The heavy rain was still there, and the dripping rain blurred the whole world. The city of Gria seemed to have become a dream city with hazy colors.

Allen sat in the canteen in the underground base of the executive department, with a large pile of nutritious and high-calorie food in front of him, and to his right hand, there was a steaming cup of black tea.

He buried his head in the delicious meals and ate supper at a very fast speed.

The huge sound of eating came from there, but it did not attract much attention.

Because, at this time, the cafeteria was filled with people, and they were all enjoying the busy dinner.

The aroma of the meal and the steaming heat wrap the entire canteen, creating an extremely comfortable atmosphere.

The strong breath of fireworks slowly drifted away, comforting everyone's restlessness after experiencing a great war.

Of course, not to mention anything else, this steaming feeling really makes the heartfelt and natural comfort in this cold weather, which is determined by the instinct of the human body.

However, Allen did not immerse himself in such an atmosphere too much. After eating the fifth supper he had already added, Allen put the plate back to the place where he washed the tableware, and then turned around and left the cafeteria.

At this time, the base was a little empty. Because most of the members were dining in the cafeteria, the members who were originally scattered in various parts of the base gathered together, making the underground base, which covered a huge area, look like a dead ghost.

In the empty passage, only Alan's unseen footsteps resounded, and the bright light shone through every place and spread the light to the world.

But even so, in this bright situation, it is still easy for people to have some bad associations.

Because this is really quiet, except for one's own breathing, the sound of the scoundrel in the wall is the sound of the steam in the pipes.

It is more terrifying than it is silent.

But all this is nothing to Allen.

Human self-confidence is often positively related to human abilities. With extraordinary means that even souls can kill, how can you be afraid of weird things like ghosts?

Alan held a long knife in his left hand, stepped up his chest and head up in the passage, heading towards a familiar place.

Soon, he had arrived at his destination, the place where he attended the meeting when he came back at noon today.

Allen looked up and saw that the indicator light on the door was still lit up with green light, indicating that the meeting had not officially begun. So, he just skillfully took the ID from the exit bag and swiped past the magic crystal display at the door.

drop!

A crisp sound flashed by. While this prompt sound was made, the originally closed door suddenly opened, revealing the scene.

Allen just glanced at the inside and then stepped directly into it and walked in.

"Come on, sit down first."

At this time, in this small but extremely serious conference room, only Mr. Derria sat under the head of the conference table.

Seeing Allen come in, he didn't look up, but continued to look down at some documents and reminded casually.

However, from his tone, it is not difficult to find that he clearly knows the identity of the visitor.

Of course, Allen was not surprised at all.

If a silver-level strong man cannot do this, then it is really doubtful what the other party's identity is.

Even if it is a silver that is parallel, as long as the soul is awakened, then identifying the identity by identifying the other party's soul breath is the basic operation, which is the same as the human instinct.

Listening to sound and distinguishing position, distinguishing sound and identifying people, etc. is already very high-end for ordinary people, but it is nothing to the Black Iron Level Supernatural, and it is even more low-end for the Silver Level Powerful.

To be honest, if it is not necessary to show respect for the other party to some extent and the requirements of related basic etiquette, it is not impossible for extraordinary people to put their eyes on their foreheads when dealing with them.

Of course, this behavior is really too hatred, so unless there is really a problem with the brain, almost no one will do it.

"good."

Allen also understood that the other party was busy with work, so he just replied quietly and sat down in the afternoon.

"Don't be so nervous."

Detecting Allen's movement, Derria smiled and looked up at Allen.

"Sit here, don't be shy, this thing can be viewed according to your permission."

As if he understood Alan's concerns, Derria pointed out this out loud and waved at Alan.

Seeing this, Alan did not hesitate at all and stood up without any pretentiously and walked towards Deria.

It would be impossible to say that he had no interest in what Deria saw. He thought about it with his toes and knew that it was related to what happened in the afternoon.

But on the other hand, Allen was still worried about the confidential document that was, and was afraid that it would make it difficult for Deria to make it difficult for him to do.

It is precisely because of this that Allen's perception and "momentum" that had been around him had slightly reduced the scope, and he was afraid that he would be misunderstood by Derria.

However, this was Allen's previous thought. Now that Deria has invited him, he is relieved.

Moreover, based on his understanding of the other party, he also knew that the other party was not the kind of guy who suffered from face.

Therefore, the thing in the other party’s hand should be the kind of thing he can watch as he said.

After taking a few steps, Alan walked to Deria's side and sat down, watching the other party's things placed flat on the long table.

The best paper is already a little yellow, with a mottled and old atmosphere. The ancient books have some traces of bumps and bumps, but it can be seen that it has been well protected over the long years and has not been damaged much.

The handwritten handwriting is already a little dim and has some blurry traces.

This book seems to have come from ancient times, crossing the distant distance of time, and appears here. Although there is no dazzling light or amazing charm on your body, the simple and mottled meaning is enough to make people feel the heaviness of time.

However, none of this is why Allen is so quiet.

What made his position and mind stir were the dim words, simple pictures, and detailed descriptions.

"Authentic, in various biographical literature and folklore, the dragon clan has the preference to collect shiny treasures, but this does not mean that those whimsical guys can trade the dragon's spoils with extremely low value. After all, the dragon is not a fool without wisdom."

"The dragon is a sacred creature born to stand at the top of the continent. It does not require any effort to exercise or seek breakthroughs between life and death. It just eats and drinks and sleeps when it's okay. When you're adult, they will naturally reach a level that matches the essence of their lives."

"It sounds desperate, right? Maybe the end of your life you have worked hard is just the starting point of the other person."

"Perhaps some people think that although this kind of race that is born, which is far from enough to work harder than humans and even other Black Iron races, is extremely talented, but their strength at the same level is worse than that of their own race strongmen, right?"

"If I think so, then I can tell you clearly that it's a big mistake."

"The level is the level, whether it is born or achieved through hard work, as long as you reach that level in a normal way, there may be differences in combat power, but there is no essential difference in realm."

"If anyone has studied the Dragon Clan's data in detail, they will find a very desperate fact. In terms of combat power and realm, the Dragon Clan has a natural advantage."

"The huge body, the magnificent origin of life, and the terrifying vitality give them a steady stream of power. To a certain extent, the dual cultivation of magic and martial arts has no problem with the dragon clan."

"Their vitality, their life source, is enough to support them to shape magic after extracting the fighting spirit."

"So, the dragon clan basically understands the fighting spirit and magic. Although they will have a certain amount of energy, they will not understand the other side at all. After all, over the long years, they do need some things to vent their excessive energy."

"And, the dragon clan inheritance that has been accumulated from ancient times and has been passed down from generation to generation is enough to give them a huge advantage."

"Maybe such a dragon clan is not the strongest among the same level, but at least above the passing line, and even such embarrassing products are rare, and most of them can be regarded as excellent."

"Maybe you are already confused when you see this. You don't know what your practice has been for so many years. You even begin to doubt yourself, feeling that you may not be able to defeat the dragon clan after reaching the golden level."

"But what I want to tell you is that this is the wrong idea."

"The human race is indeed born weak, and the dragon race is born strong, but this does not mean that we are inferior to each other."

"You know, most dragon clans are born with golden levels. Although their strength needs to be accumulated over time, their life essence has reached an extremely high level."

"But the human race is different. Among the hundreds of races, the weakness of the human race can be considered. If the human race had not been hard-working to build a habitat for its descendants and made a name for themselves, the human race would probably not be able to even get the title of the Black Iron Race."

"So, this gives the human race an excellent opportunity."

"The peak of the silver level, soul, body, will, skills, life source, everything will be sublimated after the peak, forging immortal holy marks and blooming with brilliant glory."

"This is a qualitative leap, and a leap in the rank."

"Not only that, the weak humans, under the magical talent of [Immortal Saint Mark], have the foundation of extraordinary existences such as the dragon, the devil king, the demon lord, and the for the first time."

"And the dragons, although their strength will gradually grow from black iron to gold due to the passage of time, because their own life rank is gold, they cannot condense immortal holy marks like other black iron and silver races."

"Even not only the dragons, but other golden races, too."

"Even though the human race starts in a small way, in a sense, it is also a unique advantage."

"And, because they are step by step from the lowest level, they understand better how to go on, and how to break the limits of life again and again to reach that unknowable state."

"Although other races such as dragons are at their peak at the beginning, and because of their natural advantages and the blessing of memory inheritance and other aspects, they are not considered weak in the Golden Level, but they have lost the opportunity to train themselves."

"The dragon clan and humans of the golden rank are also going to go down, but the human clan has the experience of breaking through silver and gold, and has the experience of finding possible in the limits of life and finding impossible. Although the road ahead is more rugged, they are not ignorant. However, the dragon clan is truly confused."

"So, readers don't have to worry too much about this."

"Of course, let's get back to the topic..."

The pages in Derria's hand flipped, and Alan's mind also fluctuated. At this moment, Alan was completely immersed in the author's detailed description of the dragon clan, and was completely immersed in the process of understanding the dragon clan.

Therefore, Alan didn't even know when Reynard and Ms. Kelly came, and did not react until Raham, who had time to leave Griya City and the trio of the Imperial Capital Mission arrived.

It’s not that the former’s concealment skills are too powerful, nor that the latter is too frugal. It’s just that Allen trusts Reynard and Ms. Kelly, so when he is immersed in his mind, his subconscious mind is not wary of both.

But the latter is different. Although Ms. Kelly has already decided that the other party is from her own party, she doesn't know much about it after all. Although she is not too worried or wary, she is not assured.

That's why Alan woke up as soon as he noticed the other person's aura.

Seeing that the empty conference room had become energetic at this time, Allen smiled embarrassedly at Ms. Kelly, then gave up the seat next to Mr. Derria and made it to Renard.

Seeing Alan's behavior, Ms. Kelly looked at Alan with a smile and felt creepy, but in the end she just chuckled, and then sat directly next to Deria without any concealment.

Seeing this, Allen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although his idea of ​​giving way was sincere, it is undeniable that he did have the idea of ​​mischief. After all, the relationship between Ms. Kelly and Mr. Derria can be seen as long as he is a normal person.

But what he didn't expect was that Ms. Kelly was not a thin-skinned little girl, but a mature goblin who could see through Allen's little thoughts at a glance.

Although the other party did not respond, Allen always felt a little panicked.
Chapter completed!