Chapter 529

After the waiter left, zorg shook a glass of water for himself. His damn hands were still shaking, but food would help him get relief - so would liquor.

After a sip of water, he raised the glass of cognac again, but had to hold it steady with both hands.

Zorg then took a sip and a warm current flowed through his stomach.

That's much better.

He put down his heavy glass, and the stiffness in his wrist gradually subsided.

Suddenly, he found a mark, a spot on the white tablecloth between his hands.

Then another one appeared next to it.

It's a little blood.

His nose, his damn nose is bleeding!

Zorg immediately picked up a paper towel and wiped it, hoping that no one would notice, and then covered the blood with a water jar.

Damn psionic communication caused him a lot of damage.

Zorg took another sip of cognac and enjoyed the burning feeling of the liquor. He looked back at the mirror behind the box. He felt that the guard might rush into the tavern door at any time.

Mirror——

Oh, what a fool! Nervousness made him careless!

He was surrounded by mirrors, cups and smooth gold-plated surfaces!

The burning pain penetrated his head again.

"No! No!"

A stream of blood gushed from his right nostril and dropped on the white tablecloth along his lips and chin.

"Please!"

The mirror above the chair back of the box was covered with frost, as if the indoor temperature had dropped by 40 degrees.

Zorg refused to look directly at the mirror, even though a force was trying to lift his face.

"No! Not now! Master!"

He forced himself to look down at the table, stare at the drink in his hand, hold the glass tightly, and his trembling hands made the soft surface of cognac ripple.

Then he turned to stare at the constellation like dark red blood on the tablecloth, which could not be hidden no matter how skillfully he placed the cups and cans.

In the latest spot, the blood had not completely penetrated into the tablecloth, so he saw a gradually forming reflection on the smooth droplet: a helmet covered with a top decoration.

Zorg groaned, and the Cognac in the cup stopped rippling and completely stood still.

The glass became cold, and the reflection of the helmet appeared in the Cognac.

"Oh, my God --"

Zorg groaned again and closed his eyes.

"Master -"

There was a silence, not a sound except for a quick breath.

"Servant."

This voice is not as cold and sharp as ordinary sub space communication. It is as dark and thick as ebony.

Zorg opened his eyes.

The whole tavern stopped. The candles were frozen in the air, emitting a cold blue light. The light was reflected on candlesticks, wall lamps, decorations, mirrors and rows of clean wine glasses. The sunlight put into the tavern through the gorgeous window lattice was also dyed blue, as if it was mixed with diluted ink.

He could see the waiter at the far end of the room standing still, half done, his words were not finished, and ghostly bubbles were suspended in the blue air above the table.

I don't know when a giant has stood at the table. His strange helmet and armor full of spells make him look very mysterious, like a haggard ghost or a wizard in a cloak.

This is his master, the third man of the Black Legion, Iskandar Kayan.

"Oh, master."

Zorg muttered, startled by his own voice.

"You are welcome."

Kayan raised his hand, untied his helmet and put the exquisitely carved helmet next to the blood on the linen tablecloth.

His amber face was reflected into light blue by the psionic light, his thin cheeks were angular, two scars were crisscrossed on his head without any hair, a rune was printed on his forehead, and his dark eyes had far more intelligence than ordinary people.

He sat slowly on the box seat opposite zorg, with almost absurd dignity in his actions.

Astat's body is out of place in this human space. The skeleton of his arms and legs is too slender. Squeezing in this seat makes him look thin and weak, like a teenager.

Normally, his ass can break the chair apart.

But in fact, none. All zorg could speculate that what appeared in front of him was only an illusion.

After sitting down, Kayan put his hands on the tablecloth, palms down - even after sitting down, he was much taller than zorg.

"This time."

Kayan said in his dulcimer like tone:

"Did you investigate those things?"

"I'm investigating."

Zorg hesitated for three seconds and replied in a low voice.

"But to investigate an astat regiment -"

He swallowed, hoping that there was no damn reflection in the glass so that he could drink the wine in one gulp.

"I'm not here to hear you complain, servant."

"Master, I just want to remind... That this communication may be found, which puts us all in great danger."

"I agree that every minute of this conversation makes your situation more critical, but the risk is worth taking, and no one will notice it in eight minutes."

Kayan stared into zorg's eyes and said seriously:

"So where are the disappeared soul drinkers?"

"I have infiltrated several key departments of Nathan IV. according to the information I have received so far, the number of star knights is abnormal, but I have no direct evidence to prove that these abnormal changes in the number are related to soul drinkers. I still need time."

Cajan looked at him, but zorg could feel that the other party's eyes were not on him.

His master is thinking.

About ten seconds later, Kayan spoke again.

"You have been here for too long. Take advantage of the aftertaste of this communication to get out. Don't stay here, find a safe place, continue this task and find key evidence."

"But master -"

He didn't get a response. Kayan has disappeared.

Zorg looked around, time was still frozen, and the waiter's dialogue had not been restarted.

There is a faint blue in the light, but it won't last long.

Zorg felt itching in his ears, and a warm current surged across his spine. He could hear the sound returning gradually, as if from a distance.

In just ten seconds, the aftertaste will disappear.

He looked at the table, at the blood drops on the tablecloth, and those reflections finally disappeared.

With an angry groan, zorg drank the cognac, grabbed the package and left the hotel before the blue light gave way to the noisy reality.

At the same time, in a room deep in the fortress of the star Knight monastery, Talos, who took off his armor and leaned against the bed to close his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes.

"-- it was him, Iskandar Kayan."

Talos muttered to himself, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.