"Misunderstanding!" the man shouted urgently.

"Jacques, you are familiar with me, how could I sneak attack you, I was originally going to guard the rift, something came out of it, I was naturally worried that it would be someone from the Mithril Society, it's normal to strike first, it's all a misunderstanding!"

Jacques didn't need Fat Orange's help, with a wave of his hand, he used his mental power to take pictures of all the metal fragments, floating a bunch of large and small fragments in front of him, and then despite François's words of begging for mercy, he actually began to volley together these metal fragments in the air.

It turned out that when Fat Tangerine passed through the rift, a beam of source energy attack was shot head-on, although it could not cause damage to Fat Tangerine, but it was comparable to a blow from the grandmaster.

Fat Orange naturally fought back, but he also showed mercy, and the attacks that rebounded back all fell on the source of the attack, a magical item held by François.

The thing exploded after a single blow, knocking François into the bottom of the funnel vortex, where the powerful suction pinned him to the bottom, unable to move, only to be cut through numerous holes in his body by the fragments of the magical item.

That's what Sandra saw.

François begged for mercy for a while, and finally found that there was one more person coming out of the rift, and immediately his face changed greatly, and he said: "Jacques, Jacques, behind you, the people of the Mithril Society...... It turns out that you know each other, and you have colluded together......"

"Don't ......," Jacques said as he assembled the pieces, "don't say that, whoever colludes with whom must say that it must be!"

"Mademoiselle Sandra, this is Monsieur François, perhaps his title is more familiar to you, His Royal Highness the Dauphin of the Western Sahara Empire. ”

"Jacques, you ......," François furious.

"Wow!" exclaimed, Sandra hid her face when she learned of the other party's identity.

Jacques was still fiddling with the pieces, and even the other three girls were attracted to join him in splicing the pieces.

"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, this person is not the person you are waiting for, can I guess? 24 years ago, did your father wait for the agreed person? Maybe 50 years ago, your grandfather met that person, and the descendants of Xisara and the heirs of Tieo Shima made a new agreement here, and they will continue to live together for 25 years, am I right?"

"You...... How do you know!" François was furious.

Sandra was dazed.

Jacques fiddled with a heavily deformed fragment and tried to restore it to its original shape, "Oh, by the way, it's actually only a branch of the Mithril Society that colludes with you, so if the code is wrong, you'll still bombard the visitor, because you can't figure out if the person is carrying a space folding device, right?"

I guess the secret of the space folding device is only known to those who collude with the royal family of Cesara, but you don't dare to bet on it. The reason why the royal family can still exist safely is to guard this place, and you can't make mistakes.

Wait, I guessed wrong, your father may have seen someone from the Mithril Society, let me think, who died in that trial? Sandrola, do you remember?"

Sandra replied, "I'm not familiar with the affairs of the Guild, you know, a lot of my energy is focused on the affairs of the Silver Dragon Kingdom, if they weren't too wasteful......"

Jacques said: "I remember, the one who died was the one who entered here in place of Comey, a disciple of the Great Elder's lineage, and Comey was injured by my father. Let me guess, there are three possibilities.

First, the man died elsewhere in the trial space.

Second, that person may not know about the deal between you, so since he is here, he will not be able to make a new covenant, and he will have to die. Ground floor

The last possibility, he came with the task of forming an alliance, but he didn't expect the other party to want black and black, he died, but the other party didn't want the space folding device.

But the best thing about this is that it's a closed environment, no one knows what's going on, and no one knows if the people on the mission have come here, so the huge uncertainty has allowed you to break the rules with impunity after you have mastered some kind of overwhelming power!

Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely!

Fat orange, I remember correctly, right?"

In the horrified eyes of François and Sandrola, Fat Orange spoke.

"That's right, it's just not appropriate here. You should say that power and desire come from violence, and after violence expands, power and desire also expand, and neither morality nor contract can limit them.

If the emperor guessed correctly, everyone who became the president of the Mithril Society could only leave after some negotiations with the representatives of the royal family of Western Sahara here.

It's just that in the past hundred years, after the royal family of Western Sahara obtained a certain magical item that could allow the Shaper to burst the attack power of the grandmaster, the balance began to tilt. The royal family wants to solve the problem once and for all.

There is no need to continue the negotiations, you just need to kill the representatives of the Mithril Society who came here, but maybe your thoughts were guessed by the Mithril Society, or maybe the inheritance of the Space Folding Device in the Mithril Society has long been broken, so you have intercepted and killed several representatives of the Mithril Society, and none of them have reached the Space Folding Device. ”

Jaco added, "François, if you get the space folder, will you destroy it directly, so that it will not be taken out and discovered by Shaw." ”

François nodded weakly and said, "You guessed everything, but I didn't expect it." You can guess so much with this information. ”

"Because I almost came here as a representative of the Mithril Society. Are you right, Miss Sandra, who will emerge victorious if I were to participate in the Grand Contest?" Jacques asked.

Sandra replied, "It's you, and we can't beat you." ”

Jacques shrugged, "You see, even I, the would-be winner, and she, the winner, don't know about the Space Folder, and I guess that means that only some people in the Mithril Society know about the agreement with the royal family to check and balance."

However, for some reason, those people did not come here with a spatial folding device, and the noblest members of the royal family had to come and risk it again and again.

Oh no! It's not an adventure anymore, it's gilded.

Each generation of future emperors needs to come here to gild once, and those who have taken risks for the people of the world are qualified to sit in that position, probably this is the tacit understanding between the major principalities and the royal family of Western Sahara. ”

François laughed: "Actually, it's quite boring for you to break everything up." The royal family was able to talk to the principalities, and not only because we held this place!

As you said earlier, only with 'violence' is to maintain the power base, and our royal family can still survive without the world's number one threat of force, thanks to the support of the legion, not only relying on small means here. ”

Looking at Jacques who was walking step by step, François's calm tone suddenly became urgent: "Hey, you don't really want to kill me, do you?

When the new Mithril Guild president takes office, he will only keep the agreement with us in mind and help each other, so every Mithril Guild president can only ascend to that position with our consent.

This is already unchangeable history! If you kill me, it won't change!"

Jacques smiled, stretched out a hand, grabbed François's shoulder, and with a forceful flick, he pulled him out of the bottom of the spiral funnel and threw him back near the rift, "It's nothing, I just want to be a witness to the new pact between the royal family of Cesara and the future president of the Mithril Society." ”