Be dragged into the room by the succubus

"referee?"

Frowning, Ning Feng instinctively sensed a troublesome feeling, and took half a step back in disgust.

not good!

I feel like someone is trying to kill me!

What's happening here?

Looking at this invitation letter repeatedly, Ning Feng didn't see any clues from the previous place, so he could only think about other places repeatedly.

"Referee? Why are you invited to be a referee?"

I'm just a little legend who has just emerged, why do you want me to be the referee?

Besides, I don't know you well, what did you invite me to do?

"It feels like things may not be as simple as they appear on the surface."

Cairns Jia Silin, Ning Feng is no stranger to this name, he just remembered it not long ago.

The previous speaker of the Silver Parliament was called,,...

From a certain point of view, this is also a somewhat legendary figure.

It's not that his strength has reached the legendary level, on the contrary, his strength is the worst among the previous speakers, only at the second level.

According to some gossip, even the strength of this second level was forcibly piled up with resources.

Compared to the previous Tier [-] or even the legendary Speaker, Keynes is not even strong enough to lift their shoes.

But it is such a person who should not have much status in the world of the awakened, but has become the helm of a first-class power like the Silver Council for nearly a hundred years.

Facing all kinds of turmoil during Keynes' tenure, he handled them perfectly and never lost control.

Some people say that he is a puppet pushed up, a clown who can only speak according to the script.

Perhaps there is some truth and evidence in these words, but in the end, Keynes retired from the speaker's seat safely.

Until now, Keynes is still in good control of the family, and is still the uncompromising helm of the Jacelin family.

Ning Feng didn't think that such an old fox who was famous for being shrewd and cunning would not think about this kind of thing, and would have no other preparations.

Since the other party is so unable to relax his identity, Ning Feng's thinking is more cautious.

"If you can't think of the other party's purpose, you can only imagine the way to deal with it."

There are so few clues now, if Ning Feng can really guess the other party's mind, then he is a god, and he can go directly to be a prophet.

The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. What Ning Feng can do now is to ensure that he will not fall into the trap of the opponent.

"There are only two choices."

to go, or not to go.

If he went, Ning Feng would have to think about what confidence he had.

What was Keynes looking at?

Is it strength?

It shouldn't be, the other party is not the kind of small family that cannot be contacted with the legend and needs to borrow other people's names to support it.

What is needed may be another aspect, what is needed is another identity of the sword bearer.

Legendary Inquisitor of the Inquisition.

For such a small job as a "referee", this title is no longer an overkill, but a sword that kills a chicken.

But it has to be said that this title can indeed guarantee the fairness of the game to the greatest extent.

"...However, there is still something strange."

sense of violation.

Ning Feng sat on the stool, tapped his slender fingers on the table, and kept sorting out the irregularities.

"The personal relationship between the Jacelin family and Keynes, I don't believe that other legendary adjudicators can't be invited!"

Correct!

There are so many legendary adjudicators, why do you have to choose a sword-bearer who you don't know and have never had a relationship with?

What is the hidden reason behind this?

"Could it be, interpersonal relationship... No, I can't tell."

There is an idea in his heart, but Ning Feng still has too little clues and materials, and there is no way to deduce it.

Only a few conjectures without data and theoretical support can be made.

Putting this question aside for now, Ning Feng continued to think:

"If you go to the appointment, you must appear as a sword holder in reality..."

If it only takes a few hits to burst out with legendary strength, Ning Feng can do it by various means.

But what if he is allowed to remain a legend for a long time?

not enough.

Even if the last drop of Shirin's liquid is drained... the magic power is not enough to cope with all situations, and the body can't bear it either.

Xilin is Ning Feng's lover, not a magic power bank in human form.

You can't squeeze people dry again and again, the frequency is too high and no one can stand it.

Besides, light charging is not enough, you have to plug in a charger for people to charge for sustainable development.

And this step still needs a little time to prepare.

If this is in the dream world, Ning Feng can cover it up in many ways.

But life is not a novel, and all things may not follow him so coincidentally, the chance of this is too small.

If they really appeared in front of those legends in reality, there would be more than [-]% chance that the sword wielder's real body would be revealed.

At that time, this is almost a fatal situation.

It belonged to someone who had just finished provoking on the Internet, and was directly opened the box within a few days.

Da Baa.

If this is the case, then the vest that Ning Feng prepared with great difficulty will be completely useless.

It's over before it starts, just like the love of licking a dog.

After thinking over and over again, Ning Feng didn't think accepting the invitation was a good choice, it would be harmful but not beneficial.

Really a lousy choice.

In turn, it seems tempting to refuse to ignore.

There is no risk of exposure, and there is no need to worry about the other party's purpose.

If you don't want to be strong, as long as I don't ask for something from you, then I won't fall into your trap.

"But, what if the other party just expects me not to accept it?"

Shaking his head, Ning Feng no longer thought about this possibility.

It doesn't make sense, I can't think of it.

How the other party acts and thinks is the other party's freedom, as long as you don't provoke yourself, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Well, it's decided, just ignore it."

Shameful to escape but really useful!

Fiddled with the invitation letter, Ning Feng thought for a while and lifted the coin and put it back inside.

Who says you have to attend when you get an invitation?

Have you ever seen how a goddess does it?

Doesn't it make me look cheap if I agree after asking for a few times?

"Moreover……"

Ning Feng blinked, and said to himself uncertainly:

"what is it?"

When you have time to check the database of the court, the database there seems to be more comprehensive.

Coins were tossed between them, bouncing up and down between knuckle fingers.

"Also, does Sophie's arrival have anything to do with this invitation?"

After making a decision, Ning Feng relaxed, and thought of the point that he had missed before.

I saw Sophie just now, and after a while, I received an invitation from her grandfather...

If this unfolds more subtly, will I be able to see a group of people suppressing Aka when I pass by?

"But it's not right. I'm really not interested in your granddaughter. It's her who plotted against me."

Having said that, it's not so fast, is it?

Maybe it's just a coincidence?

"Speaking of which, I don't know what happened to Shireen and the others?"

Thinking of this, Ning Feng had to admit that he still had some expectations and nervousness in his heart.

Ning Feng raised his thumb, and flicked the two-color coin upwards.

"Black goes to see the situation, and white continues to wait."

Ding.

……

……

Ding.

A ray of golden light flew up in the clean room, then stopped slowly when it hit the ceiling, and then spun down again.

Hey.

The falling gold coin was caught by an old-looking but well-groomed hand, and it was gently placed on the table.

This is an old man.

The face with a white goatee looks old, and only some edges and corners can vaguely see the youthful handsomeness.

The once enviable lush blond hair is now pale and neatly combed back with a special pomade from some animal.

But for such an old man, his eyes are brighter and brighter than many young people, and there is no trace of oldness at all.

He sat securely in front of the desk, with his back straight and his back not leaning against the backrest.

"master."

A respectful voice sounded behind him. Wearing a black butler uniform, the middle-aged butler appeared behind the old man and put a pure black blanket on the old man.

"According to the doctor's instructions, it's time for you to rest."

"……Um."

Without resistance, the old man accepted the butler's advice calmly and put down the quill in his right hand.

Picking up the gold coin, he closed his eyes and stroked the half-figure pattern carved on it, and asked calmly:

"How's the distribution of those invitations going?"

The butler maintained a bowed posture and reported beside the old man:

"All the invitations have been sent out through various means. In half a day, we should be able to receive the reply from the first legend."

After a pause, the butler added:

"Also, Miss Sophie didn't contact that person according to your arrangement, but went to Bencheng to meet that new legend."

"Bancheng? What about the invitation letter for the sword bearer?"

"Miss Sophie has already submitted it to the court according to the procedure, and they promised to hand it over to the sword holder."

His brows moved, but Keynes did not open his eyes, and said in silence for a while:

"Did she have any reason?"

The butler's expression remained unchanged, but with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said:

"As usual, Miss Sophie insisted it was... intuition."

"...Intuition? Forget it, let her go."

Slowly opening his eyes, Keynes's eyes were not only helpless but also agreeing, he just said:

"Go out and let me rest for a while."

Without answering, the butler just bowed slightly, and disappeared into the room without a sound, just as silently as when he came.

In the quiet room, the old man raised his head and quietly looked at a painting hanging on the wall.

It was a woman wearing a veil, whose face could not be seen clearly, but her eyes.

Keynes stared at the oil painting he had drawn himself, sighed, and whispered:

"……grown ups."

……

……

"Thank you for your interview, and I will bid farewell today."

Sophie bowed respectfully to the serious Shireen.

"Ah."

Putting the invitation letter on the table, Shirene nodded lightly, not wanting to keep Sophie who was no longer worth asking.

"As for this invitation, I will seriously consider it."

Relieved, Sophie gracefully turned and walked out.

Walking in the corridor, Sophie felt a little annoyed inwardly, a little unwilling to accept her previous gaffe.

"Although the mission has been accomplished, I didn't even ask her name..."

What a shameful gaffe.

"It's too late to go back now, next time."

At the end of the corridor, the door opened automatically before Sophie raised her hand, and a figure walked in, and the two almost collided.

"Shireen, I'm coming...huh?"