Chapter 202 201. The truth of the year
“No need.”
Su Hong did not sit down. He looked around the office and said, "How are things going these days?"
Su Hong didn't sit down, and Yang Minyi didn't dare to sit down either. He pulled out the drawer and handed Su Hong the meeting records of the past few days.
"In the past three days, a total of six undead forces came to talk to me in the name of reminiscing about the past. They are very cautious and are just testing the attitude of the Knights Temple."
"I followed your plan to appease them, saying that the Knights Temple would not sit back and watch the Alliance persecute them."
"However, as the investigation by the alliance intelligence organization tightens, they will soon be unable to sit still. At that time, the Knights Temple will take back some of the power of these undead forces in the name of asylum, which can also be considered as indirectly helping the alliance to control these undead forces. "
Su Hong nodded, "Well, these undead forces control most of the undead power, and there is still value for use. It is not the time to liquidate them at this stage. What is more important now is to find out the mysterious forces behind them."
When it comes to mysterious forces, Yang Minyi said solemnly: "Where did these doomsday believers come from, and they have such huge energy."
"If their plan to infiltrate the undead forces succeeds, I'm afraid the alliance will be destroyed in the civil war before it is overthrown by the doomsday."
Su Hong glanced at him, "These are not simple doomsday believers, they are related to the history of disaster."
Yang Minyi was shocked when he heard this. He wanted to continue asking, but Su Hong changed the subject and said, "Where is the head of Protz's family?"
For the time being, the intelligence of the cult cannot be revealed too much to the alliance, so as not to alert the enemy and cause changes that he cannot handle in reality.
In reality, it is always right to be cautious. The god that the sect believes in is not that simple. With his current power and the information he controls, he cannot uproot the sect.
Not getting any more information from Su Hong, a look of disappointment flashed across Yang Minyi's face, but he quickly returned to normal, and he said seriously: "I arranged for his old man to live in a nursing home, and live and eat with several teachers. Since you are already here, I will invite Senior Li to come out now."
Yang Minyi saluted Su Hong and strode out of the office.
When Su Hong was the only one left in the office, he picked up Yang Minyi's meeting records and glanced at them.
The names of the visiting forces in the meeting records looked familiar to him. As expected, they were all forces that betrayed the alliance and joined the cult in the simulated future.
"Ha...are you guilty of being a thief?"
Because of the cult, he won't take action against these undead forces for the time being, but that doesn't mean he will let them go.
After seeing the luxury and vice of the Elk Mansion as a refuge, he no longer had any sympathy for these guys.
Next, the Alliance and the Knights Temple will cooperate with each other, playing tricks on each other, gradually dividing the power they control, and returning the control of the sanctuary to the Alliance.
"Don't worry, you won't be able to run away after the Order falls."
Su Hong whispered, sat down on the chair and waited.
Ten minutes passed slowly, and there was a knock on the office door. Yang Minyi opened the door and walked in pushing Li Jinjin in a wheelchair.
The old man raised his head blankly, and after seeing the knight in front of him who was wrapped in cold armor, his expression changed. His skinny, skeleton-like face pulled his chin and said:
"Knight Scott, your name has spread throughout the alliance. Old man, I have difficulty moving, please forgive me for being rude."
After saying that, he struggled to get up and wanted to salute Su Hong.
Su Hong sat on the chair, rested his arms on the armrests, crossed his fingers, and said calmly: "Mr. Li, there is no need to salute. I am not a person who likes nonsense. You know why I am here."
Hearing this, Li Jinjin sighed and sat down honestly. Yang Minyi pushed the old man to the desk. He left the office and prepared to close the door.
"Seniors, I'll go guard the door."
The door was closed, the office completely turned into a closed space, and the atmosphere suddenly became darker.
The old man's Adam's apple squirmed, his eyes hesitated for a moment, and he spoke in a vicissitudes of voice, "Sir Scott, I am guilty."
Su Hong hummed and had no reaction.
Li Jinjin glanced at him, lowered his head and said in a low voice: "The family has been colluding with the cult for more than ten years. They have infiltrated the entire Protz family. In fact, I can no longer control the family."
"There's one thing I'm curious about." Su Hong stared at him, "What is the charm of the cult that allows many undead forces to do things for it?"
"Strength and longevity." Li Jinjin answered.
He coughed a few times, used all his strength to fill his lungs, and said: "They found me more than 20 years ago... They wanted to cooperate with the family on the grounds of extending their life span, but I was afraid... Ahem, afraid As doomsday believers, they have not agreed to cooperate.”
"Until... I suffered from a serious illness and had my kidneys and stomach removed. I was lying on the hospital bed and felt that death was getting closer to me every day."
"I thought I had lived long enough to face death calmly, but I overestimated myself after all."
The old man's voice became deeper, "A few days before the premonition of death came, I agreed to their request for cooperation and accepted the potion of disaster."
"What potion?" Su Hong asked.
"They call it Fuling Potion. Ahem...a potion originally used to increase the level of disaster, but it has the ability to replenish the power of disaster and delay death."
Su Hong was stunned. He didn't expect Fuling Potion to have such ability. He seemed to have underestimated the value of this potion.
The old man recalled: "From then on, the cult began to show its true colors."
"They infiltrated into the family, used potions to control all the first-generation undead, and began to teach the younger family members."
"But with the supervision of the alliance, the cult does not dare to be too arrogant. After so many years, it has only developed three followers."
"Now the control of the family is no longer in my hands... If you hadn't shocked the Order, I, this useless old man, might have died in their hands."
After listening to this, Su Hong asked his inner doubts, "They can control you in the shelter, so why would they rather expose you than kill you?"
"Ahem...I am worthless as an old man. What they are afraid of is my grandson Li Jian."
"After the birth of the Fire Bearer, the situation within the family has undergone tremendous changes. I secretly passed on the power to Li Jian, hoping that he would take the helm of the Protz family."
"Maybe they discovered my intention, or..."
His voice paused, and his right hand tremblingly held out a pitch-black blade fragment.
"This fragment was stolen when I was working in an antique store. It is said to be a holy relic left by the legendary Paladin. It may also be the purpose of those believers."
"Soul Song Broken Blade." Su Hong took a deep breath.
(End of chapter)