CHAPTER 693 THE LIVING SENTENCED TO DEATH
At this moment, Percy clutched Leo's wrist with an excited expression, just as if he had won tens of
millions of dollars in a lottery ticket.
"What?"
When Morgan and Blake heard this, they both subconsciously flinched for a moment, then stared at
Percy with wide eyes, full of incredulity.
They suspected that their ears had heard wrong.
"Percy, what are you buying his writing for? It's just graffiti, even a three-year-old can write better than
him!"
Morgan also said, "Words are like his person, if his writing is so bad, his character must not be good
either, Isabel, don't be deceived by him."
Isabel had a cold face and a cold expression; she had long been familiar with what kind of person Leo
was.
But the writing was indeed too scribbled.
However, Isabel still intended to defend Leo.
"Hmph, what do you know? An artist's eye is not the same as you mere mortals'! I do think the painting
is quite good."
She grunted coldly and said.
This was just a casual remark by Isabel, but Percy immediately asked excitedly, "Isabel, do you also
see the special features of this painting?"
"What?"
Isabel's face was full of bewilderment, and she didn't know what to say for a while.
Everyone followed suit and was dumbfounded; they all thought Leo's writing was scribbled, but how
was it that in Percy's eyes it was an unparalleled masterpiece?
Percy's face was agitated at the moment, his gaze fixed dead on the painting in Leo's hand.
"How much can you sell it to me?"
Having lived to this age, Percy is not at all short of money; he just likes to collect those calligraphy and
paintings so that he can come and enjoy them in his spare time.
Leo smiled calmly, "Percy, you should not ask me, but Isabel, because I gave this painting to Isabel,
and it should be up to her to decide exactly what to do with it."
Percy looked at Isabel again, "Isabel, this is a rare good painting, so why don't you take it?"
Isabel was still frozen on the spot.
Blake and Morgan's faces paled and they couldn't help but say, "Percy, if you say his writing is good,
then someone has to recognise what he's written, right?"
The old Commander of Wyverns also looked at Leo with a smile, "Come on, tell us what kind of words
you have written."
Leo nodded and said aloud what he had said
"Good!"
The old Commander of Wyverns recited a few words and then laughed happily.
The scene was silent, not a sound was heard.
The crowd was dumbfounded!
Even Lydia was frozen in awe at the scene.
These words were not even recognisable to her.
Blake looked dumbfounded for a long time, then suddenly said angrily, "Old Commander of Wyverns,
don't listen to his nonsense, these two couplets must be his impromptu ideas!"
"The writing is so scribbled, I think he's doing it on purpose. We can't read what's written, the content is
whatever he says."
Blake and Morgan chimed in, one after the other, not believing that Leo had written the same couplet
as he had said.
"Hmph, what do you guys know?"
However, Percy, the great writer, suddenly gave a cold hum and said, "He is writing in cursive script,
the more cursive it is, the more powerful it is, do you understand?"
However, when he looked at the painting again, he was even more filled with joy, and then waited for
Isabel to offer a price.
Isabel saw that it was a genuine painting and was not going to sell it at that moment.
Or rather, as long as it is a gift from Leo, she will definitely not sell it.
She shook her head, "Percy, I'm not selling this painting."
When Percy heard this, his face twitched and he smiled ingratiatingly, "Don't, Isabel, do you think it's
okay if I offer 10 million for this painting?"
At this price, the people around couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
It is less likely that a wealthy person would have used it to collect handwriting than some antique
masterpieces.
10 million is already a sky-high price.
Isabel still shook her head, "No, it's not for sale!"
Percy was anxious, his favourite thing was to collect authentic paintings, and this was a painting that
had to be collected in any case.
Gritting his teeth, Percy said, "Twenty million!"
Once they heard the price, Morgan and Blake were about to faint. 20 million was not much for the
Valenham royal family, but it was not little either.
Especially for someone like Blake who is not a core member of the royal family, ten or twenty million is
already a huge sum of money.
Are they crazy to buy a painting that you can't even read?
The bottom line is that Isabel refused to sell it.
She clung to Leo's calligraphy and painting, refusing to let go of it.
At this point Leo smiled, "Percy, it is just a painting and calligraphy, I'll send you one later."
Percy was so excited at his words that he almost knelt down to Leo.
"Really? That's great! Here's my name card!"
Percy handed out a business card.
Leo accepted with a smile.
The two men talked and laughed, a scene that shocked everyone.
Morgan and Blake, in particular, were directly dumbfounded.
They had joined hands to make this play in order to embarrass Leo, but to their surprise, Leo got the
chance to show it off.
Morgan and Blake were so remorseful.
The old Commander of Wyverns laughed out loud, "It seems Isabel likes it a lot!"
Hearing these words of the old Commander of Wyverns, all the gift-givers looked ashen. holds © this.
The old Commander of Wyverns also likes this gift very much.
"Leo, Sharon, Lydia, come over here."
The old Commander of Wyverns suddenly looked at the three and said.
Under the envious gazes of countless people, Leo, Sharon and Lydia got up and walked towards the
backyard.
The crowd could only watch with bemused eyes, as it seemed to them that Leo had been personally
received by the old Commander of Wyverns because of the gift of this painting.
And how did they know that Leo and Sharon, who were themselves here to see the Old Commander of
Wyverns.
Blake and Morgan looked on with shadowy faces, especially Morgan.
"Mr. Patel, there is still a chance ......"
Blake was about to say something bracing but, to his surprise, he was slapped hard across the face.
Morgan was full of annoyance, "It's all because of you, what a bullshit idea, now he has showed off!"
Having been beaten, Blake's face was unpleasant, but he didn't dare to say anything.
He wondered why so many high-status people were surrounding him when he had come by taxi.
Could he be, really, some big, low-profile person?
......
While Morgan and Blake were still chagrined, Leo and Sharon Lydia had already arrived at the
backyard.
The backyard is not as gilded as the front, but on the contrary very frugal.
Who could have imagined that the residence of the old Commander of Wyverns was just a simple and
straightforward wooden house like this?
Before the chalet, there is a field in which a number of vegetables are grown and some chickens and
ducks are kept for domestic use.
A leisurely and idyllic life.
The old Commander of Wyverns smiled, "How about it, you didn't expect it, did you? I'm actually living
such a life after I retire."
Leo and Sharon returned to their senses and gently laughed, "I do think that such a life suits you, Old
Commander of Wyverns."
"Yeah, it's hard to lose yourself when you've killed too much."
The old Commander of Wyverns looked at the clouds in the sky and sighed quietly, "Grow some
vegetables and raise some livestock to calm the killing and resentment in my heart."
Saying that, the old Commander of Wyverns glanced at Leo: "Aren't you also discharged from the army
to do what you want to do?"
Leo was silent, his heart inexplicably heavy.
Sharon's eyes also reddened.
After a long silence, Leo spoke, "Some grudges can be passed, some, not."
The old Commander of Wyverns said nothing more as he shifted his gaze to Lydia.
"You're Leo's wife, aren't you? You are beautiful."
Lydia blushed slightly and bowed slightly, "Greetings, Old Commander of Wyverns."
The old Commander of Wyverns waved his hand, "No need to call me old Commander of Wyverns, call
me master."
"Yes."
Lydia answered.
Standing in front of her was the old Commander of Wyverns.
Even though she knew that Leo was related to the old Commander of Wyverns, Lydia still felt shocked.
"It's a rare trip for you guys to come here, let’s have a drink, Lydia, go and buy some wine over here."
The old Commander of Wyverns did not treat Lydia as an outsider and gave her an order.
Lydia knew that the old Commander of Wyverns had something to say to Leo and Sharon alone, so
she left.
There was wine in the room and the old Commander of Wyverns took out three glasses and poured
them for Leo and Sharon respectively, then filled them himself.
"First of all, I would like to thank Leo for going to the temple fight for me last time, how did it feel to be
in the temple for the first time?"
The old Commander of Wyverns asked with a smile as he drained a glass.
Leo was silent for a while, but still shook his head, "Not good, I dislike the feeling of being in the
temple."
The old Commander of Wyverns smiled, "This is normal, go for the temple battle in the future, you need
experience."
Leo nodded, "Yes."
Afterwards, the old Commander of Wyverns gave Sharon another glance and said, "I know why are
here, and after the Northernland Conference, you must have a bunch of questions to ask, don't you?"
Leo shook his head, "We just want to ask one question."
After saying that, he and Sharon then looked at each other, who understood what Leo meant, took a
deep breath and said, "Dominic is still alive, so why did you decide that he was dead in the first place?"
"......"
At this question, the atmosphere in the room also became eerie.
The gentle smile on the Old Commander of Wyverns's face was gone, replaced by a look of gravity.