Dark Demon Warlock

  Chapter 148 Capricious

Tall, rich and handsome!

  This is Arter's first impression of Archer Coffey.

  With a height of just over 2 meters, the body proportions are close to perfect, especially with the carefully tailored clothes, the contours of the facial features seem to be carved, and there is no flaw in it. A head of flamboyant purple hair, not only does not look obtrusive, but matches his eyes, adding a bit of enchanting temperament to him.

  His eyes are narrow and long, nearly half longer than ordinary people's eyes!

  The pupils are the same enchanting purple as the hair.

  When you look at it during the day, you are handsome with a strange beauty, but if you meet alone at night, it depends on everyone's psychological endurance.

  He did not ask the police to summon Art, but like Angelo Nell, he invited Moore Lane as an intermediary to visit the door in person.

  In Yate’s information, one of the most eye-catching items is that he has a very good relationship with Moore Ryan, and some people even regard Moore Ryan as his backstage.

   Archer Coffey spoke in person, and Moore Lane naturally couldn't refuse.

   What's more, in his opinion, Archer Coffey's choice to contact in private is also showing goodwill.

   For them, it is easy to grasp the whereabouts of Art.

  So there was this meeting.

  Yate invited the two to take a seat and made tea for the guests.

  After the last time, I specially prepared some tea at home.

"Mr. Byron's tea making skills are good!" Archer Coffey watched him iron the pot, set the tea, warm the cup, high brew, low brew, and divide the tea. Although he had never seen this process, he did so smoothly. , the pleasing process, and the detached and tranquil charm are clear at a glance.

  Moore Ryan's eyes were full of astonishment.

  It was also the first time for him to see him.

   In other words, Art has never seriously entertained himself?

This guy!

   "Please!" Yate stretched out his hand to pretense that drinking tea can be officially started, and he took the initiative to demonstrate.

  Although he shows off his skills, he doesn't want to slap his face.

   Archer Coffey and Moore Lane also have a copy.

  The atmosphere has arrived. If they don't follow along, both of them will feel that they have lost their self-restraint.

   I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but both of them felt that the tea they drank this time tasted different from the past, as if it had a little more fragrance.

"It seems that I was wrong. Mr. Byron's skill in brewing tea is not only good! I'm afraid I won't be able to drink tea made by others in the future." However, Archer Coffey did not follow his rhythm and easily broke The atmosphere he creates.

   "Thank you for the compliment." Art nodded slightly, without continuing the second half of the sentence.

say what?

  Welcome him to come here for tea in the future or can you teach his people how to make tea?

   Self-deprecation for no reason.

   I still don't know how the relationship between the two will go.

  A look of surprise flashed in Archer Coffey's eyes.

  Such a sophisticated response is not like what he, a descendant of a declining nobleman, should have. Could it be a talent?

  After pondering for a while, he put down his teacup and asked directly, "I'm here this time to ask, is there any relationship between the killing of Mr. Byron and Hugh?"

  The atmosphere stagnated suddenly.

  Just now they were happy and happy, but in a blink of an eye, the clouds overwhelmed the top, and the air became heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

   It's not a description, but it's true!

   Archer Coffey's momentum almost turned into substance, filling the entire room!

   Turn your face when you say it, as if it wasn't him who was joking with Art just now.

  Moore Lane didn't expect him to do it suddenly, so he froze for a moment.

  Instinctively guessing his purpose, it is impossible to come to the door.

  Only the 2nd-order Art has a stronger feeling.

  He was really out of breath.

  It seems that there is an invisible mountain on his back, and even the movement of opening his mouth has become very difficult.

  Who would have thought that Archer Coffey would suddenly turn his back?

   More clearly realized the gap between himself and the real strong.

  So what if there are more means?

  It only takes one look from others to immobilize you!

   Immediately, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

   Indeed, he wanted to keep a low profile, but no one gave him this chance!

  Although his personality is feminine, and he doesn't mind selling a little morality occasionally, it is not without a bottom line.

  Besides, the proportion of dark blood in his blood has reached 11%, how could it have no effect at all?

  If it’s just a segment of coordinates, why is it called a blood vessel?

  The unruliness in the bottom of my heart was aroused, and the fierceness burst forth, so I wanted to activate the imprint on the right arm.

  Archer Coffey's momentum only suppressed his ability to act, and could not freeze his thinking.

   "Wow—" At this time, a mighty sound of water like waves suddenly sounded, breaking through Archer Coffey's suppression of Art.

  Moore Lane shot first.

   "Archer Coffey, what do you mean?" He called Archer Coffey by name.

  Yate forcibly stopped his impulse.

  Moore Lane rushed to fight, although he was defending him, but he was also afraid that he would call that person directly.

"Sorry." The oppressive atmosphere suddenly subsided, and Archer Coffey apologized to the two with a smile, and explained: "I just wanted to test Mr. Byron's strength. After all, Hugh's enemy is only Mr. Byron. But , I have verified that Hugh's death has nothing to do with Mr. Byron. As an apology, I would like to ask Mr. Byron to visit me tomorrow."

  The attitude changed, completely connected, and it was completely impossible to see that he was still oppressing Yate strongly just now.

  Yate and Moore Lane's momentum was stagnant.

  He said it all, it was to test Yate's strength, and helped Yate clear the suspicion, and even offered to apologize, what else can the two do?

  The rhythm is completely controlled by Archer Coffey!

   "Sorry, I still have something to do!" Art said stiffly.

   Make no secret of your dissatisfaction.

  Although there is no way to attack him again, it is always okay to refuse.

  I always feel that this guy's purpose is not that simple, and I don't want to get too much contact.

  Moore Lane was equally depressed.

   Withdrawing his momentum, he frowned, thinking about Archer Coffey's intentions.

   No matter what he said, someone really believed it immediately, right?

   No matter what, you have to go through it several times in your mind first.

  A compulsory course for politicians.

   "That's a pity." Archer Coffey looked regretful.

  Art couldn't help but glanced at Moore Lane.

  Is this guy mentally okay?

  Who is it for?

  You don't think you really reconciled with him just because of his apology, do you?

   "Excuse me today." Fortunately, Archer Coffey still had some self-knowledge and got up to leave.

  Suddenly became humble and polite again.

  Those who don’t know may think he is an elegant gentleman.

  Art and Moore Lane sent him to the door.

  In any case, the process still needs to go through.

   After he got in the car, the two returned home.

   "What is his purpose?" Art asked.

   "I don't know, but you should be careful recently." Moore Lane was also puzzled.

  Of course, the two of them would not really think that Archer Coffey had mental problems. He must have a purpose for doing so.

  Testing Yate's strength may be only one of them, but it is by no means the main purpose.

   I still have this vision.

  The other side.

   Archer Coffey has got the answer he wants.

   "Unexpectedly, it really has something to do with him." It seems that Hugh Defoe's death has something to do with Art!

  (end of this chapter)