The sunlight outside the window was dim, and the atmosphere in the lounge was depressing, and the white Ouroboros patterns on the black wall tiles seemed to like this atmosphere very much.

In the center of the lounge, on the coffee table, on the chessboard.

In the hand of McKing Seprano, a horse chess piece moved diagonally, and across the pawn on the opposite side was a cannon on the opposite side. Cole swallowed and looked at the cannon with some horror.

He wasn't so much staring at the cannon as he was staring at the Bible he was pressing.

Cole was horrified to find that the Ouroboros mark that had been imprinted on his wrist was crawling down from his wrist little by little as Cerplano spoke. Without a trace of flesh and blood, an empty Ouroboros mark crawled off the wizard's wrist and plunged headlong into the cover of the Bible under his right hand.

Outside the chessboard, Seprano was still unhurriedly explaining his way of playing chess:

“...... As a horse, it can't run too far, running under the opponent's cannon like this, and when it gets a cannon from a pawn, everything is empty, and there is nothing. ”

"But, but, I, I didn't do anything, Your Excellency!" Cole's lips trembled, and his voice trembled. He noticed that only half of his Ouroboros brand was left, and that it still had half a tail hanging from his wrist. Most of the rest of his body has disappeared into the cover of the Bible.

Seprano didn't seem to see the biblical weirdness, and even ignored Cole's explanation.

"As a horse," the leader of the Xiangqi Club stopped Cole from speaking with his gaze, and then slightly accentuated his tone: "According to the rules, this chess piece cannot go on a field or in a straight line, because that is not its way, and the rules do not allow it, and the chess player is not allowed to do it." Just like me, when I play chess, I am never allowed to run around on the board. ”

As he spoke, a pawn on the edge of the chessboard shifted sideways. The fat on Seprano's cheeks trembled, and with a flick of his hand, the unruly pawn was shattered and ashes.

Cole swallowed heavily.

At the same time, his right hand, which was pressed on the Bible, sank into it little by little as Mr. Seprano spoke in a slow and coherent manner. It was as if he was not holding on to a hard book, but a puddle of soft mud.

Or maybe it's a black hole.

"Tell me about last weekend's Linzhong Lake. The leader of the Xiangqi Society finally stopped torturing the other 'chess player', restrained the cold smile on his face, and looked at Cole expressionlessly: "I wonder why Friedman would show up at the venue with someone when Xiangqi was negotiating the exclusive agency with the Fishman Tribe...... You are the representative in charge of the negotiations of Cheung Kei, and I think you should know something. ”

Cole's face crumpled like a tightened rag, squeezing out a pool of snot and tears: "I swear, I don't know anything, I definitely never told anyone in Triple A about it...... The meeting is scheduled to be confidential. The time, the place, the number of participants, before the last minute started, I only said it to Iseni!"

Iseni is the young leader of the Fish-Man Tribe, the main driver of negotiations with the Cheung Kei, and an unofficial member of the Ouroboros.

Andrew Taylor, who was standing in the corner of the break room, couldn't help but shake his body when he heard Cole mention Iseny's name, and his head hung down a lot lower.

Seprano frowned.

Because the Bible in front of him was still calm, and did not react violently to Cole's answer. This means that what Cole says should be true.

In this case, it is very likely that those stinky fish people are doing ghosts. It's not hard to see why. After all, the degree of profit from a long bet is much higher than hanging from a tree.

"A bunch of rats. Seprano snorted sullenly and crushed the horse chess piece in his hand.

"Do you need to warn those fishmen?" asked in a low voice from a senior cadre of the Cheung Kei Society next to him.

Seprano hesitated for a few seconds.

"No, let's take a look. He shook his head, picked up the other pawn again, and pondered for a moment before speaking: "There is only one Linzhong Lake in the First University, and there is only that fish-man tribe. It's been set for so long, and now it's easy to shake your face, and it's easy to be beaten with chickens and eggs. ”

"It's not the fish-man we need to warn about, it's the Friedman guy. ”

......

......

Also on this night, in the same oppressive room, there were two groups of people engaged in an unpleasant conversation.

One of them was dressed in a black robe with a hood covering his face, making it impossible to see his face. It's just that the silver triangular mark on his robe clearly indicates that he is the representative of the First University.

On the other side of the room was a group of rats of a certain height and height, wearing vests of different colors, carrying a light one. There sat a fat but old rat sitting on it, and by the way it was described, it was a rat fairy.

"After the black tide, the five poisons breed, just between the months and months. The representative of the First University spoke in a stern tone, almost without any emotion: "The First University asks the Phuket rat people to do their best to clean up those pests. ”

"Hmph. The beard on the corner of the Rat Immortal's mouth shook a few times, revealing a mocking smile: "If it weren't for some people in the Alpha Academy who wantonly used bloodline magic when dealing with the Black Tide, how could this year's Five Poisons come so early!

The representative of the First University turned a deaf ear to the words of the Rat Immortal, and still said in the cold and rigid voice of the previous one: "...... Because the relevant projects have not been arranged by the annual budget, the rat people need to raise relevant resources on their own, and must not affect the normal teaching order and environment of First University. ”

"Got it. The rat fairy drooped his eyelids and agreed weakly, completely lacking the strength to ridicule before, and it seemed that he had no intention of fighting for the interests of the rat clan.

"Last thing, for the recent abnormal activities of the rat people, the relevant departments hope that the rat people can make a written explanation and submit it to the school for review. Speaking of this, the school representative's tone showed a hint of hesitation for the first time, but quickly disguised the past, and instead added: "Principal Shi believes that the rat clan needs to control its range of activities, as well as its contact with forces outside the island. ”

"Vice President Shi. The rat fairy pointed his voice and corrected: "The nameless old man is not dead yet! She has no other skills, and the means of fighting for power and profit are one after another." ”

The school representative ignored the screams of the rat immortal and continued: "...... In these respects, Principal Shi believes that there is a consensus between you and the school. ”

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