Vol 2 Chapter 147: Black hand

Chapter 147 Black Hand
This is the first time that Taylors saw the dark gold crown of the head of Noon, wearing a golden and red clothing with seriousness and atmosphere. With the capital of the majestic king, he walked down the steps in the crowd and went to the proceedings. The central long table of the hall sits on the main seat of the king.
In his eyes, the nearly seventy-year-old man has no darkness and embarrassment when he first met, and replaced him with unprecedented majesty, like a silent and terrible lion in the lion.
I saw Noon Walton VII, whose body was straight and straight, and supported the arm, and both eyes shot into the hall. The four great fathers turned their heads or looked away from the sights of the king without any disguise.
The official Merk stood behind the king and looked serious; dozens of fine white-guard soldiers stood guarding every corner of the chamber, vigilantly pressing the white handle; more than the tales never seen The raw faces, dressed in clothing that belonged to the nobility, stood on both sides of the king in different expressions, and exchanged their eyes without any disguise.
This is the first time that Taylors has completely seen the close minister of King Nunn, belonging to the court of Longyan City.
Compared with the orderly and self-contained Star Court, Exeter's monarchs are filled with fierceness, roughness, and wildness from the bones in terms of position, posture, movement, and expression. It seems casual and rude, making the first time people who see this scene uneasy - it feels like standing in a group of dangerous carnivores ready to sneak out.
Tyres couldn't help but look at Puttila around him, who nodded slightly to him.
"Wait?"
In the Chamber of Deputies, Ronnie of the long hair shared his stunned voice and asked the doubts in his heart: "What do you mean, your majesty?"
No one answered him.
"Hey! Your Majesty," Grandfather Trudeda glanced at a few of the people standing next to King Nunn or his hair, or the close-knit singer, his face pale and pale: "I don't know what you want to do, but, from The Chief Justice, Earl of Brisbane, to the Earl of Siler, who is dealing with foreign affairs, and then... Are you bringing half of the pre-meeting meetings to us?"
"Do you want to discuss with us," he said half-heartedly and blamingly asking: "Why is the wine at the party just so so acidic?"
The prince of Olsiu, who was around him, looked at the king with impoliteness.
Taylors looked at this scene without worry: how do things end?
"It seems that the long-standing tolerance of your Majesty has ruined you all."
"Listen to it, belonging to the Excellency of the Grand Duke of Exeter," said a young man half a hundred years away from the king of Noon. He replied unreservedly and rebuilt the tower: "You swear by the loyal king, the Northland people swear to follow. The Lord is commanding you..."
"Wait!"
Half a hundred old ministers are cold-faced and do not give face to reprimand:
The Grand Duke of Tuludi and the Grand Duke of Olsson suddenly became cold, and Leko was thoughtful.
Only Ronnie's grandfather, sitting on the left side of the long table with the same face - just like the first time he saw Taylor.
"At least, let us know what this crappy trap is for, squat?" A few seconds later, Lecco, who was squatting in the city, sighed and slowly sat down.
"Coming with the stars of the stars, to play the big men," Oleux Duke also sat down in his seat, and then coldly said: "I feel that my dignity has been greatly insulted."
At this time, there was a burst of knocking sound in the hall.
"Hey...oh...hey..."
The four great men turned their heads and looked at the main position at the end of the long table.
There, Nuen VII, who has a serious expression, just clicks and slowly slams the table with his right hand.
"Hey...oh...hey..."
Tyles narrowed his eyes and noticed that King Nunn wore a shape-specific ring on the little finger of his right hand, and a black gemstone inlaid in the center of the silver-white metal ring.
The king was using the jewel and seemed to carelessly hit the table.
"Dignity doesn't give you the power to question the king, Rebion," King Noon said slowly, his eyes fixed on the table, and seemed to be particularly interested in the piece that he was striking: "You have to do There is only one thing, the kids, just like a decade ago,"
"Subject to me."
King Nunn slowly looked up and shot the inexhaustible stern light from his eyes and looked at the Dagong:
"Just a long time ago, your father obeyed my father and later obeyed me..."
"At least then, we are safe and sound."
"do you understand?"
The grandfathers breathed together.
"According to the child," a few seconds later, Leko Dagong sighed. The first one said: "Do you use lies to test our loyalty? And we are far from our own guards and followers, which really makes I am worried about my safety..."
"If I really want your life without reckless consequences, old bald," King Nunn suddenly raised the volume and let Lecco dissipate: "You think that the messy soldiers around you, the one behind you." The axe of the environment can live out of the Palace of the Spirit, even the Dragon City,?"
"This is not your guarding city."
Several Dagong frowned at the same time.
"At least tell us, what are you waiting for?" Ronnie opened his long hair and snorted.
"Granddial lords, His Majesty the King has shown great goodwill, please be careful, but if you know each other's identity and duty..." On the left hand side of King Nunn, another expression is interesting. The vassal, with a smile and deep thoughts, replied: "Find your position and sit down."
No one is talking anymore.
There was silence in the hall for a while, and there was waiting for the purpose.
It takes a few minutes.
At the end of the day, some of the unsatisfied tels turned their eyes and looked around.
He attracted the attention of the big beard.
"After the incident, the kid," Olsei cast his gaze on Tyres, with a fierce expression. For a time, other people’s eyes also cast in: "I want to dig your heart out - as Challenge the price of our dignity."
Ronnie, Lecco, and Tluedida also cast different eyes on him, with vigilance, deep thoughts, and doubts.
Taylor closed his eyes and sighed long.
Damn it.
I thought it would be very simple... to find out the black hand behind the scenes, the King of Nuen waved a hand, and the arrows were all sent out, there were reports of enemies, vengeance, pat on the butt, and left.
But at the moment, at least from the performance of Oller, the side effects and sequelae are very large.
"Save your strength, Lord Dagong," Tyres heard his languidly: "Don't always hang things that you can't do..."
He has no longer wanted to argue anything.
Oller clenched his teeth, but when he wanted to speak, new people were added to the Chamber.
As the cluttered footsteps came, a young brown-haired man, wearing a thick robes embroidered with blood-colored horseshoes, entered the crowded chamber.
In the city of Dagong, the young Kangkee Pfeiffer stood in front of everyone with his entourage.
Taylor took a deep breath and sighed.
at last……
"well!"
Seeing the arrival of Pefitt, Grand Duke Luda’s eyes lit up, and he looked around at the crowd in the hall and smiled.
Only Ronnie’s grandfather frowned, and Leko’s grandfather showed a surprised expression.
"Now we are all together, and the five Grand Dukes who have been invited by you have gathered under the watchful eye of the White Blade Guard." The grandfather of the rebuilt tower raised his eyebrows: "So the question is coming, what are you doing? With a ridiculous crime of plotting people, let us take a pot, or..."
The voice of Tluedida came to an abrupt end.
For the rest of the day, he was cut off in his throat.
Like the button when the button is used, the arrow that breaks the string in an instant.
Reconstructed the tower, Dagong, staring blankly at the Pefitte group.
Their faces were not good, their bodies were wandering, their hands were empty, and a soldier on the side of Peifu Dagong’s side, even under the help of his help, his face paled and his shoulders bleed.
In their body, it was a whole lap of the white-bladed guards, and the blade flashed cold and coldly stared at them.
Nie Lai, the "star of the comet", took a cold chill, and the last one came in and saluted the king.
Tuludad responded.
Peffert and his people, after they disarmed, were escorted by the White Blades.
The grandfather of Pefett stood without expression, his body was still cold, and the snow dripped from his brown hair.
"Is it enough?" The young big man with anger, looked up and looked around at the people in the hall: "A noble grandfather, should not be treated like a criminal in the king's palace and castle!"
"Use force to force me to come to the discussion hall. What do you want to do?"
"This is challenging the ancient traditions of our country that have existed in ancient times, and we are ignoring the vows of Nakaru!"
King Nunn opened his eyes.
The four big men have different expressions.
Taylors raised an eyebrow in an unseen angle:
Tonight, I am finally over.
"This is what you want us to wait for, squat? Use all means to gather all five of us here," said Leko, who looked at the embarrassed Grandpa, and said in a helpless tone: "Now can Tell us, is this all the ins and outs?"
"Is it true, like the little devil said," Olscher said with anger: "We have to wait for Lombard to come together?"
Tluedida smiled low.
Under the eyes of everyone, Exeter's old king paused for three seconds before he slowly opened his mouth.
"Very good," King Nunn handed his hands up, his face serious and his eyes sharp.
But his next sentence made almost everyone look surprised.
"Little tays, my smart guest."
King Noon slowly turned to the side and looked at the star prince standing on the side.
Tyres, who is preparing to watch the show, has a solid look.
what?
Little tays?
Am I familiar with you?
"Come, tell me the loyal Grand Dukes, why are they here."
The voice of King Nunn fell, and the eyes flashed.
"Tell them... the so-called truth."
The eyes of all people, with hesitation, surprise, gloomy and other different emotions, turned to the second prince of the stars at that moment.
Taylors snorted in place.
Damn it.
He reacted very quickly to an ugly smile, raised his hands and spread it to both sides.
"I don't want to get involved in Exeter's infighting, respectful majesty," Teres smiled. "The housekeeping is solved by you. This is..."
But he couldn't finish it.
"You have been involved, Tyres." Nunn's low-pitched voice, accompanied by the profound vision of the king, interrupted him: "You are already in it, unable to extricate yourself, the future king of stars."
"And you promised to do it for me - your promise, isn't it."
Tyres bit his teeth.
Several Dagong looked into his eyes, and doubts slowly turned into dignity.
Tyres swallowed and frowned.
Nunn, this old man.
Is it to show the Dagongs that the heirs of the stars stand with him?
Tyres’s brows are getting tighter and tighter.
King Nunn’s eyes are sharper.
"Go ahead, what are you waiting for, little prince," Olsei continued to look at him wickedly. "After you cheated us with ridiculous words - to be honest, I just thought that Lombard would also Get up."
Taylors ignored him.
Finally, under the whispering reminder of Putile, he reluctantly exhaled.
Ok.
Greeting the eyes of almost everyone in the hall, Taylors stepped forward.
"Sorry, Grand Dukes," said Tyres, with five poor men’s eyes, and daringly said: "Tonight, most of the words I said to you are fake. The only thing is true."
"Prince Morar was assassinated in the stars." Taylors sighed: "One of the black hands behind the scenes is among you."
As soon as the voice fell, the five great men frowned.
The close ministers around the king began to whisper.
The second prince ignored the noise that began to increase in the hall.
"And Nun, let me find out the black hand that cooperated with Lombard to kill Prince Morar." Thales said with no expression.
"Oh, I know..." The bald Lecco sighed: "Invite us to come, not just to deal with this prince."
Grand Dubridda turned his head and shook his head in disapproval: "The black hand conspired with Lombard? Ha, I understand."
"But this is not a bad thing..." Taylor turned to the five grand princes and nodded. "You, almost all of the five grand lords are suspect."
The five grandfathers turned their heads unnaturally, avoiding the double attention of Tyres and Nunn.
"The facts also prove that you really don't feel good," Taylor smirked and continued: "To tell the truth, I really didn't think that the words could lead you all four... I thought at most one Two."
"My loyal Grand Dukes, Exeter's co-governors," King Noon said slowly: "It seems to be ambitious."
There was a whisper in the hall.
Ole Xiu and Lecco's face became awkward, Ronnie was still a cold look, and Tluedida snorted, and the young Pefity was still gloomy.
King Nunn quietly looked at everything in the field and clasped his hands.
"So, it’s almost impossible to find a black hand from these people in accordance with the rules..." Taylors sighed.
"I can only find another way out, give up the suspects, and turn to the truth of the matter, from how the murderer who knows the truth will react, and start." Taylors nodded to Putila and smiled: "Since Can't go backwards, why not move forward?"
"It turned out to be the case," said Ronnie Dagong of Qiyuan City. "All the words you said are fake... There is no secret discussion between Long Yucheng and Shasha, and there is no Walton and Lombard. Cooperation, is it?"
Tyres shook his head: "Of course not, it’s all I’m out of it - my Majesty will not be in alliance with the enemy who killed the blood."
On the rectangular table, King Noon’s eyes flashed in a strange way.
"I understand," said Leko, who was unclear and fluent: "The key is in Lombard, right? Because the so-called black hand of murdering Morar is collaborating with Lombard?"
"Oh," Olsiu snorted: "It's a bad trick - to convince us to convince the black hand, is Lombard and His Majesty working together? Let him think that Lombard will sell the black hand to his majesty?"
"The cover is so straightforward," said Dr. Tluedida, leaning back and laughing. "Is there someone really going to be fooled?"
Tyres stared at them three, gazing back and forth for a few seconds.
Until the second prince smiled.
"No," Tyres said, and he shook his head decisively: "It's not that simple."
"Don't forget, what I told you, those who say 'Lumba is not the murderer, but the Secrets identify him as the murderer' - perhaps the innocent Grand Duke will believe," Taylors continues to be true:
"But only him, only the black hand, will not believe this - as the accomplice of Rumba, only he knows, Rumba is indeed one of the real murderers! Rumba can not elute the suspicion of killing the prince, so It is impossible for Lombard to cooperate with His Majesty, and it is impossible to sell him."
"Only the black hand knows it," Tyres turned around and looked around, inspecting the effect of his speech: "The so-called "the covenant of Walton and Lombard" is simply alarmist, and Lombard is impossible to seek. With the alliance of His Majesty."
"What do you mean by what you said at night?" The bald Lecco’s grandmother squinted: "You said that a lot of squats will abandon hatred and choose interests, but if you can’t let the murderer believe at all, Lombard and His Majesty are Cooperation……"
"I didn't want to convince him of this, I just wanted to tell him," Tyres said faintly: "The next party suspects that Rumba is not the murderer and is trying to contact Rumba."
On the main table of the long table, King Noon showed a faint sneer.
"And, if you pick me up from Nilailai, the liaison between the two sides is likely to have started for a long time."
Oleux Dagong impatiently said: "You just said, Rumba is the murderer, he does not dare and will not cooperate with His Majesty, you can not dig out the name of the black hand from Lombard..."
"I haven't finished yet!"
"Nun's investigation also found a key point," Tyres interrupted him coldly, letting Orle fix it: "The black hand has done another thing!"
"He also participated in the murder of me and murdered the Star Prince!"
The whispering voice in the Chamber suddenly stopped.
"In the game between Broken Dragon Fortress and Rumba, he bought a group called 'Sword of Disaster' and used the Rumba's magical guns to assassinate me, trying to plant it and blame it," Taylors took a deep breath. , one word at a time:
"This is what I want him to know!"
"I want the black hand to know: Your Mauns knows that the black hand that murdered Prince Morar is also the one who planted Rumba!"
Putilai behind the sighs sighed, and the Marquis of Scles around him smiled.
"So, in the final analysis, I told you so much nonsense at night, I just want to tell you two things," Taylor shrugged. "One, his majesty is in contact with Rumba. Second, his Majesty knows that he is murdering Prince Morar." Black hand, but also counts Rumba."
In the eyes of everyone's doubts, Tyres slowly nodded:
"In this case, it is irrelevant whether or not you can cooperate with Lombard. What is important is that when he was in contact with Rumba, in order to confirm the truth about the murder of Morar, would he tell Lumba about this incident?

A few big public suddenly shocked!
They have already understood the cause and effect of the matter.
"And this is possible! After all, according to me, Mr. Nuen has been in contact with Black Sand through Nie Lai a few days ago..."
"The black hand, who has murdered his son and betrayed Rumba. In the face of such a possibility, he must be guilty... He will tell him in order to win the letter to him, but in fact, the people who framed the Rumba are also murdering Mora. Are you?"
"And Rumba, it happens to be the one who knows the truth about the murder of Prince Morar and knows the identity of the black hand!"
"So the key is not in your majesty, but in Lombard," Taylors looked at everyone's reaction and sighed deeply: "If the answer is 'no', then it is his luck, but this kind of luck will continue. Go on? Will the next communication between the two parties mention this?"
"If the answer is 'will', then Grand Duke Charmaine Lombard will know that it was his long-time collaborator who laid a traitor in the army of the black sand collar and framed him under the Broken Dragon Fortress!"
"This is betrayal!"
"At that time, if I was Lombard, the first thing to do was to immediately inform the mafia of the identity of the black hand," said Tyre's eyes with a sure light, and categorically:
"By the hands of the dragon gun family, let this courageous person who dares to betray, betray, and plant him, pay the heaviest price in Longyan City!"
Upon hearing this, King Nunn suddenly fell on his own seat and laughed.
The laughter is getting bigger and bigger.
But in the Chamber, other people did not say a word, just quietly watching the king's smile.
Until Noon King put away his big laughter and turned his eyes to the five grand princes - one of them.
"Go ahead," King Noon's eyes were extremely sharp. He looked at the big man who said nothing, and the old voice was full of murder: "We are all looking forward to him."
Tyres turned his head and nodded to the old king.
He breathed a sigh of relief from his nose and looked up:
"Once this happened, the identity of the black hand and the things that have been done will be invisible in the eyes of Lombard and His Majesty!"
"Once I think of it, his identity and crimes will be revealed to the Grand Master of Lombard at any time, and leaked to Nunn in communication..."
"Once you think of it, every minute he stays in Longyan City, the exposure may be a big point..."
"Once I thought of it, Nunn’s vengeful anger is nowhere to vent..."
Tyres stepped forward and walked to the center of the field. He sighed and looked at the big man who was different. He slowly said:
"How can you sit still, eat well, sleep well? How can you not rush back to your territory as soon as possible, and stick to the high wall, in order to protect yourself?"
The five grand princes look different.
But four of them have turned their attentions to that person, and they have been exceptionally different since the beginning.
"That's it..."
Tyres slowly screamed, and he turned his eyes and looked at the man.
When he first met in the Chamber of Deputies, he was gentle, fair, and enthusiastic, but he did not say a word tonight, and he was silent.
The youngest man, embroidered with a blood shoe pattern on his clothes.
"Your Majesty, I, and Rumba's common opponents: the black hand of the murder of Prince Morar, the assassination of my enemies, the collaborators and traitors of Rumba..." Thales showed a friendly smile.
"Can you tell me why at four o'clock in the morning, the sky is not bright, the banquet is right, the palace and the city gate are all open for the first time, in one I made such a powerful news and proposals, and look forward to When you come to the meeting..."
"You can't keep up with the farewell, you have to rush to leave the Yingling Palace, board the carriage, and head to the city gate, regardless of leaving Longyan City?"
Tyres shook his head and read his name in a complicated mood:
"Respected Grand Master of the City - Lord Conley Pfeiffer?"
At this point, the field is already silent.
Until the brown-haired youth, who was covered in air and snow, and raised her identity, slowly raised her head and looked at the prince of the stars.
His eyes are numb.
(End of this chapter)