Chapter 1846
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Before Angor could turn on the screen, he heard some rustling noise behind him. He turned around and saw Greya taking out a dark fairytale-style Throne of Spades out of nowhere.
Greya leaned against her throne lazily while playing with a few Spades cards in her hand. She looked relaxed, but her attention was actually on the screen.
"Is this really necessary?" Angor looked at Greya who was already using the Throne of Spades and complained in his mind.
"You don't understand." Greya covered her red lips with a card and looked at Angor with an indecipherable expression.
"Fine, I don't understand. But don't you think this seat doesn't fit my study?" Angor couldn't help but remind her.
Greya tilted her head and looked around. Angor's study was designed in a typical nobleman's style. Most of the furniture was dark ochre. Occasionally, there would be some bright mahogany. Indeed, her Throne of Spades didn't match.
Greya considered for a moment and said, "Help me. I can use illusions to protect myself, but Lydia might see through my background."
"Why do you have to do this?"
Greya did not answer. "You don't understand." Again, she tried to brush him off.
Angor looked at Greya's stubbornness and sighed deeply. He lifted his foot and stomped heavily on the ground. A ripple of energy appeared under his feet and spread across the entire study like a shockwave.
Greya's vision blurred for a second, and the world around her dimmed. She looked around and saw a dark church covered in rose patterns. The Throne of Spades was right in front of the church, and behind it was a window with a black background.
It looked strange and solemn, which perfectly fit Greya's Throne of Spades style.
"Thank you." Greya smiled at Angor, but the next second, she put away her smile and put on an indifferent look.
It seemed that Greya was ready to "fight" Lydia.
He turned on the screen and saw Greya's face. Greya lifted her head slightly and gave Angor an arrogant look.
"Oh? Isn't this Greya? You're back to your old look? Actually, I think you looked even prettier than before. "An old man's voice sounded from the screen.
Not Lydia? Greya looked down and saw Mithra's red-haired face on the screen.
"Where are you? It looks like a church …" Mithra's voice was still coming. Angor noticed that Greya was about to lose her composure. He quickly went to the screen and explained why he needed to set up a church.
Mithra didn't know what Greya was thinking either. "Greya did the right thing. Just stay out of it." A gentle female voice came from beside Mithra.
"Is Lady Yeliah nearby?"
Mithra stroked his beard and nodded. "She took Toya to buy tickets for Sharee's magic show. She knew I was at the signal tower, so she dropped by to look for me."
As soon as Mithra finished his words, a chubby little thing rushed to the center of the screen.
This little fatty with totem tattoos on his face was none other than Tu Yao.
Toya pointed at the card in Greya's hand with a chubby finger. "It's a card! I want poker cards too! "
A pair of well-maintained hands reached out from the side, grabbed Toya's collar, and dragged him out of the screen's range. At the same time, Angor heard Lady Yeliah scolding Toya.
"Don't mind them. Let's get back to business." Mithra didn't look at Toya. Instead, he looked at Angor. "I just contacted the Falvins for you. They said they need to make some preparations and use my signal tower to contact you."
Angor nodded. In other words, Floating Mech City's Signal Tower 1 would act as a medium to connect him and the Falvins. This was a common practice when both parties didn't know each other's signal tower.
"What did they say?"
Mithra shook his head. "Who knows. Maybe they're going to ask Lydia."
While Mithra was talking, a series of beeping sounds came from the other side of the screen. Mithra looked down and said, "The Farwenses have contacted me. Should I connect them to you now?"
"Sure." Angor nodded.
As soon as he finished speaking, the screen made a "zi —" sound, and the scene changed.
A sea of fiery red appeared in the center of the screen. He tried to take a closer look, but Greya suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. "What? What? What?" Greya suddenly tapped on Angor's shoulder.
Angor looked back and saw Greya pointing to the side with her index finger.
She was clearly telling him to step aside.
Angor considered. Greya would be the one to negotiate with Huston the eyeless man anyway. It didn't matter if he was there or not.
With that in mind, he stepped aside and let Greya see what was going on.
Angor could still see what was happening on the screen. He thought he saw flower petals, and he was right. When the fiery light faded away, a red lotus garden appeared in front of him under the fiery glow of the sunset.
He finally understood why Greya was so stubborn about it.
Compared to Greya, Lydia was even more exaggerated.
Lydia was wearing a bright red dress. She was standing in the middle of the red lotus garden with bare feet. Her makeup was so thick that she looked like a Ghost Baron who just sucked blood. Together with the crimson light and the countless blooming red lotuses in the garden, she looked strangely beautiful.
Flower petals were drifting in the wind. Lydia looked like a temptress amidst the rain of petals. Her every move was gorgeous.
Angor didn't know what to say.
He had seen Lydia before. She was arrogant and wicked, but he had never seen her this pompous.
Greya gave Angor a look that said, "Do you understand now? It's not that I want to do this, but I can't lose. "
"Isn't this Greya? I thought I contacted Angor. Why — "Lydia's voice came from the screen.
"I'm sure you know why I contacted you, Miss Lydia. The eyeless man has something to do with Greya, so I won't show up. Greya will talk to you, "Angor explained.
Lydia looked a little disappointed, but she quickly covered it up and focused on Greya. "By the way, I heard a rumor about you."
"Oh?" Greya was still playing with her cards when she glanced at Angor.
Lydia said, "I heard that you've been using other forms. I heard that you've lost your body?"
Clearly, he was implying that Greya's current appearance was all an act.
Greya chuckled nonchalantly. "It doesn't matter whether I lost my body or not. Even without it, I can still walk my path as a wizard. It won't affect my ability to create spells.
"As for appearances, you'll use whatever makes you feel the most comfortable. You don't have to create a fake one. "
Lydia narrowed her eyes. "Is that so?"
"Of course."
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