I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

Hearing this, sweat dripped from Hugh Tark's determined face.

"Fulilian, you know I've always been good at running away."

Hush Tark said to Fulilian: "If something really happens, I will carry all of you and run away together."

[Haha, stand firmly beside Fulilian, and run away if it doesn't work! ]

Fulilian smiled: "It's too much of a fuss, I don't plan to trouble it."

"Nothing will happen, it's just a simple conversation."

Walked out of the cabin.

Duncan led the way in front, and Hugh Tark followed closely behind.

Fulilian and Philen walked behind.

"But I still apologize to you first." Fulilian couldn't help but say, "Don't be angry later."

"??? Philen looked at Fulilian in surprise.

At night, buildings everywhere in Weiize reflected a cold golden luster.

In the center, outside a palace.

Duncan led his men and saw a figure standing at the entrance of the palace street in front.

Golden Country, Mahat.

[Good fellow, is Mahat waiting for Duncan every day? ]

Waiting for Duncan, Fulilian, Hughtark and Fearon to come closer.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Mahat saw Duncan and said, "Please come in."

Mahat led Duncan, Fulilian and others into the palace.

"May I ask who these guests are?" Mahat looked at Fulilian and the other two behind Duncan.

"They are all my friends, don't neglect them."

Mahat placed his hand elegantly on his left chest, "I understand."

Very polite.

"Welcome all guests to visit here." Mahat turned around and introduced Fulilian and the other two politely.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Mahat, serving as the magic consultant of the Gluck family."

Flilian looked up and said slowly, "This is not the first time we've met."

"We fought once six hundred years ago."

[My God, Fulilian, you're so brave. ]

[Will it really not alert Mahat? ! ]

[I'm so panicked. ]

But Mahat bowed his head and apologized to Fulilian: "Please forgive my impolite behavior in the past."

"Is that so." Fulilian smiled and looked at Mahat, "Sure enough, you don't remember it anymore."

"How about I help you recall it?" Fulilian asked suddenly.

Mahat stood up straight, staring at Fulilian with cold and condescending eyes.

[Hiss, Fuli, you are really a warrior, no, you are a brave man! ! ]

[Oh my God. ]

Suddenly,

Hugh Tark took a step back and swung the giant axe, and Philen also took out the wooden staff.

Suddenly.

The atmosphere became very tense.

Duncan turned his head and watched all this silently.

Stop it. "Duncan stared at Mahat and ordered.

"Mahat, we are not here to fight."

Hearing Duncan's words, Mahat closed his eyes and said politely: "I'm very sorry. "

【My God, Old Dun really can command Mahat.】

Lord's Castle.

Mahat brought Duncan, Fulilian and others to the lord's reception room.

Five people sat on the sofa.

"Please have tea."

Mahat placed five cups of tea on the coffee table in front of everyone.

"This is freshly brewed."

【In the Golden Land that has turned into gold, can you still take out tea?! This means that Mahat has the ability to remove the golden state at any time.】

Mahat picked up a cup of tea and introduced: "These are all the tea utensils that Master Gluck once loved."

"I deliberately kept them in their original appearance."

Duncan sat on a separate single sofa and watched everything silently.

"Hey, Fulilian." Hugh Tark sat on the long sofa, on Fulilian's left, and asked in a low voice.

"What did you want to do just now?"

Flilian looked at him, "What's wrong? "

"You seemed to want to fight it just now, didn't you?" Hugh Tark lowered his voice.

Phelan also whispered: "It's not good for the heart..."

Flillian looked at the two: "Didn't I tell you not to be angry later?"

"I want to confirm something."

"What do you want to confirm?" Mahat looked at them with a teacup in his hand and continued, "It's really worrying."

"Have you come to any conclusion?"

[Whispering, let me find out...]

[Danger...]

"Well." Flillian looked at Mahat, "I can only say that I can't beat it after all."

Mahaat's eyes became cold and lifeless without any ripples.

"Also, now I know that you are not so perfect." Flillian said.

"... Lord Duncan." Mahat looked at Duncan, "Who is this? ”

[Puff, it doesn’t remember Fu at allFu, hahaha. 】

【It happened more than 600 years ago. Did Mahat have Alzheimer's disease? 】

【It's so funny, you sei?】

Duncan paused.

He introduced Fulilian's situation to Mahat.

"I see." Mahat showed a look of understanding after hearing Duncan's introduction.

"This kind of magician is the magician who defeated the Demon King with the hero, Fulilian."

A smile appeared on Mahat's face.

"It's really nostalgic."

"Duncan has always liked the adventure stories of the hero."

【Mahat must have talked a lot with Duncan, otherwise how would he know that he admired Xinmeier. 】

【It's so strange, Mahat is one of the seven sages under the Demon King, why did he react like this when he heard Fulilian's identity? 】

"You said it so lightly, as if it had nothing to do with you." Fulilian asked.

"Have you never thought about revenge for the Demon King?"

"Hey......." Hearing Fulilian's question, Hugh Tark felt something was wrong and wanted to stop him.

But.

Mahat calmly picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.

"What do you mean?"

"These things are meaningless to me." Mahat said ruthlessly.

Everyone looked at Mahat.

"I don't have much loyalty to the Demon King."

"Besides, I have always hated fighting."

Duncan listened to Mahat's words quietly.

Mahat's eyes looked at the table, but his thoughts turned to the distance.

"My wish is just to live a peaceful life here."

Mahat paused and continued, "But humans keep bringing fights and disturbing my peace."

Mahat looked across the sofa at Fulilian and the other two and said, "Just like you guys now."

"I was originally a conservative in the Demon King's army, and I have always been looking for ways to coexist with humans."

Mahat said to Duncan, Fulilian and others, "My thoughts have always been like this before I put on the Domination Stone Ring, and it has not changed until now."

Flilian was indifferent, "Who knows, I have heard too many lines like this."

"So many that I'm too lazy to count them."

Flyllian lowered her eyes and said coldly: "The lies of the demons are as frequent as breathing."

['Language is the most beautiful magic']

Mahat pondered: "Lying is as frequent as breathing..."

"What a perfect metaphor."

"But I didn't lie."

Mahat looked at Duncan and said: "Through that little girl (Etilu), Lord Duncan has read my memory."

"You must understand that there are no lies in my language."

Duncan heard it and thought of the memory he read, "Yeah."