Chapter 542 A more suitable candidate for cooperation
"Not so much." Hilbert replied resolutely.
Pate pursed his lips: "I know, you think that cooperation with me will bring more dangers and benefits... If I can't get more, why should I get involved?
Right?
You can completely wait for Drifos to fight you to the end and take heavy losses before taking action.
After all, I still have some reasons...the noble Lord of Seatta will not punish me too harshly."
Hilbert changed his posture leisurely: "Mr. Pett, everything you said is based on the premise that I leave the territory of the Tower of Black Mystery.
If I only go to Archmage Lute when I go out, what can Drifos do?
If he really has the courage...ha~"
Of course, Pate understood Gilbert's sarcasm: Dreyfus's current little actions only made Gilbert irritated.
If he really can't go out and has no interest in the affairs at the Tower of Thea, then there's not much that Drifos can do.
At most, he could use various puppet-like hands to attack Gilbert's territory on the edge of the Black Mystery Realm, but he would never dare to come forward himself, let alone let those puppets attack Root's main tower.
Root has remained silent about recent events, but it's not that he has given up on Gilbert, but that he hasn't reached the point where he has to come forward.
But the attack on his main tower was enough for him to completely change his face and pursue the mastermind behind those puppet mages.
Although the puppets of Drifos will not tell the truth, people like Pat who know a little bit of his secrets will definitely expose his shortcomings and serve as his witnesses.
Pat couldn't help but clenched his fists: She seemed to be a little overstretched.
However, based on her understanding of Gilbert, this seven-ring mage should have a very eager mentality to become stronger!
For so many years, I had to wander around the junior mage stage due to mental shock. Although I have extraordinary abilities, I can only hide in the small magic tower in the corner and remain motionless. I can only rely on the madness of daring to die together to get a point in front of those mid-level and high-level mages.
A fearful heart.
If he hadn't been lucky enough to be taken under the tutelage of a great mage like Lute who had a high baseline and protected his shortcomings, Gilbert would have been killed long ago by exchanging heads.
Given Gilbert's arrogant and extreme personality...even if he was acting, Pat was sure that he was exaggerating at most, but that was his true nature, and he shouldn't be so calm in the face of readily available resources.
Indeed, he will definitely only get a small part, maybe even less than one-tenth, but Pat doesn't think Gilbert didn't understand the meaning of her words: Gilbert will definitely get enough for him to be promoted to ninth grade.
Ring resources.
Of course, Gilbert couldn't think about anything else.
However, since Lute had just become a part of the Tower of Theia because of the Black Mystery Tower, and was still a little hesitant to take action against the famous Nine-ring Archmage of the original Tower of Theia, this was already the last time.
Good solution.
Is it possible that Gilbert feels he is entitled to more points?
Without her, Pate, standing in front of him, even if Gilbert created an alchemical artifact that was powerful enough, he probably wouldn't have the chance to release it!
Unless Gilbert is really not interested in those resources.
How can it be?
Pate narrowed his eyes slightly and showed a charming smile to Gilbert, who had a somewhat stiff expression on his face: This guy probably wasn't sure of the true extent of her intentions.
She was too impatient.
Of course, she didn't expect that Gilbert could still think cautiously in the face of such a huge temptation and the pressure from the outside world from Dreyfus.
Forget it, a more sincere smile appeared on Pate's face. She had underestimated the other party, then...
She stood up swayingly: "I know that you can't believe my sincerity and doubt whether there is... a problem between me and Dreyfus.
It doesn't matter, I can wait, and you can think slowly.
However, it's best not to be too late.
If Dreyfus finds another alliance, I probably won't get involved."
Seeing the back of Peter Shiran leaving, Hilbert stretched out his hands and patted his face: his face was so stiff.
This female mage talked about it, but not a single word of it was serious.
Only mentioning his obligations, not mentioning his rights, not to mention what kind of protection will be given to him...it is obvious that he is ready to kick him away at any time.
Hill felt that even Gilbert standing here would not spit easily.
Not to mention him.
All the benefits Pat mentioned were meaningless to him... Even if Dreyfus gave him all the resources, Hilbert wouldn't want them!
He just hopes that the resources in his hands will look more embarrassing, the better.
Level 8 is far away and is Hilbert's dream.
Moreover, Hilbert had better candidates than finding Pater, who was a bigger enemy.
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"Gilbert is looking for me?" Aisling, who was eating dessert on the sofa in Root's study, looked up in surprise.
For her, the Tower of Theia has countless shortcomings, and the existence of 'Aisling' makes her more and more in crisis, but it is not without any comfort... one has enough materials, and the other has enough food formulas.
After accidentally discovering that 'Aisling' had all kinds of skills prepared in her mind to complete her image of a perfect hostess, Aisling's biggest concern was the recipe.
Her life was hanging by a thread and she might disappear at any time. Even though she couldn't help but look at the pretty guy, she was more concerned about the delicious food.
Food is the perfect soothing agent in life...especially in a life where no matter how hard you struggle, there is only a dead end and you can only lie down and wait.
It's obviously the same person, so why does 'Aisling' have so many beautiful memories?
But her impression of those foods was very false, as if she had never eaten them before.
Fortunately, 'Aislin' was very responsive to her innocuous requests, so Aislin went directly to her teacher... Although part of the reason was that she hoped that Root could also eat, but more importantly, she
I don't know how to transform the puppet.
Only Archmage Lute can transform those household puppets who can only make simple food into learning these recipes.
Therefore, even though she could only sit idle by Root's side, Aislin could still sit still.
Especially when Root had to avoid her when doing some relatively private things, Aisling only had to take a bite of a small cake to control her urge to follow her.
Fortunately, 'Aisling' has become somewhat immune to her emotional fluctuations and doesn't bother to wake up at all.
However, Aislin wasn't sure whether she really didn't wake up, but she didn't want to pursue it because they were both pretending to be stupid anyway.
Anyway, they both know each other very well, and if it can weaken the strength of the other's soul, no one will stop.
No one can guess how long this current state of mutual checks and balances will last.
Aisling knew very well that no matter how many fools there were among Root's students who couldn't see that she had a different status now, they couldn't be Gilbert.
That guy definitely wasn't looking for her for any good reasons.
However, Gilbert's candles did help her a lot, and Aisling was not unappreciative.
Although the other party may be more interested in making Root happy, she is the one who receives the favor after all.
Therefore, even though Didi cooed, and even though Lute was sitting and watching with a doting and helpless smile on his face, Aislin still took action.
She clapped her hands, picked up a clean towel and wiped it clean, dug out a small exquisite box from the grid under the coffee table, grabbed a few from the snack plate on the coffee table and put them in: "Well, teacher, I'll go
Give Gilbert a snack.
Is there anything you want me to convey to you?"
"Dreyfus, there is no value in deterring me." Root said calmly, "Tell Gilbert that if you are in trouble, just come directly to me.
I believe in his ability to escape."
Just by relying on the flying eagle, Gilbert can reach the main tower quickly... Root naturally has his own way to cooperate with the puppet flying eagle, and has already reminded Gilbert what to do.
Just because he hasn't expressed his stance, it doesn't mean that he hasn't made any preparations.
Aislin closed the snack box haphazardly, and turned the corner of her mouth slightly downward: "Tsk, that's right, he can't play the trick of dying together now."
"Stop, quarrel."
When Aislin walked to the edge of the terrace and prepared to take off, Root's gentle instructions came from behind.
She blinked and turned back seriously: "Are you saying this to me or to him?"
"You two." Root sighed heavily, "What on earth is Gilbert thinking?
Why aren’t you looking for Oliva?”
"Perhaps you think Oliva belongs to Corinle?" She mocked mercilessly, and Aislin flew into the sky carrying the snack box.
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Hilbert looked at the woman in red knocking outside his window, feeling a little complicated.
He regretted looking for her, and regretted even more that he had just given her permission.
"How about you turn around and go back?" Hilbert groaned through the French window.
"Are you sick?" Aislin snorted dissatisfied.
No, Hill was just a little suspicious that her recent mental state was beyond hope, so she wore a bright purple robe over a bright red robe.
He's almost going blind.
"Hurry up and open the window!" Aislin raised the snack box in her hand, "I'll give you something to eat."
Hilbert took a deep breath and opened the window with a heavy heart: "What kind of aesthetic makes you dress like this?"
"Rosello's aesthetics are so annoying." Aislin, who flew in, stepped on his desk and spoke lazily.
"Don't you like his face very much?" Hilbert asked curiously.
"But he doesn't let me look at other people's faces! There are so many beauties here, why should I only look at him?" Aislin smiled calmly and slowly sat on the comfortable chair behind the desk.