent castle."

Du Dian smiled, picked up a few plates of low-sugar pastries and handed him, saying, "Something to eat, let's sit next to it."

"Huh." Folin nodded, came to the sofa next to the lounge, and smiled at Du Dean: "Go play for yourself, don't accompany me this old man, you are not young, take advantage of this opportunity if you can hook up A few noble ladies, they are pretty good."

Du Dian gave him a helpless look and said, "I'm afraid I won't find someone worthy of my age."

"No, although 16-year-old or 7-year-old is a bit old, but it is not uncommon. It is rare after the age of 20. You can still meet it. Look at a few over there, go." Fulin said with a smile.

Du Dian glanced in the direction of his finger. Several noble ladies around the age of fourteen or five gathered together to chat and laugh. He drew back his gaze and said to Fulin: "Then I will turn around, you have a good rest. "After finishing speaking, I came to the center of the hall, wandered around, and looked at the nobles who came, and my sharp hearing could distinguish their whispering chats. Although they were not secrets on such occasions, they could also hear these. Nobles like to talk about things and interests.

"Aren't the Bron family..." Du Dean's eyes fell on a middle-aged man, his calm expression suddenly gloomy, and his face was familiar to him, although he had only seen it once, but firmly Deeply engraved in his heart, it was Jenny's father, Sludi.

At this moment, surrounded by a few nobles around Srudi, chatting with him with fine wine. On such occasions, wine is an excellent additive, so that people who meet for the first time will greet each other without being too embarrassed and restrained.

"Don't look around, look at the way." Suddenly, a figure sounded from behind.

Du Di'an looked back, but he was a fat middle-aged man with a few strands of white hair in his temples, and he should be almost fifty years old. He looked slightly stunned, and he looked vaguely familiar for a while. Suddenly remembered that when he first became a scavenger at the banquet of the Mellon Consortium, the person he met at the door has changed a little in appearance and figure over the past few years, so that he did not recognize it for a while.

"Metz?" Du Dean looked up at him and whispered his name softly. He had only heard these two words once, but remembered them in his heart. He also remembered the humiliation of bowing his head due to power. .

"Huh?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Do you know me?"

Seeing him admit, Du Di'an's coldness suddenly converged and said softly: "Your collar is good, I hope it can be worn longer." After that, he turned and left.

Collar?The middle-aged man looked down at the exquisite men’s necklace hanging on his neck. This is the artwork he specially invited the master to forge. Looking at the back of Du Dean’s departure, he reacted and suddenly felt a little angry, but on such occasions, the noble’s Self-cultivation made him resist the act of screaming loudly, but just glanced viciously, secretly remembering Du Dean's appearance.