Sure enough, the city of Kowi is indeed the most progressive city of our time. The capital's old-fashioned nature completely obscured the technological progress here, and even when the House of Lords did not support it, people's curiosity drove it.

Steam and electricity will eventually replace the Black Tower, but it is not known if they will replace the Panic Ritual.

But in any case, compared to the already mature Black Tower, the city of Kowi is the center of the conflict in the entire Manda country. People flock to this amazing city with believing or skeptical.

"The current city of Kewei is not just a city. The four cities around him are all completely integrated with the elements of the city of Kowe, and although they have their own names, people still call them 'Kowi'. Oleg sat in the carriage and shook with Ian.

Chanai drove the carriage, but the closer you got to the cities around the city of Covey, the more special the means of transportation on the road became. Someone riding a bicycle taller than a person, taller than Ian's carriage, passed by Xia Nai and lifted his hat and said hello.

Not only that, but there was also a steam-powered car that swept past the carriage in a jet-black exhaust, and Ian saw in them the rudiments of modern technology, but it seemed to be a little nondescript.

"Why have I never seen these things in the capital? Ian lowered the curtain.

"The capital does not like change, and even if change happens all the time, the House of Lords cannot change. "Oleg lived for more than a thousand years and has seen everything:" The House of Lords represents Bu Panic, and Bu Panic represents everything. The city of Covey also had to embrace the Cloth Panic Ceremony, because without the Cloth Panic, they would not have been able to build a city so quickly. ”

"And as long as the House of Lords still has the power to deal with the panic, they can completely bring down the city of Covey. Pamulissa interjected: "There are the Fittier family in the House of Lords, there is the Grant family, no matter what the panic, they can win." ”

"Then this time, can they win easily?" Ian was referring to his panic, the amount was huge, and even the House of Lords did not dare to control it easily.

"Still proud. Oleg rolled up the book and tapped Ian on the head.

"But now, it's only about two million panic points, and the House of Lords shouldn't have done anything. Pamulissa asked.

"Not at all, not even the Bloods. Oleg said: "The number is too large, and if it is not operated well, it will go bankrupt." Everyone wants to know if there is a true god behind you, and Ficher wants to know too, but I crippled him. ”

"How do you turn the tables then?" Ian pondered, looking down.

"Tell them that there is God behind you. Oleg said quietly, continuing to look down at the book.

From the north of the capital to the east of the capital, after two days, Ian and the others finally arrived in Kewei City.

This is not really the city of Covey, it is one of the small towns that has been completely assimilated, but it is already very close to the coastal city of Covey, and there is a sea breeze blowing in the air, the wind is beautiful, and the temperature is pleasant.

Ian and the others hid their identities again, and Oleg specially wrote a spirit spell for them for dozens of minutes, not only to cover up their true appearance, but also to cover up the spirit spell reaction on it.

As they entered the city of Covey, they were approached by a steam robot covered in rivets, scanning their entire body with a device in hand. Oleg looked a little nervous, but in the end, he walked into the city without incident.

"If you enter the real City of Covey, I don't guarantee that these spells will still be useful, after all, I haven't learned much. Oleg straightened out his suit, licked his lips, and said: "Kowei City is full of this kind of anti-black tower mage, you said that if I learn this kind of thing, will I be invincible in the world?"

"yes, straight from programming, trust me, soon. ”

"Programming?"

"It's the stuff that automates these things, strings of code...... Forget it, you don't know. Ian pressed his hat and stepped into the territory of Covey City.

Here, it's like a world invaded by metal. The usual tavern signs have been replaced by neon signs, and it is now evening, and the city is already lit up with brilliant neon lights at sunset. Although many of the buildings maintain the style of the capital, without exception, they are equipped with modern technology, otherwise they will not be able to attract customers.

Anyone who comes here for the first time will be attracted by the brilliant light. When they walk into taverns and fashion stores, they are greeted by petite tin robots with smiling faces. The shopkeepers did their best to retain their customers, and the customers were willing to give generously, so at this time of yin and yang, the bustle of Kewei City alone fell with the night.

The tech tree here is estimated to be in the twentieth century, and Ian walked down the street and thought to himself, the sniper rifle he got with an adaptive scope was already a technology that only existed after World War II. And these neon signs, steam, dexterous mechanical arms, are already fifty years after the invention of the light bulb in a certain life.

By the way, the first patent of a certain life was also an automatic voting machine, and Ian looked up at the front of the city hall building, where a huge voting instrument was suspended, on which was the code of each panic ritual and the data updated in real time. I don't know what means they used, people who are far away in the world vote through the same voting instrument, and they can instantly react on it.

"Young Master, is that your panic?" Pamorisa poked her little head out from behind Ian's shoulder.

"Yes, it's the number. Ian muttered, "It's already two million two hundred thousand." ”

Ian's "God's Agent" protocol is at the top, and unlike other small rituals, the stats of this one fluctuate from moment to moment, and the magnitude is not small. This panic and voting equipment have slowly become the most eye-catching scenery on this street, and no matter who passes by, they will always stop and comment on it.

From the Ian family's fortunes to their alliance with the Black Tower, there seems to be nothing they don't know. It's just that Ian listened carefully to a few conversations and found that it was still very different from the history recorded in his own home.

Everything in this world is built on exquisite lies, and people are happy to do it, because it is a lie that has created the current world, no matter how the city of Kewei turns decay into magic, it is just an embellishment in the ritual of panic.

"Alright, get down to business. Oleg didn't know where to buy a blood bag, he was familiar with the black market for the first time in Kewei City, and he was afraid that he didn't smell blood: "Hiccup, whew~ The blood here doesn't fool people." ”

"Do you know where it is?"

"I just went to buy a map. Xia Nai handed over a map from the side, and in this small city, it was easy to see the two core areas on the map.

One was the city hall building in front of them, with a wide plaza attached.

The other is the Kewei Group, located in the east of the city.

Kewei Group cannot represent Kewei City, but when you think of Kewei City, you will naturally think of Kewei Group. It is a company that was born and raised in the city of Kewei, and the existence of this group represents the spirit of the city of Kewei, from the company that sold towels and industrial products at the beginning, to the research institute that researches all kinds of latest technologies.

But Ian wasn't there to pay attention.

He's for the Committee of Nine, which is part of the Covey Group.

"The member of the committee, Holder, the head of the God of War Research Institute of the Kewei Group, is the person responsible for exporting weapons technology to the outside world. Ian stared at the Kowei Group on the map and said, "Oleg, do you know about this so-called committee of nine?"

"To be honest, Xiu Drumman, what I should really worry about is not these nine people on the surface, I don't know any of these nine people, they are all tools used by the Kewei Group to block bullets. Oleg shook his head and said, "Just like the Black Tower has ten pages, the Kowei Group also has nine special people, they are like the shadows behind the 'Committee of Nine', I don't even know if they are masters or thugs, but that's what we have to be careful about." ”

"Why didn't you say this kind of thing earlier. ”

"I'm afraid you won't dare to come if I said it in advance. ”

"Now I want to go back. Ian rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth: "What the hell is this called, you tell me that there is another one thing before it is settled? ”

In the next second, Ian's collar was pulled up by Oleg like a chicken.

"That was originally our goal, don't you think that the so-called 'Committee of Nine' in Kewei City will be assassinated by an ordinary seventh- or eighth-order mage with a spirit body? Oleg put Ian back in his place: "You follow me to investigate, don't act on your own." ”

"Woo woo, Pamelissa save me. ”

"Sister, how can we save him?"

"Listen to Mr. Oleg. Xia Nai's face was expressionless.

The four of them quickly reached an agreement, and Oleg dragged Ian to find a hotel to stay in, and when filling out the accommodation form, he generously wrote Shesky's name. It's just that the profession has changed from a mage to a peasant, and he believes that in the current situation, mages are not popular here.

"Anti-Mage Alliance, with our flyer, you can get a twenty percent discount when you go to the Hilton Tavern. A young boy came over one by one, his freckles on his face like the dense small print on a leaflet, and it was summer, and he looked more in need of a refreshing beer.

Ian took the leaflet and subconsciously removed his hood, the people here are not as depressed as the capital, and they still seem to be a little sincere.

But on the leaflet, there was a strong killing intent.

Expelle the Mage! Expelling the Spell!

The image of a strong man with a single person holding an electromagnetic cannon, sitting in a military helicopter, with a heavy machine gun hanging from his waist and covered in golden brass bullets, is active on paper.

And his opponents are the mages who are drawn like flies and sit on brooms.

"The mage killed Master Holder, it can't be like this anymore, the Black Tower doesn't look down on us in Kowei City at all. The young man looked at them who were about to stay in the hotel, and chattered: "The mages are too free to move, don't you think it's dangerous? If you can't restrict them from using spells, it will be Master Holder who will die this time, then who will die next time?"

"You're right, comrade. Ian broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, but his tone was categorical: "I will definitely go." ”