Deira City, the outer city.

Artoria stood silently by the window of the hotel, looking at most of the people with sad faces outside the window, her face was very ugly, and even anger was faintly brewing.

And the reason for her anger is the two identical-looking letterboxes on the table behind her, exactly what they represent!

The two letterboxes look identical on the outside, and the roaring lion's head on the lid of the letterbox is lifelike!

Even the royal seal ring of the Ferreton Golden Lane Empire at the end of the letter looks the same, and the seven dark patterns are also intact!

But the point is, the content of the letters carried inside is completely different!

In the other letterbox, which was long overdue, not only did it accurately point out the plotting force, the Death Ambition Sect, but it also contained crucial information, and more importantly, Artoria's training goals were also completely different-

"Find out in advance the conspiracy planned by the Death Will Sect!"

"Unite local forces and work together to stop the conspiracy from happening!"

Two letterheads, two completely different training goals, who is true and who is false?

If the letter box that arrived later is real, then what is the letter box that Artoria received earlier?

At least, whether it is the letterhead, the fire paint, the handwriting, or the seal ring, the "fake" and the "genuine" in the two letterboxes are exactly the same, otherwise it is impossible to deceive Artoria's eyes!

Does this mean that the "fakes" in both letterboxes are made with the "genuine" program?

So what does this mean?

If you think about it, who are the people who can do this, and what is the purpose?

Who can know the progress of Artoria's training, and then use the "fake" letterbox to make it in the way of "real thing", and even interfere with the arrival of the real "real thing", and use the "fake" to interfere with and destroy Artoria's experience?

Thoughts flashed through her mind, and Artoria quickly got a faint guess, and the anger on her face gradually replaced by sadness.

"Brothers ...... Emperor"

"Why do you ......?"

"I said a long time ago that I am not interested in that supreme throne......"

"Why do you want to do this......"

With a hint of pain in her eyes, Artoria silently closed her eyes and shook her head slightly.

In her mind, images flashed rapidly—

The living corpse that had been eaten by most of its face, staggered and walked, and the only remaining eye was a heavy death breath and a thirst for flesh, and a few days ago, he was a running companion in the inn where Artoria lived, and Artoria remembered the bright light in his eyes when he talked about his newly married wife......

In the dead house, surrounded by a large group of undead, after she broke the blockade of the undead, all she saw from the badly damaged portal was a pair of mother and daughter who were hugging and trembling, although they were extremely frightened, but still suppressed their cries, and there was no need to ask where the little girl's father was, the white bones lying in front of the portal, several rotten corpses of the undead and splashed blood had said it all......

In the light of the tricolor of divine power, the prayer resounded in the sky, and Jones raised his hands and stepped up the ladder to the gods, but the background was a mess of ruins, piles of bones, and the ravages of evil......

"Perhaps, if I can successfully receive the real training goal, I have a chance to stop this from happening......"

"At the very least, there will be good reasons to convince those in charge of Deira to strengthen their preparedness and reduce civilian casualties......"

Pursing her lips, Artoria thought silently.

"I don't care about failure, failure is better for people to grow, but ......"

"Imperial brothers!"

"You know that this small act of yours has brought about the wailing and weeping of a large number of innocent people!"

"Perhaps, I still need more experience, but now, there are more important things to do!"

Artoria turned abruptly and said, "Go!"

Deira City, Inner City, Hall of the Noble Council.

It is an imposing circular building, with an area of more than 300 square meters, and a curved dome of 30 meters high, with a main podium for speeches and speeches in the center of the building, surrounded by tables and benches, which gradually increase in height from the inside to the outside in a circle.

Decisions on important matters in the city of Dara'a are made here.

At this time, there are also people here who are generously speaking.

"This is a provocation to Deira!"

"If the real culprit behind it is not found out, and then a devastating blow is given, the nobles of the entire city of Deira will be disgraced!"

“......”

"I think the most important thing right now is the reconstruction of the city of Dara, where the refugees need to be pacified, the rubble needs to be cleared, and order needs to be maintained......

"That's the most important thing, if the people run away, the city of Deira can't be rebuilt!"

“......”

"What does the life and death of those poor people have to do with us!"

"The first thing we need to do now is to concentrate on repairing one or more of the docks in the port area as quickly as possible, so that the business of Deira City can run first, and every day of delay will be a huge loss of gold coins!"

“......”

A large number of speeches were mixed together for a while, like countless flies buzzing around, filling the entire hall of the aristocratic council.

Clasped his hands in his hands, Atro quietly leaned back on the bench in the front row, his face unmoved, silently listening to the rambling speeches of the many nobles.

Not far from him, the gray-haired patriarch of the Dill family, Hodge Dier, was closing his eyes and recuperating.

On the other side of Atro, also facing the main entrance of the aristocratic council hall, sat a tall and thin middle-aged man with a slightly wrinkled face.

The lord of Deira, the current patriarch of the Curtis family, Barry Curtis, was now silently turning the cup in front of him, round and round, without saying anything.

The seats across the podium from Atro in the first row were empty.

Since the convening of the Noble Council two days ago, the entire hall of the Noble Council has been filled with never-ending quarrels, limited considerations of their own interests, and all kinds of protracted issues......

But even in such a situation, the three most prominent people, who can each represent the interests of the collective to which they belong, did not reveal the slightest tone, but only joined forces to let some things that must be done to stabilize the situation pass, such as disaster relief and food distribution......

Glancing at each other, their respective minds were almost touched in the drag on in the past two days, or the private exchange of interests had been completed, and the patriarchs of the three families sat up straight at the same time, and even the many nobles who had been arguing but also paid close attention to them gradually quieted down.

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