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In another hotel, Monina was not happy to sit on the bed: "Hello, go out for a big meal and throw me here alone. Hey Lord Yuhuang, why are you all wet?"
"Don't mention it, something happened." Cessani pulled off his wet clothes and took out the clean ones from his luggage: "I'm going to take a bath, the dark source pheasant will trouble you to clean it."
"Oh."
In the bathroom, Césanil’s bodybuilding posture never fell with an extra point. He covered his beaten cheek and took a breath of pain: "This little nizi is not at all Be merciful, fight so hard, and your face is still swollen now. Who would be the person who took the bottle away? With his strength, he appeared in Shabazhou. If it is not a famous person, it is..." Cessa Neil's heart moved: "Will it be that guy?" He thought of the man with black hair and black pupil who was fighting him that day: "But the guy uses dark magic like me, and the strength of dark magic is not yet Poor. From his age, it is impossible for someone to master the magical power to fight me at the age of twenty, and have such a huge domineering. Not to mention his black hair and Alice’s white hair description and Not the same." He thought for a while: "However, maybe I should go find him."
Out of the bathroom, Cezanneir asked, "Mona, I have asked you to find the way out of the dark man in the past two days. Have you found it?"
"It's in the neighboring village." Monina told him the address and said again; "Yuhuang, are you going to be so late?"
Cezanneir said: "Some facts are better understood early."
"Then I will go with you."
"No need to."
...
Tuk Tuk... Cesanir snapped the door of the hotel room. After a while, the mysterious dark-haired man pulled the door open, and when he saw Césanil, he only said, "Please come in."
Cessani walked into the room with him and saw that he was holding a book in his hand. The table lamp on the resting small round table was also lit. There were other books on the table. A cup of half-drinked coffee, some had not been eaten Dried fruit. The ground is full of dried fruit shells, peanut shells, sunflower seed shells, and pistachio shells.
"Are you reading a book?" Seesanil saw that he did not want to invite himself to sit down, so he found a place to sit.
"Can't you see it?" The dark-haired man stomped on the ground nutshell and made a clicking sound. He sat on Yizi as if no one was beside him, looking quietly at the book.
Cesanil said: "You don't seem to be surprised by my arrival."
The dark-haired man said: "From the time you noticed this dress on me, I knew you would come to me."
Cesanil said: "In fact, you are also very interested in the dark source pheasant on me."
"Oh, it turns out that the one on your body is called the dark source pheasant." The black-haired man said: "Yes, it's a bit of interest, so I'm here waiting for you."
"It seems that I am more anxious." Cesanil looked at him and said suddenly, "Can you take off your clothes?"
The dark-haired man who was originally reading the book was shocked and looked at him, arms around his chest and said: "What do you want to do? I'm not GAY."
"..." Cesanil froze, suddenly speechless. After a few seconds, I quickly said: "You think you misunderstood, I don't mean that."
The dark-haired man sighed with relief and said, "You scared me to death. Suddenly letting me undress, I thought you had any special hobbies."
Césarnier was even more speechless and had to say: "It's my improper use of words, sorry. I want to look at your clothes. You and I know that they belong to the same kind of clothes. I want to see what is different."
"It's not very convenient," said the dark-haired man. "This feather robe is a top-level treasure. I can't believe it in the hands of strangers."
Cesanil looked at each expression of the dark-haired man and immediately said, "It is better to exchange with each other and look at each other's feather robes."
The dark-haired man put down the book in his hand and looked at him for a long time. "Why do you have to look at my clothes? Isn't it the same after reading it? I want to know how your dark source pheasant came from."
"Well... It was given to me by the Eagle Demon Clan." Cesanir said.
"Then mine too." The dark-haired man picked up the book again and looked.
Cesanil said: "You don't believe me."
"Trust is mutual."
There was a long silence in the room. The dark-haired man ate two pistachios, took a sip of coffee, and continued reading.
Cezanneir asked, "You have been reading in your room tonight?"
"Otherwise." The black-haired man didn't even lift his head.
Cesanil walked over, looked at the contents of the book, and asked, "What kind of book are you reading?"
The dark-haired man looked over the cover of the book and said, ""Dark Mastery."
"Oh, this is a theory book on advanced dark magic. Are you a dark magician?"
The dark-haired man looked up at him: "What do you think?"
Césarnier smiled slightly: "It seems that I asked too directly, because the smart people understand not to disclose their strength to others at will, especially for the real masters. , But I can feel that your dark magic is not as good as mine, and it is far away."
The black-haired man also smiled: "I never said I was a master."
Cezanneir said: "A person who reads "Dark Mastery" is generally above the level of a high-level dark magician. There are very few people who go to the level of a magister to see it. But you wear a feather on your body. ·Dark Fai Robe. Dark Fabi Robe, like Dark Source Pheasant Garment, is a holy weapon of the eagle demon clan. It is not possible for a person who is extremely proficient in dark magic and has absolute strength to wear it. So you should be a It’s very powerful, but dark magic is not a major, so you can understand why you can wear a dark magic robe, but you are looking at a dark magic book that is not so deep."
The black-haired man said: "Maybe I just have a casual look."
"Are you looking at it casually?" Cezanneir's eyes narrowed. "Or did you deliberately arrange the room like this, making me think you have been reading here?"
The dark-haired man looked at him again, and the two stared at each other. After a while the dark-haired man said: "What the are you trying to test?"
Cesanil said: "What do you say I want to test you? Silest Bingzhixie!"
...
The power of the Prisoner’s Gate has grown and developed here in the remote border of St. Bikya West. Emperor Podo Cassijer, with his alienated government relationship with King Zalborg, used his own evil forces and the help of government inaction to join forces on both sides, and soon transformed the area where the dead Mafia originally occupied. Own territory. Then he relied on his officers, monopolized the trade routes, and dominated the market, accumulating wealth rapidly with the policies set by Safim. He continued to be in a country within two years.
On the other hand, in order to consolidate the regime, Zalberg also began to pack up some stubborn people who were loyal to Ladart after appeasing the hearts of the people. The first person he wanted to clean up was Grand Duke Monica of the Province of Quec. Monica lives in the province of Quaker, with a deep status, strong foundation, and many supporters, and Governor Merlot and General Mottoso as Olympic aid. However, Zalberg's method was even higher. He first transferred Mutoso away by promotion, and then raised the siblings of the same family as Monica in the province of Quec, and at the same time in Merlo and Monica. Differentiate between them and frequently exchange officials in the province of Quaker to achieve the purpose of aerial Monica power. At this time, he used the secret method to transfer Melo's son to the capital of the capital and take hostage, targeting the Monica only, and sealing the officials of Melo's men to deepen their relationship with the province of Quec. Of differentiation. With so many proactive measures, Monica did not support her, took her son Edda and the ministry Roger and others to escape abroad, and finally turned to the Republic of Somaliland to seek political asylum. (This Edda has the same name as the previous one. There are too many characters, and sometimes I don’t remember.)
Zalberg used less iron-fisted means but more Huairou policies to strongly suppress the loyal supporters of Ladat and to sway officials who were swayed. With Merlo and Monica as a precedent, domestic political turmoil was quickly subsided.
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