Johnson came out of the inspection office in the west of the city, disguised himself as a civilian, and jogged all the way back to the illusion cabin hidden in the aristocratic area of the city. He called his companion's name in a fussy manner, eagerly.
Mr. Secret Agent was sitting lazily on the cushions in the room, with Johnson's men in front of him and behind him. Two Long-Legs assassins were staring at him. He was trapped in the cabin, holding a glass of wine in his hand.
Looking at the bottles on the table, he had been drinking alone for a long time.
When the illusionist came back, Powell replied indifferently, "What's wrong?"
"Can't you guess what I saw in the inspection office?"
As if he had discovered some shocking secret, Johnson held Powell's hand and said, "Victor Hugo is so insidious and cunning. He has played tricks on the entire Cold Wind City."
Powell poured himself another glass and sneered: "Is this considered news? If the lord hadn't caused trouble, why would we be hiding here and there?"
Johnson ignored the other party's teasing and continued: "Damn Hugo deployed hundreds of infantrymen in the inspection office. I think their training is much better than that of ordinary nobles' soldiers."
There are big and small lords. The small lord is often a knight, and the territory is a village with a population of about a hundred households. With two attendants and five serf soldiers, it is considered good if he can go out to fight for half a month without going hungry.
A lord like Zhou Qingfeng who raised a large number of off-duty craftsmen and thousands of troops could already sweep across a city area.
"I also met many wizard knights from other families and adventurers from all walks of life. These shameless guys rushed to abandon their oaths and secretly defected to the new master."
Johnson spoke with anger.
Powell had a 'you only know' expression, "Hugo has money in his hands, how many forces can withstand him poaching? This is a big reshuffle, and people who usually have no way out will naturally come to join them."
Johnson was even more angry but also felt a little relieved, "Hugo is powerful enough. No matter how he does it, he is indeed powerful enough."
The Allard family, the Lehman family, the Minos family in the city, these damn rebellious people originally drove away the Long-Legs family, but now they are in trouble. I really want to see their regretful expressions."
Powell rolled his eyes at this and nodded, "You're right. The dignitaries in the city can't sit still. I'll ask you, that stupid bird."
"Poor man, you are stupid." The demon pet owl on the bird stand cooed, grabbed a few rolls of paper and landed on the owner's head.
Johnson grabbed the paper, glanced at it quickly, and asked in surprise: "The news we just got? Is it accurate?"
"If you trap me here, I can't do anything."
Powell was dragged into the trap by Johnson and was almost placed under house arrest in the illusion cabin. "I can only send your magic pet to contact the few remaining powerful families in the city.
Hugo quickly counterattacked the Longlegs' sneak attack and humiliatingly hung the enemy's corpse. The stupid pariahs in the city naturally cheered for this, but the real nobles could not tolerate this.
Old Arad was mobilizing the forces within his family, but nearly half of the knights refused his call. Several chiefs of the wizard group tried to gather disciples, but nearly half of them could not be contacted.
Hugo's invasion is too severe. Open competition, fair transactions, and unrestricted knowledge dissemination. The heads and chiefs of each family will be unable to control the situation.
Everything Hugo gives is honey with poison, and people are willing to be poisoned by it. If they don't want to die from the poison, the only antidote is to get rid of him.
The powerful people in the city finally realized the real danger and were willing to join forces to eradicate Victor Hugo first. This is the only consensus reached in the past six months. However, they are still arguing about how to do it."
As Powell described, Johnson again perused the scroll in his hand.
In the Wizard's Tower, several chiefs were discussing secretly.
Of the eight chiefs in the past, only five can still sit together. Only half of the wizard group of more than thirty people can still gather together.
Cooperating with "Fu Qiang Leader" starts with happiness, but ends with anger.
The chiefs all felt the pain. They took it for granted that Hugo, like themselves, regarded the secret of magic as a treasure and would never let it out easily.
But Hugo established an open library and taught publicly to outsiders. In just six months, the power generated by monopolizing knowledge was easily dismantled.
This is not a journey at all.
The chiefs denounced Victor Hugo's evil for a while, then counted the people who could still be firmly controlled, and prepared to use their best tricks to fight.
After the calculation, Chief Rao of Evocation cursed: "Damn Hugo reduced the number of people we can use by half, but through various transactions, we have doubled the number of magic supplies such as scrolls."
Chief Change Piero shouted affirmatively: "Our strength has improved a lot in the past six months, and we may not be unable to fight. Kill Hugo, and the knowledge he possesses belongs to everyone."
Knowledge, knowledge, the most important thing for wizards is knowledge.
This is like a gambling game. The chief secretaries are adding chips to their trump cards. If they don't add chips now, they won't have to add chips in the future.
Compared with the 'friendly' atmosphere among the chief wizards, the city lord's palace where the Arad family is entrenched is much more manic. Old Arad called more than a dozen of his sworn enemies, and everyone discussed how to deal with the current dilemma.
"I can also summon six family wizards, fifty knights, and three hundred armed attendants. As for the serf soldiers, those are of no use."
Old Arad slammed his hands on the long oval table, leaned over the table and stared at the dozen former colleagues, today's enemies and allies, and shouted fiercely:
"In the past, the Longlegs were just squeezing us. Victor Hugo wanted us to disappear."
In the gloomy room, there were only a few candlesticks lit in front of the table. The sound of Old Arad's explosion made the candlelight tremble, bearing his extreme anger.
The act of hanging the body of the Knight Long-Legs was a turning point. It helped Victor Hugo win the hearts and minds of the people and attracted the attachment of neutral forces. However, it also dealt a heavy blow to the powerful people in the city and woke them up from their slumber.
Phils Longlegs will not let go of the rebellion in Cold Wind City, and Victor Hugo is coveting the entire Cold Wind City.
It's strange that the powerful people who chose to rebel didn't regret it. They all forgot why they betrayed the Longlegs family in the first place, and now they only hate Victor Hugo for being too greedy.
Faced with the threat of old Arad, the Minos patriarch also slapped the table and cursed: "How come the Arad family only has fifty knights?"
It was okay not to mention this, but mentioning it made Old Arad even more furious, "What? Do you want to have another quarrel? This is already all my family assets. Do you dare to say that your family has not been eroded? How many more troops can you mobilize?
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This question made everyone present feel embarrassed and annoyed. After gathering statistics, the dignitaries could only gather twenty or thirty family wizards, one hundred and forty-fifty knights, and thousands of armed attendants.
But this has fallen significantly from its most powerful period.
The statistics made the heads of each family sad. Old Arad roared again: "We can't delay it any longer. Hugo is like a slow dose of poison. If we don't resist, we will have no chance at all."
"How should we act?" The patriarch of a small family asked the key question.
"Assemble the team and directly besiege the 'rich and powerful leader'." The leader of Minos suggested.
"But Victor Hugo's whereabouts are uncertain. He seems to be at the Wizard's Tower in the city recently."
"Then let's unite the wizards and take action together."
"If we win, should we give half of the victory to the chief wizard?"
"Theoretically, they should be divided."
"So how much can we split?"
"Isn't it ridiculous to discuss the outcome of the battle now?"
"Then who will direct this operation?"
"Of course it's me."
"Why cement?"
"You idiots, why are you still worrying about this when you're going to die?"
In the cold room, in front of the flickering candle, the quarrel started again. There would be no result until the heads of each family quarreled to the point where they lost all their strength.