Bloody Canyon, headquarters of Santalin Society (also known as the Red Painting Mage Union).

This is a terrible area full of bloody smell. Although rocks stand all over the canyon, there is actually no sign of life. In fact, even bacteria will not breed here again. Only dark and dark clouds here will always hinder the brilliance of the sun. One or two muddy roads appear in the hazy and thick rain fog. The calm rain falls like silk falling against the dark sky, silent...

However, on this day, two mature faces that had never been seen suddenly came in the bloody canyon that had not changed for millions of years. A knight in gold glittering armor and a professional in black robe as dark as the night sky were like a passerby walking on the street. They quietly penetrated the muddy watered by the drizzle and walked to the deepest part of the canyon. All the drizzle traces that reached their bodies were easily bounced away by unpredictable forces, and every red mist that was winding against the ground was even more stagnant and scattered around them.

There is no doubt that the two professionals who have arrived at the "Tao Land" at this moment are obviously the "Instant Killing Gun" and "Destruction Whisper" that have signed the Eye of Judgment contract.

Although they already have a contract to ensure safety, they can fly directly to the magic tower of "Scarlet Scepter" to start the most important plan discussion, in order to show their politeness and respect for the powerful Yaori, both the expressionless punk and the smiling Kane naturally chose to enter the canyon by walking.

At least the Crazy Knight who has been here can lead the way, so even though the Ray Sun Magic Tower, which should have been very conspicuous from the sky perspective, is very difficult to see clearly on the ground, the patient caster still did not use his perception to impolitely scan the entire Blood Canyon to find the way.

He decided to follow Kane calmly towards the magic tower of "Scarlet Scepter".

In fact, the choice of walking through the muddy path was obviously very correct, because I just walked slowly for about an hour. Two professionals who had just entered the front area of ​​the Bloody Canyon saw a ray of extra dark but eye-catching fire that appeared directly in front of the path.

It was a tiny flame that was not swaying in the rain. The man sitting next to the flame was an old wooden chair who looked thin but was well-dressed.

When Punk and Kane saw him, the calm old man seemed to be adding firewood to the shattered dark red flame.

"The supreme leader of the Santalin Society, the oldest sun caster in the multiverse today - "Scarlet Scepter" Eman-Black Jack"......

Silently stopped and moved forward, Punk could determine the identity of the old man who was igniting the fire at a glance.

Yes, how could the person who can ignite the flames so calmly in this quiet bloody canyon and make his energy fluctuations completely unable to be detected by Huiyue's perception? I guess this thin old man who seems to be waiting for the "coming" can only be the mysterious old Eman?

Although this is the first time that the "Whisper of Destruction" has seen the "Scarlet Scepter" crown that is rarely seen in legend, he can still be very sure that this most low-key strong man is obviously completely different from the strong Messul and the cold "president". At least his attitude of greeting his collaborators by roasting fire here is very special.

Of course, this may also be because the other party simply does not want punk, a professional who is likely to be able to get Netherel's ancient knowledge inheritance to approach his magic tower...

But no matter what, Mr. Eman's appearance is enough to impress any professional who sees him.

"Hello, Mr. Eman, I'm glad to see you."

He performed a mage etiquette without being humble or arrogant, and the expressionless punk walked directly to the front of the bonfire of Master Yaori.

In fact, the "Scarlet Scepter" was not just a fire. There was actually a small iron pot on the fire in front of him. Now the boiling white water of the iron pot was rolling with some cooked "wild vegetables" that could not be seen clearly. Although the soup in this pot did not have much aroma, the color of the soup looked very crystal clear.

"Hello, young man, you are the mage called "Whisper of Destruction"? He is such a young and energetic handsome guy, as ambitious as the knights over there, full of confidence... It is much better than an old man like me who only knows how to cook fire and cook vegetables."

Without making too many special attitudes to Punk's greetings, Old Eman, who waved his hand to summon two wooden chairs in the air, just made a "please sit" gesture to the "whisper of destruction" while talking to himself.

It seems.........This muddy ground that is being watered by rain should be the location of this meeting.

"Crunch".

Although the chair transformed from "Scarlet Scepter" is simple and old in style, it is actually just ordinary wooden furniture. The light-hearted punk sits on it and doesn't make any noise. However, when Kane, a warrior wearing a thick gold armor, sits down casually, at least hundreds of tons of magic material armor weighs, almost instantly smashes the shaking wooden chair into pieces.

Fortunately, the fast-eyed and fast-handed Punk didn't want the Crazy Knight to sit on the ground and break such a serious conversation atmosphere. So when he saw that the chair covered with cracks was about to explode into wood chips, the Huiyue, who had no choice but to release the spell, directly used a small-scale "space confinement" to stop the soon-explosion of the broken wood chips.

So at this moment, Kane, who did not expect that his chair was so fragile, looked obviously a little embarrassed, sat on a crooked "wooden chip chair".

"Ahem, Sai'an, I can actually do it myself...... Well, yes! Hello Mr. Eman~ I have brought the iceberg face here. I think a grand adventure can finally begin, right?"

He danced and expressed his excited and cheerful mood in his heart. Even in front of the powerful Yaori, the Crazy Knight still had no intention of restraining himself. It seemed that he was really concerned about defeating the Constructed Queen. I guess this guy was looking forward to this adventure a long time ago, right?

But in an empty and quiet vast canyon, listening to the rustling sound of the rain curtain, neither the old Eman was stirring the soup pot nor the silent punk was concerned about the crazy knight.
Chapter completed!