"I'm sorry, Lord Han Gu is still not here."
Some time later, in the middle of the central street of Tanzania City, Duan Qing, with his hands on his hips, and Xue Ling Huanbing, who was holding a large bag of gold coins, were standing helplessly at a certain vermilion gate, bearing the black-clothed crowd coming from there. Another ruthless rejection from the bodyguard: "Your Excellency is currently attending the dinner of the Lord of Romlia City, so I cannot see you."
"Hey, why does Lord Romlia have so many dinner parties?" Duan Qing pressed his brow: "And the current situation is so bad, that Lord is still in the mood..."
"Since Mr. Han Gu would accept such an invitation, there must be something important that needs to be dealt with." The bodyguard in black focused his emotionless eyes on Duan Qing: "And..."
"I seem to have heard of your name, Linyuan Duanshui." He kept looking around the gray-robed magician: "Weren't you driven away by us? Why do you still have the nerve to come back?"
"I told you that I have a mission for you, sir."
After muttering quietly, Duan Qing put on his usual smiling face again: "Well...can you tell me a little bit about the reason why your Lord Hangu doesn't welcome me?"
"We don't welcome you, what more reason do we need?" After looking at each other with the guard companion beside him, the black-clothed bodyguard rolled his eyes disdainfully: "Leave quickly, otherwise...this time... It’s not as simple as driving you away.”
"Is it because of the order of the changing shadow?"
Before Duan Qing could figure out what he should say next, Xue Ling Huan Bing, who was following him, suddenly asked, "Who is he to you?"
"...You'd better watch your mouth again, adventurers."
His eyes circled around the woman, and a gloomy expression appeared on the face of the black-clothed guard: "Not every question has an answer, and the price you need to pay to get these answers is higher than you think. Much more, if you really don’t know what restraint is..."
"Then I can condescend to teach you."
Amidst the sound of bones cracking, the bodyguard in black slowly hugged his huge fists together. The originally expressionless face also turned into a murderous smile in the hustle and bustle of the street. The momentum exudes a heart-stopping invisible brilliance forward. His body involuntarily took two steps back. Duan Qing, who struggled out of this momentum, then protected the white-haired woman next to him again. He waved his arms but did not make any next move. He raised it high into the night sky as if surrendering: "Ah hahahaha, um... don't be angry, brother, she just asked casually, we don't know the changing shadow at all, and we have never heard of such a name... "
boom!
A loud earthquake sound then appeared in the middle of the Central Street, rising upwards along with the sight of countless earth, rocks and dust rushing into the sky. The guard in black, who seemed to have no patience, then suddenly hit the ground with a sudden blow. The air wave caused by the punch on the ground blew away the figures of Duan Qing and countless players, passers-by and NPCs. Staggering up from the corner of the street filled with smoke and dust, the gray-faced magician then took out a bottle of magic potion shaking gray liquid from his arms, and at the same time pulled up the Snow Spirit Huanbing that he was protecting in his arms. While throwing his body forward with all his strength: "Don't be so impulsive, Sister Lingbing, you know that trouble comes from your mouth?"
"...Is there anything wrong with the question I just asked?"
"Of course it's inappropriate."
In the scene where the smoke on the street became thicker and thicker, two figures tearing through the fog rushed into a dark alley connecting the street: "The IDs between players can only see each other because of the system. Settings, NPCs can’t see these things. If that’s the case, how can you, an adventurer who has never met her before, know her name?”
"But that's not you—"
"I also saw it before I was carried away that night!"
Taking out a bottle of magic healing potion from his arms, Duan Qing interrupted Xue Ling Huan Bing angrily: "Do you think this group of guys who seem to be hostile to us will take the initiative to tell us the name of one of their members? Is that so? I don’t even know the name of the guard who lost his temper just now! The reason why I know the name of Changing Shadow is because I glanced at it before leaving...ahem!"
"You, what's wrong with you?"
"That guy is so powerful."
Duan Qing wiped the few drops of medicine that spilled out of the corner of his mouth after he almost choked. Duan Qing, who checked his physical condition, waved his hand and closed the character interface provided by the system. Then he tried his best to restore his limbs and moved towards Walking deeper into the alley: "I can achieve this with just my boxing style... Should I say that my body is too weak, or should I say that the opponent is too strong?"
"The level of those guards in black is conservatively estimated to be over sixty." Xue Ling Huan Bing squatted down and supported Duan Qing's body with all his strength, and his face became much more serious: "To be able to easily lift such a fist, the strength is at least It’s also past forty o’clock…Are you okay?”
"This is my own self-made special medicine, do you want a bottle too?" Duan Qing threw the unfinished magic healing potion into Xue Ling Huan Bing's arms, and then looked back at the people who had just ran over. Entrance to the alley: "It seems like they won't be chasing after them. After all, they are also responsible for guarding the gate..."
"Then what should we do next?" After taking the unscrewed bottle of magic potion, Xue Ling Huan Bing, whose face was crimson, asked subconsciously: "Shall we go back and explain to that person?"
"No."
Duan Qing, who didn't pay attention to the other party's eyes and ignored the direction he came from, turned to the far side of the alley: "I don't think that person would deceive us under such circumstances, so... that Lord Luxor should really out."
"The lobby of the City Lord's Mansion?" Xue Ling Huanbing, who had reacted, asked with wide eyes: "Shall we go directly to Han Gu himself? But..."
"I know, I know." Duan Qing, who was walking in front, waved his hand and put his left hand on the wall: "I just can't get through the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, don't worry."
"I have seen the City Lord's banquet like this countless times. Even if you don't have any qualifications, there are many ways to come uninvited."
The still panicked crowd kept running along the direction of the central street as Duan Qing gradually left. From time to time, they were interspersed with their exclamations and the defenses of the imperial soldiers who came here. There was a roar from the security guard, and the gray-robed magician appeared from the exit at the other end of the alley, followed by the figure of Snow Spirit Huan Bing, and gradually moved toward the other end of Central Street through the crowd of fleeing people. OK: "For example -"
"We have acquaintances."
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"What just happened?"
"It looks like something happened near your mansion...Lord Kefan. Do you want to go back and take a look?"
"It's probably a few gangsters who want to do some dirty things at night. Don't worry about it. My Lord Kefan's men and those adventurers must have taken care of it. It will definitely be handled better than the city guards who maintain public order." Faster! Hahahahaha!"
"Yes, yes, there is no place safer than your home. If those rats really go to your mansion, they will most likely fall into the trap themselves! Hahahahaha!"
Different from the tranquility during the day, the garden of the City Lord's Mansion at night has been decorated into a luxurious and magnificent environment by guests from all corners of Tanzania. Rows of long tables with various delicacies are also like Like soldiers lining up on both sides of the gate of the city lord's palace, they lined up on the smooth stone paths on both sides of the garden aisle. It seemed that they had drunk too much. The nobles of Tanzania City who had been walking through the open-air banquet area now started to laugh and talk louder. They were sitting neatly on various wine tables. As his spirit became more relaxed and his remarks became more and more unrestrained, his figure extended towards the sky above the banquet hall as the maids brought food and wine to the table: "Speaking of those noble gentlemen who came from the imperial city. Why don't you come? Are you still running around for those imaginary attackers? "
"Shouldn't we be more fortunate to have such a dedicated royal guard here? Lord Romlia was still worried about the defense of Tanzania City, but now he is probably relieved, hahahahaha!"
"Cheers to our great empire! Since the Royal Guards are willing to worry about us, what else do we have to be unhappy about... By the way, Lord Robert, how did you handle the explosions two days ago?"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. If I still can't find out the reason, I will leave this matter to these outsiders to solve. Since they like to meddle so much, then let them take care of it together, hahahahaha! "
The banquet venue, which gradually became noisy, spread around the garden with the laughter of this group of noble gentlemen, forming a sharp contrast with the area near a certain pavilion. Balmos, whose face was full of gloom, Romilia was also sitting at the small banquet table under the pavilion at this time, sitting quietly opposite another middle-aged man wearing a black dress and an aristocratic hat: " ...Hmph, a bunch of idiots who don’t know the heights of heaven and earth.”
"You don't have to blame them. After all, there are very few people who know the current situation."
Slowly putting down the wine glass in his hand, the middle-aged man in black dress laughed in a low voice: "We generally call stupidity caused by little knowledge, but the cause of these situations is not caused by them. What they dominate cannot be entirely blamed on themselves.”
"To be able to injure the elites of my fifty families to that extent...the strength of the Restorationists cannot be underestimated." Gritting his teeth, the Lord of Romlia almost crushed the wine glass in his hand to pieces. : "When I borrowed troops from them before, one by one they boasted about how irresistible our family's strength is..."
"This can also be said to be a good thing, because most of our troops in the Santerius Province are still there." The man in black uniform replied in a low voice: "Of course, it is only for the Santerius Province. , for the Romlia family...this may not be a good thing."
"At least we can't reveal the news at this time. This is really a heavy blow to my family."
After hesitating in his heart for a long time, Bamot Romlia finally lowered his confused gaze: "At least we have to wait until the elders of our family return and use the fame brought by this incident to make up for the losses of my subordinates, otherwise if……"
"With all due respect, Lord Bamot." The middle-aged man on the other side straightened the black top hat on his head: "Without actually seeing that Lord, any human speculation is baseless. , what if the senior in your family has no intention of assisting you, but is preparing to inherit the position of city lord..."
"..."
The sweat drops on his face began to flow down slowly with the appearance of a solemn expression. The Lord of Romlia finally moved his eyes to the middle-aged man opposite the dining table: "Then what do you think we should do, Your Excellency Han Gu?"
"Instead of believing in the imperial nobleman who has never met before, you should believe in the coming prince." The middle-aged man known as Han Gu responded with a smile: "The arrival of the imperial royal guard may have a great impact on your rule." It’s a blow, but it’s also a big opportunity.”
"...I understand." The Lord of Romlia, who calmed himself down and scanned the group of nobles below, nodded slowly: "As long as His Highness the Prince is allowed to take the lead, all the responsibilities will be transferred to him at the same time. The 'blame' is on these nobles... Humph, haha, hahahaha!"
"Report to your lord."
A low report interrupted Lord Romlia's involuntary laughter, and at the same time, an imperial soldier suddenly appeared in front of the banquet: "There are two adventurers who want to see you. , is it convenient for you now?"
"Adventurer?"
He retracted his laughter unnaturally, and Count Romlia cast his doubtful eyes on the imperial soldier: "At this time? Why would any adventurer want to see me? No."
"Actually... he said he came to see Lord Luxor." Instead of retreating, the imperial soldier raised his head and looked at the man in black dress beside him: "I heard that Lord Luxor is here to attend the city master's meeting. It’s a banquet for adults, so I found this place.”
"Want to see Han Gu?"
The doubts in his eyes became more and more serious. Lord Romlia quietly glanced at the middle-aged man across the dining table, and then asked in a low voice rather hesitantly when the other man did not respond at all: "Then... let him in?"
"...It doesn't hurt to meet him, right?"
"Then--
"Good evening, gentlemen."
The sound of rustling footsteps then sounded behind the imperial soldier, and accompanied by the figure of a gray-robed magician and a cloaked woman, they gradually came to the front of the banquet. Duan Qing, who seemed to have been waiting in the darkness for a long time, nervously Then he bent down and performed a standard magician etiquette. At the same time, he looked at each other with confident and calm eyes and the two eyes looking down from the pavilion: "Your Excellency, the City Lord, and..."
"Lord Hank."
