Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 58 The Night Banquet
In the voice of the ancient Aeolian magic text that can already be heard by Master Laurie's ears, under the shadow of the majestic and solemn King Yama, Harrison Mustapha, the head of the "Desolation Wind", performed a dying scene. A good show of sitting up in shock while sick, but did not see the iron horse Binghe come to a dream.

A cold crowbar knocked the mercenary leader who had just been resurrected into a living dead zombie to the ground.

For a moment, Mustafa's bloodshot eyes skyrocketed with fierce gleam, but then he lay motionless on the ground, as if he had changed from a thug in the bloody wasteland to a gentle, respectful, and thrifty citizen;
This is of course not the sudden change of sex by the head of Mustafa;
It was the gray ghostly magic power wrapped in Xiahouyan's hand, and he couldn't help but obey;
Necromancers have absolute control over the undead creatures resurrected by themselves!

Of course, the reason why the lord wants to resurrect the mercenary head is not to torture the captives, nor to add a powerful thug to himself. If it is only for his own interests, let this evil be full of evil. The mercenary robber of the lord can survive, which is undoubtedly not in line with the moral concept of the lord;

All he wanted was to ask Mustafa the answer to a key question!

"Tell me!" Xia Houyan pressed Mustafa's icy shoulder armor, his eyes fixed on Mustafa, and the ghostly magic in his hand shone with a mysterious gray light, "How to open the magic lock of the safe! "

"Safe... cabinet?" Mustafa's eyes seemed a little confused.

Obviously, just after being resurrected, the memory of this new living dead is not very clear.

The experience of previous life told Xia Houyan that the easiest way to repair something is to knock it a few times.

So he gave Mustafa a crowbar.

"Tell me!" Xia Houyan roared through gritted teeth, "The safe that holds the 'Flower of Abundance'! How on earth can its magic lock be opened!"

"Uh...I, I've never driven..." Mustafa's eyes changed for a while, but he finally obeyed his new master, "But the Archduke told me that as long as... read... read one sentence Just a password..."

"What password?!" Xia Houyan felt his heart pounding, and hurriedly asked.

"Uh..." Mustafa frowned and recalled for a moment, then muttered, "...'I wish the Duke of Houston a long life'..."

Xia Houyan: "..."

He took the saber from Lawrence's hand, aimed at Mustafa's neck and slashed it.

Harrison Mustafa's headless corpse, slumped to the ground.

This mercenary leader who has been in the southern wasteland for decades, but stepped into a trap because of overconfidence and chasing the enemy alone, ended his sinful life.

Of course, the Igor family did not know how the death of Mustafa would bring about great changes to the southern wasteland in the future. , what fate will each of its hundreds of members usher in on the cruel wasteland.

In the Southern Wilderness, things are fickle.

So, how exactly should we describe the southern wasteland of the Empire?

Solomos, a generation of imperial writers who was born in Rock Creek City and grew up in Red River Fort, has the most accurate description in his masterpiece "The Revenge of the Dark Mountain":
"...The wasteland, the wasteland is like a chaotic vortex, it swallows and envelops the fate of every inhabitant, forcing them to usher in their inevitable death, the pain they will remember for life, or It is the supreme glory that shakes the past and the present..."

Igor and his party, who left Mustafa's body behind and happily took the magic safe on their way home, their understanding of this wasteland will soon become more profound——

- in various unexpected forms.

……

Rock Creek Castle.

It was destined to be a special night for the servants of the Archduke of Houston.

Because, in a small restaurant in the castle, which was not used often and had been dusty for a long time, the Grand Duke held a small banquet against the solitary normality of closing the door to thank guests.

The Grand Duke declared to the servants that he had important business discussions with several "honored guests" at the banquet;

Therefore, after the servants had prepared the dishes for the banquet, the Grand Duke drove away all the servants who served the meal, leaving only himself and the three guests at the banquet, and tightly closed the red oak door of the dining room.

However, the moment before leaving the restaurant, the old butler who knew the world and memorized the portraits of the high-ranking empires by heart, had already recognized the identities of the three guests——

He was dressed in a pure white military uniform, his silver hair was neatly combed, his face was as determined as a knife and an axe, and he was full of breathtaking elegance. The "Bloom of Blood" Archduke Grim Rosario!

A short middle-aged man with a black mustache on his lips, a pair of black eyes as cunning as a forest fox, and a humble demeanor, is Quentin's chief of staff of the Imperial Army!

As for the bald old man who was wearing holy clothes, with a fat brain, and even walking staggeringly, the servants of Rock Creek Castle seemed to be all the more familiar—this person was the Cardinal Pastor of the Southern Patriarchate of the Church of the Holy Light. First, the Holy Spirit intended to spread the glory of the world in the wasteland of De Ligt III!

Two great lords, a chief of staff, and a cardinal patriarch of the southern diocese.

Even with only four people, the guest lineup for this private banquet is luxurious enough!
It's just that the servants who were driven away by the Grand Duke, no matter how itchy they were, were destined to not be able to eavesdrop on the conversations of these people...

Inside the restaurant.

Nearly sixty years old, with an aging face, Archduke Houston leaned forward slightly, scooped up a piece of beef soaked in pink gravy with the knife and fork in his hand, and carefully placed it on the silver plate of Archduke Rosario beside him. .

This seemingly overly attentive and even somewhat rude behavior caused Archduke Rosario to frown slightly.

"Grimm, it's rare for you to come to our backcountry once, but you must try the specialties of Rock Creek City!" Archduke Houston grinned as if he didn't see Archduke Rosario's unhappy expression, "The one from Rock Creek City grinned. This kind of 'Hundred Flower Cow' has been eating lilac flowers and drinking ice wine since it was a calf, so the meat is soft and tender, and it naturally has a floral and wine aroma!"

Archduke Rosario looked down at the beef cubes on the plate, but said nothing.

On the other hand, Quentin, the chief of the general staff, stuck a piece of beef in his mouth with a silver fork and chewed it, full of praise:

"His Royal Highness the Duke of Houston, your Rock Creek City is really a good place. We can't compare to the East Territory where the price war is raging all day long! When the war stops, I will bring Grimm to your treasured place to retire..."

"Welcome!" The Archduke of Houston suddenly smiled.

In this friendly atmosphere, Archduke Grimm Rosario said coldly:

"Houston, the military situation in the east is urgent. We made a special trip this time to talk about something serious."

The southern cardinal Patriarch De Ligt III, who was on the side, couldn't help shrinking his fat neck, his eyes dreaded;
Quentin, the chief of staff who came to Rock Creek City with Archduke Rosario, kept his smile on his face as he chewed the beef in his mouth and looked at Archduke Houston's expression playfully.

For a moment, Archduke Houston's expression became slightly stiff, but then he laughed and said:
"My dear little Grimm Rosario, no matter what you have, please tell me! Even if I look at my relationship with your father, I will definitely help!"

"Very good." Archduke Rosario didn't move the beef on his plate, just stared at Archduke Houston with his grim gray pupils, "This time, we are here for the 'Flower of Abundance'."

Archduke Houston's hand with the fork trembled slightly.

(End of this chapter)