Vol 3 Chapter 156: Behind the scenes

(The fifth watch for the 30 or 40 kind book friends who vomited blood for the change)

He is not afraid of No.1's mouth being hard, nor is he afraid of No.1's silence, all he is afraid of is No.1's suicide altogether.
As long as he does not commit suicide, Ian can know what he wants to know.
Now Number One has not spoken at all, and directly assumes that he is dead, looking at his expression, he will not say no matter what Ian does.
The fact is also true. All his relatives and friends are under the control of that person. Once he has the mind of betrayal, then the adult will not be merciless.
"It doesn't matter if you don't say it, let's just have a brief chat." Ian asked very relaxedly while sitting next to No.1.
"Is the adult you mentioned the one who has always targeted the Magic House?"
No. One's expression on the ground didn't change at all, and he didn't even move his eyes.
He knows that some master interrogators can get answers from subtle expressions, so he has long been trained in this area, confident that no one will get information from him.
"Oh, it really is." Ian said with a smile.
Number One's heart chuckles, this should be a guess...
"The man in black who sneaked into the house of magic before, the application is also your companion."
Number One was silent.
"Hey hey, really, it's a pity that he was killed right by the wall of the magic house, what a terrible death!
It's all burnt, and the dog won't eat it. "
Ian said to Number One in a cheerful tone.
It doesn't matter, all of these can be guessed, and No.1's heart keeps comforting herself.
"Your adult is from Boulder City."
Yi'an continued to ask again. Just after asking about the response that didn't wait for the number one, Yi'an continued:
"It turns out to be from Boulder City. That's great."
No. 1’s face is as cold as frost, is it fun to have fun like this?
If you want to guess, just guess. I don't know anything anyway.
"Who is your lord?"
Yi'an leaned slightly, and whispered to Number One’s ear.
"Is Patriarch Neo?
Patriarch Joham?
Lizardman Shaman Savara?
..."
Seeing Yi'an's guesses one by one, Number One felt a little contemptuous of Yi'an's questioning method. I didn't have any reaction at all. You could have guessed it.
"It won't be City Lord Keno, but we have been honoring his old man."
Number One is like a stone sculpture, without any reaction.
"I'm going, it's so sad. It's really the Lord of Keno. We always thought that Lord Lord liked our House of Magic."
A stunned look appeared on Ian's face. It turned out that the man behind the scenes was the Lord Keno, but would he have to be so sneaky if he wanted to deal with the Magic House?
Number One's heart was like a river and a sea. He could guarantee that there was absolutely no problem with his expression, but how did this magician know.
Can he see through people's hearts?
No, he must be deceiving me, he must have deliberately said that Jinuo City Lord and then observe my expression, I can not be fooled.
One's heart has already set off a stormy sea, but outside is still a blank expression.
Ok,
This time he guessed right, and Ian could really see through people's hearts.
As long as Ian asks a question, no matter how calm the surface is, there must be fluctuations in his mind.
So Ian only needs to ask questions to get the answer from No.1's heart.
"Why doesn't Jinuo City Master clearly deal with our Magic House? Is it because he doesn't want to do it himself because of face or because of other reasons he can't do it with us clearly?"
"Well, there are other reasons. I really don't know what the reason is that your Lord Lord does not take action on our small spellcaster organization."
Now Ziyi No.1 is convinced that Ian has indeed obtained the information from him, because what he said later is no longer a simple guess.
He yelled:
"You, you devil, I didn't say anything, everything is just your imagination."
Yi'an kept moving around, and the wounds on his body were all open. Number One said:
"Don't be so excited, answer me a few more questions."
Ian brushed No.1's face with soft mental power, trying to calm him down.
But Number One gritted his teeth fiercely, and his face immediately turned black.
He is dead……
At the moment of confirming that Ian can continuously obtain information from himself as long as he is not dead, No.1 bit his fangs.
Regardless of whether the information was leaked by yourself, as long as you are caught and the enemy gets their news.
Then Keno will definitely do something to his family!
The Keno that everyone in their small organization knew and the city lord Keno that the residents of Boulder City knew were basically two people.
Keno, who is known to the outside world, is staid, serious, powerful and domineering,
The Keno they know is despicable, shameless and sinister!
Seeing that No.1 is already dead, there is no point in continuing. There is enough information from him.
Ian walked to the edge of the roof with a solemn expression on his face.
Now comes the problem,
How should he get off the roof...
...
Boulder City, City Lord's Mansion.
Behind the scenes, Keno is sitting in his chair watching the dancers dancing~EbookFREE.me~ Even in this relaxed time, he always demands himself strictly.
A dark figure appeared behind him and handed him a piece of parchment.
After just a few glances, a large group of fiery flames appeared on Keno's hand armor, directly burning the parchment to ashes.
There was a pungent smell in the air.
Jinuo was very serious when he was happy, and now it was even more so black that he hit the center of the dancing girls with a big wave of grudge.
An innocent girl was affected by this anger and was directly beaten into a pile of scattered pieces of meat.
Every dancer in the field was splashed with the girl's body.
They slammed their mouths tightly and did not dare to scream, but knelt down at Jino and tremblingly begged the city lord for forgiveness.
"Get out! Get out of me!"
Seeing those dancing girls retreat one by one, his tyrannical mood eased slightly.
The parchment read:
No. 1 failed to perform the mission and committed suicide on a roof near the West End Market. When found, his chest was penetrated and his limbs and tendons were severed...
As soon as Number One died, his own secret organization lost its due role.
This organization was trained by a mysterious organization when he first became the lord of the city. The objects selected were all homeless orphans.
Although the organization called these trained young men thieves, he had always used them as killers.
Only a few hundred orphans finally trained more than a dozen qualified killers, and there were only two third-level killers.
These assassins have done a lot of shameful deeds for him over the years, and now the two most outstanding have died in the hands of the Magic House, how can this not make him crazy?