Ian watched as Isha was taken away by Lucius, who had dispatched the best troops in the capital, of course, just to build momentum for Lucius so that he would not be bloodless.

You must know that Isa's ability is far more than the level of level six, and if she is in a hurry, she dares to smash the world-destroying spirit spell in the capital.

However, as long as Ian was there, she would never dare to do it.

Soon, the bazaar reverted to bustle, but with Ian as the center, without Isha's magic, many people set their sights on Ian.

Ian IV, why are you here at the fair?

The passer-by who bought and sold the data just now even recognized Nemesis, so it was easy to deduce who was buying the data.

The housekeepers who were taken away, the nobles who wandered into the bazaar, people began to point fingers at Ian and whisper. Soon, someone quietly walked to the polling gate and pressed what little panic he had left on the side of the lie.

At this moment, it is as if the Yellow River has burst its banks, flooding and uncontrollable.

More and more people are running to the polls, betting all their money on Ian IV is lying. Combined with this morning's abnormal movements, many people began to believe that someone had known the news in advance, knowing that Lucius was coming to arrest Isser Sher, and then those nobles or rich people had already bet their own money.

Ian remembered his last life, when countless people flocked to the stock exchange to sell their shares.

And that's not all, the people who were over the polls hurriedly spread the word about what was happening here, told their relatives and family, and hurried to use the voting instruments to place bets.

In this panic of the century, someone finally gave him a start and set the tone.

That's the House of Lords.

The House of Lords arrested, the Supreme Court tried it, and a reasonable arrest warrant took Ian IV's right-hand man.

What's more, the man who died in Covey City was a member of the Committee of Nine.

The two things are connected, whether it was Ian or not, or whether Isha did it from Ian, in short, the pot on this nobleman's body is afraid that it will not be able to come down for a while.

"Nemesis, let's go. Ian closed his eyes in pain, then made up his mind. Under his guidance, the powerful demon hugged Ian and soon disappeared into the streets.

"Someone is following us, young master, I'm afraid it's not an ordinary reporter. Nemesis, who was running at high speed, did not dare to return the way he came.

"I'll tell you how to hide. Ian sat on Nemesis' shoulder and began to guide him into the alley.

Remembering the map of the capital is the habit of a qualified soldier, how to hide, how to get rid of tracking, is a science.

Fortunately, in this field, Ian is full of wealth.

Half an hour later, the two quietly returned to the carriage, Nemesis wrapped in a thick hood, and set up the carriage to leave the capital.

But right near the city gates, Ian realizes he's wrong.

He underestimated this massive force.

Usually there don't seem to be many people in the capital, or rather, he hasn't been to many places and doesn't know the depth of the capital.

But now, the entire front and back of the city gate is surrounded by enthusiastic people.

"Go in the opposite direction. Ian said hurriedly.

Nemesis was about to turn around, but suddenly, a shout pointed everyone in the right direction. During this sensitive time, any carriage that wants to get out of town will be targeted. And Ian also forgot one thing, Isha was not around, so there was no one to help him hide his whereabouts, and any passerby would find their traces.

"Ian IV is here!" they recognized Nemesis.

The carriage began to vibrate, and this vibration was even more imposing than the knights just now, like thousands of horses.

Soon, Ian was besieged.

"Mr. Ian IV, is it true that I heard that your butler has been arrested?"

"Are you in the carriage?

"I heard that the high-ranking mage of the Black Tower murdered the members of the Council of Nine in Cove City, does the Black Tower feel that he has been left out in the cold for the past few years?

"Is this a lie of the House of Lords? Mr. Ian IV, please be obliged to give your opinion. If the murderous mage is your butler, are you the one who instigated the murder? Why are you not guilty?"

Ian felt the malice of this world's reporters, and it seems that no matter what the world, there will be no shortage of behaviors that use first-hand information to attract attention. Especially in the country of Manda, lies are everywhere, so first-hand statements are precious. As for how many layers of lies can be put on the back, it depends on the skill of the reporter.

But it's clear that Ian can't leave today without saying a few words.

Nemesis had no choice but to look back into the carriage. If Ian says he's going to fight himself, he'll have to do it.

In the midst of countless noises, the curtain was finally lifted, and Ian IV straightened his clothes and walked out.

The expression on his face is estimated to have been exposed, but Ian can't think so much at this time, and every second that time passes, there are countless people betting on his panic.

If the end result is a lie winning, then Ian will lose outright.

Completely different from what he expected, before he saw the letter, he wished that people would think he was lying, because he was convinced that he was seeing God, and that his panic was real.

"I didn't know about Isha beforehand. Ian began to answer people's questions: "We just came to the capital today to buy something, without prior notice. And I can attest to it, Miss Isha has been with me for the past few days......"

"It is said that she uses the high-level spiritual charm of the Black Tower, the constellation Gemini, and the caster does not need to have any contact with the other party, and only needs to remove the magic afterwards to completely hide the evidence. The reporter of the Capital Daily was simply well-informed: "Do you think she planned to do this a long time ago, and then used your identity as a cover?"

"I don't know what her motives are, you know? Don't guess, you journalists......"

"In recent years, the Black Tower has been very suppressed by the city of Kewei, do you think this is the reason? The Ian family even had a holiday with the city of Kewei, is this action to divert the conflict to the Ian family? If in the end, the House of Lords did not wronged the Ian family, is it not the previous rumors that the House of Lords and the Ian family are not in harmony?"

Oh my God, where is this? In order to discredit him, the reporter of the Capital Daily even praised the House of Lords and cleared them up?

But before he could answer the question, someone else put a more pointed question on the table.

"Mr. Ian IV, now in your panic ritual, the value of the lie on the side of the lie is more than three hundred thousand. He waved his latest voting recorder and shouted, "Do you have any opinion on this, do you think your panic is a lie?"

As soon as the voting results came out, there was an uproar. This morning, the lie: the true proportions are quite evenly matched, all around 150,000. But as the hours passed, I watched the side of the lie continue to rise, nearly doubling the panic value. And judging from the current trend, it is still increasing.

"Do you think you've lost? Mr. Ian IV?"

Wave after wave, people are denouncing Ian IV for wasting national resources to complete this panic, and there are many people who bet on Ian to tell the truth, seeing that their money is going to be wasted, even if they lie to make up for the value of the lie, they can't make up for the loss.

Ian felt a little dazed, the weather in Manda was always gloomy, and the people here were also gloomy, and the sky seemed like it was going to rain, like the day he died in his last life.

"Yes, I'm lying. ”

Just then, Ian muttered something quietly.

But it was this short sentence that was heard by Nemesis next to him, and heard by the nearest few people, like a silver needle, gently pierced into the crowd. And the pain spread to every corner in an instant.

"He said he was lying. ”

"Ian IV said he was lying. ”

The whisper, word of mouth, soon spread to everyone present.

"What are you talking about, young master?" Nemesis had always believed that Ian was telling the truth, and that the kid was not very good at lying.

So is he telling the truth or a lie now?

The unremarkable remark was so valued by Ian IV that the carriage was tightened even tighter, eager to eat Ian IV alive and steal the secret from his mind.

"I said, I'm lying, my panic is a lie. He spoke again, and everyone fell silent: "My panic is a lie, the so-called god does not need an agent, I have figured this clearly, I was just deceived and said that panic." But God is no longer there, or there may be no such thing as God at all. ”

Ian still hasn't learned to lie, and the more stressful the situation, the more he can only tell the truth.

The people recorded every word of him, only to find that the information contained in it was so amazing that they couldn't tell if Ian was telling the truth or nonsense.

At least, they thought he was starting to go crazy.

"I'm not playing anymore,, there's going to be a lot of labor from start to finish. It's a big deal to die again, maybe we'll die again! What God's agent, what thing!! Nemesis, let's go back. The more Ian thought about it, the more angry he became, so much so that he turned around and took the case out of the carriage, jumped directly onto Nemesis' back, and left the capital from both sides of the alley, despite the obstruction of passers-by.

Unexpectedly, seeing that it was the two of them, the soldiers on the city wall did not stop them, and let them leave the capital.

Today, for the capital, is tantamount to the most extraordinary day. The actions of the House of Lords and the interviews of Ian IV before his departure quickly spread to every corner of Manda, but no matter how the news is embellished, the most important core message will always be those big words.

God is no longer there.