A masked girl sat nearest to the door. Miss Helen, who was leaning against the sofa, also looked very noble. She was wearing a purple-black tight cloak, and her silk skirt turned dense beads around her waist. Her rich mysterious aura wrapped around her slender calves with knee-length black stockings. Her forehead hung a golden green cat's eye in front of her left eye, which was the only bright color on her body.

"The Witch of Destiny" Helen Dorothea Sinclair is still twenty-one years old this year. Her figure is as plump as a girl. Her long dark blue hair in her cloak is braided into a long braid, tied up by the red ropes of two round bells. Her beautiful clear eyes are almost exactly the same as her father. Behind the veil, Helen has a slenderer chin, plump lips and pink cheeks, which are the most beautiful features of her mother. She sat in the room, with a noble manner as a great astrologer than all the members of the assembly.

"Good luck, Lord Larson. I was only a quarter of an hour earlier than Ronned, and I didn't even have time to meet the tutor," said the masked girl.

Helen was also an apprentice to Lord Saint, and the graduation order was only two different from Larson. Her father was the former commander of the Air Realm, and her mother Dorothea had the most noble bloodline of Knox. Miss Helen also had an extremely special status in Cloitta's fate assembly.

The future astrologer waited in the lounge next to him, and Larson brought it to the door and replied, "Saints, don't worry about us, the troubles are worth paying attention to now. Miss Helen, I see they are about to fight under your nose."

"It's troublesome." Terrence sighed softly. He casually smeared a little magma that was stained with his skin on the conference table.

"The White Envoy hasn't arrived yet, and even if they fight, it's not my turn to intervene." Helen said. The burning hissing sound from her ear made her turn slightly away, and the bell on her braids rang softly.

"Please don't make excuses for your own fun." Larsen told the truth. At this time, the "Lion" was finally annoyed by the old astrologer's thoughts. The mane on his neck stood up angrily, and Larsen had to walk over to stop them. "This is not a place for quarrels, gentlemen."

Osvid said slowly, "Mr. Gallach, your abominable elementary apprentice"

"This is not a place to make old accounts." It's strange, could Roma also burn Zachley's beard.

It was a terrible job to appease the old astrologer, and Larsen gritted the Shanghai Lun accent. As a result, the "Witch of Destiny" fanned the flames in a detached manner, and her eyes were full of teasing. The latter had to change the target of persuasion, because he found that he could not have any reproach to Helen in any way.

"This matter has nothing to do with me, you must understand this, Adra. After all, it was all caused by that little girl." Ronard complained. No one knew who "Aderra" was.

The little girl is undoubtedly Larson's primary school apprentice Roma. This mysterious creature in the realm of the realm with her originated from the same clan. After the Battle of the Saints a hundred years ago, Ronard Zachley left the tribe in the Oathkeeper League and joined the Tower of the Sky alone, and then became the emissary of the realm of the realm of the High Tower with the second only to the White Messenger. But compared to the mystery, his reputation is more worthy of attention. To this day, there are still many rumors about him, the most exaggerated of which is that he mistakenly thought of His Royal Highness of the Princess of the Shroud Pool at the Alliance Ceremony for his illegitimate daughter. This move led to a three-year cold war between the two tribes, which seemed to be the direct reason why Ronard escaped from the Lion Man in the Beast Clan.

However, Larson thought his mistake was understandable. In fact, Ronned had a considerable difficulty in dealing with the impression of the character's facial features. He was completely unconscious at the ceremony but he was unconscious. As far as Larson knows, Ronned Zachley collectively called all acquaintances who had forgotten his name Adra. The existence of Adra's person within the life of this "liu" is still a mystery.

If this Adra was the name of a prostitute, I would not be surprised at all. But even "Eye of Iron" with a good temper is not willing to be given a mysterious stage name by his colleagues. "Miss Roma is still young, and I think there will be some time to guide her." Larsen told him, "And she is an apprentice to your Ministry of Foreign Affairs, have you forgotten?"

"Remind me not to be her class tutor. That girl is equivalent to a basket of trouble."

At this time, at the conference table, "Patriarch of Deep Space" Terrence shouted loudly, "I'm in big trouble." He pulled out the exaggerated earth-centered egg from the corroded table. As a result, the two mysterious creatures closest to him played chess on their own, even disdaining to throw their eyes away.

"But her mother sent her here not to cause trouble for Chloita." The middle-aged scholar corrected, "and my name is Larsen, Larsen Galach, please remember it."

"Do you still remember me?" Helen interrupted.

Ronald nodded absent-mindedly.

"He doesn't remember it." Larsen concluded.

"You always come too late on some topics." The masked witch smiled slightly, "Our Lion Lord is worried about the apprenticeship." She teased humorously.

Then he had to worry more than this, Larsen thought. Fortunately, Helen easily diverted the attention of both parties to the quarrel, and he finally took the time to chat with the noble lady witch. "Is your trip to the south still going well, Helen?"

"It's not very smooth. I didn't expect that Eastman would have a divine descending. It was too late to change the route at that time."

“As far as I know, the harp witch does not worship the moon.”

"How much do you know about witches?" Helen stroked her long braid.

Having a common topic is a good start. "I hope to hear it carefully, Miss."

"The branch of the witch is like a rift on the block when overlooking the earth. We focus on the distinction in inheritance and cannot get rid of the relationship between each other." The masked girl said, "Our power has similarities because the mystery comes from the same source. The harp symbolizes the past, and we are also the oldest among the witches."

"The stars are always older than the moon and the sun." Osvid declared. The old astrologer was listening with a teacup.

"Our ancestor Andrea, daughter of Lake Light, is also known as the Second Night. She was a believer of the goddess of virtue. Later, on the night of the day of confession, she saw the stars reflected in the lake. She was guided to convert to Otto, and had no connection with Broken Moon and Lucia." The witch Helen said, "The White Moon Witch is not a rebellion of the Harp. They originated from the Dawn War and obtained the lost inheritance of the ancient remnants. That is actually the inheritance of Broken Moon."

"I remember there was a moon-like witch believer on the earth, who called themselves the Iceland Witches." Ronned was also very interested.

"Their power comes from Bertie, so the mysterious person is the lowest. Bertie the goddess of luck does not exist at all. He is the same god as Broken Moon. The Iceland Witch is a branch that the White Moon Witch splits, and its foundation and mystery cannot be compared with the two ancient main veins." The veil moved slightly, as if Helen raised her chin inside. "Andrea believes that the White Moon Witch and werewolf are willing to fall into the depravity, and Otto should be the only god that the witch believes in. We have always spared no effort to warn those who have gone astray."

"This is not very good." Not far away, Terrence pinched his voice and said, "Is my voice similar to a salamander? Dear baby." He suddenly took good care of his earth eggs again and began to teach prenatal education softly.

"Andrea is always grateful to Gaia, but she will not give in on the matter of principle." Helen continued, "there is no possibility of confusion in the mysterious class. If the harp recognizes the position of Broken Moon in the witch's faith, one day the beggars can ride on the king's head."

"You can't underestimate the beggar." Ronard muttered, "all of them are the kings." Larsen knew he was alluding to Roma's father.

The history of the Lion Man is full of rebellion and division, and is the only race that can compare with humans in this unyielding field. Larsen learned in detail about the battle between Penelope and Zachley before taking over the baggage. But to be honest, he did not think that these things could affect the transcendent Chloita. Roma's mother was a noble lady and had a close personal relationship with the "Lion" of the Tower, but this could not conceal the fact that Penelope's blood flowed in Roma.

Larson finally successfully changed the subject, and he didn't want to go back. "The Moon Broken God Incident has a glorious council operating behind the scenes, and our patrol messengers responded in time." He remembered the tone of Bai Zhien's request to mobilize the rescue team on the altar, and he was very dissatisfied with the incident of the God Incident, which was a start and abrupt. "This is the first time I have seen a God Incident that can be stopped."

Speaking of the Broken Moon, Erone and Dean also put down the tabletop game to pass the time. The lifelong chief of the Affairs Department, Bloomnott's chief manager pulled his right hand out of his pocket and unconsciously twisted the rope on the edge of the seat cushion. Dean Rubin acted solemnly and looked rigid, as if the rules were nailed to his forehead.

"The White Moon Witch did not intervene, otherwise it would not be that simple." Helen pointed out. "And Lucia's power is completely opposite to Berty. His dark luck may be offset by light and justice. Or maybe Broken Moon did not respond to these pagans at all, and only used them as bargaining chips to weaken Lucia's faith. I can't say which one is the main reason."

"It needs to cool down" Terrence shouted. The center of the earth on his desk began to swell unstable, the sound of gurgling like boiling water, and the magma flowed all over the table along the eggshell. Larsen was hesitating whether to exit the room first.

A golden door opened behind the long table. The Saint Demoss and the commander White Envoy finally caught up with the meeting, and his mentor was still rubbing his eyes. The latter reached out and knocked on the table. The frost pattern grew rapidly, and the center of the earth frozen the conference table again.

They turned out to be one of the same Larsen believed everyone had noticed it. It seemed that the saint had something to tell our commander alone. Hopefully it was not about Roma. He suddenly realized that perhaps only the Ministry of Foreign Affairs could help in this matter.

"Sir, Lord Saint." The masked girl Helen was the first to stand up. As soon as the star gap opened, she immediately took off her veil.

"You look pretty pretty like this." The Tathagata Saint commented.

"That's all"

"Well, you're back much earlier than expected, dear little Helen."

"Don't be so unscrupulous, Grandpa, the mentor." Helen coquettishly.

Her rebuke was unconvincing, but there was no need for Larson to speak. "The gathering will be held." Qingzhi made Dean sit upright, and his tone revealed obvious dissatisfaction. "Please pay attention to his demeanor, Miss Dorothea."

This foreign minister, who lacks expression materials, is known for his strictness and has always been a member of the discipline at the rally. Of course, Bai Zhi made it harder to deal with than him. But the two responded completely differently to external things. As an apprentice of the Tathagata Saint, Larsen felt that the leader was more free. The Witch Helen had the same opinion as him.

"Rubin. But these are just small matters." Demoses sat down, and the others gathered at the table. The "Patriarch of Deep Space" planned to move his magma egg to a chair, but failed to move. He couldn't help but pull his hand back and tried to melt the ice and snow with a small cluster of magic flames. As a result, the unlucky center egg almost cooked. "If there is something more urgent, please make a decision." As he said this, he was accompanied by a more harsh flame hissing sound.

"Tomorrow is the Tin Trial of this year."
Chapter completed!