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In the living room, Anzomelon was wearing white clothes, sitting upright, and talking to Thalia.

Seeing Zhao Guangli and others walking in, the Son of Light immediately stood up and greeted him with a bright smile.

"Classmate Zhao Guangli!"

Zhao Guangli always felt that it was reasonable for Anzumelun to be called the Son of Light by the world.

This guy's smile is truly innocent, the kind of smile that comes from the inside out.

In the midst of major events, Anzomelen showed himself to be a righteous young man without a doubt, and Heinrich, the human lie detector around him, spoke highly of this man.

"Anzomelon is an undisputed good man, just and kind. At least on a moral level, you can't find any shortcomings in him."

Recalling Heinrich's words, Zhao Guangli subconsciously thought about more things.

Anzomelon is the only successor of the Ciro family.

He has a strict family tradition and follows the rules the most, and he held up the banner of neutrality during the Blood Essence Incident.

While Zhao Guangli was driving the sky dragon to bloodbath ten nobles, the Xiro family took the lead and formed an alliance with the Church of Glory to massacre the lower blood essence nobles.

This is what Zhao Guangli wants to see, but the problem is...

It always feels a little strange.

"Mr. Anzomelon is here to invite you."

At this moment, Thalia spoke.

During these days, Zhao Guangli and others did not return to the Tianqi Courtyard, but lived in the secluded mansion of the Thalia family. On the one hand, they were counting a large number of goods received, and on the other hand...

Thalia is different from Heinrich and others. Thalia is a noble and there is a hidden supernatural power behind her, but she has never mentioned it to Zhao Guangli.

And in the true sense, he is a great nobleman who possesses super power.

But the target of Zhao Guangli and others is the nobles.

If destiny wants to save the human world, it must get rid of cancers like the nobles. There is no doubt about this.

Zhao Guangli calmed down his emotions and nodded to Thalia.

"Invite me?"

Zhao Guangli was a little surprised.

Anzomelon kept a bright smile on his handsome face, and everyone around him seemed to be affected by him: "It's a family dinner."

"To celebrate the defeat of the blood elf forces, the family hopes that you can honor it."

"Our Siro family has prepared a special dinner..." At this point, Anzomelon paused: "It's just a private dinner. Apart from my family and classmate Zhao Guangli, there should be no one else.

"

"Here is the invitation."

Zhao Guangli received the pure white invitation. It did not have the pure white and gilded picture he imagined, but was surprisingly simple and neat, with a blade-shaped pattern in the center shining brightly.

"Pure white blade, this is the emblem of our Siro family."

Anzomelon explained seriously: "It doesn't mean anything else, it's just a casual meal."

Zhao Guangli looked at Anzumelun's handsome face, and there was nothing he could refuse.

The Siro family is the family with the best reputation in the entire human world.

They left almost no family assets. Every direct descendant is polite, attaches great importance to rules and etiquette, and is very good at treating others.

This kind of aristocratic power can almost be regarded as the clear stream in the emperor's capital.

Anzomelon seems to be a pretty good guy. I think the family that can cultivate this child of light should also be quite good.

"Okay, I'll come."

Zhao Guangli replied.

"Okay, that's good."

Anzomelon breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course, my father said, you can also bring a female companion."

Female companion?

"Do I need to wear any dress? Actually, I'm not used to wearing that kind of thing."

Zhao Guangli said smoothly: "And neither do I."

Thalia interrupted at the right time: "In fact, my side will be ready."

That's okay.

Anzumelun did not continue on this matter. After completing the task, Anzumelun blinked at Zhao Guangli with his big eyes.

"The task assigned to me by my family has been completed, but I really have too many doubts about classmate Zhao Guangli."

Anzomelon coughed and opened his big, watery eyes.

Zhao Guangli felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by a man like this.

"Classmate Zhao Guangli, after the big incident, can you continue to control [Olyxis]?"

As soon as Anzomelon said these words, there was a strange silence around him.

Thalia's expression changed, her hands moved behind her, and she made two gentle gestures.

In an instant, the strong man hiding in the living room completely retreated.

Zhao Guangli's eyes narrowed.

If this is someone else's problem, Zhao Guangli must think about the other person's intentions.

But Anzomelon is slightly different.

He seemed to really just want to know the answer to this question.

The young Son of Light's eyes were sincere, like the newborn sun. He looked gentle and weak, but Zhao Guangli knew that the high-intensity ball of light around him was not easy to get along with.

"I can't answer this question now."

Zhao Guangli said.

Anzomelon was a little discouraged after hearing this answer: "Ah, sorry, sorry, I really shouldn't ask this kind of question."

The appearance of the Son of Light can almost be described as delicate. If she had a ponytail, Zhao Guangli would always feel like an ordinary high school girl.

No, there will be problems if you think about it any longer. Anzomelon was identified by Zhao Guangli's sniper scope, but he is a serious man.

"Now all the extraordinary forces in the Emperor's Capital want to know whether Zhao Guangli can continue to control the sky dragon [Olyxis], not just the Son of Light."

Thalia covered her face with a white fan and smiled lightly.

When Anzomelon thought that this was indeed the case, his previous embarrassment eased a little.

He straightened up and asked his second question.

"It is said... I mean it is said."

The Son of Light said seriously: "Besides those four noble families, is there anyone else who is the real source of blood essence?"

Zhao Guangli did not hide this point anymore. When Ponte Morgan was killed by pure white hands that appeared out of nowhere, it was in full public view. It really looked more like he was being silenced.

"It's true. Each family's share of blood essence will be handed over to a certain mysterious force every year."

Zhao Guangli looked at the appearance of the Son of Light. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this guy fit his own taste... No, he couldn't look at it any more.

"The value of those blood essences is immeasurable. Based on the share over the years, unless it remains hidden, this force must be at the top level."

"By the way."

Zhao Guangli whispered: "According to what Ponte Morgan said before he died, the source of the blood essence is a certain noble family."

"To be called great by Ponte, I'm afraid there are only... ten seats, right?"

Anzomelon's eyes flashed.

"Continue to hide?"

The Son of Light nodded seriously and clenched his fist: "I understand."

"I will use my own hands to uncover the source hidden in the darkness...in the name of Anzomelon Ciro."