Chapter 342
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"We have been invited as well?"
Schmidt looked at Rosland Landsky in astonishment.
Around ten minutes after Kieran and the others had returned to 1st Black Street, Rosland, who had temporarily taken over his granddaughter's job, had paid them a visit.
He had brought with him some surprising news. The Shepherds of Death had sent out new invitations.
Everyone in the room, except for Charles and Boller, who had fainted, had received an invitation.
"That's not all. According to the information I've received, they've sent out a lot more invitations than just you guys. All the famous West Coast mystics have been invited as well. The Shepherds have even rented Molson Castle for the time being and are using it as the venue for the banquet.
They've given up on hiding and decided to come out into the open … "
"I don't think this is good news!"
Rosland said.
The others did not refute him. They just frowned.
No one in the room was an idiot.
The Shepherds' unusual actions all pointed to one thing: they were confident in their victory.
That was the only way they could send out invitations and turn the dark into the light.
Everyone unconsciously shifted their gaze to Kieran, who looked calm.
"What about the East Coast?"
Kieran looked at Rosland and asked.
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"I haven't received any news from the East Coast, but I'm sure they have arrived on the West Coast.
They'll be waiting for your return, sir!
After all, Philly had brought back your declaration. Judging from the East Coast mystics' style, they won't let this go easily! "
Rosland said confidently.
"Let's hope they are as the rumors say!"
Kieran said calmly.
The appearance of the East Coast mystics was part of Kieran's plan.
In other words, it was Kieran's goal as well.
Kieran wouldn't even be surprised if they joined forces with the Shepherds.
That's right, they joined forces!
When the Shepherds had changed their ways, Kieran had come up with such a theory.
He had no proof, but he was sure of it.
That was the only possible explanation for the Shepherds' unusual behavior.
Kieran was not the only one who thought of this possibility.
However, before anyone could bring it up, Kieran changed the topic.
The conversation after that was more of a casual chat.
About half an hour later, Rosland stood up and left.
The old man walked out of 1st Black Street and got into a car waiting for him by the roadside.
Inside the car, Tally lit a special, thin, lady's cigarette. She leaned back in her seat and stared at 1st Black Street not far away.
He was indifferent to Rosland's return.
As the smoke lingered, it added a sense of mystery to her beautiful face.
Similarly, the smoke was filled with danger.
Just by looking at the driver who was covering his mouth and nose, one could guess a thing or two.
Rosland looked at his granddaughter and frowned.
"Are you protesting against me?"
He asked.
"Is it effective?"
Tally tilted her head and looked at her grandfather.
Without waiting for the old man to reply, he continued speaking.
"It doesn't look like it's working!
You do things your way and I kill time in my own way. What's wrong with that?
You've already taken away my identity as the first heir. What's wrong with that? "
Tally took another deep puff.
"Enough!"
The old man snatched the cigarette that was mixed with too many special drugs and threw it out of the car window.
Throughout the whole process, Landsky did not resist at all.
She faced everything with a calm gaze.
The old man's chest heaved up and down violently.
In the end, he calmed down.
He slumped back into his seat like a deflated balloon.
"You know what?
"You look exactly the same as the Bird of Death right now!"
The old man said.
"Tsk, he realized something was wrong, but he still didn't ask for your help?"
Tally smacked her lips as if she was praising and ridiculing Kieran.
"Not only did he not ask for help, but he didn't seem to care at all. It's as if he doesn't care about the alliance between the East Coast and the Shepherds. I admit that he is strong, but the alliance between the East Coast and the Shepherds is strong too!
More importantly, his trump card of transforming into the devil has been exposed! "
At this point, the old man sighed softly.
"The East Coast and the Shepherds must be prepared. They won't be caught off guard like the last time at the docks!
I'm starting to regret working with them this time!
"The Bird of Death has lost his sense of himself after his last victory!"
The old man shook his head repeatedly.
"Ha!
Then why don't you think 2567 has a chance of winning? "
Tally refuted her grandfather, as if she was still throwing a tantrum.
However, the old man did not care about his granddaughter. He ordered the driver.
"Drive!"
The black car sped away.
The spies hidden in every corner of the West Coast also left with the driver.
They brought back accurate news for their respective factions.
The Bird of Death had returned.
In less than half an hour, the various forces on the West Coast received this accurate news.
Some were happy.
Some were worried.
Some were overflowing with killing intent.
Philly did not belong to any of the above categories.
He was happy and worried at the same time.
He was happy because Kieran had finally returned.
He was worried about his own fate.
He looked at the well-dressed middle-aged man in front of him with a flattering smile.
"Lord Barry, the Bird of Death has returned."
The invitation has also been delivered to his friend. Given Simones's traditional personality, he will definitely come. The Bird of Death will also come!
Even if they find out something is wrong! "
Philly said as he bowed and nodded.
It was as if he had become a kowtowing bug.
"Well done, Philly!"
The well-dressed middle-aged man said.
Philly was overjoyed.
However, his face was filled with fear and trepidation.
"Everything was planned by Lord Barry. I only played an insignificant role!"
He raised his right hand with great effort and pinched his little finger with his thumb, revealing a tiny fingernail that couldn't be seen without careful observation.
This kind of action and words made the well-dressed middle-aged man in front of him very satisfied.
He waved his hand.
Philly left the room as if he had just been pardoned.
"No, I have to find a way to leave!
One is the Bird of Death and the other is the evil spirit!
I'll be crushed to pieces if I'm caught in the middle of these monsters!
Damn it!
What should I do? "
The gears in Philly's mind spun rapidly.
He regretted his foolish decision to bring the news back to the East Coast.
He should have gotten someone else to deliver the letter.
"I'm just too honest …"
"Huh?"
Philly suddenly saw a man in the corridor.
It was a man in long pants and a jacket. His blonde hair was shaved off from his temples, leaving only a long piece on the top of his head.
An idea popped up in Philly's mind.
"Hi, messenger!"
I have an express delivery that I need your help with. I know you're busy helping the Shepherds send out all kinds of invitations.
"However, I can give you ten times the reward!"
Philly stroked his moustache, not minding the man's disregard as he jogged over.
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