I Rely on Drawing Cards to Set Up a Persona

eror had come to the manor, he offered an invitation to meet and talk as soon as he came here.
Please forgive me and notify of this matter as soon as possible.” The messenger was so nervous that his forehead was sweating.
He didn’t care now.
Any nonsense could be said as long as the other party could go over.

The smile on Ster’s face remained unchanged: “Our emperor also means the same thing.
It is already late in the day, so we will meet tomorrow.”

Just when the messenger’s face was pale, and he felt that he could not invite people and was going to be finished, Ster sighed softly and compromised: “Alright, let our chief knight go.”

Once the words fell, the white-robed man took a step forward.
The wide hood covered his face, and one could only see his angular and somewhat sharp jawline.

The messenger’s heart was instantly relieved.
As long as someone could go along, he couldn’t help but look gratefully at Ster: “Thank you, Your Excellency.”

Inside, borrowing Zero’s body, Qiao Xingnan sat at the table, tapping his fingers on the tabletop.
Although he had guessed that the tyrant would see himself immediately when he came to the manor, it made Qiao Xingnan a little helpless when his guess came true.

His persona was that of a proud emperor.

Imagine, the proud emperor condescended to wait so long, and the tyrant came to the manor ahead of time without saying a word and asked him to meet him at night.
According to his own persona, he would not be obedient in any way.

To send the most trusted knight to have a look was already the greatest respect for the tyrant.

Of course, there was another important reason to not go.
Qiao Xingnan has not yet figured out the temper of the tyrant.
He will take this opportunity to observe and prepare for tomorrow’s meeting.

Qiao Xingnan borrowed Zero’s eyes and looked around.

There were many people at the manor, and the pathway that used to have few people, now had a knight in silver armor every few steps.
The aura around them was obviously different from the manor’s knights, which was the kind of aura that only people who had experienced many fights and seen blood had.

Qiao Xingnan’s golden eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingers tapped, controlling Zero to walk leisurely despite the sight of these people, with a calm attitude.

Soon, the white-robed man followed the other side to the heavily guarded room.

Apart from a bunch of silver-armored knights standing outside the room, Qiao Xingnan also saw an old acquaintance, Ilir, who was standing next to a knight in gold armor, a man with a stern gaze and a serious face who didn’t seem easy to get along with.

When Ilir saw that it was the white-robed man who came instead of Qiao Xingnan, he frowned and walked over, “Your Excellency, why didn’t your emperor come over?” He still wanted to see if that person with unknown background could hold up in front of their emperor.

“Emperor, resting.” The white-robed man returned coldly.

Going to bed after just having a meal?

Ilir slandered, but in the face of the powerful person in front of him, he had a pretty good attitude and took the initiative to take the white-robed man to the emperor.

“Your Excellency, please follow me.”

The white-robed man’s hood moved slightly, and then he followed Ilir unhurriedly.

The golden-armored knight’s brown eyes narrowed slightly, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
He noticed that this Excellency, following his brother, took each step as if it was measured, all the same distance.
It was obvious that this man had control of his body to a ghastly degree.

Qiao Xingnan’s finger-tapping movement paused.
As he passed that golden-armored knight, he felt the other party looking at Zero with scrutiny and a strong wariness.

This was not good news.
Qiao Xingnan lowered his eyes, his fair fingers lightly tapping on the table.

The white-robed man seemed not to notice the golden-armored knight’s leering eyes and walked into the room with easy steps.

When the door was closed, Qiao Xingnan looked back into the room, and in the next second, his whole body shivered, and all his hair stood on end.

F*ck, what a bloody scene.

A middle-aged man was lying on the marble floor, and the white marble floor was covered in blood.

For the first time, Qiao Xingnan realized that he was sick of blood.

The man sat on the top seat, the dagger in his hand dripping beads of blood.
His face was still stained with a little blood, seemingly splashed on by the blood of the person who fell to the ground.
His eyes did not fluctuate, and there was no killing intent inside.
When he raised his eyes, the cold turquoise eyes made people’s hearts chill.

A golden python wandered on his arm with cold scales, occasionally spitting out its tongue.
The green pupils of the beast were the same cold-blooded as the man.

“Take it down.”

The man seemed a little bored, casually throwing the dagger on the ground with a crisp clang.
He took the hand towel handed up by the steward next to him and wiped his hands, looking carelessly towards the white-robed man.

“You are his subordinate?”

The man tilted his head, and his casual attitude seemed even more odd in this atmosphere.

The white-robed man gave a cold hmmm, seemingly accustomed to this scene.

Seeing his attitude like this, the man was a bit amused.
The subordinate behaved like this, he wondered what the so-called master’s reaction would be when he saw this scene.

Inside the room, Qiao Xingnan controlled Zero while looking at that tyrant with blood on his face.
His fingers trembled lightly, and he kept cursing internally.

F*ck, really awesome.

This scene was even more exciting than a TV series.