The magic patterns on the ring were extinguished in sequence and returned to silence again.

But in an instant, the surroundings became dim and no longer as bright as before.

"How is it, it's not disappointing you."

Alan seemed to have walked towards Tropp without realizing the changes in the environment and said with a smile.

"You..."

Tropp smiled, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head, his eyes full of admiration.

"Who are the three people over there?" He and Renard smiled and fisted each other. Alan glanced at the three Mediterraneans who were far away from them.

"The three deputy ministers of the Executive Department Headquarters are not the same as us."

Allen nodded in a clear understanding.

Since he is coming to the imperial capital, at least he needs to figure out the most basic situation.

What's more, this department.

So, after Tropp was a little simpler, he knew what to treat the other party.

"No need to say hello to them, let's go first."

Tropp waved his hands at the three Mediterraneans casually, and then took Alan and the others away.

Hearing Tlop's words, Allen and Renard stopped their subconscious actions and left.

This also made Allen understand the gap between the two sides more deeply.

Before, he only knew that the two sides were like water and fire, but he did not expect that even the superficial etiquette was not very willing to maintain.

"Go away?"

The thin man glanced at Johnson, who was still kneeling on the ring and couldn't get up, and asked the other two tentatively.

"Let's go, why don't you leave after you've finished watching the good show?"

Mediterranean said with a smile, but there was no smile in his tone.

Turn around and leave without hesitation.

The face changed in the light and shadow in an instant, making it look mottled and unpredictable.

When his face appeared under the street lights again, it had become cold and calm, without any fluctuations.

"I remember who the person next to Tropp was."

At this time, the national face that walked beside him seemed to have finally completed the information retrieval.

"who?"

The Mediterranean asked concisely.

"Renard, the disciple of the helm of the contemporary necromancer lineage, Reenard." The national face was not mysterious, and he answered directly.

Hearing this answer, the Mediterranean couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

He seemed a little surprised.

There was no need for the two people next to him to say anything. This news alone was enough for him to understand something.

Renard is not unfamiliar with it, because he has heard this name too many times in recent times.

And those related to it are Tilros, Chris, Seurias, Raham...

So, when he knew the other party's identity, he instantly realized who the young man who had just knelt on Johnson was.

Alan Seulias.

The previous generation of executive director, Emperor Caesar's best friend, the reformist man, the youngest recipient of the imperial master in history, the child of Roy Seurias.

"It turned out to be him."

I murmured to myself in a daze, and the Mediterranean was muttering something.

"Yes, I haven't seen it for many years, and I can only recognize it with my early impressions."

The national face didn't know who the Mediterranean was talking about, and he thought the other party was talking about Renard, and agreed.

The Mediterranean glanced at the man with a national face who was unconscious and told him seriously, "Get back and collect information about Alan Seulias immediately."

"Whether it is useful or useless, I want the most detailed information."

Seeing the other party being so serious, the national face and the thin man naturally knew the importance of this matter.

So I responded very seriously.

...

"Damn it, damn it."

In the distance, a thin figure had a ferocious face and cursed in a low voice.

The fists were clenched, the joints turned white, and they hit the empty space hard, making a burst sound.

But strangely, the sound did not reach too far.

"How could this be the damn guy Johnson, if he hadn't made his own decisions?"

The thin figure gritted his teeth and stared at his blood-filled pupils, his tone was full of anger.

After a while, after almost the venting, I had calmed down.

He couldn't help but think about how to deal with this mess next.

The moonlight shines on his face, showing a tough and firm outline.
Chapter completed!