The people were gone, and only Safim and the prisoners scattered throughout the royal capital were left in the dilapidated villa.

"Who will be the killer?" Safim instructed his disciples to find the Tongyi Stone and personally draw the spatial array of Tongyi on the table: "Could it be ...... Could it be someone sent by the king?" This thought came to him in his heart, and he was startled: "If it is really the king, he knows that the emperor is leading people to Cizera, and he should also be very aware of the emptiness of the personnel in the royal capital. Don't...... Is that really the case? When we're done using us, we're going to have to get rid of this stumbling block?"

In any case, Safim had to quickly tell Emperor Kui about the situation, and Emperor Kui asked him to report the events of the day every night, and today was no exception.

On the other hand, on the way from the royal capital to Cizera Province, the people led by Emperor Queo Portocasigje were also resting in the town, and he did not rush to Cizerla Province with a large group of men and horses, but dispersed his people and concentrated them in Cizerla Province from all directions.

After many days of recuperation and tonics, Portocassijae's complexion has improved a lot, although the root of the disease has been removed from the long-term illness, but the weak body will not be able to raise haode for a while. At this moment, when he saw the information reported by Safim, his slightly pale face became even more solemn.

"What's the matter, my king?" At the Prisoner's Gate, apart from the most powerful machine and muse, who could speak to the emperor at will, only Ina Nica could say such frivolous words.

"See for yourself. Podo Cassijah stepped away from the Stone of Remembrance and presented the words on the table to Ina Niagar.

Ina Niaga frowned slightly: "We have only been away for a few days, and this is what happened in the royal capital!"

Boto Cassijah was furious and slapped his palm on the mahogany tabletop, scattering the entire table.

"Emperor, do you think that the king sent someone to do it, as Safim said?" Ina Nga stepped forward. He asked, putting his hand on Portocasieje's broad shoulder.

"He has a motive and there are a lot of coincidences. But......" Podo Cassija said after a long silence, "even if the king wants to get rid of our prisoners' gate again, there is no reason to attack us at this time. On the one hand, the empire is at war with foreign countries. On the other hand, the remnants of Zalborg in the country have not been cleared yet, and Radat doing this at this time will only make us hostile in advance, and he will not do such a stupid thing even if he is stupid. And since it's going to be hands-on. Weishenme doesn't get rid of Safim, what happened today is full of suspicions, I'm afraid it's not as simple as Safim sees. ”

Ina Nga asked, "Is the Emperor going back to deal with this?"

"No, I don't. "It's been a few days since we left the royal capital. It takes a lot of time to go back and forth, and it is not possible to solve this matter in a short time. Now that Cizera is on Cizera's side, Celeste Shadow has already started his jihua, and if we delay on the way, I'm afraid we will lose the chance to destroy the dead Mafia. And as long as we can gain a foothold in Cizera, we can have more worries. ”

"That's right, now we just need to wait for all the high-ranking personnel of Mafia to gather in Longdan City. We can be annihilated in one fell swoop, and this is more important than that. ”

......

On the border between the province of Cizerla and the rest of the country is a small border town, with square houses of loess and deserted streets, and listless trees standing in the city. It makes this small city even more desolate.

Originally, this small city called Manla was not so desolate, a few years ago it was a bustling place, and the caravans used it as a treaty port connecting St. Bektia with the outside world, caravans with thousands of camels would go out from here with exquisite goods, silks and advanced crafts, and there would be returning caravans to bring foreign fruits, gems, spices and other items into St. Bekja's borders. Yes, it was once a favorite spot for smugglers, but now it's gone.

Manla's fall was due to the rise of Death Mafia, who was even more cruel than the robbers of the desert who took over the rich smugglers, where they imposed protection fees that were more expensive than customs duties, and used their bloody tactics to force the inhabitants to surrender their property. So Manla fell and became a desolate, uncared for wilderness.

Although it has not yet reached the Forgotten Sea, it is not far from the border of the largest desert in Shijie, and the winds and sand that blow every day and night make the adobe houses here very weathered. Broken walls, crumbling wreckage, a scrawny black wildcat curled up under an old tree, as if it was going to die at any moment because of the harsh environment here.

However, the lifeless town was about to spend the long, boring night as usual, when a rumbling of footsteps could be heard from far away from the end of the town. The powerless wild cat woke up at once, and it sprang to the top of the wall and crouched down, and it was not long before he saw a large convoy of people pouring into the streets of the town.

"Stop. ”

The convoy slowly stopped, and the people sitting in the monsters, camels, or carriages came down one after another, unloading the contents of the carts, as if intending to spend the night here.

More than 2,000 people did intend to spend the night here, and since the Death of Mafia had run rampant, there was no decent place to live in the vicinity, and those who could flee fled, and those who could not flee died.

After the people in the car got out, they began to set up tents in the streets, they did not dare to live in the mud houses that were so weathered that they could collapse at any time, and they could have a shelter between the cracks in the lanes.

The tent was set up, and barrels of wine were unloaded from under the cart. After nine hours of running and eating only a few things on the way, it's time for a good rest and a full meal.

The flickering fire in the camp lit up the thin cat on the wall, which had been very alert, but now it just wanted to jump down and steal two dried fish from the crowd. At the campfire, most of the people were satisfied, but the group in the center of the camp looked a little solemn.

"Hillary, don't worry so much, it's just that a group of government troops have captured our castle on Mount Ilseus, and the sacrifices are buried deep in the mountains behind the castle, and there is a golden gate seal made of blood, and they will not be able to open it for a while. The man who spoke was about forty years old, with long silver hair just draped over his shoulders, silver eyes, and a ten-centimeter scar on the top and bottom of his left eye. He was dressed in brown leather armor, with a leather buckle strapping diagonally over his shoulder, and a silver wolf's head pendant on his chest, and he was stirring a fire into the fire with a wooden branch, and his leather gloves were shining silver steel spikes. This man's name was Mafia, and he was none other than the leader of the Dead Mafia.

Referred to as Hillary was a man in his thirties, with long curly black hair, a pointed chin, an emaciated face, and short, thin eyebrows. Dressed in dark green scale armor, dark green trousers, and a wide gold belt buttoned around his waist, he tied a tuxedo-like wing firmly behind him.

Hillary always looked a little melancholy, with an aristocratic temperament in his gestures, he wore a white thin silk glove, patted the wind and dust on his body, then took off the gloves and threw them away, and changed a pair of clean white gloves to the woman standing next to him and put them on, before he quieted down. He cleared his voice, and his tone was smooth and soothing, as if he was talking about something unrelated to him in his spare time: "I'm not in a hurry, no one knows the magic of blood condensation gold better than me." I'm just worried about whether there is anything else wrong with this. ”

"What's the problem?"

Hillary Clinton said, "How come those corrupt bureaucrats, who have always been silent about our dead Mafia, suddenly go against Mount Ilseus?"

Mafia said: "I heard that the political situation in Santa Bikkya has changed recently, and the prince who is in power has been ousted, perhaps because of this, the local government wants to show its achievements to the king, so it is necessary to take action against us." ”

Hillary also felt that this was very possible, and nodded slightly: "However, those holy coins buried in the mountains are related to our future, and the nine billion holy coins are about to be minted, so there must be no problems at this time." ”

"Don't worry, I've gathered my brothers from all over the world and are gathering in Sizera, numbering no less than 50,000 people, all of whom are the best of my command. With our liliang, even if the government forces of Cizerla occupy Mount Ilseus, they will be able to retake it. Besides, even if it is the regular army of the Holy Bektian Empire, my personal ability to pick a general of the army is not a problem, plus you and the six holy priests, those local officers and soldiers are not vulnerable at all. Maffia said disapprerovingly.

Six holy priests sat around them, dressed like the priests of the priesthood, three white-robed priests and three black-clad priests, each holding a fine staff, except that the white priest held a staff with a pointed bottom, and the black priest held a round-bottomed staff.

Clinton was still cautious: "Even so, we'd better find another way to solve the problem." Now that the sacrifice is almost finished, at this critical time, we might as well make some concessions to the government of Cizera, and it is best to settle this dispute peacefully without weapons. As long as the sacrificial ritual is complete, we don't care about anything else. ”

"Well, then listen to you. "Maffia was quite disdainful of Hillary's caution, he led people to run rampant in Cizerla Province for so many years, and even the local army was defeated several times, so he didn't take this matter seriously at all, but he still respected Hillary's opinion, without Hillary, his death Maffia would not be as strong as it is today.

...... (To be continued.) )