Chapter 236 (2/2)

While Lauren was feeling, the opposite door was opened. Entering the room, alto Bellini was dressed in a golden red suit, with chestnut curls neat and elegant, as if a scholar came out of the oil painting and sat at the other end of the long table as if he had not seen him. Then the cooks, waiters and servants repeated it as meticulously as they had just done.

”I have always felt that if I haven't tasted the blue COD in midsummer, I can't really live in eboden - although I know many fishermen have never enjoyed the delicacy they have personally fished.”

With a modest smile, Alto, sitting directly opposite Loren, raised his glass and said, ”how do you feel, sir Ayn Rand, is the Bellini family's hospitality still in line with your heart?”

”Fear and fear.”

Since the other party was ready to circle with himself, Loren was naturally happy to delay time and smiled implicitly: ”it's far beyond my imagination.”

”For a wizard, this is the highest praise. You really flatter him.” Alto took a sip of the wine and slowly put down his glass: ”go down.”

There was no answer, not even a sound. The maid and waiter standing behind them put down their work, bowed and left the room. There was not even half a minute before and after, and the whole side hall immediately recovered its tranquility.

Feeling the sudden indifference of the other party, Loren quietly put down his knife and fork and folded his hands in front of him.

”Isaac Grantham, I know you took him.”

Alto finally tore off his disguise and spoke without a word of nonsense:

”Hand him over.”

A little stunned, the black haired wizard suddenly laughed.

”Is there anything funny?”

”If it had been before, I would have been the one who should have said this.” Loren opened his mouth and looked at the Bellini family heirs in an unassuming way: ”in that case, is there any possibility that you would promise me?”

”I won't make that assumption, and you don't have much capital to make conditions now.” Alto's eyes passed through the fire in the center of the long table, and the cold breath seemed to extinguish the flame: ”since I invited you to be a guest, it has proved my sincerity and determination.”

”This is the last warning. Give me Isaac Grantham.”

”I'm very sorry, but it's impossible.” the black haired wizard looked confident and fearless: ”I think you should change your request, at least we can accept it.”

Loren's purpose is to drag each other as much as possible. Naturally, he can't stimulate the heir of the Bellini family too much and let him and himself continue to drag on until Peter FASA and they cover Isaac's departure.

But he still ”overestimated” the other party's endurance limit, or... Underestimated the opponent's ability.

A ferocious sneer suddenly appeared on alto's scholar like face, twisted and strange, even frightening: ”do you think I don't know what you're thinking?”

”Sorry, but I can't understand what you're saying...”

”You are just the bait sent by the assassins to restrain my attention.” Alto interrupted Loren with a ferocious expression: ”and Isaac Grantham has left eboden under your cover, right?”

”...” holding the glass, Loren said nothing.

”Do you know why I guessed? Because a friend told me that your real name is not Ayn Rand at all, but Loren Turin.”

friend? The dark haired wizard narrowed his eyes slightly.

”You must also want to meet this friend. It is said that you still know him.” with a sneer at the corners of his mouth, alto looked at Lauren like a threat and looked at the third door in the hall:

”Let's welcome the most distinguished guest of the Bellini family, the next new bishop of eboden, the devout Lord Francis!”