Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 350 Prince of the Abyss
"Drug trafficking is so hated by people, public opinion is completely one-sided, and those politicians will only quickly distance themselves from it.

There are many people watching their positions, and if someone makes a mistake, they will be replaced immediately. "

Holding her waist, Ren whispered in Kesha's ear.

The power structure of this world is a bit special. Just because an extraordinary person can fight well does not mean he is good at management and governance.

Therefore, many civil servants, administrative talents, management talents, etc. are generally not very strong in their own strength, but they are often some related households.

For example, in an aristocratic family, the head of the family may not necessarily be the strongest, nor may he have the greatest power, but he must be very good at management and management.

And powerful extraordinary people are often the background and support of a family or a force, and they have greater power, but they may not directly manage the family.

Because the mighty power belongs to himself, even if the transcendent is not the head of the family, he is not so afraid of being ostracized by the clansmen.

By analogy, this relationship is like a chairman and a professional manager.

Ryan handed over Thorn Security Company to Sig and Jenny to manage them. As long as he is strong enough, he doesn't worry about being turned into a customer.

Keisha didn't answer, but just moved her body and leaned lazily in his arms, feeling the sound of his heart beating.

Gradually, she fell asleep. In her sleep, she was very beautiful, with a peaceful smile on her lips. Ren stared at her beautiful face close at hand, and couldn't help being intoxicated by it.

Soon, two days later, after participating in the Dawn Club's activities, he will take her on a trip together, and become her man in the way of the Norcman Empire.

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The world doesn't revolve around anyone, a certain matter has been dealt with in a low-key manner, but until now, it has finally been noticed by people.

"In fact, history is never just history, history is a reality that has been vivid, it is not only the coordinates of the past, but also the direction of the future.

The reason why we read the past is not because we like to think about dead things, but because people in the past were as excited, depressed, sad, and joyful as us... because they have a relationship with us that is connected by fate. "

In the secluded garden of Buchen City, Belfort District, a silver-haired young man stood under a flower stand covered with wisteria, holding a book and reciting.

The sun shone on his long flowing silver hair, and his plump and handsome face looked a little unreal.

"Master Alves, it has been confirmed that Duke Frank and Marquis Crow have returned to the embrace of the Dark Mother."

Marquis Gary, who was wearing a black tuxedo, rushed into the garden, bowed slightly to the silver-haired young man, and spoke quickly.

Alves frowned, closed the book in his hand, thought for a while and said, "In other words, they failed to pass the news to Prince Miro."

"Maybe it's leaked, we must take action." Marquis Gary said with a serious expression.

"Do you know the cause of their death?" Alves asked.

Marquis Gary frowned, lowered his head and said with a bit of self-reproach: "This subordinate is incompetent and has not heard any useful information. Do you need to send someone there again?"

He was a little puzzled, how could he die so quietly with Clow's illusion ability and Frank's powerful strength.

"No, I got a summons and the plan has been changed." Alves shook his head and put down his book.

He didn't want to get too involved in these things, but he was in the middle of the game and it was a troubled time, so he didn't have much choice.

"I'm going out for a while, don't act rashly, everything will be as usual." After ordering, Alves walked out of the garden step by step.

Marquis Gary was startled, and just as he was about to say something, Alves had disappeared before his eyes like a phantom, leaving only a book on the stone table.

After a long silence, he picked up the "Afterglow of History", and Marquis Gary sighed: "The world is vast, the years are long, and we are so small.

There is no life that is not a miracle, but we are always struggling between destruction and being destroyed. "

He knew that Alves didn't have any ambitions, and he didn't like to kill. He just wanted to live a simple and ordinary life.

If he was just an ordinary Duke of the Demon Race, he might be able to live in seclusion, but as the "Prince of the Abyss", Alves has received too much attention and expectation from the monarch.

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This is a grassland on the eastern border of Faroland. Due to its remote location and sparsely populated, only some herdsmen raise cattle and sheep here.

A not-so-spacious asphalt road runs through it, as if extending to the end of the sky, and the fiery red sunset glows on the horizon.

On both sides of the road, bermudagrass, zoysia, and teff are green, and a slender figure walks on the grassland.

His speed was very fast, as if he had merged into the breeze, afterimages flashed away like ghosts.

Finally, he stopped in front of a deserted tent skeleton, and his long silver hair fluttered down.

"Nicole, long time no see." Alves' voice was magnetic, like an ancient ballad, giving people a sense of vicissitudes.

In front of him stood a tall and beautiful woman with a delicate face and brown-red hair.

"I thought you wouldn't come." Scarlet Grand Duke Terena Nicole stared at him and said slowly.

Her voice was like cold rain falling in winter, exactly the same as her noble and glamorous temperament.

Alves shook his head slightly and said, "Nicole, I'm sorry, I'm late.

It has been many years, and you are still dressed like an ancient blood race woman. I suggest you change to a different look, which is not conducive to hiding your identity. "

Terena was wearing a tight black leather jacket and a pure black leather cloak, her whole body bloomed like a black rose.

The long hem of the cloak flutters with the wind, and the faintly visible figure is well-proportioned, curvaceously written.

She is beautiful, reaching a height that is difficult for ordinary humans to reach, because this is not simply an advantage of appearance.

This is a kind of accumulation that has existed for thousands of years and has been active for hundreds of years. It is a deadly elegance bred over a long period of time.

"I'm afraid it's been too long, otherwise, the queen won't recognize me when she returns." Terena murmured softly, parting her red lips slightly.

Alves remained silent. He had known Nicole many years ago, and he had also seen the magnificent Bloody Queen.

But more than 500 years ago, the supreme imprint belonging to the queen was dimmed, and it has not been restored to its original state. It is only known that she did not fall, but just disappeared, but no one knows what happened.

"Can you summon the queen back?" Alves asked, she was once the queen's maid, maybe there is a way.

Terena replied blankly; "No, I'm waiting."

Alves didn't ask any more questions, he stretched out his palm, and a white flame-shaped jade pendant twirled gently.

"Then I can only wake up another supreme majesty."

(End of this chapter)