It was a very modest room.

It's not just the decoration of the room, even the furniture is very simple and tidy - the room is very small, probably no more than 30 square meters, with only one window. On the side of the window is a wooden bed, which is not only clean, but also seems to be constantly replaced and maintained, so it does not smell of old decay. Directly opposite the bed, there is a wooden table and two chairs, on which is a set of cleanly washed tea sets.

There is no desk in the room, but there is a swinging chair for the elderly. Next to the swinging chair is a huge bookshelf, which is a little out of place in the environment of the room, because it is so large that it looks a little strange even if it is stuffed with all kinds of books. It's nowhere near as perfect as a portrait in the room.

The only fly in the ointment is probably that the light in the room is so dim that it can't illuminate the face on the portrait, only the part below the neck.

However, judging from the parts of the portrait that are revealed, the portrait is supposed to depict a woman.

It is a modest room, but also an elegant room.

There was a slight whirling sound.

The door was quickly opened.

An old man with gray hair was slowly walking into the room, then walked to the wooden table and sat down, reaching out and fiddling with the tea set on the table.

I saw the old man stretch out his right hand into the air, and then a strange scene appeared, it seemed that there was a black hole in the position where the old man stretched out. It easily swallowed the old man's right hand, leaving only a black mist in it. But look at the old man's expression. It didn't seem to hurt him in any way, and it didn't take long for him to put his hand into the black hole. He stretched out his hand again, but compared to the previous blank space of his right hand, there was an extra kettle.

The old man poured the liquid from the kettle into the two teacups on the table.

It was just a small teacup, but the old man's pouring action lasted for a full ten minutes, and he still didn't see the small teacup filled, but the air soon began to fill with a rich aroma of wine. And as the aroma of the wine became more and more intense, the teacup, which seemed to be not enough to stuff the teeth, finally began to appear seven or eight points full.

A golden, slightly viscous liquid that shakes in the cup.

It took the old man some more time to fill the two small teacups with a thick, golden liquid. Only then did he light an alcohol lamp. I put a fence on it, sprinkled some powder made from an unknown ingredient, and soon a lilac flame ignited. Then the old man put the two teacups on the partition, and then began to prepare other things - although they seemed to have strange materials, and even had no idea what they were, they gave people a very powerful appearance.

The whole set of hand-ordered processes was very complicated, and from the time the old man entered the room, he was busy for nearly two hours.

At this time. It seems that it is finally coming to an end.

The old man removed the two teacups from the net, extinguished the flames, and then took out a special cup and pot made of tin. I saw the old man pour the liquid from two teacups into it, which should have been enough to fill a barley wine glass. At this time, only one amber the size of a fingernail was dropped—two teacups, two amber. Then the old man opened a bottle of wine, which looked to be very old. Pour all the liquid into this cup.

In an instant, the liquid in the cup turned golden red. There is a strange sense of light.

"Come in." After finishing this qiē, the old man spoke.

The door was soon opened again.

But this time. It was a middle-aged man who stepped in.

He was so burly that he had to lean sideways as he stepped through the door, then hunched over and carefully "squeezed" in.

The man had gray hair, and the ends of his hair that fell down his head were tied into a dozen small braids, and all kinds of rare gems were entwined with them that could no longer be mined in the earthly realm. There is a scar on his right eye, which spreads from the upper eyebrow and crosses the right eye, probably because the scar has been left for a long time, so this scar is very light, but his closed right eye is probably impossible to recover.

"Kraken, you're always on time." The old man glanced at the burly middle-aged man, and then said with a smile.

"It's better to come early than to be lucky." The middle-aged man named Kraken smiled back, then walked to the wooden table, stretched out his hand to pull out the chair, and sat down on the ground - his height was so tall that even if he sat on the ground, he could basically look at the old man, "Divine blood temptation, the last time I drank this wine was six hundred years ago." …… You haven't been back in this room for almost 600 years. ”

"Calculating the time, it still flies quite quickly." The old man thought for a moment, then said with a smile, "The survivors of the Battle of the Gods are the only ones left with our old bones." …… Unfortunately, I couldn't share a drink with Babylon anymore. ”

"Miss Gyprill has taken it upon herself to do so, and there is probably no room for manoeuvre." Kraken picked up the cup of divine blood that the old man poured for him in the goblet, and then carefully picked it up and sniffed it first, his face immediately showed room for intoxication, "Babylon, this time you have gone too far." ”

"And what are your plans?" The old man asked.

"Me?" Kraken shook it, first cautiously drank a sip of divine blood temptation, and the whole person was so comfortable that his eyes narrowed, and only after a long time did he speak again: "I don't have any plans." …… I swore allegiance to Miss Gypril, and now I have fulfilled that promise. The Black and White Holy Land has been closed by me, and before this incident is over, none of the guys who went to the Otherworld through the Black and White Holy Land will be able to come back. ”

"A lot of people will die." The old man sighed faintly.

"yes, a lot of people will die." Kraken nodded. "But you also have a certain responsibility for this."

"I know." The old man nodded. "If I hadn't been away for so long, the academy wouldn't have become like this. Let Babylon's hand come to him. …… But if this matter really has to be counted, all of us have an unshirkable responsibility. Include...... Mistress Gybril. ”

"Miss won't reason with you." Kraken let out a hearty laugh.

"I know." The old man smiled kindly, "Asali has also appeared, and it seems that he has chosen Master Gibril." …… I was really worried that if Asali betrayed Lord Gypril as well, then ......"

"He's the arbiter, and even if the whole world betrays Miss Gybril, Asali won't." Kraken smiled, "Just like me." Always Miss Gybriel's shield and sword. I'm going to block a qiē damage for her, and I'm going to take a qiē to an enemy who tries to hurt Miss...... Tear to shreds. ”

The old man kept silent, just quietly drank the temptation of the divine blood in the cup.

The Kraken, on the other hand, did not speak again, and also drank the wine in the cup.

In the room, there is a strange and leisurely atmosphere.

"Well, I'm going to take a look at the land ruled by Babylon, and those little ones will definitely make trouble when they find out that Babylon is missing." Kraken drank the wine from his glass. Then he gently placed the goblet on the wooden table and smiled at the old man, "Da'an, I don't want to be your enemy." …… Do you understand what I mean? ”

The old man named Da'an raised his head slightly. His eyes were as bright as the starry sky—as if the entire Milky Way had been encompassed in his pupils. He just stared at Kraken and muttered for a moment before he spoke, "I don't understand what you mean. ”

"Ahh It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Kraken smiled and scratched his head, still looking hearty. As long as you stay in this room quietly. Until the matter is resolved. …… Don't leave this room until then. I say that, do you understand? ”

"You know everything?" Daan sighed.

"Know what?" Kraken tilted his head and smiled, "You designed to frame Locke and make him a puppet of Babylon?" Or did you hide behind your back and manipulate a qiē so that Dablis was ostracized and assassinated by Yan zhòng, and finally had to take refuge in Babylon? Or is it ...... You're giving a hint to your students who have been honing on the heterogeneous plane to get them all to come back to Babylon? ”

"You know everything?"

"Don't forget my role and identity." Kraken sighed softly, "Miss Gyprill didn't look for you, just because she didn't think you were mortal. It is impossible to hide a single qiē from Miss Gybril on this floating island, so ...... Da'an, I hope you don't die, I really don't want to be your enemy. ”

"If I die, you won't be tempted by the blood of the gods." Daan smiled.

"It's a reason." Kraken shrugged, "But more importantly, I don't want the only four people left back then, just me and Asali. ”

Hearing Kraken's words, Daan was instantly stunned.

In the battle against the gods, they were not the only five of them. In that war, in which no record can be found now, countless geniuses and heroes were actually born, but it is a pity that too many people fell in that cruel war. After the end of the war, because of the disagreement in philosophy, many people chose to part ways with Gybril.

In the end, only four people remained to follow Gybril.

Da'an. Falls. Manu, the first genius to feel the breath and call of Gybril to become the first genius to master magic in the Twilight Age, the astral art he pioneered is the most important core and foundation of star magic in the Miracle Continent today. In the glorious era of Ragnarok, he was known as the Sage of the Stars by the people of the Gybril camp because of his profound prophecy. Since the end of the Battle of Ragnarok, he has followed Gibril to become the head and guardian of the Floating Academy.

Kraken, the second person to be called the Godslayer in the Battle of Ragnarok, once seized the power of the mad god's bloodline, and tore apart the mad godhead with his own hands, so that there is no longer a mad god in the world. He is one of the most unwavering followers of Gibril, claiming to be the sword and shield of Gibril, who once blocked the joint attacks of the five main gods for Gibril, and cooperated with Asali and Gibril to complete the counter-killing, and served as the watchman and guardian of the Black and White Holy Land of the Floating Library.

Babylon. Babel, the one who brought endless darkness to the surviving gods in the late stages of the Battle of Ragnarok. He was once a member of the gods, but at the beginning of the battle of Ragnarok, he took refuge in Gybril and opened the central door of the Dawn Divine Court. However, after taking refuge in Kibril, he gave up his identity as a god and volunteered to become a mortal, and began to devote himself to the magic brought by Gibril, and is the second best in magic in this world to Kibril, and the guardian of Babylon's Babel Magic Tower in the Great Floating Library.

Asali. Nars, another of Gypril's staunchest followers, is known as the Adjudicator. Asali. He once slashed the god of judgment and seized his godhead, which is the fundamental reason for the emergence of the four gods of fairness, justice, integrity, and contract in the world today, and he is silent and does not have a great sense of existence in Gybril's camp, but once he chooses to make a move, then it is often a sea of corpses and blood. That's why Gybril made him the guardian of the Floating Council.

These four people, together with Gybril, constitute the pinnacle combat power of the entire floating library, and they are also the root of all the forces in the outside world that dare not provoke.

But now, Babylon. Babel has clearly betrayed Gybriel, and Daan. Falls. Manu is also an accomplice, and as Kraken, who used to have the best relationship with Da'an, he naturally feels a little uncomfortable. If he could, he really didn't want to be on the opposite side of Da'an, because he clearly knew that once the relationship between the two camps was hostile, even if his subordinates let Da'an go, Gibril would not let him go.

Without looking at his old friend again, Kraken turned around and carefully "squeezed" out of the room.

The moment Kraken left the room, his body was covered in a set of dark blue heavy armor, and in his right hand was a giant sword more than three meters long, with countless golden runes engraved on the sword.

A violent divine power burst out from Kraken's body in an instant, and this terrifying aura full of tyranny and majesty made Da'an involuntarily fall into a contemplative memory. He gently stroked the goblet in his hand, sighed slightly, and drank the wine in the cup: "Why...... Will it be very different from the future I saw 500 years ago? …… Have I been wrong in all my 500 years of preparation? (To be continued......)

PS: Mom's surgery time has been changed to Saturday, and the doctor said that the swelling has not disappeared and is not suitable for surgery. …… Something bad in the mood.