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137. Everything went according to plan

One person and one monster were facing each other in the arena, and they suddenly started fighting.

Although the muscular man held a heavy two-handed sword, his figure was extremely agile and he seemed to be able to face this highly dangerous monster with ease. He easily evaded and neutralized all the opponent's methods. It only took a few minutes.

Behead him.

On the other hand, he was unscathed, and even his breathing was not disturbed. His performance was perfect, enough to serve as a textbook demonstration of "how to hunt a bloody tearer alone".

Seeing that he easily and effortlessly solved the monsters and performed extremely brilliantly, the great philanthropist on the stage, Walsh, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said cautiously in that extremely humble tone:

"Two venerables, this guy is a gladiator that I carefully trained. He is extremely talented! He has been exposed to various rigorous trainings since he was a child. Later, he also studied under the new sword master Sir Barlow. He has very rich practical experience..."

"I believe he will definitely give people a big surprise when he steps into the fencing competition!"

He boasted a lot, and the excellent performance of his men gave him a little more confidence.

But who knew that such a perfect answer would only be ridiculed?

"Tsk...that's it?"

"He can't even beat the village dog."

Although Ada was characterized by Luo Er as one of the two brothers who could not be carved out of wood, and often did some backbreaking work that other villagers were too lazy to show up for, he still had a high vision.

"With such a performance, is it worthy of being called a swordsman?"

His sarcasm reached the ears of the gladiator without fail, which made the guy angry. He let out a roar, kicked his feet fiercely, jumped up high, and instantly crossed the gap between the arena and the stands.

From a far distance, the heavy sword in his hand struck hard at A Da's head.

Ah Da still sat there motionless, but raised two fingers of his right hand, making a gesture like smoking.

The heavy sword he swung was originally aimed at his head, but somehow it struck at his two raised fingers and landed just in between his fingers, being firmly clamped.

The gladiator was stunned for a moment, and all the muscles in his body suddenly bulged, trying with all his strength to pull out the heavy sword.

But Ah Da's two fingers were like a strong vise. No matter how much force the opponent exerted, the epee remained motionless.

The gladiator couldn't help but have a look of astonishment on his face. Although he had exerted all his strength, the feedback from the hilt of the sword was very strange. It didn't feel like it was being fixed, but rather like the sword was stuck in the mud and exerted force.

The feeling that it will only sink deeper and deeper.

Ada was not angry because of such an offense, and even nodded and said:

"Your courage is commendable. You are the second person who dares to swing a sword at me."

"But I don't have the energy to start over."

After saying that, he clamped the sword's blade with his fingers and exerted slight force.

The gladiator suddenly felt a huge force that was difficult to describe in words attack him through the blade and hilt of the sword. He was instantly knocked upside down and fell back into the arena below the auditorium.

And the well-made, sturdy and durable heavy sword also disintegrated into pieces and fell to the ground, making a crisp clanging sound.

"That's it, continue to follow your plan, but you have to work harder and try to make me feel more fun."

Ada said, stood up, picked up his cane, and slowly disappeared from the place with his brothers.

After he had left for a long time, the great philanthropist came back to his senses from the shock. A strong resentment suddenly appeared on his face. He crawled across the auditorium on hands and feet, jumped into the center of the arena, and faced the horn who was still lying on the ground.

The fighter threw a flurry of punches and kicks.

"You unfed wolf! You almost killed me!"

"You actually dare to attack such a being. Is your head full of mush?"

"Bastard bastard bastard!"

The gladiator lay on the ground, curled up slightly, motionless, and endured silently.

In fact, he was not injured at all. Although the opponent knocked him away, they still held back.

But this was only physical, but his mind suffered a strong shock, so he kept lying on the ground motionless, as if he was reminiscing about the scene just now.

It's a bit like the kind of awe that humans naturally feel after seeing the real peak.

The great philanthropist beat and scolded him for a long time before he finally stopped, knelt down and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

After I was found by those two weirdos dressed as gentlemen and wearing masks, I felt like I was in a nightmare every day, but to survive to this day is simply a miracle on earth.

He was found by those two weirdos three days ago. At that time, he was locking himself in the secret study and sorting out the pieces of information on the table. These were all obtained through various means through his charity foundation.

Collected by covert means without leaving any trace.

Among a large amount of information, there was a telegram that he placed in a separate location, which looked particularly eye-catching. It read:

"The murderer was an enthusiastic member of the public who did not want to be named. Stop trying to trick my friends, or I will kill you all within three days! I will spread your ashes for you!"

When he received this telegram, he was extremely angry.

Have you been threatened?

He is a great philanthropist who accepts both black and white, and he is also the intelligence director of a powerful organization called the Apostles, but he was actually threatened by an unknown guy?

So he kept the telegram, intending to catch this arrogant guy and make him understand what awe is.

As a result, the air in front of him suddenly became distorted, and the two weirdos suddenly came to him, which made him understand what awe was.

After that, the talking weirdo made him promise not to disclose his existence to outsiders, and also used some strange means to make him tell everything he knew in his mind verbatim.

"We will come back in two days."

After saying these words, the two weirdos gradually distorted and disappeared into the air.

The great philanthropist quickly picked up a pen and paper and planned to write a secret letter to report the matter to the apostles in the organization.

As a result, as soon as he started writing, he felt a strong palpitation, and his heart stopped beating at that moment.

He was sure that if he dared to write even one more character, he would die of myocardial infarction in an instant.

But after all, he is a long-established philanthropist and the chief intelligence officer of a powerful organization called the Apostles. His psychological quality is still excellent. He quickly calmed down and made the most correct response:

Just pretend nothing happened!

His own life is still very important. He has not enjoyed enough of the great philanthropist's wealth and extravagance.

As for the organization’s plan? Let’s talk about it... Anyway, there are thirteen apostles in the organization, so they should be able to deal with these two weirdos, right?

Then just yesterday, the tenth apostle who came to meet him was, right under his nose, broken into pieces by the two weirdos who appeared again using some unknown and strange means.

Literally piece by piece, the powerful apostle failed to make the slightest resistance, and turned into mosaic-shaped fragments, and then melted into the air.

Only then did the great philanthropist realize how terrifying these two weirdos were...

Every apostle in the organization is a tenth-level demigod.

Either they don't want to be sealed and restrained all year round like the demigods of the empire; or they join the apostolic organization for various reasons in order to take the last step.

As a result, such a demigod was killed instantly without any resistance...

Then what level of existence should these two weirdos be?

If the first apostle and the second apostle took action in person, could they be dealt with?

Moreover, this incident reminded him of the eleven apostles who died suddenly and mysteriously just a few days ago.

He was also a veteran demigod, with a powerful weapon like the Chaos Cage in his hands. He had only recently been awakened and was ordered to investigate the strange phenomena on Peak No. 9 of the Snake Ridge Mountains.

There, he successfully used the Chaos Cage to ambush the investigation team sent by the empire, causing them to inflict hundreds of casualties at one time. He achieved a quite magnificent record and escaped unscathed, thus receiving an internal commendation from the organization.

The great philanthropist himself was also happy about this. He held a grand cocktail party under other circumstances that night. Seeing that the slow and stupid imperial nobles were still kept in the dark and came to the banquet happily, he let

He had a strong sense of superiority that controlled everything behind the scenes.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Just as the Eleven Apostles continued to investigate the matter, he died suddenly and suddenly, and the two eighth-level legends who were working with him also disappeared mysteriously.

What's even weirder is that his body is still staying in the organization's safe house, without any injuries on his appearance, and even his expression is particularly peaceful, as if he is asleep.

But it was just an empty shell. His soul had been completely annihilated due to unknown reasons, and all the extraordinary power he had finally accumulated had disappeared.

The organization suddenly fell into panic, eager to wake up the first and second apostles, but the fourth apostle who was on duty forcibly held them down, and issued an order that the people below were not allowed to continue investigating and pursuing the matter.

This move is not in line with the apostolic organization's style of retribution. It has obviously resulted in the loss of a precious combat force, so how can it be given up?

"Don't ask any more questions, I will explain it to the two leaders myself."

"This incident reminds me of the huge accident eighteen years ago..."

The great philanthropist doesn't know exactly what happened eighteen years ago, but he roughly knows that the huge and great "King's Landing Plan" currently being organized was due to some changes beyond his control, which caused the entire plan to collapse.

It was postponed for eighteen years.

But now, just as this great plan once again entered a critical juncture, they lost two more apostles one after another.

The great philanthropist has smelled something bad and clearly knows that the situation is beyond his control.

Although he holds a high position in the organization, due to the special nature of this organization, he is not a transcendent person, so he can avoid being controlled by the Scholars Association and can wear the shell of a philanthropist to conduct various intelligence and espionage operations under the nose of the empire.

Work.

So he once again made the wisest choice and bowed his head to those two weirdos and swore allegiance to them.

However, the behavior of these two guys was also very strange. They seemed to have no intention of stopping the apostles' plan to rule. Apart from casually killing the tenth apostle, they were more like curious spectators.

They just asked for more details of the plan, took no action, and let the great philanthropist proceed as planned, hoping that he would make the situation more interesting.

But the tenth apostle in the original plan has been torn into mosaics by your hands! How do you want me to carry out the original plan?

As a result, the weirdo seemed to hear his thoughts and asked with a chuckle:

"Are you teaching me how to do something?"

The great philanthropist dared not speak out in anger, so he could only find other reasons to prevaricate to the higher authorities, asking them to quickly wake up other apostles to fill the vacancy of the tenth apostle.

Then those two weirdos came again today. First, they ordered him to purchase various materials in large quantities, such as cement, wood, stone bricks, colored stones, various farm tools, crop seeds, etc., and then sent them to him in the name of a charity fund.

Go to that remote village in Kodo Province.

The great philanthropist could only do as he was told and did not dare to ask.

Then, they looked at the gladiator they planned to send to participate in the sword competition, which was the scene that was staged before.

"These two venerables, what is their purpose?"

The great philanthropist muttered softly.

"Abba, Abba, Abba."

The gladiator next to him replied.

This guy is totally dumb.

The great philanthropist suddenly roared:

"Stop yelling, go away and heal your injuries, and then continue training. You don't have to go on stage to fight with others these days. You can concentrate on preparing for the swordsmanship competition!"

After the Kuchiki brothers appointed by Rohr left the arena, their figures reappeared in the stables of the swordsmen group and came to the little donkey.

The little donkey was chewing carrots. When he saw them coming, he quickly walked over, waggled his ears and said hello, and generously handed over the half-chewed carrot, as if entertaining guests.

"That's not necessary. We are here to give you something."

As Ada spoke, he took out a plump, bright-colored sweetheart fruit from his arms.

The little donkey's eyes suddenly filled with happiness, he didn't want the remaining half of the carrot, and quickly took a bite of the sweet fruit.

"There is still one."

Ada took out another sweetheart fruit and placed it on the little donkey's head.

"Village Chief, you must also know that he is always slow when it comes to things... Oh no, I mean calm..."

"We don't dare to get close to him, so from now on, we have to rely on you to take more care of him."

The little donkey nodded, shook his head, and let the sweet fruit on his head fall into a cloth bag hanging next to his belly.

The pockets were filled with carrots, which Luo Ertu hung up easily, but the hanging position was very off, so the little donkey had to bend its neck very far to get it.

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Here is today’s list:

Thanks to Hide and Seek Moon Shadow, Blue and White Zombie, and Mercury’s Masked Superman. It’s hard to come up with names and I always give them generous rewards.

Alas, today’s list is so short…


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