Vol 2 Chapter 206: Local execution

Chapter 206 Local executions
The cell was quiet.
"Is there something going wrong in the North?" Wyatt asked some emotions: "Axter really will send troops to the south on the grounds of the king's assassination?"
"This is the intention of Lombard. For this reason, he may be able to easily get the support of the people." Taylor looked at their expressions and couldn't help but say: "But I think other big men will not agree." - Each of them can see that this is the conspiracy of Lombard."
"The previous things have been proved," Tyres shook his head. "It’s impossible to take the Broken Dragon Fortress by taking the black sand alone."
"But they have Miranda," Cohen sighed and gnawed his teeth: "Her safety will affect the attitude of the northern vassals - and the supply of Broken Dragon Fortress and Austrian aid all depend on the stability of the North."
Miranda shook his head.
"After my father was released from prison," Miranda apparently had a bad mood. She leaned on the fence and said slowly: "Your Majesty has sent special bureaucrats and nobles to the Cold Fort, and at the same time added a standing army of Broken Dragon Fortress to stabilize. The situation in the north."
"Even if I am captured - the northern border will not be so bad that even the logistics and countermeasures of the fortress cannot be supported."
"Do not worry, after the lessons of twelve years ago," Wyatt sighed slowly, saying that comfort is greater than the essence: "Your Majesty will not relax his vigilance."
"But the war is inevitable, right?" Cohen's voice came low and the tone was lost: "Because of us."
No one is talking.
Silent loss and despair, filled the cell.
Tyres frowned.
Some are not quite right.
What he missed about the ownership of the North.
"Oh," Cohen sighed angrily, and the back of his head slammed on the ground with two strengths: "The sword of the disaster...we shouldn't come here."
Also, Cohen thought in his heart: If we listened to Raphael at the time, it disappeared immediately...
Hearing the name of the sword of the disaster, Taylor suddenly raised his head.
Wait, there is still a doubt.
Niely told him that the sword of the disaster was the behind-the-scenes black hand of the two princes who were assassinated - assassinating Tells before the fortress and assassinating Morar in the stars.
Thus involved the Grand Duke of Pfeiffer.
The former is the information that Kaslan sent to him, and the latter is the investigation of the king himself sending people to the stars.
Now, the former has been proved to be a lie, and the sword of disaster has nothing to do with the magic gun incident, the latter...
Tyres raised his brow and his brain continued to turn wildly.
After experiencing the panic of the assassination, the chaos in Gu’s butcher’s shop was unbelievable, and the incredible in the carriage of the Shangliucheng, and the thoughts in the prison at the moment, the clues of the original confusing have gradually become clear, one The conjectures and elements were slowly incorporated into the messy, messy puzzle.
Only the last few pieces.
"I began to understand," I saw the little prince's eyes narrowing his eyes and nodded. "How did Lombard's plan unfold?"
Miranda looked up and stared at the prince with his sharp eyes.
"What?" The police officer sighed and sighed, and he slammed his right arm on the ground, seeming to push it up.
Cohen shook his head and found out again that he had no one to answer.
But this time, Taylors quickly solved his problem.
I saw that the second prince was dignified and slowly opened his mind.
"Half a month ago, the plot of the Duke of Val Allen in the Renaissance Palace was revealed," the voice of Thales echoed in this small cell, with a tone of voice: "The matter of the death of Morar by Lombard was thoroughly revealed. come out."
Everything starts here.
"At that time, Rumba made up his mind, before King Nunn drove him to death with the army of the whole country," the second prince struggled to stand up, looking up in the dim light, staring at the dark ceiling, faintly in front of him. The icy face of the Grandpa of Lombard:
"A desperate attempt, a counterattack."
Looking at the prince's serious expression, Cohen and Miranda face each other, and Wyatt sighs.
The little slipper bit his lower lip and screamed.
The performance of Rumba on the carriage passed by in his mind.
Chaman Rumba.
Tells tells himself: This terrible Northland scorpion, in the most dangerous situation, collects rare chips and chess pieces step by step, and in a limited time, completes a counter-killing game without a retreat.
"Peffer bought the Shadow Shield and tried to assassinate me in front of the fortress and marry the Rumba, but he failed." The thoughts of Thales became clearer and clearer, only to listen to him faintly: "Why the Great Confederation Selling Lombard? I thought at first that it was the cowardly and weak Peffey who was afraid that he would be exposed because of Lombard, so he chose to start first."
"Peffert in the city?" Cohen wondered: "First, King Nunn, then Lombard, and finally sold out of Lombard - who is he with?"
"It doesn't seem so simple now," said Tyres's pupils slowly narrowing down, as if to see the last moment of hysterical Perfit: "I am afraid, Pefitte was frightened by the idea that Lombard was desperate, so try to be in Lombard. Before dragging him to hell, with the help of my death and the power of the stars, I was mad at the rumor."
"After eating the dark loss of the magical guns under the fortress, Rumba traced the assassin all the way. Finally, he found the shield of the shadow," said Taylor, who remembered the white man of the code, and remembered him and Rumba. Interaction, and remembered that he had recited the scene of "the shadow is not extinguished", and his heart was faint: "However, Lombard chose to shake hands with the Shadow Shield and start a new cooperation - the goal should be Noon. king."
"The shadow shield, are they?" Cohen's expression changed, showing his surprise: "God - do they really don't want to mix in the Westland?"
Tyres shook his head in disappointment and ignored the police officer.
Then the latter fell into shackles again.

At the same time, Lombard began to contact other alliances,
said Tyres, taking a deep breath and refining the original appearance of the conspiracy:
The Marquis of Syracuse, who has a relationship with King Nunn As the commander of the underground forces and order of the Longyan City, Urad, and even the famous former White Blade Guard commander Kaslan Lombard - I don't know how he found these people.
Do not.
A voice is small in the heart of Tells: actually you know.
You always know.
You just don't dare to think about it.
The lights in the cell trembled in a strange way, bringing the light and shadow to tremble.
Miranda looked at Taylors intently, his eyes full of surprises.
With the words of Tyres, the six guards in the cell were gradually turning their heads and listening to the prince's inference.
Taylor sighed long and only felt the foreground dark and the future confused.
He cheered and continued: "By the channel of Kaslan, Rumba sold Pefert, another behind-the-scenes black hand of Morar, to King Noon."
Tyres felt very uncomfortable when he thought of Kaslan's open-minded image and his betrayal and hypocrisy.
"So, under the secret of the Marquis of Commas, I and Nun have both set their sights on Pfeiffer, placed them on revenge, and placed them on the shackles of the big men." Think of the smiling Marquis, remembering the dizzying duel, and his eyes are getting more and more dignified:
"Chaman Rumba, when the King of Nuen has no time to take care of him, hides in the dark to accumulate strength and make plans."
Rumba wiped his own blade and silently told him about the tragedy of the Rumba family twelve years ago, and appeared again in front of Teres.
Taylor's eyes slowly condensed.
Nunn VII, he used the unrelenting conspiracy and means to erode the black sand collar and the Lombard family.
And Chaman Rumba, the young aristocrat of the Northland under the wings of his father and brother, grew up in the darkness and blood of the noon, and grew into a new black sand collar.
Tyres couldn't help but pinch his fist and adjust his breathing.
"First of all, Lombard seems to have used two thousand people to me to Longyan City," Tyres shook his head, took away his thoughts, and returned to the present. "In reality, he escorted the soldiers who are loyal to him." Go to Longyan City."
Tyres couldn't help but remember the respectful of the Viscount Cambya, and remembered the moment he had no mercy to kill the squad.
"Secondly, Rumba also used the channel of Kaslan and the scorpion of the scourge of the disaster to bring the Mt. Miranda Arende, the heir to the Duke of the Northern Border, to the city of Longyan."
"Even the towers of the end are dare to use," Miranda sighed slightly: "He is really wide enough..."
A cold wind blew from the outside of the cell, and a violent wind blew in the door under the thick door, interrupting Miranda's words.
"Their division of labor is very clear," Taylors saw the little slick trembled coldly in the corner behind him, so he unconsciously moved his body to block the cold wind that came in, and continued: "Cassland to King Noon." Communicate well-formed intelligence and lead to scapegoats. The Shadow Shield finds the world's best assassin while arranging assassinations. The Marquis of Bermuda confuses the king and monitors the situation in the palace. Urad passes the black market through the black market. The army led by the army disguised as a patrol, preparing materials and arranging into the city."
"Does he think that this plan is too big?" Wyatt looked sullen: "Any link is leaking..."
"Huh--" is another chilly wind, the wind is even louder than before.
Several people in captivity were silent.
Until Miranda broke the silence again.
"There are two doubts, but it doesn't make sense." Miss Aarond said faintly.
Cohen's eyebrows pick: "What?"
"Army," the female swordsman who saw the black hair raised her head, and the stain on her face did not affect her heroic spirit: "There is a disaster."
Tyres lit up and he looked up and stared at Miranda.
A sense of euphoria that "talking to a smart person is easy" comes to life.

I have this question from the beginning,
the prince must nod.
From weakening the enemy to seeking an alliance, from scheduling to final implementation, Rumba has done everything that can be done. He just has to give the rest to Shield of Shadow, go home and take a bath with soap, and pray for the head of the Nunn King."
Cohen picked an eyebrow.
Tyres’s thoughtful expression:
"But he not only came to Longyan City, but also brought the army - just to arrest both of you?"
"What is the thing that he must carry out with the army in Longyan City?" Wyatt couldn't help but say: "Laundering, destroying Longyan City? Or captive and threatening other Dagong in the Palace of the Spirit, Is he king?"
"No," a little female voice screamed from the corner: "Long Yao City is the capital of the king, the squad of the Prime Minister and the General Order Office, the court guards directly under the Yingling Palace, and the white blade of the king. The Guards range from 2,000 to 3,500. If you start mobilizing Walton's private soldiers, you can even gather up nearly 10,000 people's recruiting troops, plus layers of gates and terrain... Thousands of people can't even attack a city gate - the Night Wing King proved this three hundred years ago."
Taylors glimpsed and looked at the girls in that corner with others.
The little slicker came back, and I was shocked to see that everyone was watching her. She was so nervous that she was white and shivered back to the corner.
"And," Taylors reacted and quickly helped her out: "The four grand princes are not the soft eggs that Renba is kneading... they are not simple."
Miranda nodded in agreement: "As long as Rumba is not a fool, he will not make such a move that he does not die fast enough."
"Two thousand people, two thousand people who can't catch people and can't catch people," Cohen seems to have improved a lot. I saw him raise his head and his eyes turned: "I can't always be dedicated to killing? What evil sacrifices, need two Thousands of lives as sacrifices..."
The entire cell is quiet.
Everyone else turned their eyes and looked at Cohen.
"what?"
Cohen noticed these gaze, his expression stiffened on his face.
"There are often ... in novels and poetry..." The police officer seemed awkward, only to see him laughing: "Of course, I just talk about it."
Wyah closed her contemptuous eyes. He turned his head and worried: "And, with two thousand people moving so much, how did they send the army into the city?"
"This is the second question," Miranda took over the topic, and he was very serious: "The disaster."
Tyres squinted and didn't speak.
"From the disasters, the chaos, the assassination and the city, the time that Lombard started was very good," Miranda frowned. "It’s like..."
Miranda looked up and looked around at others, which made him dignified:
"It’s like a disaster is going to match him."
Hearing the name of the disaster, what the little slicker remembered, biting his lips in grievances.
Cohen’s expression changed, thoughtfully.
At this time, the guard leader spoke again.
"Well, a few of you," he walked coldly into the middle of the corridor, looking around a few cells: "It’s been a long time, even if it’s a death row, this treatment is enough.

"Now," the guard leader turned his head and looked straight at Tells: "Give me shut up."
When Tyres frowned and was preparing to argue, the thick door that insulates the cell and the outside world was suddenly knocked.
As the thick door opens, the cold wind and light come back to these small cells.
Another soldier from the black sand collar, dressed in patrol costumes, came to the cell and seemed to be sending orders.
Tyles was in a tight heart. He moved his body and leaned against the fence. He wanted to see the outside scene, and the small slicker carefully followed his footsteps.
Cohen, Miranda and Wye are the same.
The commander cautiously closed the thick door, and then he turned and took out a reel and handed it to the guard leader.
"Dagong has arrived at the Yingling Palace. This is his warrant." He only listened to the commander's ear near the guard's ear, squinting and whispering: "Immediately."
The guard leader frowned, he opened the lacquer on the reel and slammed the seal on it.
After a while, the guard's face changed dramatically, and he raised his head violently and looked at the commander.
"This is real?"
The guardian leader looked at the new messenger with a sullen look: "Execution on the spot? All?"
The manuscript is alive again!
(End of this chapter)