Chapter 1162: Death Mafia

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The man was gone, and only Safim and the prisoners who were scattered around the king's capital were left in the ruined villa.
"Who will be the killer?" Safim instructed the disciples to find Tong Yishi, and he himself painted the space array of Tong Yi on the table: "Will it... will it be a king's person?" "This idea took him by surprise. "If he is really a king, he knows that Emperor Quebec took people to Xizela. He should also be very aware of the emptiness of the king's personnel. If he takes advantage of this time It is a good opportunity to cut off the power of the prisoners in the capital. Could it be... Is this really the case? After we have been used up, will this stumbling block be removed?"
In any case, Safim had to tell Di Kui the situation as soon as possible, and Di Kui asked him to report the events of the day to him every night, and today is no exception.
On the other side, on the way from Wangdu to Xizela Province, the people led by Emperor Podo Cassie also took a rest in the town. It is to separate people and concentrate from all directions to the province of Xizela.
After many days of rehabilitation and supplementation, Poto Cassie's complexion has improved a lot. Although the roots of the pain have been removed for many years, the weak body is not able to be cured for a while. At this moment he saw the information reported by Safim, his pale face became more dignified.
"What's wrong, my king?" At the gate of the prisoners, except for the most powerful mechanical muse who could talk to Emperor Kui at will, only Inanaga could say such light words.
"Look for yourself." Podo Cassie walked away from Tong Yishi and presented the text on the table in front of Inanaga's eyes.
Inanajia frowned: "We have only been away for a few days, and this happened to the king!
Poto Cassie was very angry, and he slapped a palm on the mahogany table, smashing the whole table.
"Emperor Que, do you think it's really like the king said that the king sent someone to do it?" Inana Nika stepped forward and put her hand on the broad shoulders of Poto Cassie.
"He has a motive, and there are many coincidences. But..." Podo Cassie said quietly for a while: "If the king wants to get rid of our prisoner's door again, there is no reason to start against us at this time. The empire is on the outside. Fighting, on the other hand, the remaining party in Zalberg, China, has not been cleared. Ladat's doing this at this time will only make us hostile in advance, and he will not do such a stupid thing even if he is stupid. And since he wants to Hands on, why not get rid of Safim. There are many doubts about what happened today. I am afraid it is not as simple as Safim saw."
Inanaga asked: "Is Emperor Kui going back to deal with this matter?"
"No." Podo Cassie said: "We have been away from the king for several days, and we have to waste a lot of time one after another, and it will not be solved in a moment and a half. By the way, Silest Shadow has already started his plan, we will have a delay on the road, I am afraid we will lose the opportunity to destroy the dead Mafia. And as long as we can stand firm in Sizera, we can worry more about it. ."
"The same is true, as long as we wait for all the high-level personnel of the dead Mafia to gather in Rongdan City, we can wipe it out in one fell swoop, which is more important than that."
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There is a small border town in the area of ​​Xizera and the country's diplomatic circles. The square houses in yellow clay and the deserted streets stand in the city. The trees without colors are even more desolate.
The small town originally called Manla was not so desolate. It was a prosperous place a few years ago. The past business trips used it as a trading port connecting San Vikya and the outside world, with thousands of camels. The caravan will go out here with exquisite commodities, silk and advanced crafts, and there will be a returning team to bring the fruits, gems, spices and other items from abroad into the territory of San Vitoria. That's right, this was once the favorite treasure of smugglers, but now it has fallen.
The fall of Manla was due to the rise of the dead Mafia, who were even crueler than the robbers in the desert, dominated the oil-rich smugglers, and imposed a more expensive protection than tariffs here. Fees and use their means to force residents to surrender their property. So Manla fell and became a desolate wilderness.
Although it has not yet reached the sea of ​​forgotten, it is not far from the border of the world's largest desert. The daily blowing sand every night makes the adobe houses here weather very seriously. Cracked walls, collapsed debris, a scrawny black wild cat curled under the old tree, as if to die at any time because of the harsh environment here.
However, this lifeless town will, as usual, spend a long and boring long night when a rumble of footsteps is heard from the end of the town. The powerless wild cat woke up at once. It quickly jumped to the wall and squatted down. It didn't take long to see a large group of convoys pouring into the streets of Xiaocheng.
"stop."
The convoy slowly stopped, and people sitting on Warcraft, camels, or carriages came down one after another, unloading the items on the car, and seemed to plan to spend the night here.
More than two thousand people did plan to spend the night here. Since the death of Mafia, there has been no decent place to live in here, all those who can escape have died, and those who cannot escape have also died.
After the people in the car came down, they began to set up tents on the streets. They dared not live in the weathered earth house that was likely to collapse at any time. There was a place where the wind could be sheltered between the gaps in the roadway.
The tent was set up, and barrels of fine wine were also unloaded from the car. After running for nine hours, I only ate some food on the road. Now is the time to take a rest and have a good meal.
The fire in the camp swayed and shone the thin cat on the wall. The cat was originally very alert, but now he just wanted to jump down and steal two fish in the crowd to dry out. By the campfire, most people were very satisfied, but the group of people in the middle of the camp had a dignified look.
"Hillary, don’t worry so much, it’s just that a group of government forces captured our castle in Mount Ilsus. The sacrifices were buried deep in the mountain behind the castle, and there was a golden gate seal of blood and gold, They won't be able to open in a moment and a half." The man who spoke was about forty years old, with long silver hair just over his shoulders, silver eyes, and a 10-centimeter scar on his left eye. He was wearing brown leather armor, a leather buckle hung diagonally on his shoulder, and a silver wolf head pendant hanging on his chest. At this time, he was picking fire from the fire with wooden branches, wearing leather gloves There are bright silver nails. This man's name is Mafia, and he is the leader of the dead Mafia.
Called Hillary was a man in his thirties, with long black curly hair, pointed chin, a thin face, and short and thin eyebrows. Wearing a dark green scale armor and dark green trousers, a wide golden belt was buckled on the waist, and a wing like a tuxedo was firmly tied behind him.
Hillary's expression was always a bit melancholy, with aristocratic temperament between his hands and feet. He wore white thin silk gloves. After patting the sand and dust on his body, he took off the gloves and threw them away, and changed to the woman standing next to him. A pair of clean white gloves was put on, before quieting down. He cleared his voice, and when he spoke, the tone was smooth and gentle, just like he was talking about something unrelated to him in his leisure time: "I’m not in a hurry, there is no magic of blood and gold casting. Know better than me. I'm just worried if there are other problems."
"what is the problem?"
Hillary said: "The corrupt bureaucrats, who have always been stunned by the death of Mafia, why did they suddenly uncharacteristically start with Mount Ilseus?"
Mafia said: "I heard that the political situation in Santa Víquea has changed recently, and the convicted prince who was in power was ousted from power. Perhaps because of this, the local government wanted to show his performance to the king. Acted on it."
Hillary also thought it was very possible, and nodded gently: "However, those holy coins buried in the mountain are related to our future, and 9.9 billion holy coins will soon be cast. There was a problem."
"Relax, I have called my brothers from all over the world to gather in Xizela. The number is not less than 50,000. They are all the leaders of my strength. Even with the power of us, even if the government forces of Xizela occupy It can be recaptured after Mount Ilius. Besides, even if it is the regular army of the Saint Bikya Empire, my personal ability is not a problem to pick an army general, plus you and the six holy priests, those local officers and soldiers are basically Unbearable." Mafia said dismissively.
Six holy priests sat beside them. They wore services similar to the priests of the priests. Three white priests and three black priests, each holding a beautiful staff, but the white priest took The black priest took the round-bottomed staff.
Hillary Clinic still seemed very cautious: "Although this is the case, we'd better solve the problem in another way. Now that the sacrifice is about to be completed, at this critical time, we may wish to make some concessions to the government of Xizela. Without force, it is best to resolve this dispute peacefully. As long as the sacrifice ceremony is completed, we don’t care about anything else."
"Well, then listen to you." Mafia was disdainful of Clinton's cautiousness. The people he led had been rampant in Xizela for so many years, and even the local army had defeated several times, so it was not at all. Taking this matter into consideration, he still respects Hillary's opinion. Without Hillary, his death Mafia would not be as strong as today.
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