The people left, and only Safim and the prisoner disciples who were scattered throughout the royal capital were left in the dilapidated villa.
"Who could be the killer?" Safim ordered his disciples to find the Tongyi Stone, and he personally drew the space array diagram of Tongyi on the table: "Could it... could it be someone sent by the king?
"As soon as this thought occurred in his mind, he was startled: "If it is really the king, he knows that Di Kui led people to Xizela, and he should also be very aware of the lack of personnel in the royal capital. If he takes advantage of this moment
It is a good opportunity to eliminate the influence of the Prisoner's Gate in the royal capital. Could it be... is this really the case? After you have finished using us, you have to remove this stumbling block?"
No matter what, Safim had to tell Di Kui about the situation as soon as possible. Di Kui asked him to report what happened during the day to his superiors every night, and today was no exception.
On the other side, on the way from the royal capital to Xizera Province, the people led by Dikui Bodokasijie were also resting in the town. He did not lead a large group of people to rush to Xizera Province, but
It is to disperse the people and concentrate them from all directions towards Xizela Province.
After many days of recuperation and supplementation, Bodokashijie's complexion has improved a lot. Although the root cause of the long-term illness has been eliminated, his weak body will not recover in a short time. At this moment, he saw Sa
Fim reported the information, and his slightly pale face became more solemn.
"What's wrong, my king?" At the Prisoner's Gate, except for the most powerful machine, Muse, who could talk to Emperor Kui at will, only Inaniga could say such a frivolous thing.
"See for yourself." Bodokasijie walked away from the memory stone and presented the text on the table to Inaniga's eyes.
Inaniga raised her slender eyebrows and said, "We have only been away for a few days and something like this happened in the capital!"
Bodokaji was very angry and slapped the mahogany table with his palm, causing the entire table to fall apart.
"Dikui, do you think it was really the king who sent someone to do it as Safim said?" Inanija stepped forward and put her hand on Bodokasiji's broad shoulder and asked.
"He has a motive, and there are many coincidences. But..." Bodokasijie was quiet for a while and said: "Even if the king wants to get rid of us as prisoners, there is no reason to attack us at this time. On the one hand, the empire is dealing with the outside world
On the other hand, the remnants of Zalberg’s party in the country have not yet been eliminated. Radat’s doing this at this time will only make us hostile in advance. No matter how stupid he is, he will not do such a stupid thing. And since he wants to
Go ahead, why don't you get rid of Safim? What happened today is very suspicious, I'm afraid it's not as simple as Safim saw."
Inanija asked: "Does Di Kui want to rush back to deal with this matter?"
"No need." Bodokashijie said: "We have been away from the royal capital for several days, and we have to waste a lot of time going back and forth. Dealing with this matter will not be solved in a short time. Now Cizerana
By the way, Celeste Shadow has already started his plan. If we are delayed on the way, we may lose the opportunity to eliminate Death Mafia. And as long as we can gain a firm foothold in Xizela, we will have more worries.
."
"That's right. Now we only need to wait for all the senior staff of Death Mafia to gather in Longdan City, and we can annihilate them in one fell swoop. This matter is even more important in comparison."
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There is a small border town at the border between Sizera Province and foreign countries. The square houses made of yellow adobe, the deserted streets, and the listless trees standing in this city make this small town even more desolate.
Originally, this small town called Manla Town was not so desolate. It was bustling here a few years ago, and passing business travelers used it as a trading port connecting San Vicoia with the outside world. It has thousands of camels.
Caravans would leave here with exquisite goods, silks and advanced crafts, and there would be returning caravans bringing fruits, gems, spices and other items from abroad into the territory of Saint Vicoia. Yes, this was once the
The favorite treasure land of smugglers, but now it has fallen into decline.
Manla's downfall was due to the rise of the Death Mafia. Those Death Mafia, who were more cruel than the bandits in the desert, occupied this rich smuggler's mouth and imposed protection that was more expensive than tariffs.
They paid fees and used their bloody methods to force the residents to hand over their property. So Mangla fell into decline and became a desolate and uncared for wilderness.
Although we haven't reached the Sea of Forgotten yet, we are not far from the boundary of the world's largest desert. The wind and sand blowing every day and every night have caused the adobe houses here to be severely weathered. Broken walls, collapsed wreckage, etc.
A scrawny black wild cat was curled up under an old tree, as if it would die at any time due to the harsh environment here.
However, this lifeless little town was about to spend this long and boring night as usual, when a rumble of footsteps came from far away from the small town. The powerless wild cat suddenly woke up, and it quickly
I jumped up to the wall and squatted down, and soon I saw a large convoy of people pouring into the streets of the small town.
"stop."
The convoy slowly stopped, and people sitting on monsters, camels or carriages got off one after another, unloading the items on the vehicles, and seemed to plan to spend the night here.
More than two thousand people really planned to spend the night here. Ever since Death Mafia became rampant, there was no decent place to live nearby. Those who could escape have all fled, and those who cannot escape have died.
After the people on the bus got off the bus, they began to set up tents on the street. They did not dare to live in the weathered earth houses that might collapse at any time. They just needed a place to shelter from the wind in the gaps in the lanes.
The tent was set up, and barrels of wine were unloaded from the car. After nine hours of traveling, we only ate something casually on the way. Now it was time to take a good rest and have a good meal.
The fire in the camp was swaying, illuminating the thin cat on the wall. The cat was originally very alert, but now it just wanted to jump down and steal two fish from the crowd. Beside the campfire, most people
Everyone was very satisfied with their meal, but a group of people in the center of the camp looked a little solemn.
"Hillary, don't be so worried. It's just that a group of government troops captured our castle on Mount Ilsius. The sacrifices were buried deep in the mountains behind the castle, and there was a golden gate seal made of blood.
They won't be able to open it for a while." The man who spoke was about forty years old, with long silver hair just hanging on his shoulders, silver eyes, and a ten-centimeter scar above and below his left eye. He was wearing brown leather armor.
, a leather buckle hung diagonally on his shoulder, and a silver wolf head pendant hung on his chest. At this time, he was using a wooden branch to stir the fire, and the leather gloves he was wearing had bright silver stars on them.
Steel Nail. This person's name is Mafia, and he is the leader of Death Mafia.
The person called Hillary is a man in his thirties, with long black curly hair, a pointed chin, a thin face, and short and thin eyebrows. He is wearing dark green scales, dark green trousers, and a waistband.
He buckled a wide golden belt and tied a pair of tuxedo-like wings tightly behind his back.
Hillary always looked a little melancholy, with an aristocratic air in his movements. He wore a pair of white thin silk gloves. After patting the sand and dust on his body, he took off the gloves and threw them away, and then changed them to the woman standing next to him.
He put on a pair of clean white gloves before calming down. He cleared his voice and spoke in a smooth and gentle tone, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him in his spare time:
"I'm not in a hurry. No one knows the magic of blood-condensed gold better than me. I'm just worried about whether there are other problems involved."
"what is the problem?"
Hillary said: "Those corrupt bureaucrats, who have always been silent about our death, Mafia, suddenly went out of their way and attacked Mount Ilsus?"
Mafia said: "I heard that the political situation in Saint Bikeya has changed recently. Prince Judgment, who was in power, was ousted. Perhaps because of this, the local government wanted to show its political achievements to the king. This is why we have
Take action."
Hillary also felt that this was very possible and nodded lightly: "However, those holy coins buried in the mountain are related to our future. 9.9 billion holy coins will be minted soon. We must not do it here.
Something went wrong.”
"Don't worry, I have summoned brothers from all over the country and are gathering at Xizera. There are no less than 50,000 people, all of whom are my capable generals. With the strength of our people, even if Xizela's government troops occupy
I can take back Mount Ilsius. Besides, even if it is the regular army of the St. Bikoa Empire, it is not a problem for me to pick up an army general with my personal ability. Plus you and the six holy priests, those local officers and soldiers will not be able to do anything at all.
Vulnerable." Mafia said nonchalantly.
Six holy priests were sitting around them. They were dressed like priests. Three priests in white and three priests in black. Each of them held an exquisite staff, but the white priest held a
As for the staff with a pointed bottom, the one held by the black priest has a round bottom.
Hillary still seemed very cautious: "Despite this, we'd better solve the problem in another way. Now that the sacrifice is almost completed, at this critical moment, we might as well make some concessions to the Cizera government, so that we can
It is best to resolve this dispute peacefully without using weapons. As long as the sacrificial ceremony is completed, we don't need to care about anything else."
"Well, then I'll listen to you." Mafia was quite disdainful of Hillary's caution. The people he led had been rampant in Xizela Province for so many years, and even defeated the local army several times, so there was no need for it at all.
Although he took this matter seriously, he still respected Hillary's opinion. Without Hillary, his Death Mafia would not be as strong as it is today.