Vol 2 Chapter 243: The Prime Minister is on the left and Rumba is on the right!

Chapter 243 is on the left and Lombar is on the right!
Just at this time.
"Of course not!"
The loud voice sounded.
Tyres turned back and turned to Schles with the rest of the car.
I saw the Marquis shook his head seriously and looked at Tyres, decisively saying: "Can't find Brisbane!"
Slyce first coughed to cover up his own gaffe, and then naturally turned his anxiety into full of worry: "Hey, I mean, I don't recommend you do this..."
The Marquis closed his eyes and sighed deeply: "Don't forget, Prince Teres, whether you are not a murderer or not, for the Prime Minister, you are a tricky enemy king."
I saw that Slys shook his head seriously, and he did not hesitate in an unprecedented way: "And Brisbane is just a count under the Grand Duke of the Dragon City. What can he do? Can't let you fly freely, nor can you give it to you." Judgment - of course, you can only detain you, and then wait for the decision of the Grand Duke and the Lord."
"Trust me, this will only make the situation worse."
Nie Lai snorted and interrupted him: "When did you become so enthusiastic?"
Slys smiled kindly.
"This is fulfilling the contract between me and the prince," the Marquis nodded sincerely: "for..."
Putilit frowned and helped him to complete the words: "To avoid the Prime Minister of Brisbane, to save your own life."
Slyley shrugged and smiled: "This is just incidental."
Tyres sighed and turned to Nimule: "You haven't said that Brisbane can be credible."
Nie Lai slightly frowned.
After a second.
"You know, Kaslan was once the left arm of his arm," Taylors predicted. This strong and ruthless warrior, the commander of the White Blade Guard, suddenly looked down and shook his head: " So, I said bad."
Taylors glimpsed.
Just then, the door was suddenly opened.
Rafael Lindbergh from the Kingdom's Secret Division, with a flat face on the moving carriage, has been seated in a carriage of four people more crowded.
"Do you all know the situation? We have to make a decision as soon as possible," the young man of the Secrets looked at Nimule, smiling a little, his tone still relaxed, but the words were chilling: "Your dear Prime Minister, Come over to us."
Everyone in the car moved a little.
Tyres had doubts in his heart: Did the Prime Minister come over personally?
why?
"But this is not the worst part..." Raphael said faintly:
"The worst thing is……"
He pulled another window through a gap and pointed it in one direction.
Taylors got in front of the window.
In the distance, an old aristocrat with a medium-sized, gray-haired family, surrounded by soldiers, walked towards their carriage.
But Taylor's gaze immediately solidified.
I saw another old woman dressed in a red robe, walking in the way of Brisbane.
They talked from time to time and pointed at the two Commas carriages.
Seeing the familiar and unfamiliar red robe, Taylor's heartbeat began to accelerate.
In the carriage, all the people who saw this scene froze.
"Where she is," Putilai sighed long: "The situation is not good."
Brisbane is getting closer and closer to them.
Raphael closed the window with a blank expression.
The atmosphere in the car became very dignified.
"We have to make a decision as soon as possible," Rafael took his head back from the window and raised his eyes and urged him: "It’s less than two hundred meters away from us."
Tyres slammed into the carriage and frowned, trying to control his breathing.
There was some accident in Brisbane, and that person appeared with him... it was only caught off guard.
He has no intelligence or information!
Even... even a little preparation!

Is there any suggestion?
The second prince bit his teeth and snorted and asked,
What is the situation now?

No one answered: Nie Lai squeezed his weapon, and his face was unbelievable. Sly's eyes turned around. If thought, Putile rubbed his own unlit pipe and his lips moved slightly.
"The Prime Minister of Brisbane and the Red Witch are on the left, and the Lombard and the Grand Duke are on the right," Raphael stared at Tells with a blank expression: "We must choose - that is the case."
"Choice?" Tyres swallowed hard and looked at Rafael: "Which identity did the Red Witch appear next to the Prime Minister? The leader of the darkroom and the intelligence chief? Lombard's lobbyist and messenger?"
Raphael smiled slightly: "I don't know."
Tyres frowned and he turned to Sleeth: "Is the Prime Minister of Brisbane bought by the darkroom? Did he betray the King of Nunn? Or was the darkroom temporarily confusing him?"
Slyley showed a sly smile: "I don't know."
Tyres spit out and looked at Nilailai: "What is the relationship between the darkroom and the prime minister? What is the relationship between the Prime Minister of Brisbane and Rumba, and the Grand Duke?"
Nie Lai looked blank and sighed: "I don't know."
"There are still one hundred and fifty meters," Raphael's voice sounded cold. "I will see Brisbane soon."
Tyres has a tight heart.
Damn it.
"She let us go once at the exit of the secret road," Tyres squeezed his fist: "This time... maybe she will let us go?"
Nie Lai’s expression was tight and she closed her eyes weakly:
I don’t know.

hateful!
Tyres pressed his impatience and pouted: "Are you still going to see Brisbane? And the red witch?"
Niely did not speak, but his face became even more terrible.
"What about you?" the comet asked coldly.
Tyres, who shivered a little in irritability and tension, couldn't help but sigh.
calm.
I want to be calm.
"It’s less than a hundred meters, and they seem to speed up in Brisbane,
Rafael reported coldly and coldly:
Don’t forget, we’ll let people outside need time.

The atmosphere is getting tighter.
Tyres clenched his teeth.
"So, what is your suggestion, Puttier?" The prince controlled his own volume and whispered.
Putilai's eyes glanced and glanced in the direction of the Red Witch - although he could not see the outside.
"Let's decide, Your Highness."
"But my suggestion is," said Mr. Deputy, solemnly: "No matter what you do, it is better to be more convinced and less unknown."
Taylors glimpsed.
Confident.
unknown.
At that moment, his breath seemed to stop.
Yes.
He knows more than anyone else, the key to this game, where is it.
Is not it.
He looked at the top of the car motionless.
A second later, Tells closed his eyes and spit out a deep breath.
"I decided." The second prince opened his eyes and faintly.
The Prime Minister is on the left and Rumba is on the right.
More convinced, less unknown.
"As for you, Lord Niely."
Taylor looked at Nilailai calmly: "Are you more afraid of death, or are you more afraid of failure?"
Niely frowned.

Beyond the carriage, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Exeter, the Count of Brisbane, was talking to Mrs. Kashan.
"I understand your concerns, but this is absolutely not allowed!" The Prime Minister frowned, toughly refused the smiling red woman: "The Grand Dukes used their troops to fill the gates? There has never been such a precedent...

But his words were quickly interrupted.
"The Prime Minister!"
In the distance, the Viscount Dresden screamed at him and pointed to one direction: "Carriage!"
The Prime Minister of Brisbane quickly realized what had happened.
It was the two carriages.
The two Commas horses that had just arrived and claimed to visit the Yingling Palace, together with more than a dozen "servants", suddenly turned in the direction.
The prostitute is like a whipless horse, and the fastest rushing through the patrols have not had time to pull up the battle!
They broke out.
Going in the direction of the gate!
The red witch looked at the two carriages and frowned slightly.
The Prime Minister of Brisbane was first stunned and immediately stunned.
Not right.
The subordinates of the Grand Dukes? City gate? Yingling Palace?
He turned his head and looked at the red witch, his heart suspicion.
Not right!
Brisbane has a hunch that the key to everything today is on the carriage!
The next second, Brisbane's face was tight, and he opened his steps and screamed at his highest tempo with his highest volume: "Stop them!"
"Block the two carriages!"
"Everyone, at all costs - stop me from them!"

Above the gate.
I was nervously watching the patrol's Earl Lewan seeing the following changes, a slight glimpse.
In his vision, more than a dozen people guarded the two carriages, and under the pursuit of the patrol behind them, they came to their gates!
What are you doing?
"The Earl," a black-sanded soldier reminded him: "The two carriages seem to be the symbol of Commas's adult..."
"Do you want to pull up the gate and pick it up?"
Earl of the Black Sands, the Earl of Lewan, frowned.
He certainly recognized the symbol of the city of good flow.
but……
Earl Lewan remembered the scene before the Broken Dragon Fortress.
If this is a policy.
It is a means to earn the gates...
Lewan pinched his fist.
In the next second, Count Lewan raised his hand and yelled at the distant bowers: "Phil! Winding!"
"School warning!"
In the distance, the short soldier and shooter Guard Captain Phil heard that his eyes flashed.
"This is coming!"
I saw him slamming a bunch of arrows from the arrow behind him, a piece of grass on the right hand side, then grabbed one of them and put on a big bow.
Phil's arrow is aimed at the little point in the field of vision.
In an instant, Phil’s eyes moved and the bowstrings went off!
"Hey!"
The whistling sound of the arrow broke.
"Boom!"
The arrow was firmly nailed to the ground.
Just in front of the horseshoe of the first carriage.
The horse seemed to be scared and jumped, and it was going to turn in the screams.
However, the latter is obviously highly skilled, and it is hard to use the whip to take the carriage back to its original direction.
The carriage continued to rush toward the gate, and there was no plan to slow down!
Phil frowned: they didn't stop.
That being the case - he grabbed the second arrow.
This time, after Phil finished the bow, he ordered his subordinates coldly:
"The school is finished, everyone, string!"
Behind him, more than a hundred Northland archers from the black sand collar stood in a good position.
They put their arrows on the strings, swayed their chests and stretched their chests, and steadily opened their powerful arms.
The bowstring and the bow and arm are sounded together.
Under the gate, the outline of the two carriages became clearer and clearer.
Phil's face was cold.
"Being ready!"
Everyone tightens his muscles, his face is serious, his bowstrings cling to his cheeks, and he corrects the angle to the target—the carriage and the man who rushed under the gate.
The carriage is getting closer.
Finally, Phil’s face was stunned and released the last roar:
"put!"
In the next second, in the whistling sound of neat and horrible, countless arrows ran under the gate, covering the sky and pouring out.
(End of this chapter)