Mystic Holy See

On June 16, Zhanhai District, Ophelie Manor.

A black-and-gold invitation was delivered to Ophelie, who was dealing with various matters in the study.

Ophelia opened it expressionlessly, and wrote briefly on it:

"Dear Miss Ophelie Arendine, I will come at midnight for a glass of wine."

"Oh, arrogant." She sneered and tore the invitation to pieces.

The woman in the blue skirt was wearing an emerald green gauze skirt today and asked carefully, "I think, could this be a letter from 'him'?"

"It's very possible." Ophelie was dissatisfied with the tone of the letter writer, but also thought about its origin.

The mysterious person who sent the 'Blessings of the Seamen'.

"What shall we do?" asked the woman in the green skirt.

"Prepare the wine." Ophelia's slender body stood up from the seat, looking at the slightly gloomy weather outside the window, "Also get your sword ready!"

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At midnight, a misty light rain fell in the sky, and there was a thin mist of rain in the air.

Ophelie Manor is brightly lit, with guards patrolling everywhere, and the Beyonders hired by Opheli are distributed in various important locations.

I don't know how the person who wants to drink wine will appear, Ophelie made the most prudent choice.

When the hour hand and minute hand of the wall clock coincide in the center, steady footsteps appear on the straight avenue outside the manor along with the midnight clock.

The guards held the handle of the musket in their hands and looked at the rain curtain in the distance with a serious look.

It was a man in a black robe with gold trim.

He is not tall, but his waist is straight and his steps are steady through the rain forest. The white mask on his face is like a smile, which makes the guards feel a sense of depression out of thin air.

He walked closer, bent his right arm in a gentleman's salute, and said with a smile, "Good evening, gentlemen."

The captain of the guard took a few steps forward and said solemnly, "This is Ophelie Manor, what's the matter?"

Sunderland said casually, "Come and have a drink of the wine you ordered."

The captain of the guard looked at him with burning eyes, and said after a few seconds, "This gentleman, please."

He turned sideways, and the two guards opened the door.

Sunderland stepped forward, walking lightly and steadily.

The maid stepped forward and led Sunderland through the gorgeous door, all the way to the hall.

The light of the gas lamps filled the room, and on the long ornate table there were exquisite silver candlesticks, which flickered faintly.

Ophelia, who was wearing a pure white off-shoulder dress, sat in the main seat with a cold face. Even when the guests walked in, she didn't show the slightest smile. Her frosty gaze was like a sword, and she wanted to pierce Sunderland's mask.

The maid bowed slightly and stood on the side of the hall, waiting for the order.

"Please take a seat." Ophelia cut a small piece of steak in front of her, revealing the **** flesh, and said briefly at the same time.

Sunderland felt a little suppressed by her aura, so she stabilized her mind and controlled her voice and said solemnly, "Miss Ophelie, I bring my sincere greetings to a distinguished gentleman."

"Oh?" Ophelie stopped her knife and fork and said coldly, "Why didn't that 'honourable gentleman' come to see me in person?"

"Because you don't know how the wine here tastes, sir." Sunderland sat down steadily, picked up the wine glass placed in front of him with the most standard etiquette, and sniffed the fragrance of the red wine.

However, all red wines look the same in Sunderland, with the same purple peach flavor!

Ophelie forked a small piece of steak and put it in her mouth, not mind showing the way her mouth was chewing.

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

Neither of them were in a hurry, just like children competing for who can hold their breath the longest.

Ophelie ate the steak with a straight face, wiped her red lips, and the maid put away the plate and sent it out of the hall.

"How do you know the taste of fine wine if you don't taste it?" Ophelie said slightly sarcastically, seeing that the other party didn't touch the mask, and the drink was not exhausted.

"I'm not tasting the wine in my hand. It doesn't matter if I import it or not." Sunderland put the wine glass on the table casually, and the red wine swirled in the glass like a vortex.

Ophelie was very tired of playing this kind of trick, and said directly: "Don't waste each other's time, tell me, what is your purpose?"

This was exactly what Sunderland wanted. He smiled and said, "Are you satisfied with the formula?"

"Very good." Ophelie disdain to lie, this war potion has allowed her to successfully close the relationship with several rank 3 Beyonders.

Sunderland's eyes narrowed, playing with his taste: "So, how much profit are you going to give up?"

Ophelie sneered: "What if I don't let it?"

"It doesn't matter, we can cooperate with Mr. Arendine." Sunderland had long heard of Ophelia Arendine's strong style, as expected.

Ophelie stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "You are very courageous."

"No, I'm actually very timid." Sunderland shook the glass again.

"Thirty percent." Ophelia said decisively, her tone full of unquestionable affirmation.

"Seventy percent." Sunderland spit out two words.

"Forty percent!" The woman emphasized her tone.

"Sixty percent."

"Fifty percent." Her voice dropped again.

"Sixty percent." Sunderland's tone was slightly smiling.

"Don't go too far." Ophelia's eyes were wrapped in swords again.

"No, it's you who don't go too far." Sunderland shook his head, "Ophilie Arendine, the second lady of the Marquis House, you are so honorable that you are willing to spend a beautiful rainy night with me here, and everyone knows the reason. Why try to destroy our friendship?"

She was not looking at the Rank 3 potion formula she had already held in her hand, but the follow-up!

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So Sunderland didn't panic at all, he didn't care whether it was 50% or 60%, but the prestige of killing the opponent.

On this long table, there is only the distinction between the host and the guest, and there is no difference between the strong and the weak!

Ophelie snorted coldly, put aside the question, and said bluntly: "What are you paying for? What do you want to get?"

Sunderland stopped playing with his fingers on the wine glass and said softly, "We don't want much. We will get some help from you at the right time."

"A little bit?" she questioned.

"Well." Sunderland didn't explain.

Why do you need to explain? If you can do it, you can do it, if you can't do it, can you do it?

Talking about this degree, there is no need to waste time.

"Then what can I get?" Ophelia's eyes were bright, this was her focus!

"First let us see your sincerity for the 'Blessings of the Sea People'." Sunderland said slowly: "If the cooperation is pleasant, let's talk about the next step of cooperation."

"Please speak directly!"

"We want to hold an 'auction' and need you to help us invite a few guests."

Ophelia pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Am I among the invited guests?"

"If you're willing to show your face."

"Okay."

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