Chapter 513: Illusionist

When I went out early in the morning and encountered the ‘nail door sign’, I could n’t really give Powell any good mood. He can imagine his next situation will become more and more difficult.
In the past, civilians who had no sense of existence were organized as if an airtight net enveloped the city.
In the past, how could nobles deserve the mediocre civilians in the city? The seemingly inadvertent move gave Powell a great sense of oppression.
Get out of Dongsi Street and turn west. There is a street over there that specializes in slaughtering and leather business. On weekdays, sewage flows and smells bad.
Powell was going to meet some companions on that street and discuss the next response. But he went to the Slaughter Street and found that it was being demolished.
All slaughtering and leather businesses must be moved to the quayside, so as to avoid polluting the city's water sources. All the original houses will be demolished and rebuilt.
"Damn Victor Hugo likes to demolish houses everywhere to build houses. Why is he so passionate about this kind of thing? I didn't see that nobleman like him, like to spend money everywhere."
Powell was extremely annoyed. It was really unexpected that the street was demolished simply and rudely. The old spy encountered new problems. How did he get in touch with his companions who had sneaked into the cold wind city?
In the past, it was always possible for the contact person to be late and leave early, unable to communicate, and anxious. I never thought that the contact point would disappear.
A blockade line was pulled up outside Slaughter Street, and more than 100 residents were moving. The old houses have already been demolished, and a large number of snakes and rats have been exposed. They have to escape from their hiding places.
The scene is quite Coke ...
A litter of rats had nowhere to escape, and they ran back and forth under a few coolies. One of them was shot dead with a shovel, causing a burst of laughter.
Powell felt a shovel, and his heart jumped.
No, no, it must not end like this.
Turning around, Powell wandered around Slaughter Street. He hopes to meet his companions who come in contact and discuss whether to quickly withdraw or find another place to hide.
Only two laps, the companion did not see, but saw several two-wheeled carriages coming in from outside the city. This is obviously not the car of the 'rich and powerful leader', but the person escorted is the leader of the 'evil dog' Adrian.
When Powell saw it from afar, he immediately bowed his head to avoid it and hid in the alley on the street.
The two-wheeled carriage is like a horse-drawn scooter, extremely simple. There was no cover on the empty board, and several bodies were stacked on top.
Behind the carriage, he held several messy prisoners with ropes. From the appearance, it is definitely a bandit who has been in the wild all the year round.
Oops!
This is wrong.
The street saw an increase in lively people, and Powell hid at the entrance of the alley and glanced at the carriage. The onlookers were also in an uproar. Because the car body was broken, but its face was clear.
"Oh my god! It's the old knight master."
"I know the corpse with scars on my face. I have served him."
"Look at that blood-stained armor. The coat of arms above is from Lord Exxon. I swear I was right, I wiped that armor."
The sound of discussion is getting louder and louder, and the influence is getting bigger and bigger. Many people followed the carriage and chased along the way.
The inspectorate sent someone to take over and incidentally held a public sentence in the city. Several dead noble corpses were hoisted to show the public, and the captured robbers decapitated.
Hanging the nobleman was enough shock, hanging the nobleman's body was a naked shame.
This is an excellent demonstration of strength. Even the dignitaries who had been arguing in the Winter Hall all put down their disputes and ran to see the excitement.
Seeing the tragic phenomenon of ‘hanging corpse’ in person, and the armor that was discarded by Exxon, the entire Coldwind City was shocked. This is the first time Victor Hugo has shown his influence to the outside world.
If you don't make a shot, you can take it as soon as possible.
Judging from the results, the number of long-legged knights this time is not large. Before the Arad family took the lead in the rebellion, the aristocratic master who killed him had a plan.
But now the Cold Wind City is in chaos and the hearts are floating.
At this time Victor Hugo slaughtered a few long-legged knights without hesitation, and publicly showed his position. This is a strong position-this is an iron heart to fight with the long-legged family, endless.
The public trial was held in the square below the Wizard's Tower, and the inspectorate sent someone to announce the entire incident. From the attack of the transportation convoy to the attack of the law enforcement hunter team, and then to the late night attack and victory.
Powell was hiding in the corner of the square and watching the trial, his heart trembling. He still remembered that he heard the matter only three or four days ago. But now the long-legged gangsters were agitated together.
"That group of 'evil dogs' started really fast. The day after Lord Exxon robbed the convoy, they chased them out of the city. To have such a result, they must be caught up and attacked immediately within 12 hours . "
Decisive and fierce, it is difficult to think about it.
Even from a hostile point of view, Powell felt that the speed of this action was really alarming. He couldn't help making him more worried about his condition.
Do you want to continue to contact the city's elite to do what you should do?
Too dangerous, too dangerous!
Powell turned around and was about to leave, but he saw the wizard wearing a robe across from him smiling at him. When the two met, they opened their eyes and crossed a few streets before meeting again.
"Powell, you seem a little uneasy." In a street alley, the wizard who met met a hole in a wall.
Powell looked back several times and confirmed that no one was following before entering the cave. This is an illusion space, with an enclosed wall on the outside and a comfortable arcane cabin on the inside.
"Johnson, you're crazy. In public, you are not afraid to be targeted by those 'evil dogs'?" Powell glanced at the illusion hut and knew that the sorcerer's coveted enjoyment was beyond the rule of law.
The owl's favorite pet was the bird stand in the house the night before. The flat-haired beast shook his head and stared at Powell, and said a few words: "Poor ghost, we meet again."
Powell glanced sideways, furious, and wished he could swallow the bird alive.
The illusionist sat down on a cushion and hummed a few times. "I'm good at hiding and disguising. Different people see my different appearance.
You don't have to worry too much, nobody notices me. This is the magical use of arcane. "
There was a hidden servant in the house, bringing Powell a drink. After he took it, he didn't plan to drink it. He asked the illusionist: "Johnson, what are you doing with me?"
"I seriously considered your suggestion the other day."
Ok.....?
"I decided to accept it."
What did I suggest a few days ago?
The illusionist wizard took a glass of juice and sipped it.
Powell was thinking: "I didn't recommend anything a few days ago. Wait, wouldn't it be the kidnapping of important people in Cold Wind City?
This is not my suggestion. At the time, I was just irritable about writing letters, and casually mentioned several target candidates. I don't participate in this kind of thing. "
The spy agent felt like he was in trouble.
really......
The illusionist continued: "Powell, since it is your opinion, join the action."
Lying trough, now the cold wind city is the Tiger Cave of Longtan, actually want to pull me to tie the ticket? Didn't you see the bodies that were shipped back today? Do you still have the courage to start?
Powell felt that the illusionist's brain was really a problem, and he would not judge the situation at all.
But the other party made a point, "Today's public trial severely hits the image of the family, which will inevitably change the situation.
If we do not do it, all forces in the cold wind city will be integrated by Victor Hugo. We have no time to delay, we must act. "
Speaking of which, the Illusionist paused for half a second, staring at Powell and asked, "Hello, who are you loyal to now?"
This is a good question.
Powell's heart tightened and he felt that he was too careless and should not follow into the other party's secret nest at all. But the status quo does not allow him to think more, and can only ask: "Who do you choose to target?"