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When the balance of the battlefield finally began to slowly tilt towards the coalition of lords, Mercury City dispatched the last batch of reserves, including a small number of loyal autonomous army elites, the remnants of the First Slave Catching Regiment, and all the Whispering Cult members in the city, totaling fifteen thousand

Thousands of people.

This is not the trump card of the Marshall family, but the last bit of power that Buffy can squeeze out of a team whose average combat effectiveness is far lower than the three main battle groups. Their mission is very simple, that is, to help the main force on the front line who are fighting bloody battles with the lord coalition forces.

The troops fought for time and delayed the doomed defeat as much as possible until the assassination team led by Gavin and Quinn completed their mission.

As of today, neither Buffy Marshall nor the entire Marshall family has a way out, so even if he knew that the last game proposed by Gavin would be doomed if it failed, he still had to gamble.

You have to do what the other person wants.

He had already lost. He had already lost the moment he walked into the Purple Hall for the last time and was judged as 'guilty'. From that moment on, as long as Buffy Marshall wanted to save his life, the situation would definitely change.

To evolve into such a situation, Buffy wanted to do this, Gawen wanted to do it, and Xiu also wanted to do it.

From an objective point of view, death is the best way to deal with it. After all, as long as Buffy voluntarily sacrifices and severs her relationship with the family, even if the Marshall family declines in recent decades, it will never be destroyed.

Speaking of others, even Grand Duke Simon, who had a close personal relationship with Buffy when he was young, would never sit idly by and watch others get into trouble by being too explicit, so at first glance, accepting death with peace of mind seemed to be the only right choice.

But...that's not right!

Although there seems to be no problem at first glance about voluntarily being tortured after getting rid of the relationship between the slave trade incident and the family, this is a choice that Buffy would never make. This is not because he is afraid of death. To be honest, what do you think?

Buffy Marshall, who is considered a hero, is not afraid of death at all. On the contrary, if it only takes one death to solve the family's future troubles, Buffy will definitely go to the gallows happily and end her magnificent life with a smile.

But the problem is, he knows very well that even if he dies, the Marshall family will never be safe, because in addition to the slave trade, there is another bad problem...

In addition to the Grand Duke of the Violet Empire, Buffy Marshall also has another identity, that is, the honorary patriarch of the Whispering Sect. Although the authority is insufficient, the 'gifts' are no less than those of other high-level members, and

His family also believed in the God of Whispers. The eldest son had obtained the rank of 'Faceless Knight' a few years ago, and his two daughters were both 'Whispering Priests'. The other branches of the family were all born in the tenth year at the latest.

Two years ago, I secretly became a believer of the Whispering God. Under their subtle influence, Mercury City has completely turned into the nest of the Whispering Sect. And in view of the weird characteristics of the 'Whispering' evil god, even the city has become a disciple of the Whispering God.

Neither the Thieves Guild nor Wanderers Inn found any clues.

In terms of city government, scheming and wisdom, no one, whether it is Buffy's future heir or anyone else in the family, can compare with him. Even with the help of Fudge, Quinn and others, there is no guarantee that he will not succeed.

There was no mistake at all, so Buffy Marshall secretly calculated the score in her mind and came to the conclusion that if she accepted the trial and let her family distance themselves from the slave trade incident, it would take as short as ten days and a half months or as long as three months.

In five years, the collusion between the Marshall family and the cult will definitely be exposed, and then there will be no room for maneuver...

What does a great ducal family that believes in evil gods mean to the Violet Empire? The answer is not easy to guess.

If anything is revealed, not only will the Marshall family have no chance of survival, but even the Violet Empire will face criticism from all sides. The forced intervention of the Holy Alliance, and the denunciation and pressure of major neutral organizations are almost certain. By that time, the Marshalls will have to face

It's not just the tens of thousands of lords' coalition forces in front of them. It's not a joke to be wiped out in ashes while talking and laughing.

So he can't afford to die!

So he must struggle!

Gavin's plan is Buffy's last life-saving straw. As long as Clairvaux dies, Crown Prince Ribo, who has temporarily reached a cooperative relationship with him, will definitely buy some valuable time for the Marshall family, and then things may return to normal again.

On the negotiating table, there is still room for that.

On the contrary, if it fails, even if the lord coalition forces conquer Mercury City today, it will only be an immediate execution instead of a reprieve.

"Sylvia..."

Buffy Marshall drank all the red wine in her hand and turned her attention to the elf sitting opposite her, playing with her nails.

"Um?"

The charming and sexy blood seeker responded casually, and after a while, she lazily raised her eyes and asked in her unique, sweet voice: "What's the matter, boss?"

Buffy poured herself another glass of wine, smiled and toasted to the former: "I have worked hard for you for so many years."

"It's just a deal. If you are willing to let a prodigal like me stay here, I should help you."

Sylvia Shuang Rui played with her long aqua hair casually and yawned lazily: "Besides, I am still a blood seeker with a bad reputation... Well, but after knowing what you believe in,

After becoming the evil god, there seems to be nothing left to thank you for not disclosing my identity."

Although the nominal deputy leader of the mages knew many of Buffy's secrets, and was involved in things like catching and selling slaves, killing people, etc., she didn't know that before last night, she didn't know that Buffy Marshall was not only involved with

The cultists cooperated, and even he himself was a cultist, and his status was not low.

"The reason why you are angry..."

Buffy stared intensely at the Elf Bloodseeker's long, white neck, and asked softly: "Is it because I've been hiding this from you? Sylvia."

The latter smiled casually, waved his hand and said: "You are overthinking, boss, I just don't have a good impression of the evil god. Even if you don't hide it from me and tell me this little secret from the beginning, I still won't

happy."

"To tell you the truth, I'm a little disappointed."

Buffy blinked and drank the second glass of red wine.

Sylvia was stunned for a moment, and then she looked at her boss with a half-smile and said, "Isn't it?"

"If I had met you before I married Nadel..."

Buffy shrugged, leaning back on the chair as if she was a little tipsy, with a bitter smile on her lips: "Or, you are a human lady with a lifespan similar to mine, instead of someone who can live at every turn.

To be an elf for thousands of years, or maybe Buffy Marshall did not take the path he is on now, but became an upright lord with a clear conscience like what he pursued when he was young..."

Sylvia sighed, raised her finger and popped out a cold blue light, sealing the wine bottle Buffy had just picked up in a thin layer of ice, shaking her head and saying, "You're drunk."

"You think you're frozen, but you're not."

Buffy said something serious to the wine bottle in her hand, and then the ice layer on it fell off. Not only that, the third glass of wine he poured out was even warm.

"Again or again...haha..."

He drank a whole glass of red wine and smiled at Sylvia with a clear flush on his face: "If you don't only like to sleep with women and only drink the blood of children, hehe... as long as you attack a normal man

, I can also have reasons to convince myself..."

Sylvia frowned slightly: "Buffy!"

"Convince myself to confess to you, even if I don't hesitate to use the power of the evil god to get you... Haha, don't be surprised. The teachings of our sect are quite loose. There is no need to keep talking about words like 'my lord' all day long. In fact,

, as long as we still believe in Him, He doesn’t even mind if we insult Him.”

Buffy laughed, then closed her eyes dejectedly, and whispered: "Unfortunately, I have never found a reason to convince myself."

"I'm glad about that, Buffy."

Sylvia looked away from the other person's face and asked calmly: "Are you done?"

"Last question, Sylvia."

Buffy shook her head and was silent for a while before speaking again: "What would happen if I found a reason to convince myself one day after I met you and launched a strong pursuit of you?"

"In that case, I would have left the Marshall Islands long ago."

Sylvia answered without thinking.

“Expected.”

Buffy clapped her hands vigorously, then stood up suddenly, picked up half the bottle of wine in front of her, drank it all in one breath before the other party could stop her, slammed the empty bottle on the table, opened her hands and laughed.

: "Haha, praise Buffy Marshall, thank him for his restraint and self-discipline."

"Why?"

Sylvia raised her eyebrows and said helplessly: "By the way, you are really drunk."

"Because of this restraint and self-discipline, you have stayed with me for so many years."

Buffy muttered something incoherently, then raised her hand to cover her forehead: "I... am not drunk."

Sylvia rolled her eyes: "Hey, even self-deception has to have a limit."

"No, there is no need to limit self-deception, at least for me, there is no need."

As a result, in the next second, Buffy Marshall, who was originally flushed, slurred in speech, and swaying, sat back firmly on the chair and replied in an extremely calm and indifferent manner. Sylvia took a closer look and realized that

When he was drunk, even the smell of alcohol on Buffy's body had completely disappeared, as if his previous appearance was just made up out of thin air.

"you……"

"You go out of the city now, hide your strength and follow the reserve team into the battlefield."

Buffy interrupted Sylvia's words lightly and said slowly: "Then meet Gawen and the others. If there is a chance, help them assassinate Clairvaux. If we are in doom and gloom... just leave.

, because the Marshall family can no longer protect you after that, so the deal is over."

Sylvia gritted her teeth and hummed softly: "I will do the same without you having to tell me."

"There is a little money here. I personally suggest that you go to the Free City to live for a while after you leave."

Buffy took out a universal magic crystal card issued by the Steam Consortium from her pocket, threw it to Sylvia, and said with a smile: "The corresponding password for this non-identification card is: Mercury Stamen, but if we succeed

Yes, you have to return it to me when you come back."

"It's a beautiful thought."

Sylvia casually caught the crystal card, then took out a large gray robe from the storage ring and draped it on her delicate body with very little fabric. She smiled and said, "Then I'll set off now."

"be safe."
To be continued...