Wizard God Seat

Ailan drank the red wine on the table glass after glass, but no matter how he drank, he could not quench the fear in his heart. Since a month ago, Ailan learned that his half-brother not only He didn't die, but gained even more powerful power. After returning to the Holy Sword Empire again, he fell into endless alcoholism.

The delicate mustache that was originally taken care of has become very disorganized, and his face has become very ugly. The whole person looks extremely decadent. It does not look like a twenty-seven-year-old person at all, but like a thirty or forty. Old middle-aged people are average, with a trace of twilight.

The red wine quickly bottomed out, looking at the empty bottle, Ailan threw the bottle in his hand suddenly and smashed it to the ground.

Looking at the maids around him who dared not come close, Ailan roared: "Get in here. Am I so scary? Or you dare not listen to my orders now!"

With a roar, Ailan seemed to have consumed all his strength and courage. He sat down on the chair and muttered to himself like a demon: "I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't. All that was done was the **** Lancer. If he hadn’t confuse me, I wouldn’t... I would not kill my father, and that **** Al would not bother me, even Grant. The manor is probably mine, **** Lancer, damn, damn!"

"If you really hate Lancer so much, then I will give you a chance to kill him."

For more than ten years, the sound like a nightmare sounded again. Ailan's eyes widened, and the panic in his heart almost reached the climax. He slowly turned his head and saw that his appearance has not changed in the past ten years, just like a dozen. A year ago, Al, who looked much younger than he looked, just like seeing a demon crawling out of hell, fell directly from the chair, and looked at Al in disbelief. Walked by himself, crawling slowly towards the back.

"You, don't come here, you evil wizard, this is the City of Angels, and there is a church near my house. If you don't leave, the priests and paladins in the church will come over."

Looking at Ailan, who was full of fear, Al smiled slightly and said, "You are those gods who will come over. Could anyone tell them about it?"

"My maid and guard, they must have passed away long ago. If you don't leave, you really can't leave."

Hearing this, Al pointed to the maids and guards who had fallen on the ground, and said, "Are you talking about them? It seems that they can't hear your orders now."

Turning his head, Ailan looked at the maids and guards who were all lying on the ground, and Caesar who was knocking out the last guard with a punch, showing a trace of despair on his face.

"Al, Al, no, brother, please, please, please don't kill me, for the sake of father's face, father must not want you to kill me, he must not want to."

If Al was able to endure the hatred in his heart just now, then now that I heard Ailan mentioned their father John, the anger in Al’s heart could no longer be endured, but unlike most people, Ai The more anger in your heart, the more calm he appeared.

With a light wave of his hand, Ai Lan immediately looked like a rag doll, and the whole person flew directly up and hit the ceiling, and then fell from the ceiling again and fell heavily to the ground.

If it hadn’t been for Ailan who had spent a lot of money to buy himself an extraordinary blood and forcibly promoted himself to the level of a bloodline knight, then the one shot just now was enough to cause Ailan to be hit hard, and even so, the one just now The impact caused Ailan to complain endlessly. Her body was blue and purple, and her bones were almost broken.

At this time, Al looked at Ailan and said word by word: "You are not qualified to mention your father. If you are letting me hear you mention your father, don't blame me for pinching you to death."

Ailan is not a dumb person. At this moment, Al’s tone of speech doesn’t seem like he is really going to kill him. Thinking of this, Ailan’s eyes light up, and he says, "Al... Ai Sir, I will listen to you, and beg you not to kill me or kill me."

"It's okay if you don't kill you... but you have to do something for me."

When he heard the first half of the sentence, Alan’s face immediately showed a hint of ecstasy, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he immediately cautiously asked: "Master Al, you let me What is the matter? I don’t know, I don’t know if you can tell me?"

With a trace of disgust in his eyes, Al looked at Ailan, and he couldn't see the shadow of his father John at all. This was not about looks, but whether Ailan had the inheritance of his father John's will and temperament.

"Lancer, and Kosses, both of them are going to die, so I need you to bring them over and bring them to your house. You don't need to take care of the rest."

Hearing this, Ailan's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he said, "Master Al, I can't see Lanser at all now, let alone Kosses, I can't reach them at all."

"It doesn't matter if you can see me, anyway, this is your task~www.readwn.com~If it can't be completed, then..."

As soon as the voice fell, Al suddenly stretched out a faint red flash of dark smoke, entangled in Ailan's neck, and then slowly hid under Ailan's skin, like a entangled neck. Hair is average.

Reaching out and grabbing his neck, Alan looked at Al in horror, and begged: "Don't kill me. I really can't find them. They are all senior figures in the church. I can't see them."

"I said, I don't care if you can or not. If you don't find them before tomorrow, then you can only die by my witchcraft."

After that, Al and Caesar turned into an afterimage and disappeared in front of Ailan without a trace.

Kneeling on the ground, Ailan waited for a long time, until after almost an hour, Ailan finally got up from the ground, but because of kneeling for too long, even as a first-level blood knight, he is still He staggered before stopping.

Taking a deep breath, Ailan ignored the maids and guards who fainted on the ground. He directly washed his face, put on his clothes, and immediately ran towards the Angel Cathedral in the center of the City of Angels.