Chapter 66
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Behind the wooden door was a huge room. The walls were all made of stone bricks.
In the middle of the room was a high back chair. A middle-aged man in a tuxedo was sitting on the high back chair.
The middle-aged man swirled the goblet in his hand. The transparent liquid swirled inside and the aroma filled the room.
Zhang Jue felt strange. He originally came to find the dragon. Why was there a man here?
The man looked at Zhang Jue and said, "Hello."
Zhang Jue shrugged. "Can I say no?"
"Why?"
Zhang Jue snorted. "You're sitting on a chair while the guest is standing. That's not how you treat a guest."
The middle-aged man nodded. "You're right."
He waved the hand that held the goblet in front of him in the open space.
A high back chair similar to the one behind him appeared out of thin air.
Zhang Jue was a magician, but he had never seen such a superb performance.
However, Zhang Jue didn't hold back. Without waiting for him to speak, Zhang Jue acted like he was at home. He sat down on the chair and faced the man.
"A cup of cappuccino, thank you." Zhang Jue said.
The middle-aged man was stunned. He immediately shook his head. He seemed to be helpless against Zhang Jue's friendliness.
He waved his hand again. A cup of coffee appeared in front of Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue held the coffee in his hand. He found that it was still hot. He took a sip and let out a satisfied sigh.
He was probably the first person in history to enjoy a cup of hot coffee in the depths of the Alps.
The man looked at Zhang Jue and said, "You don't seem to be afraid of me."
Zhang Jue shrugged. "Why should I be afraid of you?"
This kind of word game was very boring. The man didn't continue. Instead, he looked at Zhang Jue with interest.
Similarly, Zhang Jue looked at him openly.
There was no doubt that the man in front of him had a powerful reality distortion ability.
Zhang Jue remembered that when SCP-343 proved to the foundation that it was a "god", it took out a hamburger out of thin air.
This man could create a chair and a cup of coffee with a wave of his hand. Who knew which of the two was stronger?
"You actually passed the test I set up. You're not simple." The man said, "Originally, I didn't want anyone to disturb me."
"That's nothing to me," Zhang Jue replied. "So, those people outside didn't pass the test?"
He was referring to the group of people from Snake's Hand.
The middle-aged man smiled but didn't answer his question. Instead, he said: "You're a member of the SCP"
Most of Zhang Jue's equipment had the SCP insignia on them, so they couldn't deny it.
Based on this man's tone, he seemed to know about the SCP Foundation. Perhaps he had even been taken in by them before.
Zhang Jue shrugged. "Boss, I'm indeed a member of the SCP, but I've only joined the Golden Foundation for a few days, and I've already found them an eyesore. If you want to, I won't interfere. If you want, I can even show you the way."
"Don't be nervous. I don't want to do anything to you." The middle-aged man swirled the glass in his hand. He looked at the transparent liquid swirling in the glass. "I just thought of an old friend. He's also a member of the SCP. I sent him a message, but I don't know if he'll come to see me."
Old friend?
So, this person doesn't have a grudge against the foundation?
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