Chapter 2011 The Love of Hell

"Hello, Margaret, I'm here to find Lord Rowling, and I'll drop by to see you."

After the door was opened, looking at the darkness, only the slight candlelight was shining, as if a gust of wind could completely plunge the room into darkness, Alama said with a smile.

Through those eyes that see the night as if seeing the day, Alama saw that in the dark quiet room, the walls were covered with giant magic eyes that were constantly wriggling, and their roots were intertwined, forming a dark red fresh blood. The net is like the bloody lair where Aglan placed the angels.

In the darkness, with the blink of the magic eye, the dots of light against the fire light flickered slightly, which made the quiet room a little more charming. Apart from Alama, there was another person who could appreciate this beautiful scene, that is Margaret in the quiet room.

While greeting Margaret, Alama still did not forget to shake her flowing blond hair, releasing her own unique charm.

"You are a celebrity now. During this period of time, I have heard many people mention you. Even the Lord Vita asked me for your preferences many times." the sound of.

"It's just that the necromancers only now understand how powerful I am. If you go to the underground world with me, you will understand how widely my name has spread."

Alama said without humility, and as he spoke, he stepped into the quiet room where Margaret was.

As Alama walked in, several demonic eyes immediately surrounded him, and even in the void of the room, several demonic eyes appeared.

"Hey, how are you doing recently? I brought you a present."

Arama gently stroked one of the magic eyes, his fingers gently brushed the elastic eyeballs, and greeted with a smile. Looking at the magic eyes in the quiet room, he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing the nearby demon eyes swaying their bodies, as if they were completely attracted by the words, Alama smiled confidently: "Let me find out where it is? Is it this?"

He took out a bag of spring water.

"Oh, it's not this one. This is the spring water from Huantong Spring. You can't drink it at all, but it can be used to cleanse your body."

Following Arama's words, a few demon eyes showed regretful eyes, some demon eyes showed shy eyes, and the rest showed resentful eyes, as if they were full of his actions.

"Then... is this it?"

Alama's eyes swept across the nearby magic eye, he elongated his tone, and what he finally presented in his hand was a huge, bloody shriveled eyeball.

Looking at the research piece, Margaret's eyes instantly changed. All the magic eyes in the vicinity also kept cheering and jumping up at this moment. Although they could not speak, they could use their bodies to form waves of continuous ups and downs. The magic eye wave came to express the joy in Alama's heart.

"It's the whole thing! You're about to have a new companion. This is the eyeball belonging to the One-Eyed King. It took me a lot of effort to make the Scarlet Angel understand what I meant, and then I brought it back!"

Following Alama's words, the huge shriveled eyeballs seemed to inflate from the inside at this moment, and became twice as big as his head in a blink of an eye.

"Welcome to your new members."

After finishing all this, Arama let go of the hand that had been holding the giant eyeball,

Under the gaze of many magic eyes, the huge eyeball in Alama's hand seemed to wake up, slightly moved the pupils in it, and finally looked at Margaret in the darkness, and then disappeared into the void.

Alama, who had done all this, was also unanimously supported by the magic eyes. They surrounded Alama in the middle and kept jumping towards the body of the sorcerer.

"Okay, little ones, I'm really flattered by your enthusiasm." A hearty laugh came from Alama's mouth again. He embraced the nearby magic eye, and finally poured it into a bigger one than others. In the giant magic eye.

"Alama, where did you get the eyeball of the one-eyed king?"

Margaret's inquiry came from behind, and Alama replied indifferently: "Of course those angels collected it by chance. What's the matter? Don't you like it?"

"Of course I like it. It's just that... among the ritual materials that Lord Rowling needs, none of them seem to mention the need for Cyclops' eyes."

"What does that matter? As long as you and your cutie like it, are you worried that those Cyclops will come to retaliate?" Alama shrugged and said.

"I admit that you have a talent that I can't match in making magic eyes. Back then, in order to create the magic eyes of the void, I did not hesitate to plunge myself into darkness. Only then did I make a breakthrough, but you were able to create them while talking and laughing. But if you do this, it will affect Lord Rowling's plan..." Margaret seemed to think of something, and let out a sigh.

"I assure you, this will not affect the plan. I have collected all the materials Lord Rowling needs for her. Will this still affect it?" Alama asked while stroking the magic eye beside him.

"Alama, you have to know that the most powerful moment of a heterogeneous creature is when no other creature has ever seen it, and all its abilities are unknown. Angels have been exposed to the eyes of other creatures, next time, will they win so easily?" Margaret's eyes were full of worry.

Alama came to the blind old woman with a smile, and gently held her wrinkled hand: "I know you care about me, I have already felt your heart. What I want is to create the most perfect Creatures, and that is the wish of all sorcerers. If my angels are so easily found by the enemy, it can only show that they are not perfect at all. Rather, I hope that someone will do it To this point, because then, I can make them one step closer to perfection."

Margaret also seemed to be moved by Alama's words, she wanted to hold Aglan's hand, but in the end she let out a deep sigh: "Actually, for a powerful magician like you, no matter who If you are loyal to the lord, you can get rich treatment, and you can choose the women in the territory. Why did you choose me? Look at my skin, it is even more dry than the bark of a tree, I don’t even have eyes..."

Alama felt the hesitation in Margaret's heart, but he just smiled and said, "Because only a sorcerer can understand another sorcerer. Do you want a perfect body? That's very simple things. But love, that's not easy."

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