Chapter 1722 Who Can Bear This!

City Lord's Mansion, secret room.

"The peace conference of various races is about to be held. Recently, the situation in the Nolan continent has undergone tremendous changes due to the disturbance of Irina and Alex. The demon race and the orc race that were originally the main battles have fallen into chaos one after another. The neutral elves are too busy to take care of themselves. At present, only the Ross Empire has preserved its complete strength, which is undoubtedly good news for us." Roland tapped the map on the table in front of him lightly.

"I just received a letter from the Dragon Clan today. They asked our City of Chaos to host a conference of various races before the peace conference, and communicate in advance, hoping to reach a new peace agreement on the peace agreement." Michael pushed a letter with the imprint of the golden dragon's claw towards Roland.

"The giant dragon family has always been neutral, why did they make such a request?" Roland showed a hint of surprise, picked up the letter on the table and opened it.

After a while, Roland put down the letter in his hand, and said with a serious expression: "It seems that the dragon clan already knows the existence of devils."

Michael's expression was not relaxed, he shook his head slightly and said, "It's not clear how much they know about it. Instead of saying it's a devil, I think Alex's name for him 'Old Dominator' is more accurate. The terrible guys who survived from ancient times once dominated our world, and they are still trying to break free from the seal and dominate our world again."

"If those guys knew the horror of the old rulers, maybe they wouldn't want to restart the race war because of a little territory."

"You want them to go and see that guy in person?" Michael's eyes lit up, and he hesitated again.

Roland nodded and said: "We can hold a secret meeting of various tribes in advance at the request of the giant dragon tribe. Only after experiencing real fear, they may know the value of peace and what the various tribes in the Norland continent will face. Formidable enemy."

Michael thought for a while, then nodded and said: "Okay, I will draft the invitation letter now, and invite representatives of all ethnic groups to come to the closed-door meeting."

"This time, it's still at Boss Mai's place?" Roland asked.

"I think he'll agree." Michael said with a smile.

...

Mag coaxed Amy to sleep, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out the window, with a hint of worry on his face.

Irina's going to the Forest of Wind was like stepping into a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. Even though Ah Zi was with her, it still made him a little worried.

But with her temperament, he couldn't stop her.

"Worried about me?"

at this time,

A voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Mag was taken aback for a moment, turned around and looked at Irina who appeared in the room, and nodded very honestly.

"Tch, am I that weak? Do you need to worry about going home?" Irina curled her lips.

"It seems that my worry is indeed unnecessary." Mag smiled. Irina should not have had a direct confrontation with Helena, and there was no injury on her body. "Is there any gain?"

"I didn't find the Goddess of Life, and Xiao Shushu didn't know how to find her." Irina shook her head slightly, "However, I had a short communication with the queen, and she gave me some news about the gods, she said After the battle with the devil, the gods fell into a deep sleep, and when the devil wakes up, they must be awakened to save the world."

"Sleeping? Wake up?" Mag frowned.

"Yes, she said that the goddess of life slept in the tears of the moon."

"Tears of the Moon?" Mag frowned even deeper.

"I haven't heard of this place, but I may be able to get some information from the City Lord's Mansion." Irina waved her hand, and a pile of ancient books appeared on the ground, "These are the books I brought out from the library of the elves. The ancient books, some of which are related to the formation, I am not interested in this, I don't know if it can play a role in repairing the formation."

"It can be sent to them, and it would be good if it can play a role." McGonagall nodded.

"Then I'll go." Irina nodded, and with a wave of her hand, there were dozens of ancient books missing on the ground, and her figure disappeared without a trace with a burst of golden light.

"It's really swift and resolute." Mag shrugged and went to take a hot bath with peace of mind.

When he came out of the bathroom in his bathrobe, Irina was standing by the window with a glass of red wine.

"You said, isn't it tiring to bear the rise and fall of a race?" Irina said lightly, without turning her head.

"Maybe." Mag looked at Irina, nodded slightly and said, "That's a heavy responsibility."

"It's so annoying. At the beginning, I tried everything possible to get rid of this responsibility." Irina smiled self-deprecatingly, and suddenly turned her head to look at Mag, "But now, it seems that I want to pick it up again?"

"You have picked it up since you decided to form the night elves." Mag looked at her with a smile. "This time, I will carry it with you."

"How to carry it?" Irina took a step closer, her red lips were like wine in a glass, exhaling a warm breath with a slight [eighth district] fragrance of wine.

Mag took a deep breath, reached out and picked up an ancient book from behind her, and said seriously: "I'm going to stay up late to read the ancient book, maybe I can find some information about the tears of the moon and the sleeping gods from it."

"Idiot!" Irina looked at Mag who entered the study with a book in her hand, closed and locked the door, and stomped her feet angrily.

"Who can bear this!" Mag let out a sigh of relief leaning against the door, and said softly to himself with a little pride: "I almost fell asleep, but fortunately I stayed awake. If there is a second child at this time, then But it's over."

...

Early the next morning, McGonagall was still preparing for the opening, so he welcomed Michael.

"The city lord came to visit early in the morning, what's the point?" Mag looked at Michael in surprise.

"Boss Mai, it's like this. I want to hold an important meeting at your Maimi restaurant in three days. Is it possible?" Michael looked at Mag and said with a smile.

"Important meeting?" McGonagall wondered. The peace conference of various races should be held in fifteen days, and it is impossible for a conference of that size to be held in Mamy's restaurant. So what is Michael's important meeting?

"Yes, our City Lord's Mansion intends to hold a closed-door meeting of various races in advance to discuss the peace talks in advance." Michael lowered his voice slightly, and quietly put a secret letter into his in pocket.

McGonagall glanced at Michael, obviously passing Dix to inform him of this important news, after a little thought, she nodded with a smile and said: "Okay, if that's the case, the holiday date of Mami's restaurant will be the Santo's in three days. reserved."