While the Chaldean trio worked hard to obtain information from Osmandis, Lu Xiao had initially gained the trust of Hassan.
Baimao told Lu Xiao some real-time information that did not involve the core secrets of the people of the mountain, including the holy ceremony that would be held outside the holy capital in the near future.
Hassan of the Assassin Order is not as powerful as the Knights of the Round Table in frontal combat, but their ability to collect intelligence is unmatched by the knights in heavy armor.
Hassan, including Baimai, has already obtained the truth about the so-called holy ceremony.
When he introduced Lu Xiao to his residence in Xizhi Village and talked about the holy ceremony, Bai Mang showed a sneer on his face.
"Sacred selection ceremony? Stop joking."
"It was just one bloody massacre after another. Among the selection teams of thousands of people, only a few people were selected to live in the Holy City. How is this kind of cruel behavior sacred?"
Lu Xiao frowned and asked: "Don't the local residents know that Shengba was a massacre? Why do they still have to go to the Holy Capital with all the hardships?"
Bai Maang showed a bitter expression when he heard this: "Many of the refugees know the truth, but they have no choice but to do it."
"Since this world became a singularity, the natural resources that could barely support the local residents have been rapidly depleted, the oases have dried up, and most of the flowers, plants and trees have withered and withered."
"This land seems to be cursed, becoming increasingly unsuitable for human beings... No, it is unsuitable for all life to inhabit."
Bai Mang pointed to the mountains outside the window: "Nowadays, wild animals can barely be hunted in this mountainous area, but their numbers are also decreasing rapidly."
"Scattered in various villages in the mountainous area, a large number of mountain people suffer from hunger every day. Those who can't bear it will fight to the death, bringing only one day's rations and crossing the crisis-ridden wilderness.
The Holy Capital, this is their last hope."
The Knights of the Round Table who guard the Holy City advertise to the outside world that as long as they enter the Holy City, they no longer need to worry about a difficult life. People who pass through the Holy City can get the rich and peaceful life they desire in this ideal land.
"Utopia..."
Seeing the thoughtful look on Lu Xiao's face, Bai Mang waved his hand and reminded: "It's just the words of the Knights of the Round Table. No one knows the specific situation in the Holy Capital. None of those who were lucky enough to enter the Holy Capital came out.
Pass."
Lu Xiao: "Okay, I have a general understanding of the situation in the Holy Capital. What about the Pharaoh forces in the desert? Have you ever had any conflicts with those sphinxes?"
"ha!"
There was a trace of ridicule on Bai Mang's lips: "Those two arrogant pharaohs are easier to get along with than the Lion King."
"As long as they can reach the Great Temple through the surrounding sandstorms, the Pharaoh will recognize the efforts of the refugees, accept them as members of Egypt, and receive the protection of the Pharaoh."
"It sounds simple, but most people who enter the desert lose their way due to the sandstorm and fail to find the correct location of the pyramid."
Bai Mang said with some annoyance: "We originally planned to join forces with the Egyptian forces to deal with the Lion King's Knights of the Round Table, but the Pharaoh was not interested in our proposal."
"'I have no interest in joining forces with the weak, so you can continue to hide in the mountains like mice and wait for the final outcome'...that's what he said."
Lu Xiao shook his head in amusement: "This arrogant tone is indeed very similar to the style of the Pharaoh."
'But I'm afraid you've offended someone you can't afford to offend with your words like this. La Er, is your neck okay?'
…
Fujimaru: "???"
Matthew: "???"
Fujimaru Ritsuka turned to look at Leonardo da Vinci with half-squinted eyes in astonishment: "Just now, the Pharaoh's neck seemed to have slipped?"
Matthew nodded hurriedly for approval: "Is that true? I thought I was wrong."
"What are you mumbling about?"
Osmandis calmly realigned the slipped head and neck: "How can a human neck slide? Magicians of the Observatory, you are overworked...ah."
Before Osmandis finished speaking, his neck slipped sideways again.
This time even Nitocris couldn't pretend not to see it, so she deliberately changed the subject loudly.
"Irreverent, don't make jokes in front of Pharaoh."
"The great Pharaoh still has many things to do, so ask the questions you want to know as soon as possible."
Although they were very curious about the abnormality in the Pharaoh's neck, the other party tried every means to cover it up, making it clear that they did not want to tell them the truth.
Fujimaru Ritsuka changed the subject knowingly and continued to ask about the Magic King Solomon and the Holy Grail.
"Holy Grail?"
Osmandis picked up a golden cup from beside the throne, and proudly smiled at Fujimaru and others in the audience: "Is this what you are talking about?"
"This cup is a medium used by the crusaders' idiots to summon heroic spirits. Unfortunately, they summoned Yu. As punishment for the invaders, Yu took the Holy Grail from their hands."
"As for the Magic King Solomon you mentioned...ha~ that guy never showed up from the beginning to the end. He just arranged a poor puppet to bring trouble to the world."
Osmandis leaned on the armrest with one hand to support his head, and casually placed the Holy Grail on the armrest of the throne.
"Although the development of the situation was very different from the Magic King's prediction, as a result, the world still became a singularity as he wished."
"And the source of this singularity is in the Holy Capital City, which is guarded by many knights."
Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly understood what Osmandis said: "The Lion King."
"That's right."
"Okay, this is the information I can provide you."
Osmandis closed his eyes and refused to talk anymore: "Nitocris, send them out."
"Guardians of human nature, you will definitely go to the Holy City to eliminate the source of the singularity anyway. Just use your eyes to see clearly the true face of the Lion King."
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"Do you want to see the First Lord?"
Lu Xiao's request made Bai Mang look like an idiot: "Do you think you have lived too long?"
"In the descriptions passed down orally from generation to generation by those Western pagans, the first generation of adults is regarded as the incarnation of Azrael, the angel of death. Anyone who sees him will first accept the baptism of death."
"If you must go, I won't stop you, but please be mentally prepared in advance."
Bai Mang turned his head and pointed to the distant eastern mountainous area: "The Wanzhong Temple where the first generation of adults lived is on the top of that mountain. Before you set off, I still hope that you can consider it carefully."
Lu Xiao knew that Baimai reminded him repeatedly out of good intentions, so he smiled and nodded to Baimai in thanks: "Thank you for your advice. I still have an agreement to fulfill and will not go to Wanzhong Temple immediately."
"On your side, the Knights of the Round Table's offensive is strengthening step by step. How long do the Assassin Order plan to hide in the mountains?"
Bai Mian smiled bitterly: "What if we don't hide? Our strength alone is no match for the Knights of the Round Table."
"I had thought about kidnapping the female pharaoh before to force the Egyptian forces to join forces with us, but considering the arrogant and defensive character of the Sun King, I was unable to take action in the end."
Bai Mang looked at Lu Xiao meaningfully: "I still can't put much trust in the human security agency you mentioned. I hope you can use practical actions to convince me and all Hassan."
Judging from the results, Lu Xiao's goal of obtaining information was achieved, but his goal of forming a friendly alliance was only half accomplished.
Bai Mao protects hundreds of residents of Xizhi Village, and she cannot risk the lives of the entire village just because of Lu Xiao's previous rescue.
Before seeing Chaldea's actual actions, Baimao planned to continue to wait and see. On the one hand, he wanted to observe Chaldea's character and strength, and on the other hand, he also wanted to let them consume the combat power of the Knights of the Round Table.
Watching Lu Xiao gradually fly away on the giant eagle, a trace of doubt appeared on Bai Mang's face.
"I always feel that he has a certain familiar 'smell'. Is it my imagination?"