Chapter 214 Friendship Breaking Face Fist

The king's deacon, Andre Rivera, sat obediently in his chair like a primary school student being criticized by his teacher.

Although Roland's attitude towards him was not bad, it could even be said to be preferential treatment. He did not use violence or restrict his actions. He just brought him here with a strong tone like an adult ordering a child to do the right thing.

But it is precisely because of this that it appears terrifying.

Andre calmly turned his eyes to Roland. This generous move was the most essential manifestation of the other party's arrogance, just like his previous actions of jumping out of the car and escaping without any stoppage or punishment.

Because the outcome is doomed, just like drawing a circle for ants, because the ants dare not run out of the circle, the outcome is doomed, so no matter what stupid resistance they make within the circle, it will appear interesting in the eyes of observers .

"Want to eat?"

Noticing Andre's gaze, Roland stuffed a whole piece of butter cake smeared with cream and stuffed with strawberries into his mouth, swallowed it and pointed to the empty seat next to him.

"No...that's not necessary...thank you for your kindness."

The muscles at the corners of Andre's mouth twitched. Even in such a relaxed environment, he was no longer so restrained.

He picked up the report form that he had left in the hotel before and started working diligently. He had already realized that his life was probably saved. The other party seemed to really just come to see Tony. He was as rough and easy as before. Maybe the move that caused misunderstanding was just the quickest way in his opinion?

Because he figured this out, Andre quickly got into the mood, drove obediently, ordered food in his own name, and did not do anything that could easily cause misunderstanding.

This is not because he is gifted in empathy and can easily analyze other people's mental states and respond to them. The reason why he is so obedient is simply that he has experienced too much.

He makes actions without common sense, has great power, and is stubborn in some strange aspects. He is either a god-killer or a god of disobedience.

Thinking this way, he calmed down. No matter who he was, he couldn't fight him, so he just had to be a good tool.

Andre entered a workaholic state wholeheartedly. When Donnie did nothing, he was responsible for handling the affairs of the entire Southern European Magic League. And because he had to wipe his ass behind the King of Swords at all times, he had already I'm used to doing things on the go.

"What a strange guy.

"

Sensing Andre's emotions, Roland didn't care that his invitation was rejected and started enjoying the dessert in front of him again.

In front of him, there was a long banquet table. He was the only guest. A dazzling array of sweets were placed on it. In front of him was a whole window of viewing glass, which allowed him to overlook the beautiful scenery of the sea.

As a hedonist, Roland would never refuse something that would make him happy under certain conditions.

The two of them stayed in the same room peacefully. When Andre signed the last document with his name, he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to pour a glass of water when he saw a man wearing black clothes next to him. The exposed skin was as dark as ink, and the dark shadow ninja with crimson eyes had already served a cup of black tea at a suitable temperature.

"Thanks?"

He thanked him subconsciously, but found that the other party did not respond to him at all and sank into the shadows.

Is it a power similar to the death servant of the Marquis de Vauban? Could Roland really be the new God Killer? In which deserted place where it was difficult to detect was a disobedient god eliminated?

Andre's heart tightened. No one knew better than him what would happen if two unruly God-killers fought in one place. This hotel was located in the center of Milan. Two mobile natural disaster fighters The consequences of the explosion cannot be covered up by a pipe explosion.

Andre approached Roland and bowed slightly, "Sir Roland, in order to see Donnie faster, should we go to an open place and let me send a signal to summon him privately?"

He was like a butler reminding his master, speaking his advice seriously.

"In principle, I am not opposed to this matter," Roland raised his eyes, "However, it is not necessary. I spared the lives of those magicians who formed the association. Given your importance, if he was really serious, it would be time now. .”

Having said this, Roland raised his head and looked at the wide outer wall in the living room in the center of the room.

"Look, he's coming."

Andre sighed and stood up from his seat.

"not good--!"

He also felt that the surging, tingling and huge magic power, like the threatening roar of a wild beast, was rapidly approaching the room.

"boom--!"

As if being hit by a trebuchet, the outer wall collapsed instantly, and the wind pressure spurting out due to the height of the room suddenly swept all the documents he had worked hard to complete along with the teacups and decorations on the table. In the dark night sky.

The blond man who suddenly broke in here patted the smoke and dust on his body, walked in swaggeringly, looked at Andre who was unharmed, and took off the sunglasses on his face.

"Hey, Andre, my dear friend, long time no see. I heard that you were kidnapped. I immediately changed my destination from Eastern Europe to here and rushed back without stopping. Are you okay? Bar."

Andre stared blankly at the young man in front of him who was only in his twenties. He was dressed like a tourist and carried a long sword box on his back.

His appearance is still handsome, but coupled with that frivolous smile, it never makes people feel reliable.

This is the world-famous leader of the alliance who rules Southern Europe, the King of Swords Salvatore Doni.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

Suddenly, Andre let out a miserable and intrusive laughter, and walked towards Donnie step by step.

Such a strange action made Donnie stunned for a moment, but he quickly responded with a brighter smile.

"Why are you so weird? Oh, I understand. It must be because Yu Sheng is so happy to see me, right? There's nothing I can do about it. After all, I gave up an important plan and came here to rescue you who was alone in trouble. ah."

"Whose fault do you think this is?"

Listening to Donnie's boastful words, every step Andre took was heavier than before. The strong wind messed up his carefully-kept hairstyle, but it also made Donnie more clearly see his best friend's frustrated, almost... Almost crazy expression.

"It was you who ran out alone again without saying a word and left the association alone. That's why I need to investigate on your behalf! Is there any other important plan? You just want to provoke the Wolf King of Eastern Europe and fight with him. Let’s fight!”

Donnie, whose true identity was revealed, also showed a sincere expression. Looking at Andrei, who had a black face, he raised his hands and said, "Wait, dear friend, calm down first. Our friendship should be bigger than such trivial matters." More profound..."

"I can't calm down," Andre grabbed Donnie's collar and clenched his fist, "because my fist is burning with the flame of anger. He is the symbol of friendship."

"Please feel this feeling for me personally! Give me back what I have worked so hard for all day!"

Andre twisted his waist, slid forward, concentrated all his strength on his arms, and let the fist with the sound of breaking through the air hit Donnie's face hard.

"Salvatore Doni! Eat my friendship-breaking punch!"

(This is the first update today. After staying up late for almost two weeks, I feel a little overwhelmed. Taking advantage of the holiday tomorrow, I have to change the update time.)