Duke of Grief

As Mother Stiles raised her left leg, the corner of her mouth slightly raised, "Oh? Ansel Lowe, Prime Minister Lowe, but you are a'big man', why did you come to us? And not in advance Let us know, if you inform us, we will prepare a "banquet" that you will absolutely love."

As she said this, she laughed softly, and the silver bell-like laughter constantly flicked the hearts of the two guards of Ansel Lowe.

"These things are saved!"

In the past, Ansel Lowe, who had always been greedy for money, was able to maintain absolute calmness and squint, but he did not rise up because of the hot dress of Mother Stiles.

Prime Minister Luo Wei pulled down the hood, and Shen Sheng said: "This time, I'm here to discuss cooperation with you!"

Ms. Stills tilted her head and waved her hand, allowing people to take out the two guards of Prime Minister Lowe and entertain him.

After the two smiling guards left, the mother-in-law in front of Prime Minister Lowe got up and left her seat, walked to him, raised his chin with his long index finger, and vomited softly in his ear : "Prime Lowe, what do you want to talk about...what kind of cooperation is it? Like opening a brothel with drow elves across the country, you can't let you talk in person?"

Despite knowing that she asked for her knowingly, Ansel Lowe replied according to her wishes: "Cooperation on firearms and weapons-now the Moore Business Federation has come online with the Principality of Sorrowful Wind, although not to defend you Offensive, but if it is to deal with the Arcane Empire, they are willing to continue to provide us with weapons."

"Huh."

As Mother Stiles groaned incomprehensiblely, she straightened up, swayed her waist and walked back. Before she sat down, she suddenly looked back and blinked at Ansel Lowe, "Prime Lowe, Are you going to only cooperate with us in this regard? If only this cooperation is forgotten, I will refuse. Fighting against the arcane empire is a very dangerous thing, and it is even more difficult for our family alone. ..."

Ansel Lowe was silent for a moment, staring at the emerald ring on his right index finger. Huo Ran asked: "Your Majesty should be watching us, right?"

As Mother Stiles’ eyes narrowed, her sweet smile lifted her face again, "Prime Minister Lowe, you are a great person for us, but not for your majesty. If we say the mourning wind When the Black Dragon Grand Duke or the maidservant arrives, His Majesty may also cast his gaze, but if it’s just'you'..."

The mistress smiled slightly, the meaning of the smile was self-evident.

"You need an opportunity, you need an opportunity to get in touch with the Principality of the Winds of Sorrow." Ansel Lowe turned his face, turning the ring on his index finger. "The Assatom Elves have hatred against most countries. This is especially true, so they are willing to cooperate with you. But even so, you have not got what you want from them, you only bought the'finished product', but what you want is technology.

"Last time, you ran into a wall. Without the foreign enemy, with the care of the maidservant, it is impossible to give you the technologies that are most likely to bring you transformation, which would threaten Sloan Gate. Desi's security.

"And now, the elves are no longer as straightforward as they were before, and they are not stupid, knowing what they should do, so... according to my guess, you should have asked them the same as before, but None of them agreed, otherwise your residence will not be what it is today!"

Ansel Lowe looked up and asked in a low voice: "Am I right? Your Majesty."

He didn't look directly at those eyes, his eyes fell on the lips of Mother Instiles, only to see that the corner of his lips suddenly outlined a playful smile, and he let out a slight sigh of relief.

"You are smart." "Mrs. Instiles" clapped her hands, raised her chin slightly, her eyes glowing half-closed with purple shimmer, and looked up and down at the fat man.

The muscles on Ansel Lowe's body are vain, and there is only a loop of hair on his head. The tiredness on his face is also obvious at a glance.

This is his truest appearance. Whether it is flattering or irritable, it's just his layer of disguise, it's just a trick.

In fact, his disguise really deceived many people!

"But smartness is not enough. Cooperation is a transaction, and the transaction needs a profit," Spider-God put his head in his right hand, leaning on the armrest, and chuckled, "Since you know my existence, then you need to take it out One can touch my interests, otherwise, everything is free."

Ansel Lowe shook his head. "I don't need you to deal with the arcane empire. I know it's impossible. I need you to help me deal with the "devil". That's all."

The spider **** lamented in a disguised manner: "What a pity..."

Having said that, there is no slight pity on the face of Mother Stiles, a faint smile always floats on that beautiful face-since the advent of the spider god, there has never been a little change .

Hearing the exclamation behind the spider god, Ansel Lowe murmured for a moment, and whispered: "Sometimes ago, the devil suddenly contacted me and rumored that the drow elf was about to turn our face and unilaterally tear up the agreement. , I have been full of doubts about its words and deeds.

"Provoking such things is the most common way for them. I am not a fool. They also know that I am not a fool, so they guide me step by step to discover some'clues', which makes me wary of drow elves. thought."

The spider **** picked up a small grape from the fruit tray and rolled it with his tongue into his mouth, slightly nodding, "Well, what then?"

Ansel Lowe squeezed the ring and took a breath. "The devil can't have any good intentions, so they told me from the beginning that they are going to steal souls on the battlefield. Their purpose is nothing more than, of course, I cannot believe them.

"I know they are uneasy and kind, so I was thinking about whether they want to provoke a war between us. The answer is yes. After the return of the Arcane Empire, I connected these things together and realized There may be a connection between the devil and the arcane empire. There is a high possibility of an alliance between them, but the relationship is not close, and even the two sides are still fighting each other's ideas."

For the first time, the indifferent eyes behind the spider **** showed other emotions, and asked curiously, "Oh? Why do you say that?"

"The time is so coincident!" Ansel Lowe sneered. "They arranged it step by step. If I follow their steps, then I should have started the war with the drow elf, and this time, it is exactly Before the return of the Arcane Empire."

"Just this?" The spider **** raised his eyebrows.

Prime Minister Lowe nodded, "That's it!"

All of this is Ansel Lowe’s guess, and this guess is particularly arbitrary. Obviously, this is not ‘truth’.

——But Queen of the Spiders doesn’t need ‘truth’, all she needs is an opportunity, a reason!

Ansel Lowe is very aware of this, so he gave this far-fetched reason just to give the spider **** an excuse.

He wanted to use this to keep the drow elf quiet for a while, and by the way, let the drow elf help him solve the trouble that the devil brought him and Mohr Her ability is very good, which makes her willing to be used...

Mother Stiles licked her lips and asked softly, "Your Majesty has already agreed, Prime Minister Lowe, you said... Can you introduce us to the Grand Duke Black Dragon, right?"

"... I suggest that you better not do that. The maidservant doesn't like other women to appear beside Grand Duke Black Dragon." Ansel Lowe shook his head and persuaded in a low voice.

There was a look of disappointment in her eyes, and Mother Instiles stood up and smiled sweetly at Ansel Lowe: "Prime Lowe, let's go, we have prepared a banquet for you, Allows you to get rid of these days of fatigue.

"Oh, by the way, Your Majesty said, I will be the head of this mission, I hope you can talk to the Black Duke..."

Ansel Lowe glanced at the drow elf and didn't speak anymore. Anyway, he had advised him. Any problems in the end had nothing to do with him.

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