Chapter 233

The Kadir family.

"What? Donne asked to see you?"

Frank thought he heard wrong.

Charles and Morton looked at each other, their faces slightly heavy.

After pondering for a moment, Frank said, "let him in. I'll see what the child wants to say."

After the housekeeper left, Frank said in a deep voice, "didn't Donne go back to Ellington? How can he still be in arlinks?"

Charles frowned: "unless he has any means to get between Ellington and Alex quickly."

"Teleportation!"

Morton's eyes lit up: "Donne is a wild mage. He may have mastered teleportation!"

"Teleportation is a fifth level magic. If you master teleportation, doesn't it mean that Donne may be a master level magician? Can a master level wild mage be a wild mage?"

Master level mages may not have mastered the fifth level spells, but master level mages must have mastered the fifth level spells, so frank was so rude.

Charles's face was very bad. If Donne was really a master level wild mage, it was almost 100% certain that he was definitely the black hand in the noble Council that day.

What's worse, master level magicians are famous even in the silver city, let alone outside.

You should know that not only the Ilus Empire, but also other countries in prandal are eager for the participation of magicians. Magicians who do not join the silver city are rare, and even fewer are powerful.

Donne's position in Ilus probably stems from the strength of his master level wild mage, so victor will spare no effort to support him!

Frank felt he saw the truth.

The knock on the door sounded, and the three people in the room put away their uncertain expressions and recovered their indifferent look.

"Come in."

"Yo, it's all there."

Donne looked at Morton curiously. He had never seen the second son of the cadier family before. After glancing at him, Donne lost interest and focused on frank, the squint monster.

Frank said slowly, "Baron Donne, didn't anyone teach you to keep enough respect in front of a Duke?"

"Respect? I already have, or I'll sit on the table when I come in."

Donne waved his hand in disapproval: "I have something to say to you, not to talk."

"Yes? What will happen to you?"

Charles sneered: "where did you get an IOU from our cadier family?"

"I'd like to, but it's a pity not."

Donne looked regretful: "if I get more, I'll get rich directly."

Charles was furious: "presumptuous! Last time the Grand Duke of oberli and the Grand Duke of Adrian supported you. Who gave you the confidence to be presumptuous when you came alone this time?"

Morton glanced at his brother and lowered his head a little feebly.

Who gave him the confidence to be presumptuous? Didn't we just infer that he is a master level magician

Does a master level mage still lack this confidence

"Wrong, wrong."

Donne shook his head. "First, I didn't come alone, van Clive."

"Boss."

Van Clive emerged silently from the shadow next to him.

Charles was shocked to see van Clive, but years of training made him well control the expression on his face.

Frank has a better control over his emotions. After all, he is an old goblin who has been in politics for many years. There is still some self-restraint.

"Oh? Baron Donne, did you come to see me with an assassin to threaten the Duke?"

Political veterans will do this. No matter what the real situation is, buckle their hats on each other first.

"Don't hurry to button my hat."

Donne curled his lips and sneered, "I let him out just to let you know that there are some things we all know, van Clive."

Van Clive did not even look at Charles and them, lowered his head, distorted his figure for a while, and disappeared again.

"Second, about my confidence..."

Donne stepped forward, looked at them playfully and said, "don't you think I need to find something else to deal with you?"

The oppressive atmosphere made everyone silent.

The incense in the censer "Zizi" sounded, and the light smoke shrouded Frank's body, making people unable to see the change of his expression.

"Ha ha..."

Frank burst out laughing. "Baron Donne is really joking. Come and give me a seat!"

"No, I'll bring my own seat."

With a snap of his fingers, Donne appeared a leisure chair he had pinched out with alchemy in his spare time, and then sat down smartly opposite Frank. At the same time, the mage's hand was holding a hot teapot and had poured tea. He looked relaxed, not to mention how comfortable it was.

Charles looked at Donne's ring with a little jealousy.

Space equipment

Even there are few cadil families. It's a heinous waste for this guy to install seats with such precious space equipment!

Frank didn't react much. The ring he was wearing was also space equipment, and the quality was not bad.

Although space equipment is scarce, it is something in the magic field after all. There are still many space equipment in the group of magicians.

It's just

Frank's eyes fell on the teacup Donne was carrying.

It's nothing to install seats and tea sets with space equipment, but

What bothered Frank was the tea in the teacup.

The tea is golden in color, but it is very clear and emits an attractive fragrance. Just smelling the aroma, his aging body seems to have awakened its potential. In his hungry body, every cell is desperately absorbing that trace of aroma, as if there is any power in it.

what is it?

Watching Donne drinking the mysterious golden tea, Frank pressed down his curious words. He knew he couldn't ask, shouldn't ask, and he didn't dare to ask.

Obviously, it was a very happy feeling that made him want to moan, but Frank felt afraid.

He knew he was old, but the power contained in the aroma seemed to make him rejuvenate and rejuvenate.

It is a very intoxicating and even addictive feeling, full of fatal temptation.

As an extremely rational man, he also hides another force in his body, but he instinctively fears this sense of out of control.

Eager, but afraid, the contradictory mood made Frank's heart painful.

He was afraid to know the truth.

That would make him desperate.

What makes people rejuvenate, why don't you dare to ask? Why are you afraid to know?

Because he has made a choice for his life, and now he has no choice.

If we let him know that in addition to the road he has chosen, there is a road that can restore his youth only by drinking tea, he will really fall into despair.

Donne noticed Frank's tangled eyes. "You seem curious about my tea? Would you like a cup?"

Frank opened his mouth, then closed his eyes in great pain, shook his head and said, "No."

Donne smiled brightly, "well, I'm not going to buy you a drink."

Frank: "

Charles: "

Morton: "

There was silence again in the room, only to hear Donne gently sipping tea.

"All right, stop playing with silence."

After drinking a cup of tea, the comfortable Donne stretched out and broke the silence: "we all know what you have done, and you know what consequences it will have for you if I give it to victor. Everyone is not a fool, so let's make a deal."

Frank squinted and said slowly, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Do you want to play silly with me?"

Tang en curled his mouth and snapped his fingers. The broken body of the poison sickle appeared beside him: "who is he? I don't think I need to introduce him again?"

"Sorry, I don't know him."

Frank shook his head. "Baron Donne, do you have anything else to do?"

"It seems that you don't want to make a deal with me. In that case, I can only go to his majesty victor. I believe he is happy to see me."

Donne didn't talk nonsense to frank, put away the body and chair, got up and left.

The most important thing in negotiation is to take the initiative. He is not stupid, and Frank is not stupid. He pretends to be stupid just to get more initiative, but Donne gets up and prepares to leave without hesitation. Rao is frank, and he is a little depressed.

Because if this matter falls into Victor's hands, it will indeed become a strong evidence for him to deal with the aristocracy, or a reason that the aristocratic Parliament can't refute.

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Donne mused.

He's gambling.

But even if he loses the bet, he can't lose anything, but Frank is different. If he loses the bet, at least he will lose a layer of skin.

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Frank's voice came from behind: "Baron Donne, the weather is good this afternoon. Are you interested in going to the garden with me?"

I won the bet.

Donne at his feet: "I'll see you in the garden."

Then he left.

In the room, Frank's face immediately became gloomy and terrible.

"What did I say before?"

Frank's gloomy eyes stared at Charles and Morton: "don't test Donne until the real results are found out! Now, you sent a poison sickle to assassinate him!"

"Father..."

Charles was in a cold sweat: "before you ordered, they had already set out."

"Are you explaining to me?"

Charles was cold all over.

Morton said hurriedly, "father, you can't blame your brother. It's a thing of the past. Now the most important thing is to find out two things. First, why van Clive, the dead man of our family, will take refuge in Donne. Second, what does Donne really want."

"Good..."

Frank vomited his black breath, leaned back on his chair, and was silent for a moment. Then he said, "I'll negotiate with him later. Charles, the position of acting patriarch is temporarily handed over to Morton. You should reflect on your behavior first."

Morton was overjoyed, and Charles, with a stiff face, bowed his head and said, "yes, father."