Chapter 232 Fatal Temptation

The Qadir family.

"What? Tang En wants to see you?"

Frank thought he had heard wrongly.

Charles and Molton looked at each other, their expressions darkening.

After pondering for a moment, Frank said: "Let him come in, I want to see what this kid wants to say."

After the butler left, Frank said in a deep voice: "Didn't Tang En return to Ellington? How could he still be in Arinks?"

Charles frowned: "Unless he has some means to quickly travel back and forth between Ellington and Arinks."

"Teleportation!"

Molton's eyes lit up: "Twain is a wild mage, he may have mastered the teleportation technique!"

"Teleportation is a fifth-level spell. If you master teleportation, doesn't it mean that Tang En may be a master-level magician? Can a master-level wild mage still be considered a wild mage?"

Those who have mastered fifth-level spells may not necessarily be master-level mage, but a grandmaster-level mage must have mastered fifth-level spells, which is why Frank is so rude.

Charles' face looked extremely bad. If Tang En was really a master-level wild mage, it was almost 100% certain that he was the one who secretly acted in the noble council that day.

What's worse is that a master-level magician is a famous figure even in the Silver City, let alone outside.

You must know that not only the Illrus Empire, but other countries in Purandar are also extremely eager to join magicians. Magicians who have not joined the Silver City are simply rare, and even fewer are powerful.

Tang En's status in Illrus is probably due to his strength as a master-level wild mage, so Victor will spare no effort to support him!

Frank thought he saw the truth.

There was a knock on the door, and the three people in the room put away their uncertain expressions and returned to a calm look.

"Come in."

"Hey, everyone is here."

Tang En glanced at Moulton curiously. He had never seen the second son of the Kadir family before. After glancing at him, Tang En lost interest and refocused on Frank, the squinty-eyed monster. On the body.

Frank said slowly: "Baron Down, didn't anyone teach you to maintain enough respect in front of a Duke?"

"Respect? I already have it, otherwise I would have sat on the table when I walked in."

Tang En waved his hand nonchalantly: "I came to see you because I have something to talk about, not just to chat."

"What's going on? What's going to happen to you?"

Charles sneered again and again: "Is it possible that you found an IOU from our Qadir family?"

"I would like to, but unfortunately not."

Tang En looked regretful: "If I had gotten a few more, I would have made a fortune directly."

Charles was furious: "Presumptuous! Last time, Grand Duke Aubrey and Grand Duke Adrian supported you. This time you came alone. Who gave you the confidence to be presumptuous!?"

Molton glanced at his brother and lowered his head feebly.

Who gave him the confidence to act arrogantly? Didn't we just deduce that he is a master-level magician...

Does a master-level mage still lack this confidence...

"Wrong, wrong."

Tang En shook his head: "First, I didn't come alone, Van Cleef."

"boss."

Van Cleef appeared silently from the shadows nearby.

Charles was shocked when he saw Van Cleef, but his long years of training allowed him to control the expression on his face well.

Frank has better control over his emotions. After all, he is an old elf who has been involved in politics for many years, so he still has some self-control skills.

"Oh? Baron Down, you brought an...assassin to see me, do you want to threaten this Duke?"

Political veterans know this trick. No matter what the real situation is, they should put their hat on the other party first.

"Don't rush to label me."

Tang En curled his lips and sneered: "I asked him to come out just to let you know that there are some things that everyone knows well, Van Cleef."

Van Cleef didn't even look at Charles and the others, he lowered his head, his figure distorted, and disappeared again.

"The second point is about my confidence..."

Tang En took a step forward, looked at them with a playful expression and said, "Don't you think I need some support to deal with you?"

The oppressive atmosphere made everyone silent.

The incense in the incense burner "sizzled", and a faint smoke enveloped Frank's body, making it difficult to see the changes in his expression.

"Ha ha……"

Frank suddenly burst out laughing: "Baron Down is really fond of joking. Come on, give me a seat!"

"No, I'll bring my own seat."

Tang En lightly snapped his fingers, and a leisure chair that he had made with alchemy in his spare time appeared next to him. Then he sat down across from Frank casually. At the same time, the mage's hand held a hot teapot and poured it into it. Tea, the leisurely and contented look is not to mention how comfortable it is.

Charles looked at the ring on Tang En's hand with a little jealousy.

Space equipment...

There are not even many members of the Kadir family. This guy actually used such precious space equipment to install seats. It is simply an outrageous waste!

Frank didn't react much. The ring he was wearing was also space equipment, and the quality was not bad.

Although space equipment is rare, it is something in the field of magic after all. Among the magicians, there are still a lot of space equipment.

only……

Frank's eyes fell on the teacup held by Tang En.

Using space equipment to install seats and tea sets is nothing, but...

What concerned Frank was the tea in the cup.

The tea is golden in color, but very clear, exuding an alluring fragrance. Just by smelling the fragrance, his aging body seems to have awakened its potential. Every cell in his hungry body is desperately absorbing the fragrance. , it seems that there is some power contained in it.

What's this?

Seeing Tang En happily drinking the mysterious golden tea, Frank suppressed his curious words. He knew that he couldn't ask, shouldn't ask, and he didn't dare to ask.

It was obviously a very happy feeling that made him want to moan, but Frank felt scared.

He knew that he was old, but the power contained in that fragrance seemed to make him feel young again and regain his vitality.

It is a very intoxicating, even addictive feeling, full of fatal temptations.

As an extremely rational person, he also has another power hidden in his body, but he is instinctively afraid of this feeling of losing control.

Longing, yet fearful, the conflicting emotions made Frank's heart painful.

He is afraid of knowing the truth.

That would make him despair.

Why don’t you dare to ask about something that can help people regain their youth? Why are you afraid of knowing?

Because he has made a choice for his own life, and now he has no choice.

If he now knew that besides the path he had chosen, there was another path that could restore youth by just drinking tea, he would really fall into despair.

Tang En noticed Frank's tangled gaze: "You seem to be very curious about my tea? Do you want a cup?"

Frank opened his mouth, then closed his eyes in great pain and shook his head: "No."

Tang En smiled brightly: "Well, it just so happens that I don't intend to treat you to a drink."

Frank: "..."

Charles: "..."

Moulton: "..."

The room fell into silence again, and only the sound of Tang En gently sipping tea could be heard.

"Okay, no more silence."

After drinking a cup of tea, Tang En, who was in great condition, stretched and broke the silence: "We all know what you have done, and you also know what consequences I will have for you if I hand this matter over to Victor. , no one is stupid, so let’s make a deal.”

Frank narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Do you want to play dumb with me?"

Tang En pouted, and with a snap of his fingers, the tattered corpse of Du Si appeared beside him: "Who is he? I don't think I need to introduce him anymore, right?"

"Sorry, I don't know him."

Frank shook his head: "Baron Down, do you have anything else to do?"

"It seems that you are unwilling to make a deal with me. In this case, I can only go to His Majesty Victor. I believe he will be happy to see me."

Tang En didn't talk nonsense to Frank, put away the body and the chair, got up and left.

The most important thing in negotiations is to take the initiative. He is not stupid, and neither is Frank. He is pretending to be stupid just to gain more initiative. But when he saw Tang En getting up and preparing to leave without hesitation, even if it was Frank, he would I can't hold my breath anymore.

Because if this matter falls into the hands of Victor, it will indeed become a strong evidence for him to deal with the noble faction, and it will be a reason that even the noble council cannot refute.

one……

two……

three……

Tang En thought silently in his heart.

He's gambling.

But even if he loses the bet, he won't lose anything, but Frank is different. If he loses the bet, at least he will lose his skin.

Four……

five……

Frank's voice came from behind: "Baron Down, the weather is nice this afternoon. Are you interested in sitting in the garden with me?"

The bet was won.

Tang En paused and said, "I'll wait for you in the garden."

After saying that, he left.

In the room, Frank's expression immediately turned terrifyingly gloomy.

"What did I say before?"

Frank's gloomy eyes stared at Charles and Moulton: "Don't test Tang En until the true results of the investigation are known! Now, you actually sent someone with a poisonous sickle to assassinate him!?"

"Father..."

Charles was covered in cold sweat: "Before you gave the order, Poison Scythe and the others had already set off."

"Are you explaining to me?"

Charles felt cold all over.

Molton said hurriedly: "Father, you can't blame brother. This is in the past. The most important thing now is to figure out two things. First, why Van Cleef, the dead man of our family, turned to Twain. Second, , what exactly does Tang En want?"

"good……"

Frank let out a black breath, leaned back on the chair and was silent for a moment, and then said: "I will negotiate with him later. Charles, the position of acting patriarch will be temporarily handed over to Moulton. You should reflect on your behavior first." ."

Molton was overjoyed. Charles' face froze, and he lowered his head and said, "As you command, father."