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    Port Grebis, a residential area, a very ordinary house.

    An old man in a red robe walked into this private house. His robe used black lines to outline countless giant dragons, some soaring in mid-air, and some breathing fire from their bloody mouths.

    The old man pushed the door open casually, and the room was decorated with an authentic Grebis residence. A young man got up from the bed, looked at the old man in astonishment, and asked, "What can I do for you?"

    The old man in red robe had an indifferent look on his face. He took out a round badge-like object slightly larger than a gold coin from his arms, and then threw it directly to the man.  The man looked at the badge in his hand, carefully identified it, and then his expression immediately changed: "You are finally here. Mr. Stallman has been waiting for you for a long time."

    The old man in red robe was noncommittal and motioned with his eyes to lead the way.  The young man understood. He bowed slightly and said, "Please follow me." He walked to the bedroom, where a very tall wardrobe stood against the corner.  He came to the front of the closet, then stretched out his hand and gently tapped a special place on the closet, twice on the left and twice on the right.  The old man in red robe had been waiting nearby. When he gradually showed some impatience, he finally stopped what he was doing.

    "Master Sullach, Mr. Stallman's identity is unusual, I hope you can understand." The young man showed an apologetic smile to the old man in red robe, and then opened the wardrobe.  The wardrobe was filled with very ordinary clothes, but the young man walked directly through the many clothes and walked into an unknown space.

    Master Sullah also walked in slowly, leaning on a wooden staff.  After passing through the illusion full of clothes, there is a corridor made of blue bricks. There is obvious air flow in the corridor, and there should be somewhere for ventilation.  A crystalline glass bead hangs at regular intervals on the walls on both sides. These glass beads emit soft white light, illuminating the entire corridor.

    The two people were walking in the corridor, which seemed to gradually lead to the underground.  The young man led the way and said something to the old man, but Master Sullah always looked noncommittal and rarely opened his mouth.

    Four minutes later, they arrived at a gate, in front of which stood four warriors wearing chain mail and holding halberds.  The first time the four warriors saw the two men, they crossed their halberds and blocked them in front of them.  The young man had to stop and start negotiating with the four guards.  But no matter what he said, the four guards refused to let him in. No matter what he said, they all rejected him with the words "Mr. Stallman is resting and doesn't want anyone to disturb him."

    A trace of cold sweat appeared on the young man's forehead. He secretly glanced at the old man in red robe with his peripheral vision and found that the latter's face was getting more and more livid, obviously holding back his anger.  He was originally going to tell Master Sullah that he would come visit another day, but seeing the other party's appearance, he wisely gave up the idea and continued to deal with the four guards with a cold sweat on his face.  The four guards were like four stones, refusing to let him go no matter what. However, Surah's face became increasingly ugly, and the cold sweat on the young man's forehead became more and more intense.

    Finally, a shrill voice came from inside the door: "Mr. Stallman is up. If it's Master Surach outside the door, please come in." Then a fat, dark-skinned man,  He walked out of the door and spoke to them in a high-pitched voice.  This man was dressed like a steward, but his voice was very strange. He was somewhat similar to some eunuchs in the emperor's court. In layman's terms, he was a eunuch.

    The two of them followed the manager and walked into the door, but there was a strange world inside the door.  This is a magnificent palace-like building. If no one had walked down the corridor to get here, no one would have thought that it was actually buried underground, and they would have thought it was the palace of a certain king.  The luxurious decorations don't have any style, just one word: they are decorated as luxurious as they look, as if they are afraid that others will not know that they are a nouveau riche.  Countless young girls in scantily clad clothes were walking through the hall carrying plates full of wine and food.

    The old man in red robe showed no special expression at all towards the things in front of him. He just followed the young man and the manager, looking silent.  The young man glanced back secretly and saw that the face of the old man in red robe was no longer as ugly as before, but he became more and more nervous.  Judging from the information he had, Master Surah, who was dressed in red robes, was definitely not a good-tempered person. The reason why his livid face softened just now probably had nothing to do with this magnificent palace, but rather with  Kind of like the calm before the storm.

    Finally, they walked to a side hall. The eunuch chief knocked on the door, and then the same sound sounded inside.There was a knocking sound in response.  The eunuch turned around and said arrogantly to the young man and Sullah: "The master is changing clothes, please wait outside the door."

    After a while, a voluptuous-looking girl wearing sexy and revealing clothes walked out of the door, her face flushed, and then the manager led the two of them in.  Before walking in again, Master Sullah turned his head and asked the young man: "What is your name?"

    The young man obviously did not expect that Surach would ask his name, let alone what the other party's intention was. He could only answer truthfully: "My name is Darien, Master."

    As soon as you enter the house, the first thing you see is an incredibly large bed. The floor is covered with fine fox fur as a carpet. The fur of the fire fox exudes warmth, and the whole room is completely different from the outside.  In late autumn, the warmth exuded by the firefox fur makes this place more like spring.

    "Master Sullah, my friend, I am still here wondering when you will arrive." A slightly fat middle-aged man wearing a white thin coat walked towards Sullah with open hands and a friendly smile on his face.  smile.

    Surach walked towards Stallman with a calm face. However, just when Stallman was about to give him a passionate hug, the power of a burst of flames burst out between the two, and the impact of the fire shook Stallman.  Man Zhen flew several meters and fell hard on his surprisingly large bed.

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