Dark Demon Warlock

Tall, rich and handsome!

This was Art'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 bewildering purple as the hair.

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

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

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

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

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

It was easy for them to keep track of Art's whereabouts.

So there was this meeting.

After Yate invited the two to take a seat, he 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, place 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's also the first time I've seen him.

In other words, Art never seriously entertained himself?

This guy!

"Please!" Yate stretched out his hand to make a pretense, indicating that the tea drinking can officially start, and he took the initiative to demonstrate.

Although showing off skills, but not for face.

Archer Coffey and Moore Ryan followed suit.

The atmosphere has arrived, and 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 tea making skills are 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 through. The atmosphere he creates.

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

say what?

Is he welcome to come here to taste tea in the future or can he teach his people how to make tea?

Self-declination for no reason.

It is not yet known 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 if Mr. Byron and Hugh's killing are related?"

The atmosphere stagnated suddenly.

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

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

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

When you say turn your back, turn your back, as if it wasn't him who was talking and laughing with Art just now.

Moore Lane didn't expect him to make a sudden move, so he froze for a moment.

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

Only the 2nd-order Art felt more strongly.

He was really out of breath.

It was as if there was an invisible mountain on his back, and even the movement of opening his mouth became very difficult.

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

He realized more clearly 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 others wouldn't give him this chance!

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

Moreover, in his blood, the proportion of dark 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 his heart was aroused, and his fierceness burst forth, so he wanted to activate the imprint on his right arm.

Archer Coffey's aura only suppressed his ability to act, but 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 went first.

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

Arthur forcibly restrained his impulse.

Moore Ryan 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.

The momentum of Art and Moore Lane was stagnant.

He said that 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 in your head a few times first.

A must for politicians.

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

Art couldn't help but glance at Moore Lane.

Is this guy mentally okay?

For whom?

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

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

Suddenly he became humble and polite again.

Those who don't know may really think that he is an elegant gentleman.

Art and Moore Lane showed him to the door.

Regardless, the process still has to go.

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

"What's his purpose?" Art asked.

"I don't know, but you should be careful recently." Moore Ryan 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 just one of them, but it is by no means the main purpose.

This vision is still there.

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!