deceased

Rhodes was taken aback, and his eyes were closely watching Mundra's every move, for fear that he would have any unexpected actions.Although the time they spent together was not long, half of him was surprised and the other half was terrified during this short time.

Mundella lazily replied: "Oh." He was about to open the door and go out.

Rhodes jumped over and grabbed his hand, and said in a low voice, "Be careful, the city lord is a very complicated person."

Mundella said, "Undo the armband."

Rhode turned a deaf ear and said, "I will find a way to save you. Don't you want to go back to Xiguimo? Go back quickly."

Mundella said, "Undo the armband."

Rhodes continued to pretend to be deaf and pushed him towards the door.

Mundra gave him a nonchalant glance, then opened the door.

The waiter lowered his head, and when he came out, he immediately bowed and said, "The city lord is waiting in the living room." After waiting for Mundra to go out, he glanced at the room intentionally or unintentionally.The door of the room was ajar, and the curtains could be seen swaying slightly by the wind on the balcony, and there was no one there.

The inside of Blue Castle is more complex than it looks from the outside.

Mundra walked up three different stairs, passed through five or three corridors, and two corridors, before arriving at a rectangular living room with a height of five or six meters.

As soon as he entered the door, he didn't see clearly who was sitting behind the dining table, so he just sat down on the chair by the dining table, lay down on his stomach, closed his eyes and meditated.

The waiter glanced at Michael and patted Mundra on the shoulder nervously.

Mundra closed his eyes and remained motionless.

"Miss." The waiter hardly dared to look at Michael's face.

A stern light flashed in Michael's eyes, and he waved coldly at the waiter.

Relieved, the waiter flew back to one side, silently praying for Mundra's luck.

Michael is 63 years old, but he is well maintained and looks to be in his early forties at most.Especially his hands, with long and slender fingers and well-proportioned white palms, are more beautiful than most women.In such a hand a knife is as gracefully held as a paintbrush.The table knife in Michael's hand suddenly threw towards Mundra.

The table knife was very sharp, it slashed across Mundella's right shoulder, and landed on the ground with a bang.A cut was made in the clothes, and blood dripped down.

Mundra looked up slowly.His face was calm, and he looked at Michael coldly, as if he didn’t feel the pain in his shoulder.

Michael's pupils closed.The girl in front of her had a delicate and delicate face, but her gaze was incompatible with this face, as lifeless as a god of death who could see through death.

"Welcome to the Blue Castle." He quickly adjusted his mood.

Thanks to the pain in his shoulder, Mundra felt that he was not sleepy anymore, the death energy that had been suppressed by the divine power of light for a long time became active, and his scattered mental power was refocused.

Michael watched his eyes getting brighter and brighter, and for some reason, there was an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart.He has always cherished his life very much, so he immediately gave the waiter a wink.

After a while, the waiter came with golden armor.

Seeing him appear, Michael's fluctuating mood calmed down, "Sit down and have a meal with us."

The golden armor bowed respectfully, and sat down opposite Mundra.

Michael said to the waiter, "It's time to serve."

In front of Michael, the golden armor and Mundella were obviously three completely different dishes.

Michael's dishes are exquisite and rich, which fills people's appetite just by looking at them.The golden armor is a little more ordinary, but it has meat and vegetables.Mundra is miserable, with only one bean sprout.

"Do you understand?" Michael asked him.

Mundra turned his head, stared at him and said, "If you want to eat the food in front of you, you have to beat you?"

The corners of Michael's eyes twitched, and he suppressed his anger and said, "No one can replace me. I am the only heir of the Barbour family."

Mundra said, "Oh."

Michael said: "Nobles, commoners, and slaves are three types. Nobles are noble, elegant, and destined to be superior. Commoners gain life and value under the enslavement of nobles, and slaves are the dirtiest and most despicable creatures! They live in this world. The only meaning in the world is to be enslaved, discriminated against and cast aside!"

Seeing his impassioned expression, Mundella suddenly had the urge to make him a corpse specimen even though he was unqualified.

Michael didn't know what he was thinking, and was still immersed in his speech, "The goddess of light has infinite wisdom. She knows what kind of person should be a nobleman and what kind of person should be a slave. Just like me, I was born Nobles, I am chosen by God! And the people who are with you are slaves! They are lowly, stupid and shameless...have all the shortcomings of human beings. They are defective products of the Goddess of Light."

Mundra said: "The Goddess of Light doesn't care about this kind of thing."

Michael looked at him angrily, "Low and stupid people. You will never understand the greatness of the Goddess of Light! She is omnipotent!"

Mundra felt that talking to him and listening to him was a waste of time.If only there were no armbands, at least he could now stuff him or take his bones out of his body piece by piece and pound them into a little house of bones to pass the time.

"Are you listening to me?" Michael was insulted by her absent-mindedness.

Mundra stared at the sprouts, considering whether to eat them before they went to waste.

Seeing that he ignored him, Michael was about to get angry when he saw a silver armor walk in, and after saluting him, he looked at the golden armor.

Michael said, "Say."

After receiving the hint from the golden armor, the silver armor said, "We have searched the whole city, but there is still no whereabouts of them."

A fire was burning in Michael's heart, and he said coldly: "Then what did you do?"

The silver armor looked at the golden armor uneasily.

The golden armor said slowly: "They tried their best."

boom!

Michael slapped the table and said: "I sent so many people, two of them escaped with the teleportation magic circle, and the whereabouts of the two of them are still unknown. The result of not catching any of them is also called doing our best?!"

Mundra said: "I was caught."

Michael looked at him suddenly, and asked with a half growl: "Who the hell are you? What is the purpose of coming here?! Also, why..."

"City Lord!" Rhodes hurried in from the outside wearing a black mage robe.

Michael closed his mouth in displeasure, and said, "What's the matter?"

Rhodes said: "I finally remembered who that blond-haired young man was."

Michael said: "You know? Who is it?"

Rhodes said: "He is Hayden Nafist!"

If there was a mirror, Michael would be able to see how wonderful his face looked.But he didn't, so the beauty on his face can only be seen by others. "Impossible!" He quickly vetoed, "He is a nobleman, how could he be with those slaves." He looked at Mundella and said, "Deny it. I know you are not nobles at all, you must be mercenaries Group. You must have an ulterior purpose here! But no matter what your purpose is, it doesn't matter, because you will soon become a slave like your fellow slaves." He pointed to the plate in front of him, He said viciously, "Just like this little bean sprout."

Rhodes frowned, and wanted to say again, "But he is indeed..."

"Shut up!" Michael said furiously, "You idiot. What a noble man Marshal Hayden is, how could he work with slaves? Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Rhodes seemed to understand something, and shut up embarrassingly.

Michael took a deep breath, and said to the golden armor: "It's fine to run away, but I don't want any of the rest of this vile mercenary group to stay in this world, can you do it?"

The golden armor stood up and said, "Yes!"

Michael was a little relieved, and waved tiredly at Mundella, "I'm not interested in your shady purpose now. Anyway, there is no difference between a dead person having a purpose and no purpose."

Mundra finally decided to put the bean sprout in his mouth before standing up.Anyway, waste is waste.