Assassin’s Chronicle

Chapter 385 Truth Cooperation

There must be shadows under the sun. The Holy City is the political and economic center of the Ma’s Empire. Its prosperity can be regarded as the largest metropolis in the mainland. However, in the corners that people can hardly see, it will happen often. Things.

In the northwest corner of the Holy City, there is a small, unnamed bar. The guests who visit here are mostly poor people living in the nearby slums. The business can't be said to be good, but it can't be said badly because the poor eggs are not qualified. The general profiteers are all drinking water in the wine, but the boss here is to drink into the water, although the price of the wine is very low, but compared with the poor cost, there are still some profit.

Of course, people with a little identity and a little ability will not come here to drink. The owner of the bar has some economical minds. The positioning of the customer base is very clear. The most expensive wine in the bar is nothing but a silver coin. The flirtatious bar girl is not a wrinkle, it is extremely ugly, and the body is even more stunned. To be honest, change to a bar in other places. This woman wants to go in and apply for it. I have to let the boss give it out. I would rather not have a hostess. Can't run the guests disgustingly! But here, they are favored by the guests, the business is very good, from time to time there are pairs of people laughing and touching upstairs.

But today the bar has come to a big man, not to say how tall and how tall the man is, but his dressing proves the huge gap between the two classes. It was an old man who sat at the table from the dusk and kept drinking bad wine. He wore a silk robes, from head to toe, hanging a lot of bright little things, the most striking is his In the left hand, I actually wore three rings. And one of them is a space ring. Don't say that people who grew up in the slums don't even know that there are such magical things in the world, and the owner of the bar certainly knows, so he is very careful.

The night was getting deeper and the guests were getting fewer and fewer. The owner of the bar seemed nervous and hesitated for a long time. The girls who had been leisurely were sent away, then the wooden door of the bar was pushed out, and they went out. The time was small. The three strong men walked into the bar in turn, first looked at the old man, and then headed to the remaining few. Guests, after a short conversation. Or directly use the slap and boots to talk to the guests, and soon let the few remaining guests rush out.

The old man didn't know anything like that. He was still drinking bad wine in a big mouth. The three strong men looked at each other and walked slowly toward the old man. The owner of the bar also came in from the door, carefully closed the door and locked it.

"Hey!" A strong man suddenly reached out and patted the table.

The old man still didn't look up, and the owner of the bar smiled: "The old guy almost drank half a barrel of wine. It is estimated that he doesn't even know who he is."

"Hey? Isn't this our husband's ring?!" A strong man stepped forward and cried: "Oh, you old guy, it turned out to be a thief!" After the brawny grabbed the opponent's left hand, then Trying to get the three rings down.

The old man's face showed an impatient look, and the backhand, the brawny turned into a light bird, and slammed out, perhaps for the first time to taste the flight. It seems that he lacks the ability to adjust the direction. In the blink of an eye, he hits the wall of the bar and knocks the wooden wall out of a big hole, but his waist is stuck by the hole, and his legs are moving. A little, soft down, as for the scene on the wall. Everyone can't see it.

The remaining two strong men were frightened. I hurried back a few steps, and the bar owner took a moment. Suddenly shouted: "Come, come, some people are mad and killing!!"

It is also a coincidence that a patrol team just came to the neighborhood and was attracted by the scream of the bar owner. While indicating the identity, he knocked on the wooden door. The boss slammed into the wooden door like a monkey, trying to lock the lock that was just buckled. Open, but he was too flustered, and some of his fingers did not listen. After a long time, he could not open the door. As a result, the patrol outside was so impatient, and he broke into the door directly. The boss was hit and looked up.

"What happened?" the patrol team leader shouted. His eyes swept from the hole in the wall and then fell on the two strong men. In his opinion, the two strong men were like murderers.

"Oh..." The boss squatted up from the ground and pointed his hand at the old man who was still drinking: "Adult, that is the old guy, I let him pay for the money, but he not only does not give it, but also hurts people, God Ah, poor Jimmy..." The boss stumbled and ran over, crying with his companion's soft legs hanging down.

The patrol captain’s gaze fell on the old man. He first observed the other’s clothes and walked slowly. He said very politely: “Your!”

"Don't bother him." A very gentle voice came in from the outside.

The captain of the patrol glimpsed and turned to look out, and the players under his team yelled and let go. The first two men were armed, and the patrol captain could not help but show a shocked look, though They are all responsible for maintaining the security of the holy city, but the gap between him and the other party is too great. He is only a patrol patrol of the garrison, but the other party is directly under the command of the King of the Holy City.

Then came in an old man, the patrol captain saw the other side of the ground, the hair is about to stand up, and the respectful bend down: "Saul adults."

Sol set his hand and walked slowly to the old man who was still drinking the wine. He silenced for a moment, untied his robes, and put it on the back of the chair. Then he sat opposite the old man and whispered: "No. I have a drink?"

After the boss came in, he stopped crying and heard that the person was actually a famous Sol. His face was suddenly scared. Now he saw Sol ask the nameless old man to drink, simply The head fainted to the ground, their goal turned out to be a friend of the great magician Sol, the consequences are not what they can afford.

"Sorell, here..." said the patrol captain.

"You go out first, don't affect us."

"Yes, adults!" The patrol captain hurriedly responded, then made a wink to his men, the bark owner who was inexplicably unconscious. The two brawny men who are shaking like a sieve have already told him enough.

Several patrolmen rushed up and dragged the two brawny and the bosses of the bar out. The bar became quiet, and the old man finally turned his attention away from the glass and slowly raised his head: "Jesus Will Lande’s majesty be done?”

"Buzureano, I don't understand what you mean." Sol laughed.

"Oh..." Buzureano sighed a long sigh, his face showing a painful color: "Mannsley has left. Don't you know?"

"Know, but Mansley is Mansley, you are you, two things." Saul said faintly: "Why don't Mansley's careful eyes pass through his knees? Ha ha... Don't say your majesty, even you This honest man should also know what he wants to do."

"For thousands of years, our Druids have always been very united. I didn't expect that there is such an idiot from Mansley. Let's make a joke." Buzureano paused: "Sol, look. In the decades of friendship, I don't ask you to do anything for me. I only ask you to tell the truth. Is this... really what you mean?"

"Of course. You should also know me, friends are friends, if you really make a decision, I will not because of the friendship between you and me. It will harm the interests of the entire empire."

"I... some can't believe it." Buzureano said with a smile: "Saul, in recent years, our believers have grown to more than 800,000 people. Can we really allow us to continue to develop? He is not afraid that the believers of the natural goddess will shake his rule in the future?"

"Oh, Buzureano, you have been staying in the Holy City, is it because you are worried about this happening?"

"No, you are wrong. I always think that this is inevitable. With the character of Jurhard, I will definitely find ways to limit our development and even hit us." Buzureano said slowly: "I I just hope that I can use my sincerity in exchange for my understanding and limit our losses to a certain extent."

"You don't know your majesty. Your Majesty believes that civilians have basic requirements in addition to food, clothing, housing and transportation. They also need faith. Appropriate beliefs are more conducive to stability." Sol said: "Of course, the power of religion is also terrible. The key is to see who this power is in, and it is very reassuring to you."

"After me?"

"It's too far away, it's not necessary to talk about this..."

Buzureano sighed and leaned back on the back of the chair, and his expression relaxed.

"Old friends, don't you go to this place to drink inferior bars because you are worried about what you are doing?" Sol laughed.

"I don't worry if it's a lie, and Mansley's approach is too sad." Buzureano sighed: "Saul, do you know why Mansley has to deal with Anfei?"

"Can guess the same." Sol nodded: "The heart of nature?"

"Yes." Buzureano said in a low voice: "Before the heart of nature was kept in the central temple, but Mansley was in a bad mood, and sent his men to attack the temple, trying to bring nature. The heart was snatched. At that time, I just returned to the Central Temple. This didn’t make him succeed! Oh... After that, I took all the people to find Mansley’s account, and Mang’s mediation, forced Mansley’s direction. I apologize, I think twice, and finally let him go."

"Is there such a thing? I don't know anything at all?" Sol said in surprise.

"This is a shame in our Druids. It is also a secret. No one will go out and talk. You don't know that this is normal." Buzureano said slowly: "I blame me for saying it, then I don't I dare to store the heart of nature in the Central Temple. I will take it with me wherever I go. In the country of mercenaries, I met Slangeberg. He told me that he found Morgan’s trace and asked me for it. Help, Sol, you know what kind of undead mage Morgan is. If you want to deal with Morgan, be prepared to sacrifice at any time."

"You really found Morgan? Later??"

"Later? Later, I didn't find Morgan. Instead, I found Morgan's student, Anna Sita. You know all these things." Buzureano smiled. "My friends are quite a lot, but there are so few people who can be mindful." There is you. In the case of the children of Anfei, because of the threat of Morgan, I feel that the heart of nature should be given to a reliable person. At least not let the heart of nature fall into the hands of the necromancer, so, I Give the heart of nature to Anfei, I hope he will be handed over to you. In all my friends, you are the most suitable."

"But you didn't expect that Anfei could blend with the heart of nature?" Sol laughed.

"Yes, I never thought of it. Fusion... This is incredible!" Buzureano sighed: "The last fusion, the birth of the holy Dante, has been around for thousands of years now. ""

"You can only see this as the arrangement of the **** of destiny. If you don't give the heart of nature to Anfei, nothing will happen."

"Yes, so Aphrodite may live a little calmer, and Mansley will not point the finger at him."

"Anfei's child... is not a person who can calm down." Sol laughed. "I know him very well."

"You don't just know him, you value him too. There is also Julia's Majesty."

"You are not the same?" Sol said faintly: "Dante was just a wandering place, and after blending with the heart of nature, in just ten years, it became a holy power! It can be said that as long as Give Anfei a certain amount of time. He will be more than all of us in the future, plus the teacher of An Fei when he was a child, what do the two holy powers mean? Who can pay attention to them?!"

“Just pay attention?” Buzureano said with a smile: “This is not enough to summarize the thoughts of Jurhard.”

"what do you mean?"

"Granden volunteered several times and asked to serve as the superintendent of the Shield of the Light. However, His Majesty has never agreed. In the end, he appointed Chris to be the superintendent. I think that Anfei’s attitude is here. Great effect."

"This is the chores of your Majesty. Let's change the subject." Sol whispered.

"Oh, Saul, in fact, your performance is also very embarrassing."

"I?" Sol got a brow.

"Without the help of others, Mansley couldn't stop Suzanne just right." Buzureano said slowly: "Saul, are you very disappointed with your future son-in-law?"

"Buzureano ah Buzureano. I have always regarded you as a loyal brother!" Sol smiled.

"You didn't read it wrong." Buzureano made a joke, but his eyes flashed coldly: "If I am not too loyal, I will ruin him when Mansley has just become a wolf king." Not so much trouble today!"

"It's not too late." Sol whispered: "The key is that you can't get down when you get there."

"Mansley has always kept me in the dark, he has been calculating me." Buzureano said slowly: "Whether he succeeds or fails, he can use the hand of Jolland to destroy my god. The power of the temple, do you think I can let him go?"

"You can think like this." Sol smiled. "I have always been very strange. With your ability and forgiveness. Why have you always tolerated such unscrupulous Mantisley? Anfei has merged with the heart of nature, right You guys. He has become the messenger of God, but Mansley has dared to start with Anfei. This kind of behavior is crazy. Don't say you, even Mang is also very angry. He has faked Mansley. The request was immediately passed to us by Mantisley’s plan. Fortunately, with his help, the staff here will be stretched."

"Mansley has married a good wife." Buzureano said with a wry smile: "Don't underestimate the power of the elves. Mantisley's wife is an elder of elves, with great power and help. There will be Mansley’s today."

"I haven't asked you, gave a few elf maids to Anfei, who gave me the inspiration? I know this is definitely not what you came up with."

"This... just to let Anfei master the natural magic faster."

"Really?"

"of course it's true."

Sol nodded, smiled, and did not continue to ask.

"Saul, don't you want to remind yourself to remind yourself of the future son-in-law? Just look at him and make a mistake?" Buzureano knew that Sol was sure to find something, retaliating to turn the topic to something that Sol obviously didn't want to talk about. Things are on.

"I don't want to remind you, but I want to see everyone's nature." Sol said faintly: "For me, I can understand him. Philip has already loyal to West. His pressure is too great. So I believe in the promise of Mantisley."

"Looking at the nature? Pushing people to the point where the dog jumps to the wall, can you see what?" Buzureano showed a sardonic smile, then saw Sol's face sinking, knowing that Sol was disgusted by anyone in him. In front of the sardonic tone, I talked about Jland, sighed and shifted the topic: "The generosity of your majesty is very moving. I think we need to start further cooperation."

"further cooperation?"

"In the Elf family, the spring of life is controlled by the Queen."

Sol stunned: "Don't you tell me, is the Elf Queen standing on your side?"

"That's right." Buzureano smiled. "The Queen has always been resentful of Mantisley, so she will support me."

"I see... the Queen of the Elf is more resentful of Mantisley's wife?"

"You guessed it." Buzureano nodded helplessly.