Chapter 1207 Death of Mafiya
The people left, and only Safim and the prisoner disciples who were scattered throughout the royal capital were left in the dilapidated villa.
"Who could be the killer?" Safim ordered his disciples to find the Tongyi Stone, and he personally drew the space array diagram of Tongyi on the table: "Could it be...could it be possible? Is he someone sent by the king?" This thought came to his mind, and he was startled: "If it is really the king, he knows that Di Kui led people to Xizela, and he should also be empty of people in the royal capital. It should be very clear that it would be a good opportunity to eliminate the influence of the Prisoner's Sect in the capital. Is this really the case? We need to remove this stumbling block after we finish using it?"
< br>No matter what, Safim had to tell Di Kui about the situation as soon as possible. Di Kui asked him to report what happened during the day to his superiors every night, and today was no exception.
On the other side, on the way from the royal capital to Sizera Province, the people led by Dikui Bodokasijie were also resting in the town. He did not lead a large group of people to the west. Instead of rushing to Xizela Province, they dispersed their personnel and concentrated them from all directions towards Xizela Province.
After many days of recuperation and supplementation, Bodokashijie's complexion has improved a lot. Although the root cause of the long-term pain has been eliminated, his weak body cannot be healed in a short time. At this moment, when he saw the information reported by Safim, his slightly pale face became more solemn.
"What's wrong, my king?" In the Prisoner's Gate, except for the most powerful mechanical Muse who can talk to Emperor Kui at will, only Inaniga can say such a frivolous thing. .
"See for yourself." Bodokasijie walked away from the memory stone and presented the text on the table to Inaniga's eyes.
Inanika's slender eyebrows were light: "We have only been away for a few days, and something like this happened in the capital!"
Bodokasijie was very angry and slapped him with a palm. On the mahogany tabletop, the entire table was scattered.
"Dikui, do you think it was really the king who sent someone to do it as Safim said?" Inanija stepped forward and put her hand on Bodokasiji's broad shoulders and asked.
"He has a motive, and there are many coincidences. But..." Bodokasijie was quiet for a while and said: "Even if the king wants to get rid of us as prisoners, there is no reason to attack us at this time. . On the one hand, the empire is fighting external wars, and on the other hand, the remnants of Zalborg have not been eliminated at home, and Radat is one of them. Doing this at this time will only make us hostile in advance. No matter how stupid he is, he will not do such a stupid thing. And since he wants to take action, why not get rid of Safim? What happened today is full of doubts, I am afraid it is not. What Safim saw was so simple.”
Inanika asked: “Dikui wants to rush back to deal with this matter. "
"No need." Bodokashijie said: "We have been away from the capital for several days. It takes a lot of time to go back and forth, and it will not take a while to deal with this matter. It can be solved. Now on Cizela's side, Celeste Shadow has already started his plan. If we are delayed on the road, we may lose it. The opportunity to eliminate Death Mafia. And as long as we can gain a foothold in Xizera, we will have more worries."
"That's right, now we only need to wait for all the top personnel of Death Mafia to arrive. If we gather together in Longdan City, we can annihilate them in one fell swoop. This matter is even more important in comparison.”
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There is a small border town at the border between Sizera Province and foreign countries. The square houses made of yellow adobe, the deserted streets, and the listless trees standing in this city make this city even more... The desolation of the small town.
Originally, this small town called Manla Town was not so desolate. A few years ago, it was prosperous. Passing business travelers used this place as a trading port connecting San Vicoia with the outside world. Caravans with thousands of camels will leave here carrying exquisite goods, silks and advanced handicrafts, and there will be returning teams bringing fruits, gems, spices and other items from abroad into the territory of Saint Vicoia. Yes, this was once a favorite treasure spot for smugglers, but now it has fallen into decline.
Manla's downfall was due to the rise of the Death Mafia. Those Death Mafia, who were more cruel than the bandits in the desert, occupied this rich smuggler's mouth and forcibly collected goods here. Protection fees were more expensive than tariffs, and they used bloody methods to force residents to surrender their property. So Mangla fell into decline and became a desolate, uncared-for wilderness.
Although we haven't reached the Sea of Forgotten yet, we are not far from the border of the world's largest desert. The wind and sand blowing every day and every night have caused the adobe houses here to be severely weathered. Broken walls, collapsed wreckage, and a skinny black wild cat curled up under an old tree, as if it would die at any time due to the harsh environment here.
However, this lifeless town was about to spend this long and boring night as usual, when a rumble of footsteps came from far away from the small town. The powerless wild cat suddenly woke up. It quickly jumped to the wall and squatted down. Soon it saw a large convoy of people pouring into the streets of the small town. "Stop."
The convoy slowly stopped, and people sitting on monsters, camels or carriages got off one after another, unloading the items on the cars, and seemed to plan to spend the night here.
More than two thousand people really planned to spend the night here. Since Death Mafia became rampant, there is no decent place to live nearby. Those who can escape have fled, and those who cannot escape have also escaped. dead.
After the people in the car got off the bus, they began to set up tents on the street. They did not dare to live in the weathered earthen houses that could collapse at any time. There was a place that could shelter from the wind in the gaps in the lanes. That's it.
The tent was set up and barrels of wine were unloaded from the car. After nine hours of traveling, I only ate something casually on the way. Now it was time to take a good rest and have a good meal.
The fire in the camp is swaying, illuminating the thin cat on the wall. The cat was originally very alert, but now it just wants to jump down and steal two fish from the crowd. . By the campfire, most people were satisfied with their meal, but a group of people in the center of the camp looked a little solemn.
“Hillary, don’t be so worried. It’s just that a group of government troops captured our castle on Mount Ilsius. The sacrifices were buried deep in the mountains behind the castle, and they were made with blood. They won't be able to open the golden golden door seal for a while. "The man who spoke was about forty years old, with long silver hair just hanging on his shoulders, silver eyes, and a ten centimeter scar above and below his left eye. He was wearing brown leather armor, with a leather buckle hanging diagonally on his shoulders, and a silver wolf head pendant hanging on his chest. At this time, he was using a stick to stir fire into the fire, and he was wearing leather gloves. There are bright silver steel nails. This person's name is Mafia, and he is the leader of Death Mafia.
The person called Hillary is a man in his thirties, with long black curly hair, a pointed chin, a thin face, and short and thin eyebrows. Wearing dark green scales, dark green trousers, a wide golden belt buckled around his waist, and a pair of tailcoat-like wings tightly tied behind his back.
Hillary always looked a little melancholy, with an aristocratic look in her movements. He wore a pair of white thin silk gloves. After patting the sand and dust on his body, he took off the gloves and threw them away. He put on a pair of clean white gloves to the woman standing next to him and then calmed down. He cleared his voice and spoke in a calm and gentle tone, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him in his spare time: "I'm not in a hurry. No one can use the magic of blood to cast gold." You know better than I do. I’m just worried about whether there are other problems.”
"What's the problem?"
Hillary said: "Those corrupt bureaucrats, who have always been silent about our death, Mafia, suddenly went out of their way and attacked Mount Ilsus?"
Mafia said: "I heard that the political situation in Saint Bikeya has changed recently. The convicted prince was ousted. Perhaps because of this, the local government wanted to show its political achievements to the king, so it took action against us.”
Hillary also felt that this was very possible. , nodded slightly: "However, the relationship between those holy coins buried in the mountain In our future, 9.9 billion holy coins will be minted soon. We must not have problems at this time."
"Don't worry, I have summoned brothers from all over the country and are heading to Cizera. Assembled, the number of people is not less than 50,000, all of whom are capable and capable with the strength of our people. With the strength, even if Sizera's government troops occupy Ilsius Mountain, they can take it back. Besides, even if it is the regular army of the Saint Vicoia Empire, it will not be a problem for me to pick up an army general, plus you. With the six holy priests, those local officers and soldiers are simply vulnerable," Mafia said nonchalantly.
Six holy priests were sitting around them. They were dressed like priests. Three priests in white and three priests in black. Each of them held an exquisite staff, but the white priest held a The black priest holds a round-bottomed staff.
Hillary still seemed very cautious: "Despite this, we'd better solve the problem in another way. Now that the sacrifice is almost completed, at this critical moment, we might as well treat Cizera It would be best for the government to make some concessions and resolve this dispute peacefully without using force. As long as the sacrificial ceremony is completed, we don't need to care about anything else. "
"Well, then I'll listen to you." Mafia was quite disdainful of Hillary's caution. His people had been rampant in Xizela Province for so many years, even defeating the local army. He had passed it several times, so he didn't take it seriously at all, but he still respected Hillary's opinion. Without Hillary, his Death Mafia would not be as strong as it is today.
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(End of this chapter)