"Wait!" Derrida shouted, his eyes even more horrified than Anhal's. "Sylvanus, my lord! Please don't do this. Please, if you kill him we will all die!" he begged. "You can make peace with the Tower of Sky, and San Carlos is yours..."
"I remember you were not afraid of death, uncle."
"I am indeed sorry for you, Silvanus, but your father and the others have done nothing to wrong you. If you kill Anhar Edin, the entire Serif family will be destroyed because of you. The tower will hold Serif accountable. The responsibility of the Leaf family! I thought you wouldn’t be so crazy.”
He almost didn't remember that the tower had such a requirement for the local nobles. San Carlos is a city co-governed by officials from the Department of Affairs and local nobles. The tower established a model of an island and a city, providing supplies and transportation for mortals to develop on their own, and these mortals came from a country on the mainland that disappeared in the flames of war. Chloe reached out to them. The first immigrants could not adapt to the environment thousands of miles high and gradually changed their way of living. When this change finally touched the system, the rulers of the old era asked their savior for the authority of freedom... and were also granted permission. The Tower's only requirement is loyalty. When the nobles among the Motog remnants swore allegiance and accepted the officials of the Ministry of Affairs as leaders, they became San Carlos people.
It can be seen that the loyalty of the gentlemen is not worth a penny. "I have given up my family name...and there will be a new one in the future." The leader nonchalantly directed the puppet to gag him. These small things are not worth taking to heart, but creating a new surname should indeed be put on the agenda. He must have something to reward his subordinates. Materials alone are not enough. Many adventurers advocate honor. Even Tobais and Ivan, the demon leader who can travel through space, are keen on this. I really don’t know what the demons want from honor, maybe they just find it new.
"Justice has won. This is a matter of course." He pinched Anhar Edin's throat with one hand. "Now it's time to enjoy the sweetness of the fruit, everyone." He had wanted to do this for a long time. "Start with Tobais. Your name will be Tobaistratu. Now, I appoint you as the Sheriff of San Carlos. Ivan..."
"grown ups."
A voice stopped him. Silvanus turned his head in surprise and saw a familiar person emerging from behind the curtain. "Ka'ampang?" This is almost impossible. Mortals cannot avoid mysterious detection...unless they can use mysterious items. "When and where were you?" he blurted.
Kaampang smiled weakly. "I am always here, sir. I am your first minister, protecting your life and will. I come with you." His words were so horrifying that the leader himself did not notice that there was a mortal mixed in with the puppet.
Derrida twisted his body and moved back, "You grabbed me." He realized something, "Who do you think you are?"
"There's something wrong with him." Tobais warned in a low voice. This time he didn't seem to be targeting anyone.
Of course something is wrong. Sylvanus believed he understood what was happening to Caampon better than anyone else, but now he wasn't so sure. "What do you want to do?"
"Let you fulfill your promise, my lord... I have nothing else to ask for." Kaampang slowly approached the dining table. "I am your first minister."
The magic power of black magic did not hit Anhar, but flew towards him like an arrow. A black line sank into Ka'ampang's forehead, and there was silence. After getting no response, Sylvanus asked, "What do you want? Fire?"
"Maybe it's the brain." Kaan Pang said every word.
"You have found it yourself." He was thinking about how the other party was resurrected. Witchcraft is unlikely, could it be a necromancer? The power of order cannot do such a thing... There is only one answer. "Forget it, I know you are here to blame me. In the process of obtaining justice, I did do some less honorable things... but letting my reputation be damaged is my sacrifice. Just like you did for the Holy Card Everything Los did was worth it,” he said, turning his gaze to Ivan.
"Of course I can understand, sir." Ka'ampang moved forward, and when he came to Ivan's side, he suddenly lowered his head and stopped moving.
"Then you will be my Outer City Steward, Ca'ampang. You will handle affairs outside the red walls of San Carlos, along with Ivan Adeon." I wasn't insulting him. Silvanus stared at the demon leader's every move, "The outer city is very big, and you also need help. And Ivan, you don't have a more important task before you deal with the messenger from the tower." Among Knox, most of them Only the power of the devil can bring him back to life. As for the possibility of the White Envoy letting Ka'ampang leave...it's impossible. He hoped that Ivan's stupid temptation would end here.
"My brothers suffered many casualties," Ivan said.
"If you don't go, the team will suffer more losses. The city gates and shuttle stations need to be protected, and the remnants of the fleeing wall have not yet been cleared away... But these tasks must be left to Nightingale and the newly added guards. Your guy is Are you better at catching mice or guarding city walls?"
He failed to get a response, and the repression of resistance appeared for the first time in this righteous team. Snowflakes fell like ashes of fog and poured into the palace hall from the open skylight. Sylvanus heard the sound of the golden saucer falling from the long table, the spire of the watchtower outside the window was burning with flames, and a sharp horn sounded from the harbor.
Ka'ampang suddenly said: "But if you don't kill Anhar, sir, war will come without negotiation."
"No one consults with the devil," he reminded, "except me."
"When all the demons suffer casualties in the war, will you have something to talk about?" Ka'ampang's sharp tone made the demon look at him with suspicion. Ivan raised his head, as if waiting for the leader's answer.
Sylvanus met his eyes and found a flicker of flinch in them. "I gave you respect and an honorary last name."
"But you want my brother's life," Ivan said. "My friend died in the battle against the wall, sir, just now."
"I told you before, status is won with fists and strength, and there is no way to fight without bloodshed."
“They’re the only ones bleeding,” Kaampang fanned. “And too much.”
If he thought he was talking through another throat, I wouldn't think it was a face-to-face questioning? "Everyone pays the price that justice requires, and I am no exception. Although I believe that people are no different, our foundations are ultimately different. I have always trusted the association that fought for San Carlos, but not Everyone can suspend their doubts. Merit and dedication are the only ways to offset doubts." Sylvanus turned his head, hoping that Tobais would say something in agreement, but the cunning thief said nothing. To be honest, he began to miss the slow Rasputin. "Just like you, Ka'ampang, I know that every time you see Ivan at a meeting, it makes you very uneasy. Now that you have finally overcome your psychological barriers, maybe you can find a demon woman as your wife." If he is still alive if.
Ivan looked at him disappointedly. "You said we had the same soul," he whispered. "I believed it."
Not good. "It's just real."
City Lord Anhar, who had escaped unharmed, snorted. "Everyone within the Red Wall knows that it is better to believe in Sylvanus's promise than to believe in a bitch's kiss." Although his voice was small, it was enough to attract the mysterious man's attention. Derrida's face turned pale. The former chief of security moved away and signaled his boss to shut up with his eyes.
The leader ignored him, "You are gathered under my banner because of justice and equality. Everyone, those who are treacherous will be cursed and corrupted forever." Originally, the battle was settled, and the subsequent troubles were not taken seriously by him at all. Sylvanus didn't know what the situation was like with Ms. Lametta. I'm afraid that only when the White Envoy appears can these people honestly unite. "The pressure on the tower will come soon, and San Carlos needs your strength..."
"If I want justice, I can go to Lucia's priest." Ivan interrupted him. The demon leader drew his sword and his figure flickered to the end of the dining table farthest from the main seat. "Although his justice is to send us to the stake, it is better than to gratefully die in vain for a lie."
Silvanus's face darkened, "You can't represent your brother." The matter had come to this, and he had no choice but to stop the loss in time. He made up his mind, "My San Carlos only accepts poor people before they fall into demons, not those who are irredeemably evil. Tobais, your job also includes supervising officials. Now, fulfill your duties .”
The shiny-looking thief leader whistled and jumped onto the table. He turned the two daggers and struck Kaampang instead. "Yes! Lord City Lord."
Even his opponents were more loyal than him in life, and Silvanus didn't know how to describe Tobais' actions. He had to deal with Ivan himself. The leader has long understood the devil's abilities, and he is no stranger to Ivan's magic. This demon also followed the path of an assassin, and it was very difficult to dodge in short distances. Fortunately, the mysterious realm of Silvanus is there. Relying on black magic and mystery, it is not difficult to locate the enemy's attack.
"Your greed will destroy you, Adeon." He warned as he held the dagger slashed from behind.
"I'm used to being scolded like this when I pray for something other than survival, my lord. I won't let you waste the lives of my brothers wantonly." Ivan kept blinking to avoid the chasing black thread. . "Call me Ivan, Silvanus. I don't like the name Adeon, and I will not be your slave."
A short-sighted low-class person, the leader is too lazy to talk to him. At this time, a scream came from the dining table. The battle between Tobais and Kaampang was not over yet, and he felt that he should scream.
However, looking back, Sylvanus saw the thief lying on his back between the candle and the plate, blood dripping down the table.
Tobais' opponent stood on a chair. He was unarmed, with a breastplate worn under his shirt, and he was spitting out cold sword light at this moment.
