Chapter 322 I raised a cat and a bird

Chapter 322 I raised a cat and a bird

This casual and arrogant self-confidence reminded Hastur of the Djinn.

When He first came to the Hall of Stars for a meeting, he was so carefree and casual, putting his two long legs on the table.

"I really didn't come here with any good intentions. At first I just thought the atmosphere here was weird. I didn't expect that the people here are also weird both inside and outside."

The frivolous tone sounded like Medici speaking.

Hastur just smiled and said: "Since you are here to visit, don't you need to prepare a gift in advance?"

"Tsk, I'm not in the habit of preparing gifts for people." Sauron Einhorn Medici shook his head and said with the face on his left cheek: "Which old friend are you?"

"Friends? Isn't the word friend too luxurious for you?" Hasta's tone was undisguised sarcasm.

"We have a lot of enemies, but if they were really here, they would never talk so much nonsense." The person speaking was the face on the right cheek.

"It depends on how you want to resolve this matter today."

Hastur brought the topic back again. This fine desk was worth 100 gold pounds. They had to pay at least a small price to get over it.

"What do you want from us?"

"Hey, do you have anything valuable on you?"

Hastur's slightly raised eyebrows made Sauron Einhorn Medici sneer, "Sheep always want to disguise themselves as lions to scare predators."

"Sheep or lion, do you want to try again?" There was no panic in Hasta's eyes, and he was so confident that Soren Einhorn Medici could not make up his mind.

They who are on the hunter path are inherently suspicious and will not easily attack their prey when they are not sure.

"You want this card of blasphemy?" There was a red priest card floating on the fingertips of Sauron Einhorn Medici's right hand.

Roselle on this card of blasphemy is standing on top of a chariot wearing black and red armor, holding a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, looking towards the fierce fighting battlefield ahead.

I have to say that Russell on this red priest card is a bit handsome.

Hastur just looked at it and said, "It's barely enough."

"Haha, okay?"

Soren Einhorn Medici laughed. Three faces and three pairs of eyes were all staring at Hastur, as if he wanted to observe from the subtle facial expressions that Hastur was most real at this moment. idea.

Unfortunately, they didn't see anything.

As for his expression management, Hastur believes that he has reached a point where even he can't see through it.

In the meeting of stars, playing the role of stars in front of a group of outer gods in the past is much more difficult and stressful than the current situation.

"Meow."

Azshara suddenly called out, jumped from the window sill onto Hastur's lap, and glanced at Sauron Einhorn Medici with scrutiny.

Just this glance made Sauron Einhorn Medici's expression become slightly more solemn.

Hastur lowered his head slightly and stroked Azshara's hair, and said calmly: "Today, it's time to make a decision whether you are guests or evil spirits."

"Ah, threat, even Adam sitting here today would not dare to talk to me like this."

Sauron Einhorn Medici's expression turned completely cold, and his whole body exuded the aura of iron-blooded killing as when the war started.

Hastur curled his lips slightly and said: "If Adam really was sitting here today, you probably wouldn't even be able to get out of this gate, just bluffing and trying to scare away the predator's sheep."

"Do you think you've got us?"

Sauron Einhorn Medici put away his long legs and leaned forward slightly. His eyes were cold and menacing, and an aura of iron-blooded murder was like billowing smoke, heading straight towards Hastur.

"A sneeze."

Azshara wrinkled her nose and sneezed, and the aura of war that came straight away disappeared.

Hastur lowered his head and rubbed Azshara's head, "Does this breath disgust you?"

"Meow."

Azshara replied, lying on Hastur's lap and closing her eyes slightly.

"This cat is very interesting."

Sauron Einhorn Medici's eyes fell on Azshara again, and this time they looked at it longer.

Hastur didn't speak, just looked at them.

"who are you?"

This is the second time Soren Einhorn Medici has asked this question.

No matter how they looked at it, they couldn't clearly see the true origin of Hastur, and even a cat was a bit elusive to them.

"Solve the matter here early, and you still have time to catch the last ferry leaving Puning Port today."

"Heh, my stuff isn't that easy to get."

Sauron Einhorn Medici chuckled and flicked the red priest card on his fingertips to Hastur.

Azshara opened her eyes in confusion, subconsciously stretched out her front paws, grabbed the red priest card like a small dried fish, and took a bite of it. She felt that the taste was a bit off, and she sighed with disgust on her face.

"..." Soren Einhorn Medici was also a little speechless. This cat really stole the show.

The face on the left cheek said: "Are there any other survivors alive in the Solomon Empire?"

Gee, do you think you are a descendant of Solomon?

He should have sensed the aura of the Black Emperor on his body.

Hasta's mind moved, with an elegant and calm smile on his face, "History will never be cut off."

Medici sneered: "Even if he is really a descendant of Solomon, are you two going to rush to show your loyalty?"

The faces on the left and right cheeks did not speak, as if they were recalling the era of the Solomon Empire.

At first, the two of them were loyal to the Black Emperor Solomon. Later, the Black Emperor Solomon fell because of the joint efforts of the six gods. They turned to follow the Night Emperor Trunsoest, but unfortunately the Night Emperor also fell in the Battle of the Four Emperors.

The crazy blood emperor Alistair Tudor successfully promoted to the sequence 0 red priest.

They played a crucial role in this.

But even the crazy blood emperor Alistair Tudor lost in the end, leaving only the Hades Emperor as the biggest winner of the Battle of the Four Emperors.

That magnificent era is far from being comparable to the present era.

"Speaking of loyalty, your loyalty is the most steadfast one." Hasta said this from the heart.

Hunters die of loyalty, and that's what the Red Angel Medici said.

"Haha, is Black Emperor Solomon worthy of being compared with my Lord?" Medici raised his head slightly, very proud, and at the same time did not forget to belittle Black Emperor Solomon.

After all, belittling the Lord is equivalent to belittling His followers.

Sure enough, Soran and Einhorn started to curse.

Hasta looked at Medici deeply without saying anything.

Black Emperor Solomon really can't be compared with the real Creator, after all, the Black Emperor didn't sacrifice his loyal subordinates.

It's ridiculous to talk about loyalty without talking about interests in the mysterious world.

So Medici's loyalty will be impressive.

"If there's nothing else, you can leave."

Hasta, who was a little annoyed by the noise of the three people opposite, issued an order to expel them.

Today's visit by Soran Einhorn Medici was not what he expected, and he didn't want to have too much to do with them.

It's just a passing goose, and it's not bad to take the opportunity to leave a red priest card.

He just needed this Red Priest Card to understand the situation of the Red Priest Path, so as to provide options for the future.

As for imprisoning the evil spirit of Soren Einhorn Medici, Madam Lisa alone does not have the ability to do so.

If Ouroboros had not been staring at the Star Container on the ship, there would still be a chance.

The key is that Soren Einhorn Medici's Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic is no longer there.

Even if he cooks hot pot again now, he cannot be successfully promoted to Red Priest.

Not to mention that he is still a long way from being able to cook hot pot.

Soren Einhorn Medici laughed and did not think of getting up and leaving. Instead, he chuckled and said, "A broken desk is not worth this Red Priest Card. If you want to keep it, you need more chips."

As he spoke, Soren Einhorn Medici gently hooked his right index finger, and the Red Priest Card that was originally caught by Azshara returned to His hand again.

Azshara woke up immediately, her eyes widened, looking at her empty little paws, and her eyes turned to the red priest card, which began to become deep and dark.

The atmosphere in the study room completely cooled down in an instant, and Soren Einhorn Medici's eyelids twitched slightly, revealing a little doubt.

Hastur gently stroked Azshara's head, glanced at them, and said calmly: "In addition to raising a cat, I also raised a bird. He likes to eat insects, especially three insects mixed together, the taste should be richer."

Soren Einhorn Medici frowned slightly, thinking about the meaning of Hastur's words.

At this moment, a spiritual world crack silently appeared in a corner of the study room.

A palm-sized firebird flew out and landed on Hastur's shoulder.

The seemingly small firebird stared at Soren Einhorn Medici sitting on the sofa as soon as it came out, with eyes as bright as fire and full of a little desire, as if it had encountered some kind of feast that could not be missed.

Soren Einhorn Medici's body trembled unconsciously.

"That little bird..."

"Go!"

Soren Einhorn Medici's face changed, and he threw the red priest card to Hastur, and then left here quickly.

"Chirp."

The little firebird looked up at Hastur, as if asking whether to chase him.

"Don't be in a hurry, eating indiscriminately will cause indigestion."

"Chirp."

The little firebird lowered its head and combed its feathers with its beak.

"Meow?"

Azshara looked up at the little firebird, then shuddered all over, and her deep eyes returned to their previous clear stupidity.

"Meow?"

Azshara looked at Hastur with puzzled eyes. Hastur did not speak, but gently rubbed its little head.