The truth is always difficult to find, and the reason cannot be found - many people must agree with this ideal. But the vast majority of people may not have imagined that the truth is actually close.

Milan International Exhibition Center has the most advanced and most complete exhibition venue in the world. It has unique shapes and the external structure is made of aluminum alloy and glass as the main materials. The total investment is nearly one billion euros, covering an area of ​​about two million square meters, and it took two and a half years to complete. The exhibition center has eight large exhibition halls, divided into twenty exhibition areas, and is the largest exhibition hall in the world. Each exhibition area has supporting facilities such as reception, catering, conferences, etc., and exhibitions can be held independently.

No one knows that such a spectacular exhibition center has a ‘black area’.

It was a small guild hall located just off the edge of the exhibition area. It looked like the White House. Although its pure white and rustic appearance often aroused the interest of tourists, it was a private building and was not one of the exhibition areas that were open to the public.

In other words—the 21st exhibition area.

Ogranfer walked through the corridor in a breeze.

The injured left arm has been effectively cured, although it is a little inflexible, but there is no big problem.

Not long after, he rushed straight to the hall, ignored the doorman's astonishment and kicked in.

The sudden change even the few people in the hall were stunned. The old man sitting in the first place saw that it was Ogranfer, and his whole old face was wrinkled together.

"What the hell are you doing? Ogrunfer! Where did the knight etiquette I learned during the club go?"

"I heard that the government sent a special operation team to come?"

Ogronfer said in a deep voice, ignoring the old man's accusations at all.

The old man snorted coldly and said dissatisfiedly:

"This is not something you should care about."

While they were talking, the guards quietly closed the door.

The only two of them were left in the empty ritual hall.

"Tsk, this is beyond your position, Deacon."

Ogranfer competed against each other.

This sentence made the old man speechless.

After a moment—

"Then do you have any good ideas?"

He couldn't help but sarcastically.

"You have to bear the consequences of your hands. Although the government has lacked strong evidence and has not swallowed up our overwhelming combat power in one go. However, it is easy for them to rely on the government to cause trouble for us. Now that the negotiations and investigations are in a deadlock, they probably intend to put pressure on other aspects. You are not a deacon, of course you don't understand how difficult it is to form an association."

Ogronfer frowned when he heard this.

Don't understand? How could he not understand?

If he was the leader of the special operations team, he would try every means to cause some trouble for his target.

For example, [Silver Flag]'s main source of economic income is the automotive industry. It has almost all well-known Italian automobile manufacturing companies, such as the famous Ferrari, Masarati, Lamborghini and others.

Therefore, the primary target of the government's pressure is definitely the economic industrial chain of the [Silver Banner].

"Although it's just a few tricks, it's also annoying enough. Recently, several company leaders have come to me. Each of them has a grievance expression of "They are just against me." I think you should understand that the government has sent those bastards. It's said that we magicians use any means, and the government has sent those guys to the group of guys."

The old man said with a sneer.

"So. Is the deacon going to bow to them?"

Ogronfer asked after a moment of silence.

"If possible, of course I will do this. What is the point of bowing my head? Even if I kneel down, it doesn't matter."

Facing Oglanfer's seemingly plain question, the old man narrowed his eyes and said word by word:

"Sacrificing one's own dignity for association is actually a kind of honor. Unfortunately, if I bow to them, not only will I not be able to recover the losses, but I will also lose more. I have lived to this age and worked as a deacon for decades. Do you think I would make such a low-level mistake?"

"I'm sorry, I'm rude."

Without any unnecessary explanation, Ogronfer simply bowed and apologized.

The old man snorted faintly, and this matter was revealed.

"But we must come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible and let them take action, but we remain silent. Morale is secondly, the key is that the losses will increase. If we continue to gain a stunt, it will be too late to fight back."

"That's right. Any kind of struggle is destroyed by the initiative. Being trapped in a passive situation is equivalent to chronic death. You cannot pin your hopes on the other party's mistakes. There are also many talents sent by the government. Such simple means are not even a meeting gift. I think they should have other ideas."

Ogranfer nodded in agreement with the old man's statement and expressed his thoughts.

"Yes, if that's true, it'll be bad once they act."

Having said that, the old man's expression was calm.

This is not pretending to be calm or indifferent, but being confident and calm.

Aograndfer, who noticed this, couldn't help but speak out and test:

"Did the deacon have a certain plan?"

"Well--" the old man smiled rare and deliberately kept it a secret. At this time, the door of the ritual hall was knocked.

He looked moved and shouted loudly:

"Please come in."

Ogranfer turned his head inexplicably, and when he saw clearly the appearance of the person entering the door, his expression seemed to be a ghost.

"You...are you going to jail?"

"Sorry, the food there is so bad, I've escaped from prison."

The visitor said in a very frivolous tone.

He looks quite fashionable in summer Korean casual clothes, but if you look closely, you will find that his clothes are brand new as if they were just bought.

This is a young man from the Eastern Confucian world.

A graceful girl was next to him. She was obviously an Asian face, but she had a long waist-length hair that was not fake, and her hair color was a chestnut that reminded people of autumn.

"Is that so? I thought they would help you arrange a better 'accommodation'. I believe the food there will definitely satisfy you. Why not consider how?"

Every time I see this person, I have to say a few sarcastic words - this has almost become Ogranfer's habit.

"That's a pity. Why don't Mr. Brown Bear go and taste it with me?"

The young man said with a smile on his face.

"I haven't seen each other for a few days, but I've only had the courage to see it."

Ogronfer narrowed his eyes, his words already had a hint of gunpowder.

"Thank you for your compliment. Can Mr. Brown Bear still move after being injured?"

"Of course, I'm sure I'll kill a hundred crispy skins like you in one breath."

"Don't just treat mages as crispy, you should know that there are professions called Fatan in the world."

"What is that?"

"nothing."

"That's how it is."

Ordinary greetings turned into confrontation for some reason.

The air seemed to become thinner for a moment.

The girl slapped Ogranfer and the young man in the face, as if she wanted to persuade the fight, but was afraid that the young man would blame him for meddling in other people's business, so she turned her attention to the old man for asking for help.

"Well! If possible, can you tell me the serious business?"

The old man didn't want to see these two people continue to waste time again, so he interrupted.

“…”

“…”

Ogranfer and the young man looked away at each other.

"So please let me introduce it. This is Mr. Ling Yiling, and next to him is Miss Akina Yuki."

Just the old man introduced it, Ogronfer looked at Ling Yi who was still looking at him and said:

"Have you escaped from prison to Japan? I heard that you had escaped from the government's troops before. It seems that you only have the time to escape."

"What else am I not satisfied with than a magician who can only sit and make someone shoot a crippled gun?"

Ling Yi's smile makes people feel like spring breeze.

But the words said are like the sharpest sword.

"you--!"

Ogranfer opened his eyes like an angry tiger.

Although it was only a moment, the strong magic power overflowed a little from his thick body. Ling Yi was fine. Asano, who had a special purpose, was suffering.

Fortunately, Ling Yi had expected that the twenty-four-hour magic barrier would be opened to form an invisible wall.

"I said to you, when I first met, I thought you were quite calm and rational. You are a reliable person who deserves to be entrusted with important things, but why have you become so impulsive now?"

Ogranfer's mouth twitched slightly for Ling Yi's criticism. He wanted to say that it wasn't you that annoying? But the problem was that it was indeed his fault, so he could only speak silently.
To be continued...