"Okay, there's time to learn about your father's affairs."

"In the past they protected you very well, but now that you have grown to this point, you are qualified to know everything."

"However, it's getting late today. Let's take a break early. There's still something to do tomorrow."

Tropp suddenly paused, glanced at Allen, and said seriously.

Alan calmed down and suddenly realized that they had arrived at their destination.

A tall fortress-like building appeared before them, with the door open and the lights at the entrance were bright.

"Okay, I'll send it here, just take a break."

Tropp waved his hand and turned around and left.

Allen looked at the other person's back as he walked away, his eyes deep, as if there was a vast ocean lurking.

It seemed like an illusion, and a very playful smile appeared on the corner of Alan's mouth, like lightning, flashing in a flash.

Even Renard, who was beside him, did not notice this strange scene.

"Let's go in first, I hope you can have a good dream tonight."

Allen said to Renard beside him, his tone was plain.

However, under these plain sentences, it is unknown how much playfulness and jokes are hidden.

"Yeah." Renard nodded and followed him.

The cold moonlight shines on the earth, laying a layer of moonlight as thin as silk on the ground.

Like a dream, like a illusion, and like a celestial being.

The dim lights illuminate the silent late night, adding a bit of weirdness.

The rugged and wild huge building lies quietly on the ground, like an extremely fierce ancient giant beast.

The wide door was open, and bright lights projected out of it, as if they had brought light to the world, as if they could drive away all darkness and weirdness.

It was as if there was a shelter in the darkness, a safe island that could withstand the weirdness.

However, looking at this scene, Alan's eyes revealed a little funny.

He didn't say much, but walked in with Renard as if he didn't realize it and completed the registration at the reception in the lobby.

Then, led by a receptionist on duty, he walked towards the third floor.

It has to be said that although this building located at the headquarters of the Executive Department has been built into a fortress style due to its own functional needs.

But its interior is still very normal.

At least from Allen's current observation, it is similar to the interior decoration of ordinary hotels.

At most, it is because it needs to take into account certain defense functions to prevent unknown dangers and have made certain changes.

However, this change does not seem abrupt, but is harmoniously integrated with the original style and becomes a unique style.

Alan looked at the extremely precious things hanging on the wall, such as the [magic light armor], [three-dimensional mobile device], [microst position magic array], etc., which are hung on the wall, which have the dual functions of decoration and emergency response, and a smile of interest appeared on his face.

Renard, who was beside him, was also quite interested in this and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

However, their speed did not slow down. They still followed the reception staff leading the way at a slow speed and walked to the third floor.

"My mission has been completed. This is your room. I hope you two have a good dream tonight."

"If you need it, please use the contactor to access the internal network of the reception office to communicate, thank you."

Seeing the receptionist who had explained the relevant matters left, Allen and Renard smiled at each other, and then placed the door card given by the other party on the door.

The light blue magic energy flows, and several miniature magic arrays are nested rings, and then bite them one after another, forming a complex figure with tight seams.

Click!

A faint spell aura flashed, and the door opened!

"Good night."

Allen and Renard said good night to each other at the same time, and then walked into their respective rooms in great synchrony.

"not bad."

As soon as he entered the door, Allen had already turned on the lights, looked at the place where he would rest tonight, and gave a satisfactory evaluation.

The room is not big, only about forty square meters, but it is enough to be considered excellent.

On the left side of the entrance, there is a chariot bathroom with extremely modern decoration and is not as stinky as the old chariot bathrooms in most residents' homes at this time.

Clean and bright, neat and comfortable.

Walking in, it is a small living room, not big, but it also has a sofa, several stools and a small coffee table.

Then walk in, on the left is a study that can be used as a utility room and a storage room, and on the right is the bedroom where Allen rests tonight.

The layout is extremely simple and the area is not large, but it is definitely enough for Allen.

Although the reception hall and interior decoration style are as consistent as possible with the hotel outside, I hope that people can relax well.

However, the design style of this room is very consistent with the appearance of the fortress.

Simple, clean, simple and practical.

There is no fancy and luxury of those hotels outside.

Allen felt that it was not that they did not have the ability to build the room better and bigger, but they just felt that it was unnecessary.

After all, in the eyes of the fortress-style architects, every space is worthy of cherishing.

It can be said that if someone had not been to reconcile the ideas of the pragmatist who was rough and extreme, I don’t know what this reception would have become!

Allen thought about the minimalist and pragmatic design ideas that he had seen along the way, as well as the decoration that made people feel as warm and comfortable as possible, and came to the above conclusion.

After a little look at his room, Allen went to wash up.

Today is already busy and tired enough, and he needs rest.

After all, there are still a lot of things he needs to do tomorrow.

After a simple wash, Allen lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

Soon, the long and continuous breathing sounded in this empty room, bringing a faint echo.

...

In a magnificent building covering a wide area and like a castle, in an extremely secret room, a thin-faced man reported sadly what happened tonight.

"Sir, I'm sorry, our plan failed."

Strasley, the head of the executive department, the mainstay of the neutral faction, bowed and said to a light blue three-dimensional projection.

“What plan?”

"Wait, you're talking about the one with Johnson Keith as the knife."

Hearing this, the humanoid man made up of light blue light and shadow subconsciously stunned for a moment, and then reacted as if he was suddenly aware of it.

"Yes, that's the plan."

Strath Leslie did not get up, but remained humble and looked a little ugly.

"What's going on? Don't our plan start tomorrow? Why are you telling me that it's failed now."

Hearing Strasley's affirmation, the adult was even more confused.

He was a little dazed for a moment. What's going on? Why did their plan fail directly before it even started? Is there something wrong?

"If you fail, you fail, you don't need to act like this."

"You stood up and spoke"

Looking at Strasley Leslie's appearance, the adult frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, thank you sir."

When Stella Leslie's eyes lit up when he heard the other party's order, he stood up straight and faced the other party again.

"Let me tell you what happened?" The figure, constructed from light blue light and shadow, looked calm and his tone was calm.

"Yes." Strath Leslie responded and began to explain.

"Originally, our people had already done their tricks in the ring and were waiting for a fierce battle between Johnson Keith and Alan Seulias tomorrow. Then Johnson Keith was unable to stop in time due to an accident, and seriously injured Alan Seulias."

"But tonight, just after Alan Seulias arrived at the executive headquarters, Johnson Keith approached Alan Seulias because of his feud with Roy Seulias."

"It was just a verbal conflict, but later, for some reason, the two sides went directly to the ring."

"And, both sides agreed to the duel at the same time, activated the magic circle on the ring, and started the battle."

Hearing this, the adult's mouth curled a sneer, "I probably understand."

"That is, that guy Johnson Keith ruined our carefully designed planning because of his own desires, right?"

"Yes." Strath Leslie nodded, his face a little bad.

After all, he proposed this plan at the beginning, and he also supported the candidate Johnson Keith.
To be continued...