Crimson Grand Duke Trena stared at the white jade pendant on Alvis's palm. In her field of vision, the translucent jade pendant was a beating flame.
The pale flame burned slowly, but there was no trace of warmth. Instead, it gave people a feeling of coldness coming from between the teeth.
As the flames flickered, Alves's palm became blurred, and the surrounding space became faintly distorted, forming a strong and depressing atmosphere.
As if attracted by this power, Trina's pupils gradually stood up, her spirit was immersed in it, and her pupils were dyed blood red.
laugh!
Suddenly, there was a burning and stinging feeling in her eyes, followed by a terrible coldness, as if a soldering iron had been thrown into an ice pond, and Trina hurriedly looked away.
"Don't look at it for too long, this jade pendant is marked with the power of a saint-descendant monarch." Alves reminded him softly.
Trena lowered her eyes and asked indifferently: "I know the propriety, this will not be more powerful than the queen's blood moon power.
Why is it His Majesty from the Soul Fire Tribe who is awakened?"
Ghost White Flame is the special power of the famous Demon Soul Fire Clan. The most powerful person in this clan is the Soul Fire Lord Samael.
Under normal circumstances, this jade pendant should be in the hands of a descendant of the Soul Fire Clan, but Alves is from the Dark Nether Clan, so logically he cannot hold this token.
This is not a small problem. The Dark Lord is very powerful and can even distort and modify the laws of space within a certain range to create a small alien space.
Most of the demon monarchs sleep in different spaces when they are inactive, making it difficult to trace them. However, through tokens, you can locate and find the sleeping place of a dark monarch, and then wake him up.
For any clan, tokens bearing the power of the monarch are very important and will not be given to outsiders easily.
"This is the intention of the parliament. The token was given to me by Grand Master Alexei. He needs to guard the Dark Temple and cannot preside over the ceremony in person." Sensing her doubts, Alves explained.
Alexei is the Grand Duke of the Soulfire Clan, and has long guarded the Dark Temple, the place where Solomon's Conference was held, so he rarely moves outside.
"The necessary items for the ceremony have been gathered, but I need your help to unlock the seal." Alves put away the white jade pendant and added.
Trena nodded first, then frowned slightly: "Okay, but you have to give me some time to settle my subordinates. Recently, I was targeted by a woman."
Last time she wanted to go to Cassevia to support Prince Milo, but she was intercepted midway and was obviously at a disadvantage during the fight.
What confused her the most was that the woman didn't know what method she had used to locate her approximate location, but she didn't seem to have any intention of killing her.
After looking stunned for a moment, Alves' tone became a little more solemn: "Forget it, it's not safe. I'll go to the Pugni Plain.
You should be careful, arrange your subordinates well, and make sure no one is following you before you come back to meet me."
He originally didn't want to go to Prince Milo because the relationship between the Dark Nether Tribe and the Black Wing Tribe was not good, but Trena was obviously in trouble.
Thinking of her situation, Trina didn't force it, and said in a cold voice: "That's okay, I can't get rid of her for the time being."
"Do you need my help?"
"Thank you, no need."
As soon as he finished speaking, a whirlwind blew up, and Trina's figure dissipated on the spot like blue smoke. A red light kept flashing, shuttled over the grassland, and quickly escaped to the Nokman Empire in the east.
Watching her leave, Alvis sighed. He actually didn't have many friends. At first, Trina was one of the few saints who didn't laugh at his "balance" theory.
"If you don't walk on the road that everyone else walks on, you'll probably be considered an outlier."
Recalling what Ren said when he first met him, Alves shook his head slightly. For some reason, he had a strange premonition that he would meet him again in the future.
Da─
Alves took a step forward and walked toward the south of Farolland like lightning. The light seemed to be swallowed up, and his figure began to become illusory and blurred.
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In the blue sky, there are white clouds, and the sunlight shines on them, dyeing them a light golden color, which looks very beautiful.
Two days passed, and it was noon. In the small apartment, after lunch, Ren and Kesha were making out on the sofa.
Although he can only do it on his upper body, flirting with his girlfriend every day is also a compulsory course for him. As a virgin, he naturally longs to grow into a real man.
He now deeply understands why so many heroes cannot pass the beauty test. There is no other way. This test is too sad.
After he put Kesha's top back on, her pretty face was already flushed with red. She leaned on his shoulder, her delicate body trembling slightly, and her beautiful eyes filled with mist.
A little confused and obsessed, she subconsciously pinched his waist hard and said angrily: "Don't mess around in the future. It's time for you to go. You have to go to Wilton City to attend a dinner party in the evening."
Taking in a breath of air from the pain, Ren snorted, turned his body, and pressed her directly on the sofa.
Stroking her slightly hot cheek, Ren looked into her eyes: "It doesn't matter, it's still early, we can communicate further."
Although this was not the first time she was suppressed by him, Kesha was still flustered. She turned her head and her voice was a little trembling: "Don't mess around, I...I..."
Ren smiled slightly, stood up, and did not continue to embarrass her. He knew that Kesha was already feeling very uncomfortable.
He has held back for more than two months and is not in a hurry. Even if he insists, she will not refuse now.
Taking a deep breath, she managed to suppress the throbbing in her heart, and after regaining her composure, Kesha began to help Ren put on formal attire for the event.
At her request, Renn put on a white vest, a blue suit, a black tie, picked up a silver-encrusted cane, and went out.
Renn did not rush directly to Wilton City, but first took a public carriage to the wealthy area on the north side of the commercial street.
He planned to meet up with two acquaintances first, and then go to this important event of the Dawn Club together.
