It’s six o’clock in the afternoon on March 3, year 916 in the calendar of the gods.
The sun was low, the clouds were thick, and dusk was approaching on the horizon.
Under Roland's decision, everyone was digging at the top of the sewer, hoping to dig directly into the center of Rib Blade Street and catch the undead by surprise.
Deke took the initiative to volunteer and stayed behind with Roland to lay a trap for the people who came down from the roof so that they would not delay the "business" of Roland and his party.
"It's snowing."
Roland looked up at the color of the indicator light at the top of the sewer and whispered.
"The Moon of Shadows is here...someone will freeze to death again."
Deckard, who was following him, sighed deeply.
He answered casually, but unexpectedly Roland suddenly turned his head, his eyes under the black robe staring at him closely.
"No one will freeze to death," Roland repeated. "This year, no one will freeze to death."
Deckard frowned and looked at Roland, staring at him closely. Roland also kept looking at him without fear.
After a long time, Dyke finally compromised and took a step back, bowing slightly to Roland.
"Well, no one will freeze to death this year, Mr. Orlando."
At most, they just send some cotton-padded clothes to the homeless people on their own streets——
To be honest, Deke didn't even want to give them cotton-padded clothes. It would be best if they could freeze to death.
In his opinion, these homeless people are simply the scum of the scum. They never work and want to live a nourishing life without giving anything.
But if that's all, that's it. It doesn't matter if you keep them like dogs.
But the most detestable thing is their ridiculous and arrogant tramp-like wisdom.
These pitiful and hateful little things are actually much more perceptive than other residents in some matters. They can always detect whether a regional manager is truly compassionate, or whether he is hiding his ferocious face under a mask of compassion.
Afterwards, they will form groups and live in the streets of those benevolent managers, doing whatever they can to cause trouble, and dedicatedly suck out every drop of blood of these street managers, or simply force them to abandon their kindness and become as hard as iron.
And there is no reason for them to kill these homeless people. In a chaotic place like the City of Fortune, rules are very important, and you must abide by the rules you set.
So they could only pay Bloodfinger to kill these homeless people silently and throw them into the sewer.
But there are too many homeless people.
There are really too many of them. It would take a considerable amount of money to kill them until they exit their street. Moreover, after they leave, they will try their best to talk about how bad the street manager is. They quickly gained reputation for their previous righteous deeds.
He will be completely defeated by them.
These bastards are annoying as hell, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. It can be said that their existence itself is enough to give people a headache.
"No," unexpectedly, Roland shook his head, "that's not what I meant."
What else do you want?
Dyke sighed forcefully, frowned deeply and looked at Roland.
If the request was not too excessive, he would not be able to refuse. After all, the people of Broken Throat Avenue still need the help of Mr. "Orlando" to survive the professor's conspiracy.
After all, he could no longer return to Fararu.
Dyke also heard that the two little guys entrusted by the old mountain king to the silent wizard to protect were kidnapped by the people of the Green Fruit Lock. The little girl who had a good relationship with the little mountain king and was very likely to become the queen of the mountain people in the future was also trapped.
Slave. Slave collar - It can be said that Marcus will definitely die. The difference is that he commits suicide or the mountain king himself puts a noose on him.
If Dyke returns to Fararu, he will definitely be questioned as well. But in fact, the Old Mountain King does not want to give up this power in the City of Fortune. At the same time, a well-trained magic knife wizard is also a very cherished resource.
He was confident that if he pretended to be stupid and refused to go back, Fararu would never send someone to summon him.
However, Master Marcus will definitely die. The question now is how to keep his territory.
"I just want to say..."
Roland looked very distressed and pressed his forehead with his hand.
"Those residents who have houses and jobs will not be too afraid of winter, but those who don't have houses...maybe some people will be killed by this year's explosion?"
"It's unlikely. Even if they are..."
Halfway through his words, Decker suddenly got stuck.
No, he understood. He knew what Roland meant.
A wet fear similar to the previous wet gaze but much weaker slowly surrounded him.
But at the same time, he was also deeply attracted by Roland's words. It must be said that Roland's words were very tempting.
Everyone knows that Broken Throat Avenue and Ribbon Street are two streets where homeless people like to live, and there are quite a lot of homeless people gathered there.
Now, a terrible explosion occurred here...
So, if these homeless people disappear in large numbers, no one will care, right? No one has ever paid attention to them, so who knows how many homeless people were killed by bombings?
That's right... Marcus said before that he wanted to find an excuse to clear out these homeless people, and now this explosion is a very good time!
At this moment, Dyke had subconsciously regarded himself as the next manager of Broken Throat Avenue, and carefully considered Roland's statement from the perspective of a regional manager.
Maybe you can send someone to kill them all and throw them into the sewer... No, it would not be normal if no one escapes at all. It would not be good for your reputation.
By the way, we must first completely kill the group of stinking crows on Broken Throat Avenue. In this case, no one but the Sword Wizards like myself will know how much damage has been done on Broken Throat Avenue...
Thoughts quickly emerged in Dyke's mind one by one. He never even thought about what he would do if he was not the one to take over the position of regional manager.
No. To be more precise, even if that kind of thought floated through his mind, Decker would probably throw it away with disdain.
Even the smart wizard Dyke has thought of a good way to clean up the annoying bugs in the Crows. Isn't it natural to take over the position of leader?
"……I see!"
He nodded excitedly: "Thank you, Lord Orlando, for your advice!"
"You don't have to thank me yet, Deke."
Dyke saw Lord "Orlando" leaning slightly, and a floral fragrance vaguely smelling of blood and pepper emanated from his body, full of natural fragrance.
...Lord Orlando, are you a woman?
This thought vaguely appeared in Deke's mind.
Just as Deke was thinking, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
The cold sweat suddenly broke down on my back.
"Do you want to know how I know your name?"
Mr. "Orlando" put his slender index finger on Decker's forehead. The nails were not very long, but they were frighteningly sharp. With just a light poke, Dell felt that his forehead had been punctured.
"Of course," "Orlando"'s voice was as hoarse as a snake, mixed with deep laughter, forming an almost terrifying and crazy harmony, "before you die, you asked me to pray for you -
"
At that moment, Dyke seemed to see the flash of mercury under the black robe.
The eye color of mercury? How can humans have eyes of that color...
But soon, such insignificant details were ignored by Decker.
"You mean, I'm going to die soon?"
"Exactly."
"Orlando" Lord asserted.
"There is a ruthless person among your two colleagues. The person named Luo Lin found a professor's bomb and planned to blow you up here to seize the leader's position."
Rowling?
She actually wants to kill me?
How dare she kill me! How could she——
Deke's pupils narrowed, and anger suddenly welled up in his heart.
Since Mr. "Orlando" can know the name of that woman, he will definitely see how he calls her in the future. You must know that the names of the Magic Knife Wizard and the Astrology Wizard are top secret. This is the source of their power. It is also them.
Your biggest weakness will never be revealed to outsiders.
Then, there is no doubt about the authenticity of the prophecy.
Now Dyke is extremely lucky that he can find a prophecy professional and make good friends with him.
What he wants now is to use Lord "Orlando"'s prophecy to strike first and find an opportunity to kill that bitch.
"Please help me! Lord Orlando!"
Thinking of this, Dyke immediately knelt down very decisively.
"Don't be like this-" Roland caught him.
Deke took advantage of the situation and changed his worship to half-kneeling. He lowered his head and kissed the fingers of Roland's left hand. Then he raised his head and looked at Roland with a sincere face: "No! Please save me! Mr. Orlando, I don't want to die yet!"
"Of course, you won't die. The premise is that you listen to me."
The black-robed "Orlando" showed a strange smile on his lips. But at this moment, Dyke couldn't care about anything else.
"Of course I will listen to you! I will listen to you in everything!"
"Very good. Now, come to the front with me," Roland lowered his head and whispered to Dyke, "I will prove it to you."
Five minutes are coming soon——
"——The first bomb detonated by your dear colleague will be right where you are standing."
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