Powell leaned on the soft and comfortable cloth-cushioned sofa, shaking the wine glass in his hand, letting the deep red wine swirl on the wall of the glass, overflowing with a sweet and fruity aroma.
Take a deep breath, the smell of wine is already intoxicating.
This feeling of relaxation is too rare for a secret agent who often travels to dangerous borders. But precisely because it is rare, Powell likes it so much.
He not only likes the wine produced in the town of Green Valley, the beautiful cushions from Cormyr in the south, but also likes the quietness in the illusion cabin.
Powell was deeply fascinated by the tranquility in the storm. Especially when he stirred up the storm, it made him feel that he had mastered some secret method to make the world move according to his will.
Illusionist Johnson was sitting at the other end of the cabin, feeding gems to his familiar owl.
That damn flat-haired beast was extremely picky and picky about the food served to him by his master. He kept cooing and commenting on the current situation with his noisy voice.
"Aren't you worried that Victor Hugo will make a comeback? The wizards and nobles in the city may not be as powerful as you think, or they may be vulnerable?"
Powell ignored the bird and poured the wine in the glass into his mouth. The feeling of being slightly tipsy was really good and it relaxed the spirit appropriately.
Although Johnson is quite annoying, and the kidnapping he attempted was unsuccessful. But this guy's ability to stir up trouble is really good, and he can mess up the situation in the city with just one move.
The Inspection Office has pulled out a large team of people to seal the city, which will inevitably trigger a strong backlash from the nobles in the city. The two sides are already in conflict, and it is impossible not to start a fight now.
Powell had already thought about it. If there wasn't enough trouble in the city, he would sneak out and assassinate a few more people.
There is no need to choose any important figures, even randomly killing a few noble servants or poor civilians is enough to add fuel to the fire and make one party lose their mind.
I have to say, such a good idea, why didn’t I think of it before?
When your heart is happy, your life will be comfortable. Even if you are trapped in a hut, it doesn't matter.
The owl refused to let go of Powell, and continued to croak: "Poor man, drink less. That wine is very expensive. You don't come to our place specifically to drink, do you?"
Powell got a little angry and asked Johnson: "Your pet lacks discipline."
"It's called Dudu, and it has this temper. Even I laugh at it." The illusionist teased his bird nonchalantly, "Come on, say something to make me unhappy."
The owl raised its talon and pushed away its master's finger, and cooed: "Idiot, don't be too happy. You two don't look like people who are doing big things. Maybe disrupting the situation will help Hugo."
"You see, my demon pet has such a personality." Johnson laughed cheerfully, "But the nobles in the city are not a good-tempered force.
There will definitely be dissatisfaction when the Inspection and Inspection Office team closes the city. Maybe a powerful person from a certain family feels suffocated and kills the soldiers in the Inspection and Inspection Office.
When Hugo encounters this situation, will he fall out over the lives of a few untouchables? It’s not good if he doesn’t, and I’m embarrassed for him.”
Hahaha laughter echoed in the illusion cabin.
Powell grabbed the wine bottle and poured himself another glass, and he kept laughing. He imagined the difficulties faced by the enemy, and he felt very happy.
The laughter reached its peak, and suddenly a louder sound was suppressed from the sky. The sound was majestic and majestic, as if the darkness had broken open and the gods had descended.
"Residents of Coldwind City,"
puff.......
Powell was almost paralyzed with fear, his chest tightened, and a mouthful of wine spurted out of his mouth under the impact of the air pressure in his lungs. Droplets of liquid flew out all over the sky, and fell again a moment later, showering him all over his head and face.
This is totally self-inflicted.
Johnson was also stunned, with his hands and feet motionless and his face expressionless. He was carefully identifying the source of the sound, hoping that he was hallucinating.
The two brothers in distress looked at each other, it was not an auditory hallucination.
The majestic voice continued, "I am Victor Hugo, speaking to you from the Wizard's Tower."
Damn it!
The two of them jumped up from their seats as if they had fallen into a frying pan. They were so hot that they jumped up from their seats. They looked up at the ceiling at the same time, as if there was a terrible enemy above their heads.
"I have an ominous premonition." The owl flapped its wings and flew out of the hut and went around for a while. When it came back, it said calmly: "I have some bad news for you. The sound came from the Wizard's Tower.
Victor Hugo has controlled the prophecy level at the top of the tower and is speaking to the whole city. I know that the useless bunch of wizards are of little use. It would be better to count on them than a bunch of pigs."
"Impossible." Powell exclaimed. He hugged his head and pulled his hair. He was so shocked that he couldn't accept it. "How long has it been? Hugo has taken control of the Wizard's Tower? The wizards are worse than pigs."
Johnson was also so mad that he ran outside the illusion hut and climbed onto the roof of a house disguised as a civilian residence to look at the darkness in the center of the city.
There is a light on the top of the Wizard's Tower, and the outline of the top of the tower can be seen in the dim light. After Old Bank left, the top of the tower became bare.
But now the top of the tower has become a hemisphere, which is the prophecy system observatory that has been raised.
"How could this happen?" Johnson's heartbeat was pounding, and the incident developed beyond expectations. "How could the chiefs of the Wizarding Group allow Hugo to control the top of the tower? They..., they..."
Did he die or surrender?
Powell also ran out and followed him in a daze in the dark night.
The owl flew into the sky and said that it could inquire about the situation. Ten minutes later, it came back slowly and said in a long tone: "The facts are completely in line with my prediction."
Johnson and Powell wanted to strangle the bird at the same time. They shouted angrily: "Say it quickly."
The owl Gugu said: "I met several people who escaped from the Wizard's Tower. They said that there was a turmoil in the tower. The five chiefs joined forces to put pressure on Hugo, but they were counterattacked.
The Wizards of Cold Wind City are finally finished. They did not die or surrender, but they were defeated. The fleeing wizards are currently gathering towards the city lord's palace, probably to join forces with Arad and other families in the city to continue their stubborn resistance.
I will continue to make a bold prediction now. The nobles in the city are no better than the wizards. Don't overestimate their strength, they may collapse at the first touch."
The damn owl's tone was as if it was stating a press release, as calmly as if it had nothing to do with him.
But Powell had goosebumps all over his body and was sweating profusely. Johnson didn't feel any better either, and was completely dumbfounded. The two of them calculated everything, but they got to the beginning but not the end.
Wait, this isn't the end yet.
Powell turned around and returned to the illusion hut to pack his things, "I have to leave this broken city immediately. It's too dangerous to stay here. Especially with you stupid people and stupid birds, I will definitely be tricked to death."
Johnson grabbed Powell and said, "Where can you run now? The Wizard's Tower monitors the whole city, do you think you can avoid being discovered?"
Don’t forget that those ‘evil dogs’ under Hugo are definitely looking for us everywhere. If you encounter them, do you have any chance of winning?”
Powell was alone, so of course he had no chance of winning. But he was even more angry: "Am I still going to hide in your shabby house, waiting for Hugo to come to your door?"
Johnson shook his head, "Hugo must be keeping an eye on the wizards and nobles gathered in the city lord's palace. When they start fighting, he won't have time to care too much. Wait a minute, we will consider it after dawn."
This is not unreasonable. Powell thought about it calmly, raised his hand and pointed at the owl, "Let your stupid bird stare at the City Lord's Mansion.
Chapter completed!