In the north of the imperial capital, in the study room of a huge and luxurious mansion, two seemingly powerful old men sat opposite each other, playing arcane war chess left over from the Lost Era.

"Aric, did you arrange the things in the north?"

The old man with a silver hair dressed in a black cloak carefully looked at the situation on the chessboard and asked indifferently.

On the other side, an old man with blue eyes who seemed to be in a high position for many years casually picked up the cup that was placed aside, lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

"What's the meaning?"

The old man with blue eyes asked indifferently, with a somewhat indescribable tone.

The misty water vapor rose from the teacup and drifted in the air like white clouds, forming a hazy curtain between the two.

As the words fell, neither of them spoke, but only the slightest breathing sound was left proving the passage of time.

Dada dada...

The silver-haired old man suddenly knocked on the chess in his hand, and his clear and pure eyes as pure as a boy left the chessboard for the first time, looking at the old man sitting in front of him, the person he knew since childhood.

"This time, you crossed the line."

Suddenly, the old man with silver hair sighed, stared at the old man with blue eyes, and closed his eyes slightly, lifting his right hand unconsciously and pressing his eyebrows, as if he was extremely tired.

Seeing this scene, the old man with blue eyes suddenly moved his calm expression, as if the lake water without waves suddenly appeared in the ancient well.

"Nils, we have known each other for 50 years."

The old blue-eyed Alec suddenly spoke, his tone with a sense of vicissitudes and indescribable nostalgia.

"Yes, it's been 50 years, and we're all old."

The silver-haired old man Niels lowered his right index finger pressed on the middle of his eyebrows and looked back in the direction of the blue-eyed old man. His tone was a bit heavy, as if there were heavy stones in his heart.

"In the past, I could turn a blind eye to your affairs, but it's impossible now."

The clean and clear eyes of the silver-haired old man suddenly became sharp, like a goshawk preying on him with natural pressure.

"You must know that Your Majesty is wise and powerful, has lofty ambitions, and has a strong and cruel method. He will not tolerate you doing this."

The old man with silver hair had a very stern tone, with a fierce majesty, as if a sharp knife was unsheathed, with a terrifying edge, but there was no murderous aura that should have been found among them.

The blue-eyed old man looked at the silver-haired old man's eyes and could even see the implicit meaning of persuasion.

Alec clearly understood Niels' intention and also knew the other party's purpose.

Even at one moment, Alec was indeed moved, but in the end, he still did not answer as the other party hoped.

"Why don't I understand what you are saying?"

Alec chuckled indifferently, with a very sincere confusion in his tone.

The misty water vapor lingers on his face, making Alec's face look blurred.

However, hearing this answer, the sincere expression on the face of the silver-haired old man Niels suddenly stopped, and the light in his pupils seemed to dim for a moment, and then he lowered his head again and looked at the chessboard in front of him.

A light blue light appeared in the air, building an infinitely wide battlefield.

On the battlefield, two armies of ten thousand people were fighting and attacking each other.

Mage, warrior, warlock, knight, assassin...

All kinds of strange professions and various types of troops appeared on this huge and mysterious battlefield, and a desperate battle was launched to fight for victory.

The surging power shook the world, and the huge sound of killing resounded through the sky, as if an extremely ancient war had spanned a long time.

However, all this is just a chess game.

The crisscrossing chessboard is crisscrossed, and the delicate and exquisite magic circuit is carved on it, making this battlefield that emerges in the air constantly approach the reality.

Niels looked at the bloody battlefield, but his eyes became extremely empty, as if he didn't take the battle situation to heart.

After a few breaths, the old man with silver hair suddenly took a deep breath and said again, his voice extremely low, but with a heavy determination.

"Alec, I'm not kidding you."

"The last time the killing of colleagues was already furious to the emperor, and His Majesty even gave the highest order to kill Isaac and the masked man."

"You are helping to rescue me at this critical moment, which is just adding fuel to the fire."

"And now, you have reached the north and prepared to intervene in imperial diplomacy."

"Do you really think that your Majesty dare not take action?"

"You are at the foundation of the bad empire, and at the centenary plan of the bad empire."

Niels' tone suddenly became high, as if he was condescendingly, as if he was loyal and angry.

However, none of this caused any twists and turns in Alec's heart.

"I said it, I don't understand what you said."

"I didn't send anyone to the North at all, nor did I destroy imperial diplomacy."

Alec's tone gradually became tougher from indifferentness, and the calmness on his face was replaced by a hard look.

"good."

Hearing Alec say this, Niels looked at Alec carefully, then raised the black tea at hand and drank it all in one sip, and slowly stood up.

"I hope it's true as you said."

Niels ignored the battle situation that was coming to an end in the air, but just whispered slowly to Alec, then turned around and left.

Alec did not stop him, but he still tasted the black tea in the middle of the cup, regardless of the fact that the tea in the cup had almost reached the bottom.

In this way, the old man with blue eyes quietly tasted black tea for more than ten minutes, as if it was a unique treasure in the world.

Bang!

The teacup was gently placed on the table beside it, making a subtle and undetectable sound.

Alec did not turn his head, but continued to watch the battle situation that gradually tended toward mechanized due to unmanned dispatch.

"Have the matters in Gria City been arranged?"

After a long time, Alec asked in a low voice.

"Arranging." A middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes, who was always pampered and lived a life of luxury, stood respectfully bent and answered the old man's questions.

"That's good, that's good."

Speaking of this, Alec also repeated a few words as if he was at ease.

"Remember, everything flowed into the market accidentally and came to the hands of those people, and it had nothing to do with us."

"We are not the evil gods who destroy diplomacy, but the benefactors who save the dwarves at critical moments."

The old man leaned on the seat behind him, urging him with some fatigue, and his voice seemed to lose some power.

However, the respect of the middle-aged man standing next to the old man has not decreased at all, and he has maintained the same respect as usual.

It seems that he does not despise the other party because of his old age. After all, the power of death is still there.

What's more, the tiger in front of him is just old and not dead yet.
Chapter completed!