"What do you guys think about this picture?"

On a large round table, the young Prince Dior gently tapped the table with his knuckles. In the center of the round table, a metal magic weapon shaped like a candlestick is projecting a blurred holographic light and shadow in the air. This is a night view of the snow, but it is very blurry, and it can barely distinguish a rough camp. In this camp, although it is impossible to delve into the details, it can still distinguish a legion of different races being inspected.

About a dozen people sat around the round table, which meant that at least in form, they all had an equal status with Prince Dior. This alone was enough to make this special meeting reveal a bit strange.

"Is the source of intelligence reliable?" someone finally replied.

"Not very reliable..." Prince Dior clasped his fingers and frowned slightly, "This time, because there are too many people paying attention to the child. In order not to reveal his identity, I not only cannot use the 'Golden Bird', but even my own direct confidants could not be sent out. I had to hire a so-called 'Ace' from the Dark Guild. And after this poor quality picture came, there was no news about the trump card. In short, the result was nothing more than two, dead or arrested. But it doesn't matter, no one could track me down from him."

"That child is very important to us. To be honest, I am very dissatisfied with your hasty approach to dealing with it." The woman who said this covered most of her face with a blood-red hood, but her special voice that intertwined with coldness and laziness sounded a little familiar.

Dior is an authentic royal prince. Even in the "Round Table" symbolizing equality, someone dared to speak to him in this tone, but His Highness did not attack on the spot. He just replied coldly: "I also know that the people in the Dark Guild are all unreliable waste and scum, but the empire situation has been turbulent recently. There are too many people staring at me, and I am really powerless. But if the subordinates of the 'Blood Red Hat' did not have a hasty conflict with Rhine, the dragon rider under Rettuss, who had to lose his hands. If his existence is also attracted attention from the outside world and had to hide all the staff, such shameful garbage tasks like this will not be hit on me."

The person participating in this roundtable was actually the deputy leader of the fairy tale circus that Goron struggled to investigate. "Blood Red Hat" Sophia, the identity of a inferior person like a circus clown in the Empire is completely different from that of the Prince of the Empire. But at this moment, he was able to sit on the roundtable that symbolizes equal status and talk to an imperial royal family equally. This scene is not only incredible, but even more incredible that Prince Dior actually used such ironic words as a means of counterattack.

Although Prince Dior's way of fighting back does not match his identity, the sharpness is beyond doubt. Although Sophia, the "Blood Red Hat" did not say anything, the murderous intent emitted by this woman with both calmness and madness is clear and cold, and no one can guess what she will do in the next second. Prince Dior snorted coldly, and his eyes looked at the Blood Red Hat without any weakness.

"You better know how you got your status today...if it wasn't for us..."

"Of course, I have to thank you for helping me regain a small part of what I originally belonged to me, and even such a small part is enough to send some of the Imperial super-wanted criminals to hell."

"Okay. I want to see how courageous a waste prince who barely struggles back from the brink of exile has..."

...

"Okay, just say a few words, now you all shut up your mouth."

Seeing that the two sides were already at a strife, an old voice suddenly sounded, and the two people who were venting their mouths closed at the same time and no longer made any sound.

The old voice continued: "The mission on the other side has reached the most important part. If there is no accident, the key to the God-Destroying Tool will fall into the control of our organization... No, we should say that we will never allow any accidents. Sophia. I know that the main force of the circus has been transferred away, and almost no one under your subordinates can be used, but this time you are really responsible for the unnecessary contact with Retuss. If it affects the mission on that side, let alone you, you cannot afford it. Even the "Emperor" of the fairy tale."

The old man directly accused him, and his lips were pursed tightly, but he did not make any rebuttal.

Satisfied with her attitude, the old man continued: "This sudden appearance of child is indeed a gift from God to us. Originally, due to the betrayal of Suarez's child, our mission was already deadlocked. His appearance not only made up for the vacancy that Suarez defected, but also miraculously, without us deliberately making arrangements, he had already completed what we needed him to accomplish. The only question now is how we should re-incorporate him into our mastery."

The participants on the round table looked at Prince Dior at the same time, but His Highness spread his hands and said, "Recently, the old ghosts of the Skeleton Society have become suspicious of me, and their eyes are now all focused on Goria. I am afraid I can't complete this task."

"That child was originally our 'fairy tale', so let me do this."

The voice of the deputy commander of the "Blood Red Hat" sounded coldly, but the old man asked with confidence: "This mission must not be lost. This is directly related to the gains and losses of the "God Destroyer". Are you really sure?"

Sophia snorted coldly: "I will handle this matter myself."

"...Since that's the case, that's good, just do it..."

*******

The meeting dispersed, and an obscure wave swept across the round table. All the people present, except Prince Dior, disappeared without a trace. This was not the effect of the shadow fighting spirit, but because everyone except Dior, was all holographic magical illusion.

Prince Dior stood up and looked directly at the scene of the Black Forest that Paramir had finally sent back on the table. After a moment, he suddenly snorted coldly: "What a pity, my five hundred gold coins were finally exchanged for such a useless thing..."

"That may not be..." A voice sounded in the darkness, accompanied by a ball of black mist, and a magician hidden in a black robe appeared out of thin air.

Prince Dior seemed to be not surprised at his existence, and he said without looking back: "What, can the mage of Crystal Lake even repair a broken magic image? Although I am not interested in the child named Goria, I am really a little curious to see those guys care about him so much. If I had known this task, I would have been a little serious and sent a decent guy to perform it."

"That child? Humhehe... Speaking of which, I am actually more interested in him. Your Highness, do you know that I have killed him once with my own hands, but he was resurrected?" (~^~)
Chapter completed!