The moment he heard this sound, Abbott's body suddenly tensed, and his seemingly old body made a pose as if he was about to hunt, with a cold expression and murderous aura. However, there was a flash of guilt and panic in his eyes, as if he was worried about being discovered.

"Don't worry, it's me."

It seemed that he felt the unconcealed hostility that Abbott exuded. In order not to stimulate the other party, he made some stupid moves, the dark voice came out again, but this time it was a little more real than before, without the hoarse and dry feeling like a mechanical astringency.

Hearing this, Abbott's tense body slowly relaxed, his face relaxed a lot, and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, if anyone could see the musculoskeletal and blood flowing under Abbott's robe, he would know that Abbott did not really relax his guard.

Pick.

The power switch arranged on the wall closed and the lights in the house suddenly turned on.

The light white but slightly yellowish, the cold but warm light filled the entire room in an instant, showing the scene in front of the two people clearly.

The spacious and simple bedroom has no extra decoration. One is small but extremely exquisite. At first glance, it is the wooden bed of a famous artist leaning against the left wall at the entrance.

Next to the wall on one side of the door is a huge wood-colored wardrobe.

The bedroom is large, so the access is not narrow. Not far from the door, there is also a simple coat rack.

At the end of the bedroom, there is also a bookshelves filled with various books and materials, and a desk for the speaker to read in office.

Although these two things look extremely simple, from the oily texture and the extremely simple and beautiful design, we know that these two things are not as simple as they look.

Scattered books were placed on the desk, and round-bellied mahogany pens with pen caps closed were placed around them. From these places, you could vaguely see Abbott leaning over to work hard in front of the table.

However, Abbott was not in a hurry to return to the seat that belonged to him.

Because there was an unexpected visitor on the seat at this time, an old man with a hooked nose and a bit sinister face.

He was wearing a solemn and solemn black tuxedo, and his figure was not very tall, but unexpectedly gave people a sense of stability.

If anyone could see Abbott meeting this person, he would definitely scream in surprise.

After all, being able to see these two life-and-death enemies who should have been drawn at this place and at this time, the shock of this unreasonable conflict and the fear of the facts that are hard to think about are enough to shock anyone who knows it.

Because he is one of the three major families in Dilno City, Gallup Tilros, the contemporary patriarch of the Tilros family, and is also one of the existences who planned the death of Dils Augustus in the first place.

According to common sense, the two should not have such late-night meetings, because no matter whether Abbott is loyal to Deers, Dalton, or the entire Augustus family, he should be in the same position as the other party.

After all, what the other party did was digging for the foundation of the Augustus family.

However, the development of facts did not proceed as common sense.

Abbott, who recognized the person, looked as if he was a little unswerving, but he did not rush to speak.

Seeing this, Gallup stood up and greeted with a smile.

"Long time no see, my friend."

This extremely sincere and enthusiastic smile could not help but dilute the first impression of his face and relieve the sinister intimidation.

However, Abbott seemed to have tasted something difficult to swallow for the other party's enthusiasm, and saw the worst expression, and said in a plain and even somewhat unwelcome tone.

"Why are you here?"

"The plan is about to end, and this grand performance is about to reach its climax. How can I not come at this critical moment?"

Hearing this, Abbott's face became worse. A trace of shame and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, narrowing as if he was unintentionally, looking at Gallup.

"I'm afraid not only that. If it were just that, Mr. Gallup wouldn't have taken such a big risk to come to the Augustus family."

When Gallup heard Abbott's somewhat unkind tone, he just smiled.

"Of course, I hope you can help me control the entire Augustus family."

"Impossible, we said at the beginning that I will help you find that thing, but you must give up attacking the Augustus family."

Looking at Abbott, who was angry as if he was angry, as if he was being irritated, Gallup suddenly laughed, with an indescribable mockery in his tone.

"Abbott, you have been with the Augustus family for so many years. Have you not understood these things yet?"

"It's already reached this point. Do you think you still have a choice?"

Gallup's slender eyes raised slightly, with a little contempt.

He did not say anything extra, nor did he make any threatening means. He just took a sudden step, walked from the desk to Abbott, and looked directly into Abbott's eyes.

Gallup was interested in circles in front of Abbott, his steps were neither too fast nor too slow, as if he was taking a leisurely walk after a meal.

However, the sound of footsteps seemed to be stepping on his heart, causing his heart to beating violently.

Abbott's narrow eyes suddenly opened, and his sharp eyes as sharp as a sword light hit Gallup's narrow eyes, his eyes full of burning anger.

Gallup, who had just walked around in front of Abbott, chuckled and looked at Abbott without hesitation, with deep eyes, like a bottomless deep pool.

"What do you want."

After a while, Abbott finally curled his sharp gaze, lowered his head slightly, and asked with some fatigue.

"It's very simple. Dalton was a serious injury. After drinking the potion you added to him for so long, it probably took a few days."

"Dalton probably felt that his death was approaching, so he has been putting pressure on you so urgently recently to seek the backup that Deers left behind, the transferred family background."

"How do you know?"

Abbottben had already accepted his fate and listened to Gallup's words, without any intention of speaking, but after hearing the key points, he was still a little surprised.

After all, the name Deers is a taboo in today's family. The old ones dare not mention it, and the young ones don't know it.

The fact that Dalton was seeking a backhand for Deers was even more secret. There were only a handful of people who knew about it, and they were basically all trustworthy.

But even so, Gallup Tilros had already learned of the news shortly after this incident, and what contained it had to be thought about.

However, Gallup did not answer his meaning. He just glanced at the other party and continued without stopping.

Abbott felt annoyed and wanted to say something, but the next moment he came to his senses. Now, what qualifications are there to get angry like this?

Those who betrayed the family should certainly be cut into pieces, but what is the best for him?

So, his face changed for a few moments, and then became silent.

Seeing Abbott stop speaking as if he surrendered, Gallup's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and then continued to speak.

"Although I don't know exactly whether the Austin group will come back before Dalton dies or after death, it doesn't matter. If they come back early, you will lead both sides to fight and lose both sides. If they come back late, you will help them openly, but actually help me plunder the property of the Augustus family."

"By the way, I'll give you this thing."

Gallup looked at Abbott who had no response, and there was no unswerving look on his face.

He reached into the pocket of the tuxedo and took out a ball that seemed to be engraved with dense and complex magic patterns.

"What's this?"

Abbott asked in confusion.

His expression was much calmer than before, but his tone was still cold.

"This thing is considered a contact tool. Although it can only pass dozens of words at a time, and the remaining usage is not many, it is enough."

A look of fleshy pain flashed in Gallup's eyes, and he seemed a little reluctant to leave.

This surprised Abbott. After all, as the patriarch of the Tilros family, one of the three major families in Dilno City, an earl who is also a high-ranking person in the empire, has never seen or heard of anything.

But even so, the other party showed a painful look when giving this thing. Based on this alone, Abbott knew that this thing was not simple.

So, he swallowed the words that had not been asked yet, and did not have a stupid choice to question whether this little thing could pass through the magic circle in the Augustus family, but instead took them directly.

Seeing this, although he still felt a little painful, Gallup nodded with satisfaction.

Although this [Transmission Magic Ball] is a magical instrument from the last era obtained from the ruins, if it cannot be parsed and replicated, there is only one way to use it.

This kind of consumable with huge value is a rare treasure even for the Earl family.

After all, this thing can be compared with some golden magic tools under specific circumstances. Gallup couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

However, as long as the goal can be achieved, no matter how much effort is, it will be rewarded.

Thinking of the beautiful scene after the plan was successful, Gallup couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment and showed a look of yearning.

"Okay, everything goes according to the previous plan."

"You don't need to contact me if you are not a key message. After all, this thing has a limit on the number of times you use it."

Gallup reminded Abbott, and Abbott just nodded indifferently, without any extra words.

The next moment, Gallup, wearing a black tuxedo, turned into a phantom as if shrouded in shadows, disappeared in front of Abbott without attracting anyone's attention.

Not only people, but also the magic circles that guard the entire Augustus family did not react at all.

It seems that no outsiders disappeared from under its nose before.

After seeing Gallup disappear, Abbott's eyes gradually became warm, no longer the numb pupils that looked like a dead person before.

He stood there for a long time, and finally, he sighed suddenly, walked towards the desk, and packed up the books, straw paper and pens scattered on the desk.

The cool silver-white moonlight shines through the windows, mixing with the lights that have not been closed, illuminating a shadow.

The shadow of the desk and bookshelf quietly appeared in the corner as always.

However, next to this still shadow, the usually straight figure was a little curved at this time, as if it had grown a lot aged in an instant, with a hunchback.

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To be continued...