C424 Dark temple

In Europe, within a mysterious ancient castle, golden-haired beauties wearing black and white maid outfits were shuttling back and forth. Some of them were carrying golden plates, while others were carrying red wine. They appeared to be in a very orderly fashion. Not a single one of these young ladies didn't look like beauties that could topple empires.

Sunlight passed through the gates of the castle but couldn't penetrate inside.

A carriage was parked at the entrance. A man wearing a tuxedo and a big hat got off the carriage. After the man got off the car, he hurriedly tossed the hat on his head to the young girl standing by the door. Then, he raised his head to look at the dazzling sunlight in the sky.

"Damn it, I hate such good weather the most. This damn sunlight makes me feel uncomfortable all over!"

With that, the man walked into the ancient castle without looking back.

This mysterious ancient castle had stood here for at least a thousand years. The inside of the castle was very elegant, but there wasn't even the slightest bit of light.

The man walked for a long time until he reached the end of the ancient castle. Only then did he stop at the door. The blonde lady guarding the door said teasingly, "Oh, my dear Miss Kathleen, it's been a few days since I last saw you. You look more and more beautiful than ever!"

The woman laughed coquettishly and said to the man, "Marquis Bessman, your mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter!"

Bessman and Kathleen gave a French kiss with their faces close to each other. Bessman then asked, "Miss Kathleen, has our great Hall Master Lord woken up?"

"Marquis Bessman, you're really lucky today. Master is already awake and eating!"

Bessman's face lit up and he quickly praised, "Oh, is that so? Thank God!"

After saying that, Bessman suddenly realized something was wrong and hurriedly changed his words, "Pah pah pah, damn God, how can I thank him? I should be thanking the great Satan God!"

Looking at Bessman's cute appearance, Kathleen immediately laughed.

At this moment, a low voice sounded out from the room. "Bessman, since you're here, why aren't you rushing in. If you dare to tease my maid again, I'll kill you!"

This rude voice scared Bessman so much that his whole body trembled. He hurriedly shrunk his neck and pushed open the door, entering the room. However, before they entered the room, Bessman did not forget to blow a kiss to the little beauty Kathleen.

Kathleen smiled with a flushed face.

The room at the end of the castle was very large and spacious. The floor of the room was laid with a table in the middle. In the corner of the room was a coffin, which looked very strange.

At the end of the table, a young man was sitting, holding a knife and fork in a very traditional manner, enjoying the deliciousness of the table.

The young man was dressed in a white suit, and looked to be around twenty years old. He had blue hair and golden eyes, and his face gave off a feminine air. It could even be said that he was a bit devilish.

The young man seemed to be in a good mood as he forked a piece of half-cooked beef.

"Bessman, do you want to sit down and eat together?" The young man mocked, then waved his glass at Bessman.

The red wine in the cup was very viscous, and at the same time, it emitted a faint smell of blood.

Bessman gulped. Although his eyes were filled with desire, he still shook his head and said, "No, no, mighty Lord Hall Master. Subordinate has already eaten!"

The young man smiled and said, "Alright, alright, what a pity, this is the fresh blood of a virgin picked today. It seems that you won't be able to enjoy it!"

The young man said as he leisurely enjoyed his lunch with a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine.

Bessman stood quietly by the side, waiting. It wasn't until the young man put down his knife and fork and wiped the corner of his mouth with a silk handkerchief that Bessman took a shallow step forward as if he had something to say.

The young man tilted his head and glanced at Bessman before raising his hand to look at the watch on his wrist. He said in confusion, "Oh, Bessman, it's only 1 o'clock in the afternoon. You shouldn't be moving out at this hour, right?

"Yes, almighty Lord Hall Master, is it really urgent that I come to disturb you?"

"Tell me what happened. Did those people from the Holy Church do something?" The young man said with a smile on his face. It was obvious that he was joking.

However, Bessman's face was solemn as he promptly waved his hand, "No, no, Lord Hall Master, the Holy Church did not do anything. It's just that something happened to the vice Hall Master in charge of the Dark Hall!"

"Dark Hall?" The young man pinched his own brain and thought for a moment: "Oh, it's that Dark Archmage called Wu Sa? What can happen to him? "

"The thing is, Wu Sa has an illegitimate child called Sa Er, a local warlord in Myanmar. Recently, he has encountered some problems, and Wu Sa wants to ask the Hall Master Master to use his Dark Temple to help him fight a civil war!"

"Burma?" The young man's face revealed an unhappy expression, he shook his head and said: "What's the meaning of that kind of place? "No, no."

After a pause, the young man continued: "What's more, didn't Wu Sai have a few bugs under his hand? It's fine if they are sent over, but why would they ask for my help? Isn't this making a big deal out of nothing? "

"This …"

Bessman's face looked troubled. After thinking for a while, he said, "Lord Hall Master, there are indeed a few eastern adepts under Wu Sai's command. However, they are all dead now! It is said that they all died at the hands of a young expert from the East. "

"Dead?" The young man abruptly stood up from the table, a cold light emitting from his pair of golden eyes.

Bessman's heart skipped a beat and he knew that things weren't going well. Bessman understood his own Hall Master the best. Although this Hall Master usually looked carefree, once he encountered something, he would always try to protect his own weakness. Especially if someone died in the Temple, he would be the most furious.

Laughing sinisterly, the young man could not stop rubbing the corner of his mouth: "Interesting, interesting, there's actually someone in the east who dares to kill my Dark Temple's people!"

Slightly tapping on the table, the young man remained silent for a while, before laughing again, "Alright, Marquis Bessman, since you were the one who brought this up, then you should make a trip to Burma with 15 Temple Guards to help that Usha son stabilize the situation there."

The voice of the young man once again grew dark and cold: "Of course, at the same time go to the east and investigate who exactly touched my Dark Temple's people!"

"Yes, Lord Hall Master, this subordinate will set off now!" After receiving the order, Bessman immediately turned around and prepared to leave.

However, he was once again stopped by the young man. "Wait …"

"Lord Hall Master, you, what other orders do you have?"

The young man laughed evilly as he played with the crystal wine cup in his hand, "I heard that some of the treasures in Myanmar are quite good, so I also heard that you brought some back for me. I was getting tired of using my glass, so I decided to change it to a set of emeralds. Of course, the girls from the East are also not bad. If possible, bring some back as well. It's not bad to get used to eating steak and sometimes change your taste! "

"Yes, Lord Hall Master!"

Bessman nodded his head lightly and left the room.

Before long, a burst of hearty laughter came from within the room, "Hahaha, Myanmar, Myanmar, interesting, interesting. Now that a hundred years had passed, it seemed that the third holy war between the East and the West was about to begin. Kou Zhenhai, the nameless old monk, and the old monster from the Polo Sect, just you wait. I, Carl Asura, will soon be able to repay the debt of blood you paid a hundred years ago. "