The rich aroma of various delicious dishes, mixed with the strong scent of wine, made the atmosphere in the hall exceptionally relaxed and lavish.
"Chomp, chomp!"
"Battle Ogre" Jiero sat casually cross-legged on the sofa, his two thick, dark-skinned arms each gripping a glistening, greasy meat leg, which he gnawed at heartily.
Compared to the crude "Battle Ogre" Jiero, a man and a woman sat on one side of the long table, their movements far more elegant and graceful.
The man had short golden hair and a face covered in long, thin scars, which made him look incredibly fierce. Especially as he chewed, these scars seemed to come alive, writhing like centipedes.
Even in the current setting and atmosphere, the man was covered entirely in black armor, except for his helmet, which was placed to the side because he was eating.
This person was none other than "Spatial Slash" Peishilian.
And directly opposite him was a fiery woman with long, ash-white hair, wheat-colored skin, and exotic attire: "Blood Moon Scimitar" Adesterian.
"Thousand Kill" Mamwist, with his wine-red hair and partially exposed muscular chest, reclined on the sofa.
He swirled the red wine in his hand, occasionally glancing at "Blood Moon Scimitar" Adesterian.
"If you look at me one more time, I'll dig out your eyes," "Blood Moon Scimitar" Adesterian said flatly.
"What a dangerous woman."
"Thousand Kill" Mamwist said with a laugh, but he still averted his gaze, a hint of boredom in his expression.
Only a few of them were in the hall; besides Adesterian, there wasn't much to see. As for the rest of the Security Department, they naturally weren't qualified to be in the same place as them.
Additionally.
If it weren't for "Battle Ogre" Jiero's command, the six of them rarely gathered together, usually busy with their own affairs.
"I heard you've set your sights on a half-elf woman," "Illusion Demon" Shaqiulongte, pale-skinned and gaunt-faced, suddenly asked.
"Hmm?"
"Thousand Kill" Mamwist paused his wine glass swirling, looking at "Illusion Demon" Shaqiulongte in surprise.
"How about you let me have that woman?" "Illusion Demon" Shaqiulongte said softly:
"Half-elf women are rare, but they can't compare to true elves in the slave market. I can offer 1200 gold coins for her."
"Heh."
"Thousand Kill" Mamwist let out a low chuckle, a hint of disdain flickering deep in his eyes as he looked at "Illusion Demon" Shaqiulongte:
"I don't think you'd have that much money. Is it that guy Ampetiff who wants her?"
Although the Security Department was nominally on equal footing with other departments, its actual status was much higher. Therefore, more or less, they had some dealings with other department heads.
Just like "Illusion Demon" Shaqiulongte in front of him, who had a very good relationship with Ampetiff, the head of the Slave Department. As for him?
The assassins he had formed and trained had already taken half of the assassination department's work, yet the head of the assassination department dared not show any dissatisfaction.
Because strength was the real right to speak!
"Thousand Kill" Mamwist, who had long understood this principle, showed a hint of arrogance in his eyes: "Tell Ampetiff, this is my prey."
"Alright."
"Illusion Demon" Shaqiulongte shrugged his arms and nodded.
He was merely a messenger; whether it succeeded or not was none of his business, but he would naturally collect the commission in full.
"How are the intelligence reports on that noblewoman coming along?"
"Battle Ogre" Jiero swallowed the fatty meat in his mouth, his deep voice resounding.
"Not only is there no problem,"
"But she is also a person well worth recruiting. The fact that she single-handedly wiped out her own and her fiancé's families is no longer a secret throughout the Bahas Empire."
"She is currently wanted by the entire Empire. I didn't expect this woman to be so clever, coming to our Kingdom at the first opportunity."
"Spatial Slash" Peishilian put down his dining knife, the scars on his face writhing, and said with a low, fervent laugh: "How interesting."
Upon hearing this.
The others present all showed expressions of surprise.
"She is indeed worth recruiting."
"Battle Ogre" Jiero's eyes lit up.
The purpose of their gathering this time was for the upcoming duel between Gazef and Renners.
Just then.
"Someone is invading."
"Undead King" Divanock, who had been sitting in the corner, seemingly unnoticed but exuding an aura of death that no one could ignore, suddenly spoke:
"And it's a group of undead."
Invasion?
This somewhat unfamiliar word reached the ears of everyone present, making all their expressions freeze.
"Hahaha."
"What idiots dare to come here?"
"It seems their luck is really bad; all of us 'Six Arms' are here today."
"Controlling undead? Hey, Divanock, they were unlucky to run into you."
Sounds of mockery, as if they had heard the funniest joke in history, echoed through the hall.
"Finally, it's not so boring."
"Thousand Kill" Mamwist reached up, ran his hand through his red hair, swept it back, and sat up from the sofa,
A smile spread across his lips as he spoke.
"Battle Ogre" Jiero's expression was cold, he didn't speak, but a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.
Their base was invaded.
Whether the other party was intentional or unintentional, in "Battle Ogre" Jiero's eyes, it was an insult to their "Six Arms."
Anyone who dared to challenge them, no matter who, had to die!
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Outside the hall, the screams of subordinates quickly rang out.
However.
Everyone present remained in their original positions, their expressions composed and calm, showing no concern whatsoever.
Boom!
The heavy hall door was violently struck, emitting a dull thud.
After only a moment of resistance, the door was forced open.
A group of pale-skinned undead, covered in blood, poured into the hall from outside. Their attire clearly indicated they were the estate's subordinates.
The scent of blood dispersed the atmosphere in the hall and the rich aroma of wine.
"What a waste of this fine wine."
"Thousand Kill" Mamwist dropped the red wine glass onto the table, speaking with a hint of regret.
"Undead King" Divanock raised his head, revealing a terrifying, dry, bony face with only a thin layer of skin, and the aura of death instantly intensified.
The other party was clearly not a living being, but a true undead!
Aside from the few people present, probably not many would have imagined that an undead being could be hidden among the living.
"Undead Control!"
Facing the group of undead pouring in, "Undead King" Divanock raised his arm and waved it towards the direction of the door.
A dense aura of dark attribute instantly spread, passing through the bodies of these undead.
However, the next moment!
The originally composed "Undead King" Divanock froze his hand, and his dry, hoarse voice conveyed a hint of disbelief.
"Their spellcasting ability is higher than mine; I cannot control these undead!"
"Undead King" Divanock suddenly stood up.
Upon hearing this.
The expressions of everyone present, who had been composed, all changed.
"You're not joking, are you, Divanock?" "Illusion Demon" Shaqiulongte asked in an astonished tone,
As he spoke, he had already stood up.
Clearly, he didn't believe this rigid skeleton would joke.
"Fireball!"
"Undead King" Divanock didn't respond, but instead raised his palm towards the direction of the door.
A fireball the size of a washbasin condensed in front of his palm, then shot out with a roar.
Boom!
The fireball slammed into the midst of the many undead, causing a huge explosion that instantly annihilated the invading group.
Thick black smoke billowed.
A charred crater appeared at the door, and the hall's decorations and items were scattered in disarray by the roar and shockwave generated by the fireball's explosion.
"Do you think I'm joking?"
"Undead King" Divanock then turned his head, his emotionless gaze fixed on "Illusion Demon" Shaqiulongte.
By this time.
Everyone had stood up, their previously unconcerned expressions long gone.