It is destined to be a night of surging undercurrents.
A carriage drove through the streets of Matar City. Its style was too simple. The frame of the carriage seemed to have not been completely processed and the materials were selected. The joints of the wooden strips seemed to be forcibly put together, and a few iron nails held it together irregularly.
Fixed, in some places, because the wooden strips were too short, wooden boards were used and iron nails were extended along the way. Although the cloth on both sides of the carriage was kept relatively clean, there were a few obvious patches embroidered on it, and one could see through the clumsiness.
Through the cracked gap in the patch, a vague figure could be seen inside the carriage.
This carriage made a harsh squeaking sound as it walked, but other passing carriages took the initiative to make way for it. Perhaps it was because the pace of the only horse in this carriage was too elegant, and the upright sitting posture of the coachman made people feel uncomfortable.
I feel a strange disharmony; maybe this carriage is so bad that other carriages are unwilling to keep pace with it.
At this time, another carriage that was obviously much more luxurious rushed out from the corner of the street. This carriage was shining with gilded light. The luxurious embroidery on the hood showed that this carriage came from a local nobleman. The coachman driving the carriage was extremely arrogant and domineering.
, saw the broken carriage blocking the road from a distance, and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "Get out of the way, civilians!"
A flash of anger flashed across the face of the coachman of the dilapidated carriage. He held the riding crop tightly in one hand, and his finger bones made a snapping sound.
"Calm down, Turro."
An old voice came from inside the dilapidated carriage.
"Yes, elder."
Turro extinguished his anger, snorted at the approaching luxury carriage, and then turned the carriage in a semicircle to pass the luxury carriage.
The spectators who were looking around curiously, waiting for something interesting to happen, had no choice but to go back to what they were doing.
The broken carriage turned back and continued to move forward. This time, there was no noble carriage to give way. Turro successfully stopped the carriage in front of the city lord's palace in Matar City.
He jumped off the carriage, opened the curtain of the carriage, and said respectfully: "Elder, we are here."
The old man in the carriage opened his slightly closed eyes. He nodded to Turro, and with the help of the other party, he stepped out of the carriage unhurriedly and stood in front of the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.
The guards of the City Lord's Mansion had already received the order and recognized the old man's identity at a glance. Although the old man's appearance was surprisingly bland, they still bowed respectfully to the old man and then opened the door of the City Lord's Mansion for him.
The old man was not in a hurry to step in. Instead, he raised his head and took a look at the overall appearance of the City Lord's Mansion, and commented: "Is this the City Lord's Mansion after Alpha's renovation? Well... it is indeed better than that old guy in Nice."
Turro made a sound of disdain and looked at the city lord's palace with his eyes. Every corner of it was extravagantly luxurious. Turro said: "It was built with gold coins!"
"No, Turro."
The old man corrected him and said: "A person who can build a gold coin so elegantly should not be underestimated."
Turro nodded and looked up again. Under the old man's advice, he paid attention to this building. However, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. He couldn't help but secretly remember the old man's words.
The old man then took Turro into the city lord's palace. Someone was already waiting for them, and they took the old man and Turlo directly to the most spacious and gorgeous living room, where Alpha Lane had been waiting for a long time.
Seeing the old man walking into the living room, Alpha immediately stood up and lowered his head, with an unchanging smile on his face, and said: "Elder Goethe, you are finally here."
"The new leader of the line of founding kings invited Lao Chen for the first time. How dare Lao Chen not come?"
Goethe chuckled and sat down on the sofa in front of Alpha unceremoniously, while Terro stood behind Goethe as a bodyguard.
Alpha glanced at Terluo calmly. This ordinary-looking middle-aged man did not hold back his aura. He was clearly a strong man in the holy realm!
Alpha's gaze turned back to Goethe and said in a slightly reproachful tone: "It seems that Elder Goethe is very wary of the younger generation."
Goethe's expression remained unchanged and he replied: "As we get older, we don't have much strength left. We always have to have one or two reliable people around us to feel more at ease."
Then, Goethe's eyes suddenly flashed with a thorny light, nailing Alpha's body, and said: "I don't want to die inexplicably like that old guy in Nice."
His words did not stir up any ripples on Alpha's mask. Alpha waved his hand and said, "Let the sad things pass by. Elder Goethe, please have some tea. This junior brewed it himself."
Alpha handed the tea cup to Goethe with both hands.
However, before Goethe could take the tea cup, Therlo took the lead and took a step forward, blocking the tea cup with one hand. The other hand used the energy in his body to condense a white light thread towards the tea liquid. After a moment, he slowly stepped back.
Said to Goethe: "No problem, Elder."
"Of course no problem."
It was Alpha who took the conversation, and he said regretfully: "You must have been on the battlefield for a long time, so this tea has been tainted with the smell of killing and has changed its taste."
Hearing this, a flash of embarrassment flashed across Terro's face. He thought drinking tea was an elegant thing, but a man like him who likes to fight and kill naturally didn't understand. He didn't know what to refute at the moment.
Fortunately, Goethe broke the silence. He took the tea cup, took a sip, and said, "Maybe the smell of killing is suitable for a dying old man like me, so that I can still appreciate the unruliness of the past."
Then, he reached out to the teapot used by Alpha to hold tea and said: "Moreover, your tea art is not complete. Before filling the water, the teapot should be warmed first. Otherwise, your tea will be heated and cooled.
, the taste has long since changed.”
A flash of astonishment flashed across Alpha's mask-like face. He thought for a moment, then respectfully bowed his head to Goethe and thanked him, saying, "Young man, I will teach you."
"alright."
Goethe waved his hand and said: "Let's get straight to the point. I think our camps are not the same. So, why are you looking for me?"
"No, Elder Goethe, you are wrong about this."
Alpha shook his head, then smiled and said: "At least when it comes to targeting the head of the family, our camps are the same."
"oh?"
Goethe's face flashed with amusement, and he said: "Is the little fox about to show its fangs? Is his appetite too big?"
Alpha didn't mind Goethe's wording. He explained: "Maybe you should listen to the information my men got and then judge... This is an opportunity!"
Then, Alpha snapped his fingers, and Vera, who had been standing on the side of the living room, walked to the table, waiting for Alpha's order.
Goethe looked at Vera. Secrets could not be hidden. Goethe's spy in Yilan City had confirmed that Vera's burnt body was hanging on the gallows in the central square. But now, she was standing here intact.
It's worth Goethe's taking a good look at her.
"Tell Elder Goethe the information you got in Ix City."
"yes."
Vera nodded to Alpha, collected her thoughts, and then turned to Goethe and said: "Lord Goethe, in the news you received, regarding the kidnapping and torture of the Hero King's son, did it only mention that we were defeated by the Hero King's son and others?
Leaving miserably?"
"Yes."
Goethe nodded, and added with unclear meaning: "Ha, I didn't expect this kid Aranza to be so capable."
"Your Excellency Aranza's strength is truly unexpected."
Vera understood Goethe's attitude towards Aranza, so he changed his name to Aranza and continued: "But the fact is more than that... I did not leave the battlefield immediately, but hid in the tower of Ix City.
It was discovered that... Duke Alsis used a power that does not belong to the Lane family, it was..."
"What is it?!"
Goethe stood up suddenly, he had realized that this was an opportunity!
"It's...a half-orc!"
"Orc?!"
Hearing this, Goethe was stunned. The first thing he thought of was of course the product of the intersection between the human race and the orc race. It took him a while to react and asked: "A half-orc turned into a sacred beast?!"
"Yes!"
This time, it was Alpha who spoke. He also stood up and said: "Our head of the family, Duke Alsis, actually colluded with a foreign race and is a bloodthirsty and cruel orc. This is absolutely unacceptable!"
When his words fell, Goethe's mood had returned to calmness. He sat back down, took a sip of tea, and said, "Do you have any conclusive evidence?"
Goethe thought that Alpha would give him a surprising answer, but Alpha shook his head and said, "No."
"Without evidence, it is impossible for us to remove him from office."
"Forcing him to a desperate situation... Alsis's branch cannot resist us. When the time comes, he will definitely need to ask for help from the orcs! We don't have to worry about any evidence!"
"That's true..."
Goethe suddenly sighed and said: "But... half-orcs are not easy to deal with. As far as I know, this is a race that is almost entirely composed of strong men from the Holy Realm. Fortunately, they are not united enough and are scattered throughout the Thorny Continent.
The one who colluded with Alsis should only be a branch. But no matter what, with our strength, the winning rate is still too low... Damn it, Alsis is going to push the Ryan family into the fire pit!"
At this time, Alpha rolled his eyes, and there was a touch of playfulness and speculation on his unchanging expression, and he said, "Maybe we have other allies."
"Others?"
But Goethe laughed and said: "First of all, don't take Aranza's idea. Hey, if you kill Jessie Essoln, he will not let you go, and when the time comes, I will also stand beside Aranza."
Bian; as for the mercenary kings, Alpha, you know how much hatred you have forged with them."
"That's not what I'm talking about."
Alpha shook his head and said: "There is one more thing that I must tell you... In the central square of Ix City, Aranza defeated the orc with a sneak attack. However, the orc did not really die. In Alan
When Sa left through space teleportation, it came back to life and opened the portal to Aranza's location. I'm sure, because at that time, the space fluctuations were not yet stable, and with the ability of the orcs, it was easy to lock Aranza.
Where to go."
Goethe's eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "You mean, an orc is chasing Aranza?"
"But neither your eyeliner nor mine have received any news of a war in Noland City. To say there is something unusual is that there was a sudden snowstorm in Noland City."
Alpha knew what Goethe wanted to say, so he took the initiative to refute himself, and then explained: "But what I want to tell you is that the orc, its true form is an ice crystal ancient tooth tiger - only such a guy can cause a blizzard.
, but it did not appear in Noland City, but only caused a blizzard. I guess that after it opened the portal to Noland City, it was intercepted in the void, and a big battle broke out..."
He paused, with rare rigor in his brows, and said: "What I mean is that there is probably a force we don't know about somewhere we can't see..."
"Ha ha!"
Goethe suddenly laughed twice and said: "You are gambling!"