Saint Seiya Evil Skull

Knowing that Deathmask and Aldiba were coming, they started preparing early. The red wine was already decanted, and the steaks and other dishes were soon served. After the wine and dishes were served, Alubelsi waved his hand, and all the waiters present immediately left, leaving only Alubelsi and the other two.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Alubelisi, from Northern Europe. Welcome." With these words, Alubelisi gracefully raised his glass and gently gestured toward the two people before him. His movements were fluid and natural, imbued with a unique grace and temperament. His eyes revealed confidence and composure, as if he was absolutely certain of himself. The wine in his glass shimmered alluringly under the light, seeming to foreshadow the arrival of an extraordinary gathering.

Arudeba said nothing, picked up the knife and fork and started eating the steak in front of him. He ignored what Arubelisi said, as if he only had eyes for the food.

Deathmask raised his eyebrows and said, "Nordic? It can't be the Nordic Asgard!" After that, he took a sip of red wine.

Alberich was not surprised by the behavior of the two. There were many God Warriors with weird tempers, and he had long been immune to it.

"Alberich, a fourth-class bright star god warrior of the Skull Constellation under the Nordic Asgard." Now that it has been said to this, Alberich feels that there is no need to hide it, otherwise it will seem that he is not sincere.

"God Warrior? We in the Sanctuary have never had any dealings with your Asgard, and our relationship is not very good. You rashly invited both of us here, and you are the only one here. Aren't you afraid that we will kill you?" Deathmask said in a deep voice, shaking the wine glass in his hand.

"What's your reason? Although our relationship is average, we have no hatred or grudges after all. Killing me will not benefit you in any way, and it will also provoke a war between the Sanctuary and the Asgard, which is inconsistent with the Pope's philosophy!" A smile appeared on Albelisi's face, and a cunning flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph! How do you know that our Pope's philosophy will not change? After all, your Asgard has been expanding outward over the years, which has seriously threatened the status of our Sanctuary." Deathmask snorted coldly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Haha, I see. However, I think that even if your Pope's ideas have changed, he will not easily provoke a war. Because doing so will only put both sides in a lose-lose situation, which is not good for anyone." Albelisi chuckled, a hint of confidence in his eyes.

"You are wrong, Alberich. Our Sanctuary possesses powerful strength and is not afraid of going to war with Asgard. Moreover, only through war can we prove our strength and status." Deathmask raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a scornful smile.

"Oh? Really? But I think your Pope may be more concerned about the Sagittarius Gold Cloth lost by the Sanctuary, and not so interested in going to war with Asgard. Besides, is it really in the interests of the Sanctuary to suffer losses on both sides with Asgard?" Albelisi frowned and his expression became serious.

"Hmph, you are quite well-informed. Our Sanctuary has enough capabilities to deal with any challenge, even Asgard is no exception." Deathmask said disdainfully.

"But the Sanctuary's greatest enemy hasn't always been us, has it? As far as I know, goddess Athena, her old rivals Hades of the Underworld, and Poseidon of the Sea, will also emerge. Otherwise, how could there be a holy war? So the Sanctuary's opponents have never been Asgard, but the Underworld and the Sea." Of course, Alberich had to prove Deathmask's point; otherwise, a fight would have broken out before he'd even found anyone to help. His gaze was firm, trying to persuade the other party not to start a war so easily.

"We will deal with your Asgard first, and then we can deal with the Underworld and the Sea. Our Sanctuary is not afraid of any challenge!" Deathmask clenched his fists, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

"You warmongerer, haven't you ever thought of other ways to solve this problem? For example, to achieve a win-win situation through negotiation or cooperation." Albelisi continued to persuade.

"Negotiation? Cooperation? Haha, you are too naive, Alberich. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, only the strong can survive. And our Sanctuary is the strongest and does not need to cooperate with anyone." Deathmask laughed as if he had heard a huge joke.

Alberich rolled his eyes and said, "Alright, Deathmask, stop acting. You're just one of the twelve Gold Saints, not the Pope, so don't worry so much. Didn't you see Aldebaran sitting across from you just eating and not talking?"

Hearing this, Deathmask was visibly taken aback. The hand holding the wine glass stopped shaking. He looked at the empty plate in front of him, which was once full of food. Then he looked at the pile in front of Aldiba. Before he could react, he saw Aldiba across from him stand up, pick up his knife and fork, and take the steak from his plate. He instantly flew into a rage: "Aldiba, all you do is eat. I'm out here battling wits and courage with the Asgardian God Warriors, and you're stealing my steak from the back?"

"Oh! I see you guys are having a good chat and probably don't have time to eat. Don't waste so many delicious foods. I'll take care of them for you." Aldebaran said indifferently. Just like Alberich said, he is just a Gold Saint. It is not his decision whether to start a war or not. Since he has no worries or grudges with the other party, he might as well eat honestly!

"You...you...have brought disgrace to the people of the Sanctuary." Deathmask was so angry that his face turned green and his whole body was shaking. He was arguing with the God Warriors here, but he didn't expect such a big trouble to happen in the back.

At this time, Alberich on the side couldn't help laughing out loud. He thought that these two Gold Saints were so funny that they quarreled over a piece of steak.

Deathmask suddenly asked, "Arubelisi, you're inviting people to dinner, so you won't leave them hungry, right?"

After saying that, Deathmask stood up, picked up the steak in front of Albelisi, placed it in front of himself, and began to eat it. While eating, he praised: "Well, it tastes good, worthy of being made by a Michelin three-star chef, but the portion is a little small."

Seeing the two Gold Saints arguing so disregarding their image, Alberich was speechless. However, he shook his head helplessly, rang the bell for the waiter, and ordered him to continue serving the dishes.

In this way, delicious dishes were served one after another. Time passed minute by minute, and after two hours, Deathmask and Aldiba finally put down their cutlery with satisfaction. Looking at the pile of dishes before them, they couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. However, Albelici didn't say much. He stood up and waved to Deathmask and Aldiba, indicating that they should come to the side to talk.

Coming to the sofa next to him, Deathmask had just sat down when he felt it sink noticeably, as if it would collapse at any moment. "Aldebaran, could you please sit over there? I think this sofa is about to collapse under your weight," Deathmask said, unable to bear it any longer.

"That's because there's something wrong with the quality of their sofa. What does it have to do with me?" Arudeba muttered, but still moved to the side and sat down obediently.

"I've had enough food and wine. Since you, Albelisi, have been quite considerate in hosting me, just tell me what you want to say!" Deathmask said bluntly while leisurely picking his teeth with a toothpick.

"Don't be so anxious. I have prepared many wonderful programs for you in the evening!" Arubelici thought secretly in his heart, since he spent money to treat them to a meal, he must let them feel his sincerity!

"Anything else? Um... Alberich, don't give us that! We are great Saints, how could we be corrupted by such petty favors as yours? Hurry up, if you have something to say, say it, we are busy!" Deathmask said with a righteous face, his eyes revealing determination and indomitable spirit.

Are you busy? What are you busy with? Busy watching the palace gate, Arubelisi thought, although he thought so, but if he said so, it would offend people. Now he needs help from others, and he is afraid that the other party will secretly trip him up.