That day, Sibia Empire, waiting in the city, night.

It has been a while since the capital city was established in Ticheng. Even though Ticheng officials have been strictly restricting the number of people moving in, the popularity here has gradually increased.

Every night, all the blocks are brightly lit and bustling with people, creating a bustling and bustling scene. Only the interior office area near the palace still maintains a solemn silence, but the magic lights here are not inferior to other blocks.

Therefore, in a brightly lit neighborhood, a quiet and dark place suddenly appeared, which is very puzzling. Only those who know the inside story know that this building was originally the headquarters of the Temple of Light in the capital of Sbia.

’s liaison office.

In the past, when the Light God Clan favored Cohen Keda, the lights in this building were not only brilliant, but also stayed up all night, because the priests had to burn the midnight oil and prepare noisily for the construction of the Great Temple of Sibia. But now, with the

As soon as the Guangming God Clan gave up Sibia, not only the construction of the temple was immediately stopped, but all the priests in Sibia lost their jobs!

Under Cohen Keda, although the status of the priests has never been noble and wealthy, they can still maintain their basic income, and there is also the hope that "it will get better in the future"... But now, in addition to hatred and doubt, they

Nothing is left.

As soon as they received the notice, the priests hurriedly prepared to return to their hometown. In just two or three days, they were almost gone - just kidding, if they went back a day or two late, they would be able to reap the benefits.

Let others take it away! Those who are slow to act on this crucial issue are usually stupid and hopeless fools.

However, among all the priests, the slowest one is the head of the Great Temple of Sibia. He is also the highest-status priest in the land of Sibia, and the one who was named the Royal Attendant by Cohen Keda.

High Priest Nizam, he is not stupid, nor is he hopeless. At this moment, he is standing on the highest terrace, staring blankly at the starry sky, holding a magic lamp that is about to go out, dim.

The light illuminated his gloomy expression...

He was unwilling to give in, and he was unwilling to believe that his priestly career would reach this point!

After so much effort and care, it was clear that the road ahead was smooth, but he didn't expect that everything would be turned upside down overnight. And his biggest support, His Majesty Cohen, didn't give him a single word of advice.

Even his own visit was blocked.

Do you really want to obediently go back to Paradise Island to report on your duties? What awaits you there is definitely not a good encounter! For the loss of Sibiya in the Temple of Light, someone must take the blame, and "scapegoat" is clearly written on his forehead.

A big word - under this premise, let alone turning over, he wouldn't even have the chance to go back and see the bathhouse!

"Good night, Your Majesty the High Priest, may the holy light always shine on your body." A subordinate walked over lightly and reported: "The luggage has been packed. Look, when will we set off?"

"Tear it down and put it back in its original place." Nizam didn't even have to think about it: "Reorganize it tomorrow."

"Your Excellency, we have moved back and forth more than a dozen times..." Nizam's subordinates are very young. Although they are loyal to Nizam, they are not scheming enough. But Nizam likes to use this kind of people, so he is not angry after hearing this:

"Keep moving until I say go."

"I obey, Your Majesty's will is our direction!" The young priest bowed, slowly stepped back, and turned around when he was almost at the door.

But when he opened the door, he heard a group of chaotic footsteps outside. He quickly stepped out and guarded the door tightly, shouting: "This is the residence of the Royal Attendant and the High Priest Nizam! Who of you dares

Breaking in and out?"

Hearing the warning from his loyal men, Nizam on the terrace knew that the one who was supposed to come finally came to the door, so he let out a hoarse sigh, turned around and walked into the room.

Stretching out his hands, Nizam lit up all the magic lamps in the room with a gesture that could be called a dance. Then he stood in front of a huge water mirror with a calm expression, looking at the mirror with gentle, even obsessed eyes.

After that, he carefully arranged his attire - the crown should be upright, the ribbon should be straight, the collar should be straight, and the gems should be bright.

Even if this is his last moment, Nizam must maintain the demeanor of a successful person in the face of criticism, and accept the blame with the pace of an innocent person. If possible, he also wants to die with the eyes of a loyal person!

"What we are looking for is Nizam!" A cold reply came from outside the door.

With a sound of "Ah", Nizam's men flew to the side and knocked down a row of jade statues... Then there was another sound of "Bang!", and the two doors were knocked open by a strong force!

Several Sibia officers wearing uniforms of the law enforcement team stepped into the room and glared at the high priest in high crown and splendid uniform with ferocious eyes.

"Bless you." Nizam gracefully spread his hands in front of him, palms upward, and said to the visitor: "People of the God of Light."

"Nizam!" The law enforcement officer was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his expression turned into a sinister smile: "Your good days are coming!"

"Please don't worry, I won't interfere with your official duties." Nizam smiled, gently raised his hand, and picked up some sawdust on his clothes: "But if it's not too much, I want to know what you want to give

What is my crime?"

In fact, Nizam was a little surprised by the identity of the visitor, because Sibia has always been controlled by Cohen Keda, and the judge system is controlled by one of Cohen's close friends. If such a person came to arrest him, could it be Cohen?

·Al Qaeda has collapsed?

"You wantonly incited the civilians, soured the relationship between Sibiya and the Gods, and conspired to rebel!" The law enforcement officer looked at Nizam coldly: "The other charges are all recorded, and they are as high as an arm's length."

"Please forgive me for being picky." Nizam let out an inconspicuous sigh: "This accusation of rebellion seems to have nothing new."

"Don't be glib! Don't be wishful thinking that someone can save you!" The law enforcement officer found it hard to imagine that a turtle in a urn could behave like this, so he skipped some arrest procedures: "Take him away! And all his cronies.

!”

"I hope you have already thought about how to explain this matter to Justice Jack..." Seeing several fierce and strong men rushing towards him, Nizam could only do his last bit for himself: "Because I have to talk to the Justice tomorrow.

Let’s have lunch together…”

"Obviously, Your Excellency the Justice will forget the lunch we agreed with you." The other party sneered and turned around to order: "Collect all items in the building, file all things with writing on them, and evacuate immediately! Set the building on fire!"

"You are not judges!" Hearing the command from the leading officer of the other party, Nizam's face immediately changed color - if the other party was really a law enforcement team of the judge system, he would never have set fire to the building so completely. This building is the Sibia royal family.

The property of Cohen Keda was a very stingy emperor. He only used a copper plate to make bets with others. Which of his subordinates would dare to set fire to his building?

Although he has not been in office for a long time, Nizam is a genuine high priest. He naturally has abilities consistent with a high priest. In the field of power, the good reputation of the high priest of the Temple of Light is not so reliable. If a priest of this level suddenly

Being killed casually would really make the Light God Clan lose their face. Therefore, before each high priest is promoted, he will be taught some special self-defense skills by members of the God Clan. These magics are what people who don't know the truth call "

"Forbidden curse" thing.

There was no chanting either. Nizam twisted his fingers around, and two soul-stirring magic balls shone out in his palms. In the vast room, the magic elements began to vibrate violently, and a violent emotion was erupting outwards.

The idea of ​​​​this is completely different from ordinary magic elements being active!

But it is still magic after all, and it always takes a little time to release magic. In this very short gap, a thick wooden stick hit Nizam on the back of the head, ending his first and final struggle.

.

"I understand now - it's too late!"

A tall and thin man dropped the wooden stick and reached out to catch two magic balls that were about to lose control. He muttered a short spell silently in his mouth. The dazzling magic balls spun rapidly in his palm and gradually dimmed.

It came down, and finally shrank a few times unwillingly, and slowly dissipated in the air... It wasn't until the light in the room completely returned to normal that the people around him breathed a sigh of relief.

"Take them all away." The tall and thin man rubbed his palms and squinted his eyes slightly. His thoughts were still on the magic elements around him, and he ordered: "Everything has been arranged at the city gate. I

Will follow."

The poor high priest Nizam was in a coma, his miter was crooked, his ribbon was rolled up, his collar was broken, and his gemstones fell off.

Several people came up over there, tied him tightly with two cloth bags, then carried him out of the room and threw him in a carriage - as for his men, everyone had a share, and they were all beaten unconscious.

Put it in a cloth bag and throw it on the carriage like a slave.

As a high priest who kills both the political and religious circles, this is a complete failure in life and career. Not only does he have no chance to stand up, he is also likely to be physically destroyed. And the most depressing thing is that things have reached this point.

To the extent that he didn't even know who was dealing with him, the number of enemies of his "teacher" Cohen was like the stars in the night sky, and the number of enemies of Nizam was like the number of sands in the Ganges.

The ignited building quickly burned into a huge torch, lighting up the entire administrative area of ​​​​Dai City. In this frightening firelight, a long motorcade quietly exited the city gate near the palace...

The city has a large number of gates, most of which are under the control of the army and will never be opened at night. This gate near the palace is under the jurisdiction of the Guards and can be opened at any time.

This is easy to understand, because the palace is actually divided into two parts, one part is inside the city wall, and the other part is outside the city wall, connected by a Hongqiao flyover in the middle. Although this area looks relatively deserted, its tightness ranks among the highest in the entire city.

The front line of the city.

Being able to leave the city from here can only be said that Nizam's treatment is actually very high.

Along the way, Nizam, who was in a coma, kept changing cars and boats, and was even caught by a majestic griffon and flew across the mountains. Finally, he was finally awakened in a dense forest - unlike the usual heroic legends.

The difference was that it was not the girl's gentle fingertips that awakened him, but a large bucket of ice water, but the two were equally stimulating.

"Ah!" Like a fish on a chopping board, Nizam struggled to wake up. He spat out the water in his mouth, let out a dry howl, and began to breathe heavily.

"Hiss-hiss..."

As his eyes adapted to the light, the surrounding scenery gradually became clearer. Nizam immediately began to observe his surroundings. He found that he was in an open space surrounded by dense forests, surrounded by large and small tents, filled with people of all races, and some carrying people.

There were dwarves armed with sledgehammers, elves armed with thin swords, and barbarians wearing thick helmets... But these people at most glanced at him as they walked by, and no one showed much concern for his identity and origins.

"What kind of place is this?" Nizan's eyes widened: "Is it a rebel camp? Or a bandit's lair? Or a slave black market?"

What should a confused man wearing a high priest's robe with ice water dripping from all over his body look like? Combined with Nizam's usually aloof and holy demeanor, the contrast is really too big - so behind Nizam,

There was an uncontrollable laugh, but this sound was like gospel falling from the sky, directly pulling Nizam from the fantasy of life and death back to the real world.

Because the laughter belonged to an acquaintance of Nizam's.

Nizam climbed up from a harsh low-level environment. One of his skills is to remember everyone he interacts with, including their tone and accent. This person who is snickering behind him is absolutely not

Will forget.

At the same time, he knew that this camp would never cause harm to him. To a certain extent, this could be regarded as his base camp, although he had never known that such a place existed.

"I'll bite you to death!" Nzan suddenly turned around, jumped up without caring about his hands being tied, and really opened his mouth to bite you - the man jumped and said with a smile: "I never said that

I want to have lunch with you! It’s useless for you to push me to the top of the tank!”

This smiling young man is Jack, the Chief Justice of the Sibia Empire. In fact, his full name should be - Imperial Chief Justice and Chief Military Judge, with the rank of Lieutenant General, Third-Class Duke Jack!

Even though this person always looks smiling, he is very cunning and very shameless in what he does. Especially when he uses legal provisions and his noble status to set traps for others, he can be called cunning and insidious. Let alone ordinary people.

If you open your mouth to bite him, you probably don't even have the courage to look at him.
To be continued...