One door, two people, inside and outside the door.
Under the darkness of night, Suradi stood inside the door and looked at Gibran for a long time without speaking.
Gibran spoke and asked aloud: "Can I come in?"
"Come with me." Surades finally said, turned around, took steps, and walked towards the room. He moved very slowly, observing Gibran's reaction all the time, but Gibran showed no reaction at all. He just followed him expressionlessly, as if he didn't have any malice, as if he was just an ordinary visitor.
But Surades knew very well, absolutely not!
After his throat moved a few times, Suratis took a deep breath, quickened his pace, and led Gibran into the study.
Sitting down on the seat behind the desk, Surades put his hands under the desk, squinted at Gibran standing aside, with a solemn expression, and said, "Who are you?"
"Ha." Gibran smiled slightly, "Kill your people."
"You are very direct." Surades' expression did not change much, "But... you are not the first person to say this to me. Many people who said this have died before me."
"But I believe that I will be the last person to say this to you." Gibran said, "I have said the same thing to many people, and they all ended up without exception."
"It seems that you are very confident in your own strength." Surades said, "But having confidence is a good thing and a bad thing. Do you really think you know me well? Do you know that the fundamentals you face? Not just me, but a huge organization of wizards.”
"The answer is... I know." Gibran reminded Surades, "Master of the Council, Mr. Surades, of course I know the wizard organization behind you. To be honest, this matter is a bit... um, interesting.
You know, since a long time ago, for a certain plan, my companions and I have been pretending to be a certain force, on the one hand to build momentum, and on the other hand to cover up our true identities.
The force we are pretending to be is the Black Spirit Wizarding Association that remained after the demise of the Black Spirit King's empire, and we use the Black Spirit Empire's logo as a distinguishing mark. Not at first, but later I discovered that there are actually people - you, who use the same logo as us. To put it simply, the organization we pretend to be is real.
This is really interesting. "
"Is it you!" Surades' eyes widened, "It turns out that you were the ones who framed and attacked our parliament before!"
"The frame-up is not intentional, because we didn't know your existence at the beginning." Gibran explained, "But the attack, after we became aware of it, it has been... I don't know if you have noticed that in recent times, your parliament has been Someone is missing, well, we killed him.”
Suradi's eyes narrowed, and although he was trying his best to control himself, he still showed some anger, "It's really you!"
"Don't be excited." Gibran waved his hand and said slowly, "Actually, the worse things are yet to come. I came to visit today to tell you a piece of news: Recently, after we attacked the White Stone Tower, some After some free time, and after some consideration, in order to avoid the loopholes of disguised identity later, we launched the final attack on your organization. About ten minutes before I came, your organization, well, your parliament, had been destroyed ”
Suradi was stunned for a moment and blinked, as if he didn't understand.
Gibran said: "In other words, Mr. Surades, you are the last person alive in your council. The rest of your council, your two old friends-Yadod, Petula, and your That student, Ken, and the members of the council, were all killed before I came."
"Impossible." Surades shouted, completely in disbelief.
"What is impossible, Mr. Surades?" Gibran said softly, "The strength we have is far beyond your imagination. In our opinion, there is no difficulty in destroying your organization. Even if we destroy the White Stone Tower , there is no difficulty, it’s just a little troublesome. After all, they have too many wizards and they are too scattered. You need to give them some time to let them use their power first, and then they can completely wipe them out at once. "
Suratis was silent for a while, then looked at Gibran and said: "If you really want to eliminate the parliament, then why did you leave me until the end?"
"It's very simple. The reason why I kept you until the end is because I know that you are hiding very deep and are stronger than your two old friends. In order to avoid any accidents, I decided to come to you in person. "Gibran said, "As the saying goes, good things should be saved until the end."
"So, I am good, then I would like to thank you for your appreciation."
"You deserve it, Mr. Suratees."
"In this case, should I show some corresponding strength? At least... I can't live up to your expectations of me."
"It doesn't matter." Gibran said, "Since I'm here, it means that no matter what strength you show, it will not change the outcome of the matter. In fact, as expected, you have no chance to show your strength at all."
"Oh, are you so confident?"
“Not confidence, but fact.”
"I don't really believe it, I want to... give it a try."
"You can give it a try, but... you have to bear the consequences."
The study suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere was a little tense. The air seemed to be filled with flammable gunpowder. It only took a little spark to ignite and explode!
At this time, the sound of "ta da da da" footsteps sounded from outside the door, from far to near, extremely clear.
"Da da da… "
Suradi and Gibran both looked out the door at the same time. Suradi's face changed slightly, and Gibran was slightly curious.
With a "squeak", the door opened, and Heidi walked in with the brewed tea, stepping into this environment full of "gunpowder".
but…
"clatter-"
As soon as he walked in and took a step, Heidi stopped because she clearly felt the weirdness in this room. Although she couldn't tell the specific reason, she knew something was wrong.
Blinking her big eyes, Heidi looked at Surades and then at the unfamiliar Gibran, not knowing what to do or say.
After a long time, Heidi opened her mouth and said to Suradi: "Grandpa, I've made the tea..."
"..." Silence.
Suradi didn't answer, didn't have any answer, just stared at Gibran's face, but Gibran looked at Heidi calmly.
The study was as quiet as a cemetery.
After a long moment of silence, Heidi couldn't help but test out: "Grandpa, I put the tea on the table for you. Grandpa?"
There was still no answer, so Heidi had to step forward gently towards Surades, and carefully put the tea cup on the table. The next moment she saw Surades giving her a very secretive look, the meaning was very simple: hurry up!
Heidi's body tensed up and she was a little surprised, but she didn't dare to go against Surades' wishes, so she turned around and hurried out of the study.
As a result, just as he was about to pass by Gibran, Gibran suddenly said: "Little girl, aren't you going to give me a cup of tea? Well, you are holding two cups of tea, and you are going to give me one cup, right?"