Wisteria City is the capital of Falorland, and like Bushen City, it is one of the famous historical cities of Falorland.
In the west of the city, you can see a building similar to a square tower, but without a spire, it has a flat top.
This strange tower-like building looks quite classical in appearance, but its decoration style is very modern.
The interior of the building is paved with white porcelain panels, urn-shaped chandeliers are hung, and some rooms have glass curtain walls.
There is even a spiral steam locomotive track that rises along the tower and extends to the parking lot on the flat roof.
The architectural style is very distinctive, with tradition and modernity perfectly blended together without being obtrusive. It was obviously the work of a master architect.
It is called the "White Tower of Order" and is 45 meters high. It has eleven floors above ground and two basement floors.
The White Tower of Order is the headquarters of the 7th Bureau. It was designed and built by Frank Aalto, the architect of the Steam Alliance. It has stood in Wisteria City for more than 30 years.
At this moment, in the corridor on the eleventh floor of the tower, Yuan Zhaluo, the leader of the Kangao tribe's original stone tribe, was pacing back and forth outside a golden nanmu door.
Zaro did not wear the traditional tribal clothes. He now put on a blue suit and a black tie, but it was tied backwards.
Unlike the ten floors below, there was almost no staff on the eleventh floor, and the long corridor echoed with Zaro's messy footsteps.
He was about to meet the "Butcher of Purgatory". Zarro, who looked like a middle-aged uncle, felt uneasy. He stretched out his fingers to rub his eyebrows and pinched the collar of his suit, which was a little tight.
To be honest, he doesn't like to wear such clothes, but he does as the Romans do. If he came wearing a colorful feather crown and an animal skin coat, it would be too eye-catching.
"Crunch~"
The gorgeous nanmu door with a wild rose carved on it opened.
A deacon wearing a black trench coat, a black-and-white checkered uniform, and a soft hat with a badge came out.
This is a young man who looks like he is in his twenties. He has purple temples and green eyes. He is handsome and has the romantic temperament of a poet.
"Sir, I've been waiting for a long time. The director wants you to come in."
His voice was mellow and soft, echoing in the slightly dark corridor like an ethereal voice.
There is no glass curtain wall on this floor, so the light is a bit dim.
Zarro glanced at the two diamond-shaped badges on his shoulders, his pupils narrowed, and he immediately smiled: "It's okay, it's just for a while. The director is busy with official duties after all."
It wasn't exactly a polite comment, he really didn't wait long.
The young deacon smiled slightly, stepped to the side, stretched out his white-gloved hand, and made a gesture of invitation.
Zaro took a slow breath, calmed down his nervousness, and slowly walked into the door.
The young deacon did not follow, but closed the door outside.
Zaro walked into the director's office. The decoration inside was surprisingly simple, with a black desk and a few chairs, a white information cabinet, and a silk sofa.
Apart from this, there is only a chandelier and a few paintings, one of which is placed opposite the desk. It is a portrait with 14 people on it, including Carl Mordred and Charles IV.
Inside.
What was very strange was that there was a person on it who was actually the bartender that Ren had met before.
The man worked at the Firebird Bar in Diramo City outside the Pugny Plain. He was an uncle with a mustache, and he even played a trick on Renn once, saying that he looked like his son.
Director Carl of the 7th Bureau is sitting behind his desk. He looks about thirty years old, with a straight nose and gray eyes that give people an indescribable depth, like a quiet pool in an ancient forest.
"Please take a seat."
The voice is gentle, giving people a calm and unhurried feeling.
Zaro subconsciously clenched his fingers. When he came to his senses and slowly sat on the chair opposite Karl, the clothes on his back were already wet with sweat.
The other party's attitude was relatively friendly, but Zaro still felt extremely tormented. He knew very well how terrifying this person was.
More than a hundred years ago, the previous patriarch of the Original Stone Tribe, a totem warrior who was comparable to a fourth-level powerhouse, was strangled to death by him with one hand.
At that time, Karl was only a fourth-level peak [Shadow Black Warrior]. Unlike now, it has been ninety years since he entered the Holy Realm.
The five levels of the Black Samurai are: Level 1 [Horizontal Blade Black Samurai], Level 2 [Broken Blade Black Samurai], Level 3 [Ghost-Slaying Black Samurai], Level 4 [Shattered Shadow Black Samurai], and Level 5 [Sky-Splitting Black Samurai]
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Swallowing, he put his fingers on his knees and rubbed them. After seeing Karl in person, Zaro forgot all the polite words.
Feeling a little helpless, he said straight to the point: "Sir, Director, I am here to ask you for help on behalf of the entire Kangao tribe.
I also hope that you can send people to suppress this ghoul rebellion as soon as possible. Of course, our clan will do our best to cooperate with the actions of the 7th round."
Karl didn't reply for a while, and tapped the table with his right index finger, as if thinking about something.
Seeing that he had no reaction, Zaro couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Several great witch doctors had clearly told him that this crisis could not be solved by Kangao people.
He did not dare to rush. More than a hundred years ago, the Kangao people once made trouble and tried to drive away the foreigners and dominate the Pugni Plain.
Of course, they don't want to break away from Falorland, they just want to gain autonomy and more land.
However, Charles IV did not hesitate to send troops to suppress it. Karl was one of the generals who suppressed the Kangao people at that time.
"You three ancient totem tribes have one fifth-level [evil soul] ancestral spirit and two [cursed spirit] levels.
There may be several [cursed spirits] in other large tribes, so they can't even protect themselves, right?" Karl said calmly.
The cultivation and use of resentful spirits is one of the trump cards of the Kangao people. They have a special method to create spiritual bodies and accelerate the growth of spiritual bodies.
Zaro frowned and said in a helpless tone: "After all, the ancestor spirit is no longer the same person as before. Although the remaining obsession is willing to protect the tribe, it requires a lot of sacrifices every time it is used.
And there is a risk of losing control, like the headless horseman."
Hearing the name Headless Horseman, a hint of imperceptible sarcasm flashed in Carl's eyes.
Wraiths generated after a person's death usually retain some memories of their lifetime, just like the ghost of painter Igor, who still cares about his wife Claire.
Therefore, the Kangao people will create spirit bodies after the death of certain strong men with suitable conditions in the tribe, and those resentful spirits are generally willing to protect the tribe.
But the Headless Horseman obviously messed up that time. He killed a woman, chopped off his head, and still expects him to protect the tribe. Stop being ridiculous.
Karl also knew that it was not entirely the people of the large tribe who had lost their minds. After all, not everyone was suitable to be cultivated into ancestral spirits after death. The Headless Horseman obviously met the conditions during his lifetime.
Of course, the ghoul rebellion must be suppressed, but this does not prevent Carl the Lion from speaking loudly: "I need the formula for the wind potion."
