Chapter 2513 Road Fool

I glanced at Luke cautiously, fearing that the old man would be unhappy and immediately transform into a bodybuilder, then punch us one by one and beat us into meteors in the sky.

Master Dewey also looked horrified. The previous hellish killing still followed him like a nightmare, making him unable to sleep or eat well, and he was often awakened by nightmares.

How could he not be afraid when he saw Elder Priscilla's crazy behavior seeking death?

Luke raised his thinner right hand, scratched his hair, and said with a puzzled face: "If you regard me as a disaster, why do you still come here? Are you just an ordinary tourist? Then you can do it yourself , I still have business to discuss with these two."

After that, he no longer paid attention to Elder Priscilla, but turned to me and asked doubtfully: "Didn't we agree to only talk about the alliance? Why did you bring the tourists?"

"Actually, she's also here to talk about the alliance."

Luke was startled when he heard the words, turned his head mechanically, looked at Elder Priscilla for a few times, and said calmly: "The basis of alliance is friendship, respect and trust for each other, but the emotions expressed by this human being currently seem to be inconsistent with If the prerequisites for forming an alliance are not met, can forming an alliance with this attitude really have a restraining effect?"

"If we form an alliance, it will definitely be effective!" I said firmly.

"So confident?" Luke chuckled, "Why?"

"Just because the highest authority in Moonlight City agrees to form an alliance!"

"What about her?" Luke glanced at the sullen elder Priscilla and asked in a deep voice, "Isn't she not in the highest power class in Moonlight City?"

"Yes," I said, "but she is not the holder of the highest power, but a representative sent by the holder of the highest power to negotiate."

Luke nodded, he understood my explanation, but - "Why not send a more friendly human as a representative, and choose this hostile one?"

I smiled slightly: "This is not something I should speculate on without authorization."

When Luke heard this, he also laughed. His laughter seemed very hoarse: "If Hebron is not destroyed, I would be happy to appoint you as my deputy."

"It's an honor." I bowed and said with a smile, "Please allow me to refuse."

Luke was a little surprised: "Why?"

"Because the housekeepers are not free, but I long for freedom."

This time, there were representatives from three parties in the negotiation of alliance, Master Dewey, Elder Priscilla, and the maker Luke.

Master Dewey represents Fort Witch, which also includes the dwarves and goblins who do not live in Fort Wych. Elder Priscilla represents Moonlight City, which also includes the elves and goblins who do not live in Moonlight City. Luke, represents himself and Antuen.

"Where's Antoun?" I asked Luke quietly before starting the negotiation.

Luke fiddled with the three-lens windshield while whispering: "The big turtle went to other sea areas."

"Why do you want to leave?" I asked puzzledly: "Isn't this sea area bad?"

"It's not that the sea is bad, but it's not good at communicating with other apostles." Luke sneered and said, "It hates the magic fluctuations emitted by other apostles, which will make it difficult to sleep well."

"But I heard that when Antuen was in the Demon Realm, he and Shilok were neighbors, and the two often clashed. Is this true?"

"So Antuen often suffered from insomnia during that time," Luke chuckled. "Every time he had insomnia, he would swallow the flame magma to relieve his anger. Over time, his name was misunderstood as the 'Flame Devourer'."

"Can swallowing fire help relieve anger?" I said in surprise: "This is the first time I heard about it."

"Who knows, maybe it's because of the different body structure." Luke smiled evilly.

The negotiation process was very uneventful.

A long table with four chairs. Master Dewey and Elder Priscilla sit on the left as human representatives. Maker Luke, as the apostolic representative, sits on the other side. As a witness, I sit in the center. And sit.

In fact, in this situation, the witness is just a decoration and has no effect at all. However, due to my special status and unusual relationship with the apostles, they cannot negotiate with them. They should send me aside, so I did it. Put the chair in an insignificant position and give me a dispensable title. Well, that’s good. It’s not embarrassing and it satisfies my vanity. What the hell!

Why do I want this vanity to be useless?

Can it be eaten? Or can it increase strength? Or maybe increase your experience?

It can’t be okay at all!

Then why should I sit motionless like a clay puppet, listening to the three of them bargaining over the prerequisites for an alliance.

I got tired of listening to it. Out of anxiety, I ran away far away and rested under a big tree to enjoy the cool air.

Not long after I rested, I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t told Simmons Locke about the apostle yet. I took out the call crystal, dialed the number in York and Hancheng, and quickly contacted Simmons Locke.

"Uncle, it's me, Xiaoyi."

"I heard it was your boy's voice." Simmons Locke's tone was quite relaxed. It seemed that he had a good time during this period: "Why are you suddenly free to contact me? Are you having trouble with Bai Yunying?"

"Uncle, look what you said." I chuckled and said, "Bai Yunying and I are getting along well, but there is something I want to talk to you about."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Do you know the apostles?"

"Apostle?" Simmons Locke looked confused when I asked him: "How did you get involved in this?"

Then he smiled and said: "It seems that my nephew and grandson-in-law have a wide range of knowledge."

"No, uncle, it's not what you think, actually."

I will tell Simmons Locke that I have met the apostle and are discussing an alliance.

After hearing this, the latter was silent for a long time. When he spoke again, his voice became trembling: "You said you knew the apostle?"

"Yes, uncle."

"Is this the apostle who was once regarded as a disaster?"

"Yes, uncle."

"Are you kidding me?" Simmons Locke's voice was still trembling, and he seemed a little frightened.

"It's not a joke, uncle," I said seriously, "it's true. I really know the apostles, and there are two of them."

"two!"

Simmons Locke fell silent again.

After a while, he asked again: "Where are you now?"

"On an isolated island, slightly closer to Airui City, but still thousands of nautical miles away."

"Tell me the direction and I'll go there now."

Simmons Locke's tone suddenly became serious.

"Sorry, uncle, I cannot satisfy your request."

"Why?" Simmons Locke asked puzzledly: "Are you worried that I will affect your alliance with the apostles? Or are you worried about my life safety? Don't worry, I know how to get along with strong people, and if you are really like what you said, That way, I have a close relationship with the apostle, and I believe that the apostle will not hurt me.”

"No, uncle, you misunderstood. The reason why I cannot meet your request is because..."

"What?"

"I'm a roadie."