Hotel on the mountain

In the opening event of the second day of the Pandora Conference, Daora once again found that the monsters on the field were a little inactive, and they always started to attack after being injured. He caught this unusual phenomenon and watched the opening activities on the third day with a questioning attitude. When he found that the opening activities on the third day were also the same, he felt that his monster must have been messed up. Dirty little moves.

Daora, who has brought the Wood family to a higher level by relying on the Pandora Conference, will not let others run wild on his territory.

The man nicknamed the Beast Tamer was tied to an iron pillar. There was a fire under the iron pillar. A torch was thrown in with a bang, lighting the oiled fire.

The trainer was naked and restrained, his face pressed against the iron pillar, along with his torso, arms, and thighs. He hugged the pillar, feeling like he was embracing a slowly heating stove.

"Tal, you will feel a little comfortable next. This comfortable process will allow you to slowly accept the change in temperature, but your skin will not lie to you. After you feel comfortable, you will find that your skin emits a toasty glow. The burning smell will follow and you will start to cry out in pain. Of course, you may not survive that time.

Well, Tal, maybe you'd like to tell me something during this time. "

Daora Wood's gray hair at the temples was neatly combed back. He smoked a pipe and wiped the hand that had just thrown the torch clean with a handkerchief. He exhaled and quietly waited for the nickname "Tame". The beast master, whose real name is Tal, spoke.

"I don't know! I don't know! Sir, I really don't know what you want to ask!" Tal began to struggle fiercely on the iron pillar. He felt that the temperature of the pillar was rising, but his whole body was restrained. Live and find it difficult to move.

"Tal, you have been working with me since the beginning of the Colosseum. Is it because the money I gave you is too little?" Daora took out a bag from his arms and poured the contents into his hand. , that is a gem.

"Your wife is so eager to sell the stolen goods. Doesn't she know that if I ask casually, the pawnshops under her will report the information?"

The lighting in the dungeon was very dim, and Daora's wrinkles were etched on her face, sunburned like a hell dog by the half-shielded candlelight.

Tal roared excitedly: "It's Sander Hill! It was someone who worked for the Hill family who came to me! I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry, please spare me..."

Daora waved his hand, and his men opened the door of the dungeon, and all of them walked out, leaving this man howling in the dungeon. And the heat of the fire will eventually close his mouth.

In the west room on the fourth floor of the Colosseum, Gilder, with a soft face, asked Sander, who was immersed in the gambling game: "Sander, you still have a chance to regret it now."

"My dear, it's too late." After reading the manual on the table, Sander casually placed a huge amount of chips on the object he wanted to bet on, and then he raised his head and looked at Gilder, "I've already Everything is deployed, there is no turning back.”

"Just those people flown in by Alpo?"

"He is a capable businessman and knows where to place the soldiers we selected. Now, many of the defense systems in Zali City have our people. As long as we give the order -" Sander's hand gently With one wave, "Zali's city will sink to the bottom."

"I don't quite believe him."

"Dear, although he is from the Hebrew Empire, you have to know that businessmen are all profit-seeking. What we want to do is to deal with the Wood family. He is happy to help us, just like we are also very happy. I'm willing to take him to Pandora for fun - I don't believe in him, I just believe that there is no room for weirdness in this matter."

"It will start a civil war." Gilder's tone was full of worry.

"If we must choose one side to perish, it must not be us." Sander walked into the house from the balcony, gently hugged Kilder, and gently rested his chin on Kilder's shoulder.

"What about Albo Fei?" Gilder is always worried about having a foreign businessman with whom he has only been around for a short time.

"Have you forgotten? This room belongs to us. Of course he is going to live in the city." Sander said with a wicked smile and picked up Gilder. He was about to put the latter on the bed. There was a knock on the door of the room.

Kilder got up from the bed, went to open the door, and found that standing outside the door was Daora Wood, the patriarch of the Wood family.

"Did you have fun? Xander." Daora walked in directly from outside the house, and his guards guarded the door.

Sander Hill found a chair and sat down, leaned on the back of the chair, and said softly: "Of course, I won a lot of money. What can I do?"

"Yes, yes, yes, how could you not win money?" Daola pulled a chair over and sat face to face with Sander. His relatively plump body moved on the chair for a while before continuing, "I tortured a person today and learned some secrets from his mouth, about some of your little moves. Sander, maybe you can tell me personally, what did you do when you came to my place?"

Sander Hill's expression remained unchanged: "What do you mean?"

"You are such a villain, Xander. I know you are dissatisfied with me, but I didn't expect you to do such a despicable thing - fairness and justice are lost in your aristocratic code, right? Along with your ancestors Throw away the inherited wisdom and courage?" Daola stretched out his finger and yelled at Sander——

"No one! Can be on my territory! Endanger my rights! No one! Including you."

Sander laughed, he held his forehead and laughed, then he stood up with a serious face: "Who do you think you are? A lecherous old man who lives by the most despicable business in the world and destroys countless families. , you have collected a lot of ill-gotten gains, you have the nerve to accuse me?"

Daora's pipe was held tightly in his hand.

"I tell you, Daora, if you hand over the psychic control medium, I won't do anything. Your city will be spared from the war, and your life will be safe." Sander's hand moved naturally. Standing on both sides, they were not afraid to look into each other's eyes, their swords at war.

Daora laughed contemptuously: "Just you? Just your unsavory trick of drugging monsters to control gambling games? You must be only three years old, right?"

"What did you say?" Xander couldn't understand.

"I said -" Daola stood up with a majestic air, "For the sake of your ancestors, I allow you to escape back to your territory now, and then you can wait for your successor to take over."

"Daola, you forced me." Sander Hill's gray-white spiritual energy hovered in his hand. He flicked his arm outward, and the thick spiritual energy flew towards the balcony, in the clear sky. , exploded into fireworks.