For a while, the crowd in the conference room was furious.

"These poor people are so poor that they have eaten the courage of ambitious leopards?

"Yes, this is poor and crazy? The abacus has hit our 'wine chamber of commerce'? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"Hmph, I think they're too comfortable. If we don't give them some color, we really think the Looney in our pockets is fake. ”

"yes, I don't think everyone has been shipping lately. Prepare the manpower directly, and knock the big ticket with the gang in Zandz City. ”

In the end, this man's words won the hearts of all people.

"Since everybody thinks so, let's take action. McNee didn't look at everyone either, he shook the red wine in his glass, looked at the swaying ripples and said, "Gather the people and go to Zants." This time, we must come back with justice. ”

"Good!" everyone replied in unison.

Originally, these wealthy businessmen came to discuss countermeasures with the old wine barrel, but since they knew the mastermind behind this business interception incident, there were no countermeasures to discuss, so they directly asked the teacher to ask for the guilt.

"Tomorrow, outside the city of Tyrrell, the army will assemble and follow me against the Onesin!" McNee put down the hourglass cup in his hand and stood up abruptly, his round eyes like two vigorous cheetahs, the dark blue leaping figures emphasizing the uncontrollable rage.

Everyone also stood up, their expressions flashing with eager ambition and unquenchable anticipation.

In fact, if you think about it, these wealthy merchants in Tyrell City have been waiting for such an opportunity for so many years.

Or is it an excuse sent by Oonein to send troops.

After everyone left, John Philodí, who had been hidden in the darkness, came out.

Compared with the majestic temperament of his eldest brother Rusti, John appeared thin and pale, but there was a hidden danger in his eyes.

"Father, this shouldn't be that simple, right?" asked John in a whisper.

"How?" the old barrel turned and glanced at John.

"Father, do you understand? In the past few years, he doesn't look like a person who has the courage to do such a thing. John looked at his father and said.

"Who do you think it is?" McNee said, pursing the corners of his lips, "Besides, at the moment, does it matter if he did this?"

"Father, you mean ... When the eldest son, Rusti, heard this, he was a little surprised.

"Sooner or later, we're going to have to do something to those people in Zants. McNee said coldly, "As for whether they did it or not, I can't care so much now." ”

"That being said, if someone else is behind the scenes, we need to be on guard. John reminded, "What if the person behind this is hoping that we will fight with O'Nein and them, so that he can sit and reap the benefits?"

"Who would this man be, then?" McNee asked, squinting at his young son.

"For now, it's possible that the Marquis of Eru, and his cousin, the Duchess of Sloan, could do this. John said.

Rusty looked disdainful and said mockingly: "Marquis Eru is all dry bones in the grave, do you still have the heart to pay attention to him? As for his lewd cousin, she has been focusing on those male pets all day long, and she can stretch her hand so long?"

John bowed his head and did not argue with his eldest brother.

"Your second brother's worries are not unreasonable. McNee said after a moment's thought.

For the Marquis of Eru, the old barrel was always unsure of what medicine he sold in his gourd. As for Sani Fensa, McNee was a little jealous of this famous woman. After all, if you can control the Duchy of Tilaire for so many years, you can't do it without that little way.

Rusty heard that his father had said this, so he did not refute it. As for his heart, he really didn't take Marquis Eru and the others seriously.

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As Riya's party drove back to Zantz from Funkran, they saw the sight of flags waving and chariots and horses flying around Tyrell, and Ria knew that something was wrong—that Alwyn had intervened.

"Teacher, these mercenary groups, big and small, look like they're heading west?" Ji Ao, who was sitting in front of him to catch the car, turned to look at Ria and asked.

"Now, you've already done it?" the old man raised his eyebrows and whispered to Ria beside him with his elbow.

Ria was silent.

In the two days since he had returned from Windland, Ria had already shared the idea of Alven and his thoughts with the old man and Meng Pu, and both of them had the same expressions as their jaws were about to drop to the ground.

Only then did they understand why Ria had rushed to Funkland to launch a "Five Peaks Meeting" this time. Because it's really too big, it's something that destroys the foundation of the world. It's not just about shaking the status of the Holy World.

The old man listened to the ideals described by Ria and did not sleep well for two whole days, and had been pondering all kinds of questions, questions about political structure and legislation. He knew that Ria had brought herself in order to solve these problems.

"I remember! You're Elder Tulang!" Meng Pu, who had been frowning and silent, suddenly slapped his thigh and exclaimed. He was completely unaware of the environment of the accident world, and he didn't care where the group of people in front of him went, he was simply immersed in his mind.

If the old man didn't sleep well in the past two days, Mengpu didn't sleep well either. Of course, what Ria said was shocking, but what really made Meng Pu toss and turn was the identity of the old man. He thought he had seen this man, but he couldn't remember it. It's also strange that Ria deliberately didn't introduce the identity of the old man, which provoked Meng Pu to spend so much thought.

A name that can't be said on the lips always drives people crazy.

Fortunately, Bishop Meng Pu remembered before he went crazy.

"The Exhortations of the Universal Venerable were revised under your guidance, right?" Meng Pu stared at the old man and asked, then took a long breath, "I finally remembered, finally remembered... ”

If Alwyn knew that the book he had read had been revised decades ago after a massive revision, and that the original was even more bizarre and terrifying, he would have admired the old man named Turang. Although he also has a lot of complaints about the current version.

"I remember... You... It turns out that he is also an elder. How... Meng Pu looked at the old man and said curiously, "Where have you been all these years?"

"He's gone to write sour poems for others. Ria had a mocking taunt on her lips.

"Ouch, what elders don't elder, I have quit a long time ago, how many years have passed, Chen Sesame is rotten grain, why mention it. "The old man doesn't have a good airway.

Obviously, the old man did not want to talk more about why he had resigned from his position as an ecumenical elder.

Meng Pu naturally didn't want to ask more, so he had to nod.

Ji Ao, who was originally driving the car, heard that the old man behind him was the chief editor of the revised edition of "The Commandments of Universal Venerable", and wanted to talk to him about various allusions in the book, but when he saw the old man's face, he didn't open his mouth.

"Yes, so many mercenary groups of all sizes, in a hurry, where are they going?" Meng Pu only then turned his attention to the smokey carriage and horses in front of him, "This is going to war?"

Obviously, Meng Pu's last sentence was very stupid.

"Don't worry, since he is a seven-trick character, he must have calculated it and will not act rashly. The old man Turang smiled and comforted the uneasy Rialai, and the smile was full of mockery. Whether he was teasing Ria for not being calm enough, or mocking him for not being able to hold Elwin, it is unknown.

"So what you just meant ... This was all planned by that Mr. Alwin?" Meng Pu said in surprise as he looked at Turan. Only then did he realize what Turang meant by what he had said earlier.

"I hope so. Ria said lightly.

"Do you believe it or not, whether your trip to Funkran goes well or not, he'll make a move?" asked Turang with a smile as he looked at Ria.

"Why do you know him so well?" asked Ria with Turang in her eyes.

"He doesn't care about the lives of the people in the world, so what does he have to use us?" said Turang, sneering, "Besides, you are in a hurry, don't you just hope that we can be used by him?"

"It is he who asks for us. Ria replied coldly.

"Huh. Turan snorted disdainfully, as if to say, "Don't play pretend with me." ”

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Because of the guilt of the rich men of Tyrell, the mercenary regiments marched fast enough that Riya's carriage could not catch up.

Originally, this carriage was running around for days, and it was almost on the verge of falling apart, and now it was pulling a cart of Linlang family goods, if Ria ordered to follow the mercenary group in front of them, then they might have to face the "legs" and go back to Zantz City.

As the two wagons were gradually thrown away by the large army in front of them, a small group of men and horses quietly came up from the rear.

The four people in this car were all powerless clergy, namely retired elders, current elders, bishops, and missionaries, and none of them could fight.

So they could only watch as the horse team of more than a dozen people gathered around.

Ji Ao drove the car intently, wanting to see if he could find a chance to break through. Of course, this is wishful thinking. This clumsy horse, this full carriage, every point underscores how unrealistic his ideas are. If he really whipped down with a ruthless heart, it is estimated that he would be able to see Ria, Turang and others scattered on the ground behind him.

Meng Pu is a little bolder. I saw him holding a silver javelin, standing on his legs in the carriage, protecting the two old men behind him, and glaring angrily at the group of horse bandits around him.

In fact, at this time, Meng Pu's heart trembled, he probably didn't expect that this thing in his hand would come in handy so quickly. God is pitiful, this javelin is only used for decoration by him, and at most he has used it to bluff people in front of the descendants of the universal religion. Now if he wants to play with the enemy with a gun, he is already lucky not to stab himself.

Just when Meng Pu was thinking about what kind of opening statement to use at this time, the horse bandit on the unicorn, with a vigorous posture, jumped up with one hand, and stood in front of Meng Pu in the blink of an eye.

"You... I... Meng Pu was so frightened that his tongue was big.

Or the two old men behind him should be calmer. Turang sat down Mongpura, whose legs were trembling, and he and Ria both wanted to hear what the visitor had to say.