"Oh, oh, His Majesty the Emperor of the Delun Empire is here, welcome, welcome!"

The janitor No. 7 raised an arm and greeted Margaret III.

He was so gray that he seemed to have a layer of mucus on his body. He was wet and a polite smile appeared on his sticky face.

"Although it's uninvited, you can do this with your personality."

Margaret III strode into the hall.

Her eyes swept across the hall like a knife.

The janitor No. 7, Qingque, Qiao Xuan, several old eunuchs standing beside him, and Qiao who was "calm and calm".

Finally, her eyes gathered on the gatekeeper No. 7.

His aura, his appearance, his strange skin color, and his vague arrogance and confidence that he is arrogant and does not take anything seriously.

Especially, the vicissitudes and stale atmosphere that has been baptized by a long period of time.

"It seems that an amazing old guy has come to my territory..." Margaret III's words were very boring.

"But, it's a bit sneaky. Joe is my great-grandson. If you see him privately, do you have any shameful things to discuss?" Margaret III strode to the long table beside the window and sat heavily opposite the gatekeeper No. 7.

The janitor No. 7 smiled. He forked a piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth slowly.

"Sneaky? Shameful things?" The janitor No. 7 smiled and shook his head: "This kind of words is not very pleasant...but, considering your knowledge and experience, and your narrow limitations."

The janitor No. 7 shrugged his shoulders, and he chewed the fat, tender and juicy steak, while slowly saying, "How important do you treat the Derren Empire, or, you treat Medland as something important. Because of my appearance, you think, your territory, your interests, your people, your subjects..."

"Those so-called nobles, so-called upper-class people, so-called elites... because of my appearance, you intuitively feel that they may be threatened."

"Even, Qiao Xuan's appearance made you and the people around you feel threatened."

"The emperors from the huge dynasty from the Eastern Lu will naturally make you feel threatened... So, when Qiao is summoned, you can't wait to break in."

"I can understand this behavior... the weak, and those who have no knowledge, always feel that someone will peek at the jingling steel scoundrels in their pockets!"

The words of the janitor No. 7 are equally mean and merciless.

Margaret III smiled. She grabbed a bunch of dark purple translucent crystal grapes in nowhere, picked two grapes and put them into her mouth.

The sweet juice exploded in his mouth, and Margaret III's eyes lit up and he praised: "It's really good, this is the most delicious grape I've ever eaten."

The janitor No. 7 smiled and nodded: "This is a matter of course. These grapes come from the Holy Land of Al."

Margaret III looked up at the sky.

It is during the day that dark clouds cover the sky. It is impossible to see the moon, and it is even more impossible to see the Holy Land of Al that passes through the surface of the moon from time to time.

Joe walked to Margaret III and stood quietly behind her.

Compared to Qiao Xuan, the grandfather who suddenly appeared, Qiao is naturally closer to Margaret III in terms of psychology and position.

Not to mention, the Shouhong Instinct, the janitor No. 7, who had just emerged, had a malice against him.

The janitor No. 7 looked at Qiao Xuan with interest.

Qiao Xuan's face turned slightly dark and he didn't say anything.

Margaret III put down the grapes in his hand and said in a deep voice: "It's amazing. The so-called astrological masters, so-called astrologers, and so-called religious research scholars in Medland were still arguing about what the little black dot was, and you actually got these things from it..."

"No wonder, you said, we are poor people with only a few steel in their pockets!"

Margaret III frowned, and she sighed: "Indeed, you can take out such a magical potion to solve the biggest problem of soul splitting that Hydra's bloodline faces, allowing me to successfully break through to the eleventh level of divine realm!"

She kept nodding: "Yes, compared to you and the forces you represent, we seem to be a group of poor country bumpkins who have never seen the world."

The gatekeeper No. 7 smiled: "It's nothing strange. When you so-called Medland Glory Year 37, we decided to give up Medland and all the senior management retreated to the East Land, this decided that you who struggled again in the ruins of civilization and rebuild civilization through hardships will not know too much truth."

"The truth?" Margaret III stared at the gatekeeper No. 7 with his eyes: "Including Dabozi and the incomplete sequence potions of other countries?"

The janitor No. 7 forked another steak.

"Of course... where do you think the Three Seas and Seven Veins Cultivation System comes from? Where do you think the breathing method of various bloodline powers comes from? Where do you think the formula of the initial sequence medicine comes from?"

The janitor No. 7 was chewing the steak quickly. He pointed at Margaret III with the knife in his hand.

"Everything comes from us, from truth, from absolute knowledge, from the origin and origin of all things, from Al!"

"I am Al's 33rd level gatekeeper, member No. 7."

“I came on behalf of Al.”

"I'll help you idiots who are immersed in the glory of hypocrisy and small achievements, and solve the trouble you have caused!"

"By the way, clean up some of the rotten and deteriorated parts of Al's body."

The janitor No. 7 put down the knife and fork in his hand.

He held his hands in front of his chest, held the wine glass with the other hand, and poured a large mouthful of wine into his mouth.

"Ayer, the guardian of this world."

"We, from the age of mythology, have directly led to the demise of the age of mythology, we have gone through a long golden age, the silver age, the bronze age, the black iron age... In the end, at the cost of the collapse of the Medland civilization, we will only bring trouble and no need to exist ancient gods..."

"We defeated them, sealed them, and exiled them..."

"Beyond the endless void, they sleep, they are corrupt, and they can no longer cause any trouble to Medland!"

"But, because of your randomness... because of your willful behavior... and some self-righteous ambitions have used some power that they shouldn't have... you have caused trouble."

"Those damn guys are back."

"Then, we can only... save this world again."

The janitor No. 7 nodded to Margaret III and Joe with a reserved attitude: "Do I understand enough? Is it clear enough? Is it shocking enough? Is it grateful enough for you?"

“That’s the truth.”

"Ayer, staying in seclusion behind the scenes, guarding Medland...we are the real guardians of this world!"

"So, you don't need to use your little thoughts to guess what we do."
Chapter completed!