After walking out of Parchi's mansion and looking at the endless crowds of people on the long street, Qingjun felt lost for a moment.
He shook his head to himself, but he couldn't get rid of Haruhiko's blue-grey face with a hint of helplessness and hateful face in his mind.
"Do I need you to come to my rescue? After this, I'm afraid your time is really running out! Idiot!" the old man thought angrily, but felt his nose was a little sore.
"Master, are you okay..." A small young man looked around, then approached the old man and asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, better than ever." Master Qingjun raised his eyebrows and said softly: "Varodya, come with me for a walk!"
The short young man was Volodya who came to Alov from Rus to find out the truth before he recovered from his serious injury, and had just returned to Meaux.
"We met in a hurry this time, and I haven't heard you tell me about the situation in Zovka!" the old man said casually.
"The Ulan official army has surrounded the place. They fought a battle and each suffered casualties. However, the city of Zovka is strong, the rebels are not weak in combat power, and many of the residents are leaning toward Rus or still.
The old feelings for the Chahan forces are unforgettable, so the government forces have nothing good to do in the short term!" Valodya replied in a deep voice.
"It seems that the Ulan people did not divide their troops at the border to guard against the Ruhr invasion!" Qingjun sighed.
"It is said that there were disagreements among the middle and high-level officials about the division of troops, but in the end, the special envoy sent by McCann unified their minds. I think the Ulan people have a conspiracy. It's not that they can't take down Zovka, but they are unwilling to
Just take it down so quickly!" the young man analyzed coldly.
"The Ulan people are in danger of losing their eggs, so why are they in the mood to hatch any conspiracy? This is obviously a ploy by the McCann people to surround them for reinforcements! Humph!" the old man said disdainfully.
Varodya lowered his head in agreement, and seemed to be avoiding Qingjun's gaze.
"Do you know my identity?" Qingjun walked forward slowly and asked, changing the subject.
"I heard some news among Ulan's army, but in the end it was Master Delkin who confirmed the matter..." Varoja told the truth. He glanced at the old man with a calm face, and said apologetically: "I know
According to the 'bat' rules, subordinates have no right to ask the identity of their superiors. But I couldn't hold it back, so I took the initiative to ask!"
"Haha, since it has spread in the military, it will be exposed sooner or later. I just hope you understand that the friendship between you and I has no direct relationship with each other's identities!" Qingjun said with a smile.
"I just hope you won't blame me for what I did in Ross Arena. After all, that big killer weapon almost killed you..." The old man sighed again.
"You must have had no choice but to do that...and it was my own initiative to switch identities with Nathan! Not only can I not blame you, I also want to thank you for saving the lives of the princess's men to keep me safe!"
Varodya replied respectfully.
Master Qingjun shook his head noncommittally, and suddenly his voice turned cold and asked: "Where did you recover from your injuries after being taken away by Mai Sang? What did he ask? Just let you go so casually?"
Volodya's heart tightened, but he responded calmly: "That was a courtyard they had prepared a long time ago. He was seriously injured at the time and had no chance to talk to me. Later, the man you rescued was named Tu.
They politely told me I could leave and they didn’t mean to make things difficult for me.”
"Hmm... I don't know why they got together with the Hemei family again. It seems that Princess Chahan is hiding a lot of things from me!" The old man nodded and murmured to himself.
Volodya had already heard about the scene that happened on the ruins of the arena. Although he felt that the relationship between Maisan and the Hemei family was not as simple as "getting together", at this time he could only remain silent and did not dare to
Say half a word more.
"I exploded an atomic cloud bomb in the arena...don't you have anything to say?" Qingjun slowed down and asked, changing the subject.
The young man pondered for a moment and responded calmly: "Although I know that everything happens for a reason, I really don't agree with your approach. For example, one of my specialties is assassination, but I will never drag tens of thousands of people to complete the task.
Buried with people!”
Hearing this, the old man turned and stared at Varoja for a moment before nodding and saying: "It's good that you have your own principles. I hope you can stick to them..."
"Many times, people think that holding heavy weapons is the key to protecting their home and country, but in fact, a killing weapon is a killing weapon. If it can kill others, it can kill itself even more!" Qingjun sighed again.
"Is this trick you used in the arena just to give everyone a warning?" Varodya's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly.
"If you can, that's great! But in fact, no matter how severe the pain is, within a few years, people will return to greed without knowing the nature of restraint!" The old man's eyes darkened and his tone was very helpless.
"It must be like this!" The young man ignored Qingjun's sigh, but said excitedly: "I was not completely unconscious when I was taken away from the arena. I saw with my own eyes that Mai Sang stood up and flew in the air.
The energy on the tops of the seven towers was mobilized to form a huge protective star screen. The energy on the towers was pre-arranged by you, right?!"
For Volodya, Qingjun was not only a good teacher but also a helpful friend. From the old man, he got a glimpse of the magical magic of the Bianju Sect, and also benefited a lot from the ideas contained in it to find new ways to break through people's potential. He knew
My teacher is a bit extreme, but I never believe that the other person is a murderous demon king.
Looking at the young man's expectant eyes, Master Qingjun had a doubt about what he was going to do for the first time, but then he gave up the idea, "I didn't expect that the truth was really like this... Alas! This wheat
Sang is indeed blessed with a destiny that defies heaven, but does he know the truth that 'it is hard to disobey God's will'?!" The old man did not answer the young man's question, but murmured to himself.
"You have to remember that you are not my apprentice, and don't publicize our relationship too much! As for that Mai Sang, you might as well have more contact with him if you want, but it's best not to be an enemy of him, no matter when
! These two things are very important, you must remember them!" The old man waved his hand to stop Volodya who wanted to ask more questions and continued.
"What are you..." The young man noticed something strange and frowned slightly.
Qingjun smiled and did not explain anymore. He stopped, took out the letter from his arms and handed it to Varodya, "This is what I want you to do next. If you can trust me, follow the instructions."
Do it! But if you feel it's inappropriate, you can also ruin it! However, after seven days, you'd better not stay in Meaux. I heard Delgin said that Deputy Head of State Roger also admires you very much, so why not go first?
He's waiting for news there."
Varodya was slightly frightened, knowing that the close relationship between him and the fat old man Roger had been discovered. He was about to ask the other party why he wanted to leave by himself, but his attention was attracted by a mansion not far from where he stopped.
"Haha!" The old man said with a smile: "Yes, this is where I want to do things!"
"Isn't this the residence of Mr. Graf, the Chief of General Staff? Are you looking for him?!" The young man asked in a low voice, looking at the heavily guarded guards.
"I have a hostage stored here, and now it's time to go and treat him! Go and do your work, remember what I said!" Master Qingjun finished speaking mysteriously, waved his hand and strode towards Ruhr.
Walk to the private residence of the Chief of Staff.