It was another quiet morning, and there was no noise to be heard from Ian's Mansion except for the occasional sound of horses' hooves outside the door.

"Isha, come here. Ian's voice came from the study.

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

"There's something wrong with today's numbers. Ian attached himself to the table, writing dozens of columns of numbers, all of which were recorded in the daily newspaper as a result of the day's panic.

Ian recorded them very carefully, and this is not counting, there are also a lot of mathematical formulas listed next to them, which are the results of the previous life's bad mathematics.

Isha stood beside him and watched until Ian worked out a final number and drew a curve.

"Today's growth rate is high. ”

"What do you mean, young master?" Isha thought he was talking nonsense.

"Bet on this side of the lie, the growth rate is higher than the previous few days, is there a way to get hourly data?"

Isha shook her head, watched Ian pacing and sighing around the room with his hands behind his back, looking at the time and looking at the calendar, and finally speaking.

"I'm a little worried, Isa, I want to go to the capital. ”

"What's wrong?"

"I think somebody is starting to dominate the game. Ian grabbed his coat, turned and walked out the door. Chana and Pamulisa looked at each other and glanced at Isa, who waved them to prepare the carriage.

It's still the familiar capital, it's still the familiar magic, Ian gets out of the carriage, it's still the lonely alley.

Although Six Pages of Silence had warned them not to use magic in the capital again, Isha thought it didn't matter if they weren't near the House of Lords.

Ian didn't stop, but put on his hood and walked straight to the market. There are quite a few large bazaars in the capital, which are already full of people and traffic at the moment.

Here, too, is the center of the panic vote. In addition to the daily rituals, there is also a place to vote on the unfinished rituals. Even if people have a way to vote at home, they're happy to gather here to get the latest news.

This is Manda, and the expressions on everyone's faces are so informative that they are used to talking in their daily lives, so much so that it is difficult for Ian to capture what he wants.

However, when he walked to his panic polling place, he saw something unusual.

Among the people talking and laughing, there are a few people who look ordinary, but they don't look like civilians. They also looked around or talked.

"Isha, I want to hear what they're saying. Ian found a table and sat down and ordered a casual cup of coffee.

A spiritual spell flashed, and countless voices poured into Ian's ears with the wind, and the sound of rustling seemed to put him in a worm hole.

"Some say Ian IV is lying. ”

"A lot of people think he's lying, there's nothing to say, I'm all pressuring him to lie. ”

"If it's a lie, why didn't the House of Lords directly rule that it was unqualified? If there is no basis for this absurd claim, no one will pressure him to tell the truth, you see, there are now 15w panic pressure on him to tell the truth. ”

"15w, that's too little, it's just a fool like you who contributed to him. You think that the Ian family will not fall, but they have long since fallen, and I heard that Ian III is really dead, otherwise a child would not have been allowed to play. ”

"Hey, why did you think he was lying?"

"You are stupid, if you really have a god, why do you have to prove your agent through the panic ritual? This panic is problematic and full of mistakes. ”

"I heard that Ian IV was looking for his father's trace in the south, and if his father wasn't dead, he would have gone to find it?"

"And, also, I've heard that all the servants in his villa are gone. ”

"Well, this is a scam, and you are still pressuring him to tell the truth? If you want me to say, change it as soon as possible, who knows what the House of Lords is doing?"

Bombarded by another group of people, the man who still felt that Ian IV was telling the truth touched the back of his head and turned around to change his bet.

The same thing happened in various corners of this square, and at this point Ian's brain was running at high speed, trying to catch the trail of public opinion.

But it is not surprising that more and more people in today's Bupanic Square are persuaded by others to turn to the side of lies.

Even, someone has discovered what he discovered.

A few people held banknotes to record the changes in the value of the panic from moment to moment, especially paying attention to Ian's panic, and they must also be able to see that the speed of the lie bet is getting faster.

"Nemesis, go and buy what they have. Ian quickly took out the gold coins from his pocket, thought about it for a moment, and exchanged them for the less valuable copper coins, adding, "By the way, try out the price of those data." ”

Nemesis took enough money to go up and bargain, and as soon as they made contact, the other party showed a fleeting but meaningful smile. He tore off half of the paper he had recorded, took two copper plates, and left satisfied.

"He has backups, and he records multiple of them every time he records. Nemesis slapped a few pieces of paper on the table and said, "According to the ten-minute record, it takes six copper plates for a day's data. ”

"Ten copper plates are a silver coin, ten silver coins are a gold coin, and the decimal currency system is added to the digital currency equivalent to the copper plate, the cloth panic value, it seems that these data are still very cheap now. Ian muttered, opening the paper in his hand, which recorded the voting changes from yesterday to today.

When the diagram is drawn, everything is clear.

Since last night, the panic value of bets on him to lie has started to accelerate. This is a bad sign, because once someone or a group of people are willing to bet tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars, many people will follow suit. They will wonder if someone has gotten inside information and wants to expose Ian IV's lies in one fell swoop.

He doesn't believe this change in wind direction is a coincidence.

But as he pondered, Isa's hand touched Ian's shoulder, and her fingers seemed to tremble.

"Young Master...... I feel like we need ...... Get back. ”

"What's wrong?" Ian had just raised his head from his contemplation, and the next moment, the voices around him seemed to be a little weaker than before.

It was as if there was a cover between heaven and earth, slowly covering their heads. The people in the bazaar were like birds in the jungle, and a gust of wind blew at the edge of the forest, and all the birds and beasts held their breath.

The sound soon faded away.

With a bad feeling in his mind, Ian stood up, his sharp instinct telling him that a team was heading here. Everyone's gaze slowly turned to a certain place, or rather, with Ian as the center, spreading outward in all directions.

The people on the left looked to the left, and the people on the right looked to the right, and they didn't realize that the center of the other party's encirclement was Ian IV.

Passers-by can't see Ian, but others can.

With a huge capital, it's impossible not to find someone stronger than Isa.

Magic, after all, is not a bug in the world, bugs do not pass through the ritual of panic, the House of Lords has countless ways to break Isa's hidden means, it is nothing more than how much it costs.

"Young Master, their goal is our ......" Isa's magic also sensed everything around her.

"In my experience, it is very foolish to try to escape in the capital of a country. Ian stood there and thought for a while, put away everything on the table, stood honestly in place, and said to Isha by the way, "Take the magic away." ”

The sound of horses' hooves became more and more pronounced, and the worn green bricks under their feet began to tremble, and soon, the figures of knights appeared on all sides of the road. They were armed with special spears, some of the knights also held short blades suitable for urban combat, and the horses they sat on were already dressed in battle armor.

This team, unlike the last time they saw the Knights, this is not the style of the honor guard, at least in the capital, it should not be holding such a dangerous weapon.

This is a real army, with a sky-high killing intent.

"Hudrumman Ian IV. A deep voice came from the front of the team on the north side, and the leader was not riding a war horse, but a huge lizard. The beast filled almost the entire street, knocking down many stalls along the way, but no one dared to resist.

As everyone knows, the only people who can carry weapons in the capital are the Grant family.

And the one who is still so enthusiastic with weapons in his hands can only be the leader of the Grant family.

Lucius Durant.

To be honest, riding a lizard was wronged by him, but this was the biggest land creature he had, and after all, he was used to riding a dragon.

"Grant V. Without hesitation, Ian straightened out his cufflinks and bow tie, and stepped forward and bowed slightly. And Lucius did not hinder the identities of the two, but took the initiative to hold Ian's hand and shook it vigorously twice.

Ian felt like his bones were about to break.

But when he looked up, he realized that something was wrong.

The other party's target is not him, it is Isa Sher.

"Don't try to use spells. Lucius let go of his hand and looked at Isa. The latter was obviously a little flustered, helpless, and although his fingertips flashed with the light of magic, he finally gave up his resistance completely under the pressure of Lucius.

Lucius Grant is an existence of the same level on the page of combat power and immortality. Even if he didn't feel any mood swings, just standing here, along with the thousands of knights under him, formed a lot of coercion. Most of the passers-by hid, they didn't even dare to look at it.

"Mistress Grant, you ...... Looking for me?"

Lucius's eyes narrowed, he looked at Isha, then at Ian, and for a while, he took out a scroll-like thing from his armor and unfolded it, "On behalf of the House of Lords and the Supreme Court, I arrest you, the sixth-level mage of the Black Tower, and the daughter of Kurt Sher, the lord of Syracuse in the North, Issa Shel. You are suspected of using high-level magic to kill Mr. Holder, a member of the Nine Executive Committee of the City of Cowee. ”

As soon as these words came out, Ian, Isa, and Nemesis froze on the spot.

"You must be mistaken, Mr. Grant, Isha has been with me all along. ”

"I understand, boy. Lucius replied quickly: "Because she used the seventh-level spirit spell - 'Gemini Constellation', and it was another person that Isa killed in the city of Kowe, how could you know? ”