The legendary city of filth, depravity, and terror in the Holy See.
In the official propaganda, this is a city in hell, where there is never daylight. The city is full of dirty and terrifying undead creatures. Screams and wailing echo in the city all day long. The city is covered with blood and carrion. The residents are all
It is a puppet controlled by the undead.
Despite this, it is a city that humans dream of, want to set foot in, want to conquer, and want to destroy.
But in reality, the Imperial City of Akadelin is different from the legend.
Tall, grand, neat and clean.
The broad avenues in the city are as straight as cut, with no end as far as the eye can see.
Just like every prosperous big city on the Holy Light Continent, under the bright sunshine, both sides of the street are filled with blooming flowers and shade trees.
The street is extremely prosperous.
Looking from the city gate, all I could see was a dark mass of human heads, surging like a river.
The streets were extremely busy with traffic, and pedestrians in busy places could not carry themselves. They were crowded together and pushed around involuntarily.
There are high-rise shops on both sides, one next to the other, with exquisite architecture and gorgeous decoration. In later generations, they will probably be the size of flagship stores in world-class brand centers.
The store has a dazzling array of goods, especially the various expensive luxury goods, which are placed in the most conspicuous positions, tempting the eyes of passers-by.
The beautiful female clerks in the store are dressed no less than the charming ladies from the wealthy landlords' families. The clothes cut from expensive fabrics are close-fitting and smooth, and outline the youthful and toned figures of the girls.
According to a universal law of economics, the more prosperous the economy, the shorter the skirt.
The skirts of the girls with bright eyes were as short as their thighs, revealing their snow-white and pink thighs.
These Semitic girls are known for their long legs and thin waists. Dressed like this, they are full of infinite temptation. If you have never seen any of them on the market, maybe you will start drooling after just one look.
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Although these girls are bright and attractive, they still do their duty, with the most natural and sweet smiles on their pretty faces, and cordially receive every guest who comes to the door.
Every pedestrian on the road is cleanly dressed, handsome, with a sweet smile on his face, his manners are elegant, and his conversation is good. Their faces do not show the tiredness and humility of constantly running for survival.
And this is just one street in the Imperial City of Akadrin.
Many identical streets are like a chessboard of stars, criss-crossing together to form this great city - Arkadelin~!
In terms of scale, it is almost the same as the most dazzling pearl on the Holy Light Continent, Ruman City, which is known as the City of Ten Thousand Cities and the Eternal City. A permanent population of two million lives in this huge city.
In the center of the city, surrounded by bustling streets and residences, there are several extremely tall temples. It took countless generations of hard work to build these temples, and they are all towering and majestic.
Standing there and overlooking the whole city, you will feel a sense of pride and ambition that the world is in your hands.
Although it was already daytime, the top of the temple was still lit with blazing flames. It was clearly visible even dozens of miles away.
That is a symbol that makes all Semitic people proud - the Holy Fire of Thunder: As long as the flame does not go out, the Semitic tribe will never perish~!
This is the flame that symbolizes the Semitic soul, just like the nature of the Semitic people, active, unrestrained, and uninhibited.
It is said that the fire has been passed down for thousands of years and has never been extinguished. It has been passed down since the beginning of Semitic civilization until today.
The flame is guarded by successive high priests, who work tirelessly to spread the Semitic fire throughout the world.
On the outskirts of the city is a towering and solid city wall. Its size can completely discourage any invader who wants to invade Akkadelin.
Over the course of thousands of years, the city wall has been continuously reinforced and repaired, and finally reached its current size. It is entirely composed of long blue boulders, with juice made from glutinous rice and eggs poured in the middle regardless of cost, making it extremely strong.
Even a giant trebuchet cannot shake it even one bit.
From a distance, the city wall looks like a blue belt, surrounding the entire city, vigilantly guarding against all intruders.
Regardless of the well-equipped and physically strong guard soldiers on the city, this city wall alone can give the residents in the city a great sense of security.
But the residents of Akkadelin don't pay much attention to the city wall.
But every Semitic knows that this wall is more symbolic than substantial.
Arkadelin, this great city, has never been invaded by foreign enemies since the day it was built.
Akadelin is a holy city in the eyes of the Semitic people. Its status is similar to that of the human Vandino. These proud Semitic people will never allow foreigners to get closer even if they sacrifice their own lives.
Even if the other party takes a look at him with covetous eyes, they will pursue him to the ends of the earth at all costs, even exhausting their time.
"God rewards those who work hard~!"
At noon, at the corner of a central street in Akkadelin, a black figure was hunched over, leaning against a big tree. He was staring firmly at the door of the gorgeous villa opposite.
He was so focused that the noisy crowds around him didn't affect him at all, and all his eyes were fixed on the mansion.
Although the weather was hot and sweat kept breaking out on the man's forehead, he still kept cheering himself up in his heart.
This is the center of the city, where every inch of land is truly valuable, and both sides of the road are lined with luxurious mansions.
The people who live here are all the highest-ranking figures of the Semitic tribe, and all of them have well-known names.
Not far away, walk up two streets and you'll find the Imperial City.
Therefore, the security in this area is extremely tight. From time to time, there are city guards holding sticks, escort knights on horses, and even black-clothed guards patrolling by. The patrol is completely seamless.
The man in black was always sneaky and did nothing. He just hid under the tree and looked at the houses opposite.
His strange behavior had already attracted the attention of an aunt passing by. As a servant in a wealthy family, the aunt had a good sense of safety and had been hesitant to call the police.
You know, there are so many petty thieves nowadays, especially after the incident of "Lei Guangguang walking alone for thousands of miles" came out. The government publicized and praised the heroic deeds of the hero Lei Guangguang, and held countless celebrations to praise the hero Lei Guangguang.
The only heroic figure in the world.
Especially in government propaganda, today's noble ladies have shouted the slogan "Marry someone like Lei Guangguang".
This caused the Semitic teenagers to imitate each other, using the slogan of thieves and practicing the skills of thieves. However, those little bastards did not have the ability to go to the territory of the human race to cause trouble, so they had no choice but to make trouble in their own families.
Those who formed gangs all day long, idle around, and stole from others gradually became a nuisance in the city.
Moreover, those scoundrels were very confident, saying that this was to practice their skills, so that they could go to the human territory in the future, make a scene like the national hero Lei Guangguang, and steal all the Vatican.
The pope's underwear was stolen, and he slapped the human race hard in order to bring glory to the Semitic race.
But these words only deceive little kids who don’t know much about the world. After these guys stole the money, they didn’t donate it or show their love. They just spent it on eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.
Therefore, the residents were extremely angry about this.
They don't care how nice these little bastards are, if they catch them, they'll beat them all to death.
They were also very ruthless and killed many future heroes who were still in their infancy and had not had time to grow up.
When the aunt was thinking about it, she looked up and saw a group of city guards patrolling over. She waved and ran over to call the police.
After hearing this, the city guards were all excited and their eyes lit up.
"What? Someone dares to step on a plate in this area in broad daylight, arrest him~!"
Nowadays, there is a high incidence of thefts, causing many residents to block their doors and curse at their mothers. The little city guards cannot afford to hide these big shots, nor can they afford to offend them, and their boss is also suffering from a headache.
Now that such a good opportunity has hit his hand, of course he can't let it go. Maybe he can uncover a gang.
They immediately shouted, surrounded him, and surrounded the man.
But when the man saw the menacing officers and soldiers with sharp blades in their hands, he was not afraid at all. He did not turn around and run away like other thieves. Instead, he took out a sign from his arms and handed it to the leader.
officer.
The officer took one look at it, and his expression suddenly changed. He held the sign in both hands and sent it back respectfully.
Under the aunt's surprised eyes, the officer took a step back, then turned around and left in despair with his men.
He returned to the aunt with a serious look on his face, and then issued a low-pitched and stern warning: "Don't be troublesome~! The other party has a lot of background."
After saying that, he led his men and walked away.
The people in Akkadelin City are generally of high quality. People with roots in the Imperial City have a keen sense of politics. When the aunt saw this situation, she couldn't help but think of a certain organization within the Semitic tribe that everyone feared. She is also the same now.
His face changed drastically, and when he saw the man in black turning his eyes towards him, he was so frightened that he turned around and left in a hurry.
The man in black sneered and watched them all walk away obediently. He felt proud, then turned back and continued to stare at the door.
At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little bored. He had been squatting here for many days, but he had gained nothing at all. His dry fingers were groping for the sign nervously. Although he didn't lower his head to take a closer look, with the touch of his fingers,
But you can know the big characters on the sign: Secret Iron Level No. 73.
Although the code name is extremely low-level, the word "secret" is enough to scare away most people.
But...but this is far from enough~!
The man in black couldn't help but lick his lips when he thought of this, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, full of desire for power.
As an excellent spy, when others were trying their best to hunt down that cunning fox-like woman in the south, he had already realized that the other party was definitely coming here this time to save his friend - the Semitic.
The first beauty.
Women are very strange animals, even the gods cannot understand their thoughts.
Some of them fall out with their friends just for a copper coin, but there are also some who will do whatever it takes for their friends.
Therefore, when news came from the south that the man had escaped, he had already been waiting here, waiting for the woman to appear.
Although his idea was ridiculed by his colleagues, he firmly believed that the other party would definitely come.
As long as that woman comes out, he can easily arrest her and claim credit and reward.
After having accomplished such great feats, the Dark Council...well, no, the twelve royal families will personally receive him. By that time, he will be promoted and make a fortune, and his career will be just around the corner.
When the time comes, you can laugh at those who have laughed at you.
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and unknowingly, he sweated even more. He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat, and then while staring at the house not far away, he reached out and groped around his waist, and finally got what he wanted.
Found a kettle.
Without lowering his head, he casually opened the lid of the kettle, took a few sips carefully, and then carefully closed the kettle.
This squatting job lasts for a long time, and it is also a voluntary job. There is no assignment from a superior. Everything is supported by his ambition. Even the usual funds are all the same as before.
Naturally, you have to be careful about the savings you accumulate.
"God rewards those who work hard." After he put the kettle away, he patted it gently. He continued to think: If you be careful now and work harder, you will be promoted and make a fortune later, and you will be able to live a good life...
At this moment, I heard a soft voice next to me.
"You are really too careless~!"
The spy was startled and turned around hastily.
Behind him, he saw a man wearing a black robe, and he was also wearing a long, wide, soft-brimmed hat.
Although the other party's face cannot be seen, from the bright red pomegranate-like cherry mouth exposed under the brim of the hat, as well as the delicate lower jaw, one can know that it is a woman, and she is definitely a beautiful and moving woman.
The secret agent was not confused by this, but asked coldly: "Who are you? What a skill!"
At the same time, he secretly reached for the dagger at his waist and considered whether to pull it out.
Because he knew that although his martial arts skills were not high, as a secret agent, he had also received strict training. No ordinary person could ever get within ten steps of him without being noticed.
The man didn't answer, his lips moved slightly, and the silver-like voice sounded again. "You were taught by Trinde, right?"
The secret agent couldn't help but was stunned again. The only people who knew this name were people within their ranks.
The man said mockingly: "He has always been too ambitious. He only cares about others and never pays attention to the things around him. So he always makes mistakes. How can such a person be a good spy?"
The spy came back to his senses and asked again coldly: "Who are you?"
The man smiled softly and said, "You really want to know? Don't be afraid."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his head, revealing a face that was as beautiful as a flower, and that would make a country beautiful.
The spy was stunned at the other's appearance at first and didn't react, but then he vaguely realized that he had seen that pretty face somewhere. Finally, slowly, the pretty face coincided with the portrait on the wanted poster in his arms.
Got up.
The spy's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and finally became the size of a pinhead. After a while, he said in a trembling voice: "De... Deipole..."
Deipole smiled brightly and said: "Yes, you are really a genius child, you actually guessed it right at once."
The secret agent took a deep breath and said, "You are so brave, you actually dare to come here..."
Before he could finish his words, Deipole had already raised his index finger between his red lips and said playfully: "Shh, keep your voice down. Aren't you afraid of being too excited and dying of poison?"
"Humph? What's so good about poison... Poison???" The spy's eyes widened immediately.
He hurriedly lowered his head and groped around on his body, saying, "Poison, where is the poison?"
Deipole looked at his embarrassed appearance and couldn't help but feel amused.
She sighed and said: "The name of the poison is the ten-step soul-chasing and life-killing pill. I just put it in your water bottle, and you have already drank it in your stomach.
Didn’t I say before, you idiots are exactly the same as your instructor Trind, you are all so ambitious, you don’t even care about the things around you, and you still want to make trouble for others, what a bunch of idiots~!"
The secret agent didn't hear the next few words of hers at all, and just said in a trembling voice: "Ten... ten steps to chase souls and seize life pills? What is that?"
Like all women, Deipole was extremely displeased with him interrupting her words and smiled coldly, saying: "It's a deadly thing. As the name suggests, poisonous hair only takes ten steps. If you want to survive, just be obedient."
Listen to me."
The spy looked at her cold and pretty face, swallowed dryly, and said in a trembling voice: "I...I know."
According to those information, this woman is as cunning as a fox and as heart-warming as a snake. In order to achieve her goal, she will resort to any means and she will always do what she says.
Seeing that he had calmed down, Deipole cross-examined him seriously.
The secret agent knew that his life was on the line, but he was very wise. All his ambitions and ambitions had disappeared, and he had no dreams of promotion and wealth. No matter what Deipole asked, they were all like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.
One confession.
After Deipole asked, he knew that this surveillance was just that person's idea, and no other spies were involved. Those people were still looking for her in the swamps in the south. He couldn't help but sneered, turned around and left.
The secret agent looked at her and almost didn't cry. He said: "Miss De..., I will answer whatever you ask, but what about the poison?"
Deipole turned around, smiled brightly, and said, "What poison?"
The secret agent grinned and reminded: "I was poisoned."
Deipole blinked his beautiful eyes and said with a smile: "There is no poison at all. I lied to you. Don't you know that the more beautiful a woman is, the less trustworthy she is?"
The secret agent was startled and said: "Really...really?"
Deipole sighed softly and said: "Your kettle is always hanging on your body, and you can feel it if you move it a little. I have great abilities, how could I poison you without knowing it?"
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After hearing this, the secret agent's face turned red and white for a while, and the colors were very exciting.
After a while, he suddenly got angry, looked at Deipole, and shouted angrily: "You stinking bitch, how dare you lie to me. Today I must take you back, and then torture you to extract a confession, and use
Use all one hundred and twenty-seven instruments of torture in the Black Cloud Secret Sanctuary to eliminate the hatred in your heart~!"
In desperation, he even gritted his teeth when he spoke later, with a ferocious look on his face. At the same time, there was a strange and strong excitement in his heart: torturing such a beautiful beauty and listening to her suffering under torture.
What kind of situation would it be like to cry out in pain and beg for mercy?
When the secret agent thought of this, his eyes turned red and his mouth went dry. He immediately stretched out his hand and held it like an eagle's talon, trying to catch Deipole's beautiful wrist.
Deipole did not panic at all, but took half a step back slightly, and then looked at him intently.
Seeing that Deipole dared to hide, the secret agent became furious. He took another step forward, grinned ferociously, and was about to pounce towards her.
But when he stretched out his hand, his whole body couldn't help but stiffen.
There was a sudden gurgling sound in his throat, and he slowly withdrew his hands, then his knees softened, and he fell to the ground, holding his own throat with both hands, his face flushed, as if he couldn't breathe,
The two eyes protruded high and had countless bloodshot eyes.
Deipole looked into his eyes, then sighed softly and said, "Didn't I say it before? A woman's words cannot be believed. The more beautiful the words, the more unbelievable they are."
The spy looked at her with a strange look, then let out a sigh in his throat, softly threw himself forward, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and finally became motionless.
Deipole looked at him and said, "I was going to let you live just now, but you ended up seeking your own death. You can't blame me for that."
She looked around and found that no one nearby noticed this little episode. Even if they did, the common people would be intimidated by the reputation of the Secret Intelligence Department and pretend that they saw nothing and heard nothing.
arrive.
She couldn't help but smile slightly and searched for it.
She was originally a spy, and in the CIA in Lorraine, she learned things that were far ahead of her time. Her methods were extremely professional.
She took away the spy's branded money bag and everything that could prove his identity.
Since the spy went out privately and thus lost his identity information, even though the body would not be disposed of as an unknown corpse by the corpse collection team, it would still take a long time to find out his identity.
Deipole stood up, put on his soft hat again, then walked back to the street leisurely, and blended into the crowd again.