The Kadir family.
"What? Tang En wants to see you? "
Frank thought he had misheard.
Charles and Morton looked at each other, their faces slightly gloomy.
After a moment of silence, Frank said, "Let him in. I'd like to see what this little kid has to say."
After the butler left, Frank said in a low voice, "Didn't Tang En go back to Ellington? How could he still be in Alinx? "
Charles frowned. "Unless he has some means to quickly go back and forth between Ellington and Alinx."
"Teleportation!"
Morton's eyes lit up. "Tang En is a rogue mage. He probably has mastered the Teleportation spell!"
"The Teleportation spell is a level five spell. If he has mastered the Teleportation spell, doesn't that mean that Tang En might be a Grandmaster-level mage? Can a Grandmaster-level rogue mage still be considered a rogue mage? "
Someone who had mastered a level five spell was not necessarily a Grandmaster-level mage, but a Grandmaster-level mage had definitely mastered a level five spell. That was why Frank had lost his composure.
Charles's expression was abnormally bad. If Tang En was really a Grandmaster-level rogue mage, then it was almost 100% certain that he was definitely the one who had secretly done something in the Aristocratic Parliament that day.
What was worse was that a Grandmaster-level mage was a well-known figure even in the City of Silver, not to mention outside.
It should be known that it was not only the Irus Empire, but the other countries in Prandal were also extremely eager for mages to join. Mages who had not joined the City of Silver were simply as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and those who were powerful were even rarer.
Tang En's status in the Irus was probably derived from his strength as a Grandmaster-level rogue mage. That was why Victor had spared no effort to support him!
Frank felt that he had seen the truth.
There was a knock on the door, and the three people in the room put away their uncertain expressions and resumed their indifferent looks.
"Come in."
"Yo, everyone's here."
Tang En glanced at Morton curiously. He had never seen this second son of the Cadier family before. After glancing at him, Tang En lost interest and refocused his attention on Frank, the slit-eyed monster.
Frank said slowly, "Baron Tang En, didn't anyone teach you to be respectful in front of a Duke?"
"Respect? I already have one. Otherwise, I would have sat on the table the moment I came in. "
Tang En waved his hand dismissively. "I'm here to talk to you about something, not to chat."
"What's up? What could have happened to you? "
Charles sneered, "Don't tell me you got another IOU from the Cadier Family?"
"I wish I could, but unfortunately, I don't have one."
Tang En's face was full of regret. "If I could get a few more, I'd be rich."
Charles flew into a rage. "How dare you! Last time, you had Grand Duke Aubrey and Grand Duke Ardern to back you up. This time, you came alone. Who gave you the confidence to be so presumptuous!? "
Morton glanced at his brother and lowered his head helplessly.
Who gave him the confidence to be presumptuous? Didn't we just deduce that he was a Grandmaster Mage?
Did a Grandmaster Mage lack such confidence?
"Wrong, wrong."
Tang En shook his head. "First of all, I didn't come alone, Van Cleef."
"Boss."
Van Cleef appeared from the shadows without a sound.
Charles was shocked to see Van Cleef, but his years of training allowed him to control his facial expression well.
Frank was better at controlling his emotions. After all, he was an old fox who had been in politics for many years. He still had some self-restraint.
"Oh? Baron Tang En, you brought an … assassin to see me. Are you trying to threaten me? "
Old foxes in politics knew this trick. No matter what the real situation was, they would first put a label on the other party.
"Don't be in a hurry to put a label on me."
Tang En curled his lips and sneered. "I let him come out just to let you know that there are some things that everyone should know, Van Cleef."
Van Cleef didn't even look at Charles and the others. He lowered his head, and his figure twisted and disappeared again.
"The second point is about my confidence …"
Tang En stepped forward and looked at them with a playful expression. "You don't think that I need to find a backer to deal with you, do you?"
The oppressive atmosphere made everyone silent.
The incense in the incense burner sizzled, and a faint smoke shrouded Frank's body. No one could see the change in his expression.
"Haha …"
Frank suddenly laughed. "Baron Tang En really likes to joke. Come, give him a seat!"
"No need, I've prepared my own seat."
Tang En snapped his fingers lightly, and a leisure chair that he made with alchemy appeared beside him. Then, he sat in front of Frank. At the same time, the Hand of Magic poured tea from a steaming teapot. His leisurely look was indescribably comfortable.
Charles looked at the ring on Tang En's hand with jealousy.
Spatial equipment …
Even the Cadier Family didn't have many of them. This guy actually used such a precious spatial equipment to store a seat. It was such an outrageous waste!
Frank didn't have much of a reaction. The ring on his hand was also a spatial equipment, and its quality was not bad.
Although spatial equipment was rare, it was still something in the field of magic. Among the mages, there were still many spatial equipment.
However …
Frank's gaze fell on the teacup that Tang En was holding.
Using spatial equipment to store a seat and a tea set wasn't a big deal, but …
What Frank cared about was the tea in the teacup.
The tea was golden in color, but it was very clear. It emitted a tempting fragrance. Just by smelling the fragrance, his aging body seemed to have awakened its potential. Every cell in his hungry body was desperately absorbing that fragrance, as if it contained some kind of power.
What was this?
Seeing Tang En happily drinking that mysterious golden tea, Frank suppressed his curiosity. He knew that he couldn't ask, he shouldn't ask, and he didn't dare to ask.
It was a very blissful feeling that made him want to moan, but Frank felt fear.
He knew that he was old, but the power contained in that fragrance seemed to be able to rejuvenate him and restore his vitality.
It was a very intoxicating and addictive feeling. It was full of fatal temptation.
As an extremely rational person, and at the same time, there was another force hidden in his body, but he was instinctively afraid of this feeling of losing control.
Desire and fear. The contradictory feelings made Frank's heart ache.
He was afraid of knowing the truth.
That would make him despair.
Why wouldn't he dare to ask about something that could restore one's youth? Why was he afraid of knowing?
Because he had made a choice for his own life, and now he had no other choice.
If he were to know that there was another way to restore one's youth besides the one he had chosen, he would really fall into despair.
Tang En noticed Frank's conflicted gaze. "You seem to be very curious about my tea? Do you want a cup? "
Frank opened his mouth, then closed his eyes in pain and shook his head. "No."
Tang En smiled brightly. "Well, I didn't plan to treat you to a cup anyway."
Frank: "… …"
Charles: "… …"
Morton: "… …"
The room fell into silence again. Only the sound of Tang En gently sipping his tea could be heard.
"Okay, don't play the silent game anymore."
After drinking a cup of tea, the comfortable Tang En stretched and broke the silence. "We all know very well what you've done, and you also know what the consequences will be for you if I hand this matter over to Victor. We're not fools, so let's make a deal."
Frank narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Are you going to play dumb with me?"
Tang En pursed his lips. With a snap of his fingers, Poison Scythe's tattered corpse appeared beside him. "I don't think I need to introduce who he is, right?"
"Sorry, I don't know him."
Frank shook his head. "Baron Tang En, is there anything else you want?"
"It seems that you don't want to make a deal with me. In that case, I can only go to His Majesty Victor. I'm sure he'll be happy to see me."
Tang En did not waste time talking nonsense with Frank. He put away the corpse and the chair, got up and left.
In a negotiation, the most important thing was to take the initiative. He was not stupid, and neither was Frank. He pretended to be stupid just to get more initiative. But when he saw Tang En get up and leave without hesitation, even Frank was a little impatient.
Because if this matter fell into Victor's hands, it would indeed become a strong evidence for him to deal with the aristocratic party. It would be a reason that the aristocratic parliament could not refute.
One …
Two …
Three …
Tang En counted silently in his heart.
He was betting.
But even if he lost the bet, he would not lose anything. But Frank was different. If he lost the bet, he would lose at least a layer of skin.
Four …
Five …
Frank's voice came from behind. "Baron Tang En, the weather this afternoon is good. Are you interested in sitting in the garden with me?"
He won the bet.
Tang En stopped in his tracks. "I'll wait for you in the garden."
With that, he left.
In the room, Frank's face immediately became gloomy and scary.
"What did I say before?"
Frank's hazy eyes stared at Charles and Morton. "Before the real results of the investigation are out, don't test Tang En! Now, you actually sent Poison Sickle to assassinate him!? "
"Father …"
Charles's head was covered in cold sweat. "Before you gave the order, Poison Sickle and the others had already set off."
"Are you explaining to me?"
Charles's whole body went cold.
Morton hurriedly said, "Father, you can't blame Brother. This is already in the past. Now, the most important thing is to figure out two things. First, why did our family's loyalist, Van Cleef, seek refuge with Tang En? Second, what exactly does Tang En want?"
"That's right …"
Frank exhaled a black breath, leaned back in his chair, and was silent for a moment. Then he said, "I'll negotiate with him later. Charles, the position of acting patriarch will be handed over to Morton for the time being. You should reflect on your actions first."
Morton was overjoyed. Charles' face stiffened, and he bowed his head and said, "Yes, Father."
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