Author: Afternoon is a demon

Chapter 232 Chapter 23.2-B3: Dirty Deal

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Your finger is firmly placed on the black street. The guild's sharpest sword will use this route to cut the emperor's throat with swift force, and you will go into battle personally.

In addition, the guild will also send a small number of troops to attack from the direction of the city gate.

After you made such a statement, the people present in the rebel army were deeply encouraged. To be honest, the route they least wanted to attack was the black street. Although the number of the rebel army was acceptable, they lacked experts and could not attack the black street at all. Originally, the rebel army was unable to attack the black street.

We are already planning to strategically abandon this place.

You naturally have your own considerations when doing this, but Raymond was the only one who touched his chin and fell into deep thought: "Mr. Chairman, can you tell me why we sent our troops to the city gate?"

hard to explain.

It's a kind of expectation and intuition.

No matter how small the road is for a frontal attack on the city gate, some guild members still need to be released, because of two factors: First, Viscount Eliabeth is on this route, and he will not get involved in this muddy water unless you do

What to order. Secondly, this is an official road, the largest road. Recalling that it was also the road that the smuggling trolls took when they first entered the market - this is a road big enough that even sneaky things have to pass through this place.

Some intuition tells you that when the fire burns Viscount Boltz's ass, something will happen to pass through it.

It just so happens.

Many old events come back to your mind over and over again - the death of Roberts Doug, the arrow Elizabeth shot at you, Fieldine being kidnapped in the street, the Chancellor's cousin seeking the death penalty. Smart people don't do it twice.

The same mistake was made twice. What matters is not victory in the war, but whether you will stand on the wasteland or in the golden city after victory. As long as you can stand in front of Viscount Boltz before the rebels, you will have the opportunity to decide many events.

His development. At least, it can determine his life or death.

The meeting continued, discussing the details of the formation of troops. You were not good at military affairs, so you left.

A large amount of equipment has been delivered, and the workers in the laundry are secretly carrying and distributing large and small wooden boxes. The uprising is not a whim of theirs at all, but has been planned for a long time. This laundry has a wide

The basement can be used as a training ground, and everything has been arranged long ago. The rebel army found many wealthy businessmen who sympathized with the slaves, and heroic warriors. On the one hand, they purchased weapons from the labyrinth camp, and on the other hand, they trained soldiers.

So to say,

You made a small fortune from the war. After all, the weapons were purchased from your territory.

I don’t know how long Viscount Boltz intends to play "The Division"? In other words, such a blockade strategy consumes a lot of manpower and material resources, but does not achieve any practical results. What is he thinking? I can't figure it out.

Understand.

What does Viscount Boltz think?

He was banging the table at this time, so angry that his tooth ached!

"But, Lord Viscount..."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Don't tell me what is or isn't. Just repeat what you just reported and make it clear. I seem to be old and didn't hear clearly."

At this moment, Viscount Boltz lost his usual composure. He was really panicking, but he couldn't even explain why. He always felt like he had miscalculated something.

Opposite him, an attendant looked pale, lowered his head, and mustered up the courage to repeat what he had just reported: "Last night, the Adventurer's Guild held a bonfire banquet, and there was a lot of eating and drinking. Almost everyone attended, including all the surrounding civilians.

share."

Viscount Boltz suddenly seemed to have stepped on the air, and he fell down on the edge of the sofa and almost fell over: "What does "eating and drinking" mean?"

"Our spies are far away and can't see very clearly - fruits, vegetables, wine, fish, meat and seafood."

"Seafood? How can there be seafood?"

Weird,

Viscount Boltz didn't understand what was wrong with his logic. Because the Adventurer's Guild was in a remote area and there were no decent shops around it, so as long as the whole territory was sealed, they could only die of thirst and starvation. All the surrounding wells were poisoned and cast spells.

It is easy to purify people of the plague, but it takes a lot of time to purify underground water. They have no place to drink water, no place to buy food, and they cannot go to the beach to fish on their own. They have nothing to eat except the northwest wind--that's how it should be!

That’s right!

"I know!" Viscount Boltz pointed at the tip of the attendant's nose and shouted, "There is a traitor in the market! You dare to smuggle water to my enemies. I'm tired of living! Check it out for me. Investigate this matter thoroughly. I will definitely

There is a traitor!"

The attendant was stunned... Wuxiang Bay Market is extremely huge. There are nearly a thousand shops of various sizes, and the number of people in it is countless. Check? How to check? Even if you really check, it is tantamount to destroying the entire market.

Turn them all over.

There is one thing he doesn't want to admit - Viscount Boltz has become irritable since his resurrection. There are rumors that resurrection will damage the mind. After many resurrections, many people are unable to continue taking risks and even have extremely distorted mentality.

There is no obvious change. It may be that the attendant thinks too much.

Oops, the attendant has even worse news to report. How should I speak now...

Viscount Boltz raised his head and found that the attendant was still there and had not left. He frowned deeply: "What? Is there anything else?"

"Uh, yes, Lord Viscount..."

Boltz held his forehead and waved his hand to signal the attendant to speak quickly. If it was good news, the other party would have reported it long ago. Alas.

The attendant clutched the corners of his clothes tightly, his eyes wandered, and hesitantly said: "...Last night, the "Hedaville Arcane Association" was empty, and not even half of the people were left. We have sent people to investigate, and it seems that it was early.

A premeditated escape overnight."

…Boltz didn’t want to say anything.

When the "Hedaville Arcane Association" stated that it would not participate in mass assassinations, he had long felt that the attitude of these mages was not right. If he could deal with the Adventurer's Guild, he would have to train these villainous mages again.

The owner of the Five Lanes Bay. Obviously, "Hedaville" also knows this very well. There are only three ways left in front of him--help Viscount Boltz kill the Adventurer's Guild where there are many mages.

This goes against the purpose of the association; to help the Adventurer's Guild kill Viscount Boltz, but after the market manager is changed, they, the villains without shelter, will have no place to stay; or, they can escape.

At least get away from the storm.

With the chairman of the association's magic power and resourcefulness, as well as his vast network of contacts, it is not difficult to change towns for development or come back when the weather calms down. The important thing is that all his subordinates are rare mages, and even if one of them dies, it will be too distressing.

He said to himself coldly: "That guy is smart...but too smart...it's hard to use smart people." Boltz looked up and found that the attendant hadn't left yet, and was shocked: "What? There's still bad news.

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The attendant nodded vigorously: "The "Yuehua Fool Smuggling Group" and the "Barbarian Militia" were also..."

"What?!"

"Also...the building is empty."

Damn it! Viscount Boltz grabbed the tea cup at his hand and threw it at the attendant. The latter tilted his head and dodged it at the last moment, and was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Why! What! Why! Why did they escape too!"

The attendant wiped his forehead. Anyway, death made him emboldened. He corrected: "No, they did not escape... but ran into the blockade. If Xiao Xiao's miscalculation is not wrong, they seem to have judged because of the failed assassination.

, the direction of the wind is not quite right, and we have surrendered to the enemy."

Well!

Viscount Boltz covered the side of his face, his tooth hurt! His tooth hurt so much that he couldn't think of anything, his mind was in chaos. Surrendering to the enemy was nothing!

Breathing heavily, he kept scratching his hair and was in pain. When he raised his head again, he wanted to die, but found that the attendant still refused to step back: "Don't tell me, there is something else."

"...Hmm." The attendant saluted respectfully with a look of death, and quietly wrote his suicide note with his hands behind his back while reporting the report, "Do you remember that there is a high-level killer in the underworld, who keeps giving orders many times, and insists on doing so?

Acting alone to assassinate the leader of the Adventurer's Guild?"

"What's up with him?"

Boltz remembered that he had clearly ordered everyone not to attack the guild during the blockade to avoid further losses, but there was a killer in the dark street who refused to obey. After thinking about it, Boltz did not do anything to the killer.

Excessive punishment, just constant warnings. Wouldn't you just run away, right?

The attendant took a few steps forward and handed Viscount Boltz a small metal box with both hands.

That's the blood pact contract.

Boltz raised his head and froze in place. The attendant nodded: "Sir Viscount, this boy is in love and formally submitted his resignation last night."

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Elizabeth held her chin uncharacteristically, sitting by the window and looking into the distance, lost in thought. She didn't even notice that you had walked behind you.

She was startled, looked back at you, and asked, "What?"

This is actually what you want to ask. What happened to this level 11 assassin? He was staring out the window in a daze, as if he was in love. No way. Speaking of which, what is the ecosystem of shapeshifters like?

Sighing, Elizabeth jumped down from the window sill: "To put it simply, because of selfishness and laziness, although we can have children, we will not give birth to them. Basically, women will be infertile for life, and men will find young and beautiful married humans.

A woman takes the shape of her husband, makes him pregnant, and then leaves. The human woman will raise the child of a shapeshifter without knowing it. And this child will gradually reveal the shapeshifter's appearance until he is close to adulthood.

Characteristics."

To say that I am selfish and lazy is really...

It's so calm.

Too lazy to work hard to win social status, so she just replaces and seizes it. Speaking of which, why is Elizabeth in a daze? It can't be that she is really in love.

Elizabeth laughed and waved her hands repeatedly: "Me? In love? How is that possible?"

"Actually, where you can't see, Raymond and I are secretly dealing with the scattered assassins who come to assassinate you. They are enjoying it and we have the ability to deal with it. Basically, the division of labor is that Raymond kills the assassins who come in the open.
To be continued...