"Tang Ling." Without answering Andrew's question, Alber whispered Tang Ling's name, his slender and white fingers rhythmically knocked on the armrest of the sofa, and sipped the whiskey in the cup.

The firewood in the fireplace was added a little more, and the burning flames accompanied by a strange fragrance made Andrew's forehead feel a little sweaty.

This is his cousin Abbot, a handsome person, elegant manners, outstanding talent, and even top wisdom.

What reason does the Ance family do not choose him as the heir? There are differences between people, and they are different from birth.

Aber's mother's identity is so noble that it is even above the entire No. 17 safety zone. Even the city lord Wolf is afraid that he will be respectful when he sees it.

This is also the confidence that the Ans family dares to "choose", because even if the safety zone No. 17 is subverted and they fail, they will not have nowhere to go, and it is even a better place to go.

In this way, the family still has to rely on Albert and coax Albert. His status is not as good as the head of the family...

But even so, Aber is not a playboy, nor is he domineering. His just right humility is accompanied by the pride and reserve that a noble should have. He has a good reputation and a fierce battle.

Thinking of this, Andrew was a little powerless. He was born very ordinary, his appearance was ordinary, and his talent could only be considered good. All he had was tolerance, caution, perseverance... and Henk.

Henk...

"Andrew." Alber's voice came to his ears, with a slight dissatisfaction.

This dissatisfaction made Andrew's forehead drip instantly. He lowered his head, and had only sat a little bit on the edge of the sofa lean forward, leaning forward a little more.

"Cousin, I'm thinking about problems, so I'm a little immersed."

"What are you thinking about?" Alber stood up, poured a glass of whiskey with the same ice and handed it to Andrew: "Don't be so nervous, we are all from the Ance family."

Andrew took the cup and looked up to Alber's sincere and bright smile, pure golden hair, and handsome face made him look like the Son of the Sun God.

Andrew lowered his head, took a sip of whiskey to suppress his nervousness, and whispered: "I'm wondering, why didn't my cousin kill Tang Ling in the seedling stage."

"I know you're thinking about this." Alber sat down and said, "Your evidence alone is not shocking enough, not explosive enough. Because there are some things you have to look at from another direction."

"Please give me advice, my cousin." Andrew was very confused, but in his heart he had never thought about killing Tang Ling now. After getting the information, he strengthened this idea.

Not only did he not kill him, he also wanted to give Tang Ling a small period of safe time. Nothing would happen, and everything would be extremely smooth.

But Andrew naturally would not say these thoughts, he wanted to be stupid and loyal.

Perhaps it was Andrew's attitude that made Alber very useful. He said directly: "First of all, you must understand that this world is a chaotic world. The so-called chaotic world means that humans are divided and dominate themselves. Due to various obstacles, they cannot even establish basic connections."

"In such an era, various forces are destined to be intertwined, so complex that it is unimaginable."

Speaking of this, Alber looked at Andrew: "We value Tang Ling because he was extremely suspicious and had a head on that list, so our actions towards him will escalate step by step and we will eventually kill him."

"But in contrast, wouldn't other forces notice some of Tang Ling's things? Then their protection for him escalates step by step?"

"The No. 17 safety zone is still under control. But if Tang Ling leaves the No. 17 safety zone, our Ans family cannot afford this consequence."

"I mean, if he is the person he is on a certain list, our Ance family will be destroyed in an instant because Tang Ling is let go."

Speaking of this, Alber's expression became serious, and he had no intention of joking.

"Cousin, do you think Tang Ling will be..." Andrew's expression also became extremely heavy, something he absolutely could not imagine.

"I don't think that if there is any suspicion, I will think of it." Alber drank all the wine in the glass.

"Even if he is killed, it is beyond the scope of our Ance family's ability, will we have to destroy it? Besides, it is really that serious? Your mother..." Andrew frowned. He realized that he knew too little and too little about the world.

"My mother? No, she can do nothing. You should never underestimate this world, let alone be a frog in the well." Alber stood up and slowly walked to the corner of the room.

Here is an ancient phonograph. The copper trumpet has a layer of patina that has only been given by time. Alber cherishes it and then opens the cabinet under the phonograph, which is a neat stack of vinyl records.

These things were also very precious in the previous civilizations. He picked them up and took out a vinyl record from them.

It was his favorite song, which didn't have vinyl records. For the so-called texture, Alber asked his mother to carve him a vinyl record belonging to this song from that place.

Alber gently placed the record on the phonograph, and music with a sense of the times slowly came out of the phonograph.

Alber closed his eyes indulgedly. This is a song that belongs to men, or that men have greater resonance.

It once belonged to a hero, and when you think of the figure of that hero, you can hear the song accompanying him.

This hero is the one whom Alber admires in his heart, and his deeds radiate great light in the times.

But so what? Aber's so-called worship is to transcend him, break him, become him and completely replace him without any reverence.

Andrew lowered his head, but his face showed a slightly disgusting expression. His ears were almost heard in his ears. He thought Aber was having some unrealistic dreams.

"You know everything, just follow what I said. During this period, you just need to stay quietly in the First Preparatory Camp and keep an eye on Tang Ling."

"I said, let him go smoothly. If you have any trouble, you must be responsible for helping him clean up quietly without leaving any trace."

"Also, the person you found will bring me to see me at any time. Well, as soon as possible."

"By the way, go and call Desen. I want him to ask what the council wants. Why haven't you come yet?" said Alber, intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes fell on the huge screen.

At this time, the picture was paused. What you can see is the warehouse area battlefield in the searchlight, which was bombed by bombs. In the corner, in the corner near the crack, a warehouse was also within the range of bombing.

"Yes, cousin. But, I should say to Desen, what do you need?" Andrew showed confusion appropriately.

After all, Desen is Alber's personal assistant. Alber's instructions and needs are numerous and complicated, and it is natural for Andrew to ask such a question.

Alber didn't seem to think much and answered directly: "The surveillance video of the second-level moat that night."

"The night of the warehouse area mission." Alber added.

"Okay, cousin." Andrew respectfully, slowly retreated towards Albert, as if he was treating an ancient emperor. He knew that he was approaching the door and opened the door and left.

The moment the door closed, Andrew's expression immediately became suspicious. What clue did Alber discover? About that night?

But obviously, this clue Alber will not share with him.

But the precious man he found had to offer to Alber with both hands.

Andrew's heart was filled with sour resentment, and then he walked straight to the way to find Desen.

**

Night, 7:13.

In 17 minutes, the staff of Tongtian Tower will come here, pick up Tang Ling, and then take Tang Ling into Tongtian Tower to start an hour of so-called cultivation.

Anyone who knows it will find it funny. Those who have not formally practiced and obtained the method of cultivation will be a waste of resources to go to the Tongtian Tower.

Think about it, if you enter the Tower of Tongtian without practicing, you will repeatedly use equipment to perform extreme exercises at the bottom, thereby getting some improvement.

It felt like facing a beauty who was not close to her. She could only solve the problem by herself, and could not interact with her intimately.

Tang Ling entered the Tongtian Tower in the First Preparatory Camp and most crescent warriors felt this way in their hearts, so it was funny no matter how they thought about it.

"It's because of my poor talent and I'm eager to enter formal cultivation, so I can only do this."

"Give me a hundred hope points. I can find a lot of things to improve it, and these things add up to not worth a hundred hope points."

"He was so lucky that he hugged Yu's thigh. By the way, Auston, the Goding family, seemed to be very supportive of him. But the mud is mud. Can you support the wall after entering the Tower of Tongtian?"

The first preparation camp was filled with various remarks. In short, Tang Ling entered the Tongtian Tower to improve himself to the level where he could practice. This fact has been recognized and accepted by everyone.

But he is not very friendly to Tang Ling's remarks, because Tang Ling "breaks" the rules. Imagine which Crescent Warriors don't need to offer sacrifices to the new First Preparatory Battalion? Don't need to endure hardship?

This year's Crescent Warrior actually relied on Tang Ling, a scoundrel at the tail of the crane, and broke the rules.

But there are many people in this generation, and there are geniuses like Yu, Auston, and even Amir, who are "rich and rich".

If you can't get involved in this kind of "rich and rich" junior, these seniors hate Tang Ling even more.

But, what can I do?

They can not be afraid of the identities of Yu and Auston nobles. Those of the nobles want face, and it is not easy to openly intervene in secret. In fact, they belong to the first reserve camp of the Ziyue Team.

But Feilong...that is the immediate boss among the immediate boss. Who dares to be unhappy? Don’t you miss the life of joining the Ziyue Team in the future?

And the ambiguous attitude of the city lord.

In short, a person's good luck must never be a reason to convince others. What is worshipped in the First Preparatory Camp is absolute strength.

Tang Ling ignored these remarks. He was so thick-skinned that he could build a new barrier to hope.

He is worried at this moment, how should he explain all this?

A wolf bite must be worn. A weapon that is easy to use and cost-effective, must be worn with a weapon that is cost-effective. Forget about the C-class alloy sword, he will take a big knife on his back and go to the Tower of Tongtian? Will he cut people?

Where is the Desert Eagle? I brought the last three bullets from Yu, but I brought them in...

His arms have been hot three hours ago, reminding him of the countdown to enter the dream.

This is definitely not a joke. If you are not prepared enough, how dare Tang Ling fall into a dream?

"Forget it, let's go." As time passed, it was almost 7:30, Tang Ling put on the combat uniform and added a high-fiber ceramic vest to the combat uniform.

Similar to the bulletproof vests of the previous civilization, but in this era the materials are superior to the previous civilizations, so it is better than the bulletproof vests of the previous civilizations.

And it is better than what they equipped in warehouse missions, because this is exchanged for hope points.

He fooled Auston and borrowed his hope points to exchange, which was not expensive, just twenty-five hope points.

Even so, Tang Ling was still a little dissatisfied. He was thinking about the tactical mobile disk of the Ziyue Warrior.

Unfortunately, this is no longer a matter of price, but a matter of authority. At this stage, this kind of thing can only be exchanged if it is officially promoted to the Purple Moon Warrior.

If you can exchange it and cooperate with your precise instinct, it will be...

Thinking that Tang Ling had finished wearing it, he put his finger on his hand, the wolf bit and pressed it into his sleeve, the desert eagle was inserted into his waist, and the long sword was also swaying on his back.
To be continued...