Chapter 192 The Stinky Warlock Get Out of Stephen Sand!

"What? They don't want to disembark?"

On the pier of Stephen Sang's floating air port, the leading bald mage looked a little ugly. He wore a crimson robe, with a hexagram and an arcane streamer engraved on his chest.

In Stephen Sand, this is the symbol of the evoking school mage.

"Damn the White Tower Guards, actually got in the way, trying to delay the lifelong event of Lady An Suli!"

The bald mage became ruthless, and ordered coldly: "Who prevented the Queen from landing?"

"All of them have been dismissed by Lao Tzu!"

"On the side of the Queen, send another signal... Forget it, I will visit in person, so that I can be sincere."

There was a riot in the dock area, and soon, under the pledge of a group of mages wearing red robes, many staff members were directly taken away for investigation.

This situation naturally fell into the eyes of some people.

In the towering white tower.

"Damn it! Roger, a mere [Eight Leaves], dares to challenge you!"

"Our people didn't do anything, just let those disgusting warlocks stay on the spaceship for a few more hours, and they were punished directly!"

A sharp voice sounded, aggrieved on behalf of the master.

It was a brightly dressed waiter, his face was still heavily powdered, and his makeup was as exquisite as a woman's.

"Eight leaves and others, of course they dare not challenge me."

The mage sitting on the pale stone chair still had half of his face shrouded in shadow, his voice was erratic, and there was a strange trembling sound on the surface of his skin: "I'm surprised that they are so tough, they don't give me any face, it seems He is determined to hug that woman's thigh..."

The brightly dressed waiter screamed and said angrily: "In terms of seniority and merit, how can that An Suli compare to Lord Genesis? It's just because of a few semi-sacred weapons..."

Snapped!

An invisible slap slapped the waiter in the face, his whole body was blown away, and blood spat out on the marble floor, looking hideous and bloody.

"It seems that you like this eunuch very much, and you will save his life in this way."

A crisp voice appeared in the hall.

Legendary mage Genesis blinked his eyelashes, and said with a half-smile, "I'm just teaching him to respect legends."

"Good evening, Ms. Ansoulie."

"Since Barbera, one of the three masters, disappeared, you haven't condescended to visit my White Tower for a long time."

An Suli stepped out of the void, her eyes were as clear as sapphires, she casually looked around the situation:

"I don't like crows, and I don't like your ghostly appearance with excessive kidney deficiency."

The waiter lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, was carried away by a few crows.

"I hate this kind of joke." Legendary mage Genesis frowned: "I know that I am no longer a mortal. Desire is just a passing cloud to me."

"It's not a mortal who has the courage to cut off the genitals." An Suli raised her eyebrows: "But it doesn't mean that you have no desire since then."

Genesis' tone gradually became tough: "You came here today to mock my choice?"

"Those who have read the stone scroll of fate should also understand that this is the price of predicting the future."

"Furthermore, in the not-too-distant future, I will definitely advance to become an outstanding lich, so I don't need this kind of thing."

An Suli smiled: "Then it's a coincidence that I came here today."

Genesis frowned: "How?"

"I don't want anyone to break the agreement I made with Romang, especially for an existence at your level. It would be disrespectful to intervene in such trivial matters, right?"

"Or, are you dissatisfied?"

An Suli gracefully played with the lace hydrangea on her sleeve, her tone was extremely calm.

Genesis was silent.

"It's fine if you don't have an opinion. To be honest, if it wasn't for Stephen Sand's future needing a grand lich and Barbera's disappearance, I would have driven you away a long time ago; so today, before you become Before the Grand Lich, beating you up seems to be a very interesting choice." An Suli's eyes turned to Genesis.

Sweat began to drip from Genesis' forehead.

"Forget it, don't let me find any similar moths. At least, as a legend, you should not interfere with the will of the elders."

An Suli walked away with a smile:

"By the way, as a former friend, I would like to advise you that the things on the Stone Scroll of Fate are not trustworthy, and may even bring you disaster."

Genesis was silent for a long time, and it was not until An Suli was about to leave that he said in a hoarse voice:

"Then I would also like to advise you, if I remember correctly, you are the one who has read the Stone Scroll of Fate the most and deeply."

An Suli's distant figure froze for a while, and finally smiled indifferently, and then left.

In the shadows, Genesis snapped his fingers, and the crows carried out the intact waiter.

At this moment, his face is no longer pink, and he looks a bit like a clown.

"See? This is power."

"In terms of seniority round credit, she is far inferior to me."

"But why is she in charge of Stephen Sang now? Because I can't beat her, it's as simple as that."

Genesis said calmly: "Of course, this doesn't mean that this matter is over. It's not convenient for me to personally interfere with the will of the elders, but others can. Do you understand what I mean?"

"The Centennial Ceremony of the Protection School needs a guide, can you help me?"

The waiter nodded and stepped back.

...

Throughout Stephen Sand, the undercurrent was surging.

However, Xu Nan, who was dealing with the bald mage Roger, didn't realize this at all.

It took him a long time to evade this bald-headed mage who was too generous, and he regretted not buying more sober medicine for these magicians who ate, drank and traveled with public funds.

As for Stephen Sang, because of his words, how many people were laid off and how many people were about to move, he still didn't know anything for the time being.

It wasn't until the next day, when he was welcomed by the bald mage Roger, that he took the Paradise Lost delegation off the spaceship and settled in Stephen Sand's famous Grand Coast Hotel, that he realized what had happened.

The hospitality received by everyone in Paradise Lost is absolutely first-class, all kinds of supplies are readily available, and the rooms they live in are also super comfortable. There is even an automatic rain shower system, which is a luxury in Stephen Sand.

After all, Magic Carpet Streamer 009 was originally positioned as a high-end luxury product.

The reception banquet at noon is also of first class and one standard. According to Roger, it is the standard for Stephen Sang to entertain the best allies. Except for Xu Nan who is wondering what is tricky in it, the rest of the warlocks are eating. It's delicious and looks heartless.

"Thank you, Mr. Roger, for your hospitality. I think we should be able to discuss the details in the afternoon..."

Xu Nan wiped the oil stains from the corners of her mouth with a napkin, and couldn't wait to get to work.

After all, he has quite a lot to do on Earth these days, so he can go back and deal with all kinds of affairs by getting Stephen Sang's negotiations done as soon as possible!

However, Roger's attitude made people feel a little weird.

"No rush, no rush... This is the first time for you to come to Stephen Sand, and the negotiation is not going to happen overnight. I will take you to visit the seven wonders of Stephen Sand first. This afternoon, I will go to the Hall of Wisdom of the Eight Leaves of the Past Dynasties. In the evening, you can To see the aurora, tomorrow I will take a hot air balloon around the city first, and then visit the work area of ​​our evocation school..."

Roger eloquently mentioned a lot of items. Basically, he played Stephen Sang all over, and he was justified in ordering a big sword set meal.

This guy arranged a lot of things, but he never mentioned the details of the signing of the white paper and the negotiation.

Xu Nan felt that there must be something strange, so he asked everyone in the delegation:

"What do you think?"

As soon as the words left Xu Nan's mouth, he regretted it.

"I think it's great!" Miss Clerk Luna cheered happily: "I've heard that Stephen Sang's hot springs are great, and I even brought a lot of swimsuits! But I heard that the security of Stephen Sang is not very good recently. There are a lot of perverts peeking at the hot spring! Mr. Xu Nan, do you think I'm wearing this swimsuit or this one or this one?"

She didn't know where to find three or five brightly colored swimsuits, so she almost tried them on on the spot.

"May I ask, I heard that Stephen Sang has a solo hot air balloon project, can I try it?" The fat warlock looked forward.

"We think that's the case with the hot springs. We just knead the hearth stones next to the hot springs. There will be absolutely no peeping." Several warlocks who pretended to be addicted to the game but obviously had malicious intentions said in unison.

Xu Nan had a severe headache. She already knew that this group of people was unreliable, so she asked them if they were cheating?

Roger had a chrysanthemum smile on his face.

At this moment, an angry shout like "Stink Warlock, get out of Stephen Sand!" suddenly sounded outside the hotel.

Everyone looked at Roger. Roger snapped his fingers, and a sound-proof barrier was formed instantly. At the same time, two strong mages in red robes walked out silently.

"Let's take a rest first, later, we will start today's project."

Roger excused himself for a moment.

Xu Nan's heart skipped a beat, she pretended to go to the bathroom and followed her out.

I didn’t know the result unless I saw it. I was shocked when I saw it. There were a lot of people gathered outside to parade. Some slogans were quite eye-catching, such as strikes, and what to fight to the end. The most eye-catching one was the phrase "Smelly Warlock Get Out of Stephen Sand"!

He saw Roger walking towards the group and began to cast spells to force the expulsion.

It is worth mentioning that Roger is one of Stephen Sang Yaye, the leader of the Evocation School, and one of the members of the lower house of the Presbyterian Church.

Although he is not yet a legend, he has been a quasi-legend for many years, and it only takes an opportunity to break through the legend.

As soon as a big shot of this level made a move, those troublemakers would naturally have no choice but to run away.

However, there are still a few diehards who were arrested by the red-robed mages, and they don't know how to deal with it later.

Xu Nan frowned and ran back, telling the matter to Luna, the clerical lady.

"Mr. Xu Nan is suspecting that the object of their protest is us?"

Xu Nan nodded.

Luna was surprised: "Why do you have such a strange idea?"

"I just smelled it, and it smells good on me. Does it have anything to do with the stench?"

"You smell pretty good too."

"Ann, they're definitely not talking about us!"

Xu Nan rubbed her temples, feeling a severe headache.

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