"Did you get what you wanted?" asked the old dark sorcerer curiously. He also floated his body in the air, not far in front of them.

Andrew stared at him quietly, his eyes full of doubt. "What have you got? Your dirty methods will eventually come to light, sooner or later. ”

"The affairs of the world have nothing to do with me, as I said, the weak are not worthy to live in this land. The black-robed magician's tone was resolute and unquestionable.

"So what's the limit between your strength and weakness? I don't think we're weak, you should be able to see it today. Andrew asked, his face full of confusion.

"Then what are you dwarves doing in hiding?" the black-robed sorcerer seemed to laugh.

"I see, you're always going to be the ones who fall into the trap. Eric spoke indignantly.

"That's not a bad understanding!" the black-robed magician was relieved that the other party had finally figured it out.

"You framed me for killing King Wu of Wei and didn't give up, because you wanted the entire Wei country to be an enemy of our dwarf clan, but you won't succeed. Andrew looked forward to the old man's acknowledgment, and his tone was soft and soft.

"Is the old fellow dead?" the old man muttered for a moment. "But if there is such an opportunity, I will not miss it. Looks like I need to go out for a walk, maybe there will be such a chance!" the old man said, and his figure suddenly dissipated into the air.

In the moonlit Mur savannah, the chirping of insects is incessant, mixed with the roars of all kinds of wild beasts. The breeze drove the grass to sway, a rare tranquility.

Andrew rested his head on his arm, staring at the stars, distracted. He had been recalling the black-robed sorcerer's words, and his quiet face was full of doubt.

Eric looked at him sideways, his eyes glowing with a faint moonlight. "Do you believe him? ”

"I don't know, if what he says is true, then who else is manipulating all this, and if it is false, then why doesn't he dare admit it? You should see that he doesn't care what we think, and even keeps trying to provoke us. Andrew closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

"Have a drink! So you don't have to think about it, and you can sleep until dawn. Eric took a sip and handed the sac over.

Andrew opened his eyes, looked at him, took the wine bag, and a smile appeared on his face, his face even paler in the moonlight. He took a sip, "Although your wine is good, it is not strong enough." He shouted. "So much happened, there was no clue at all, I finally had a goal, and now it's back to square one. ”

"Some things can't be rushed, and paper can't contain fire after all. Eric turned his head away and said no more.

The seventeenth year of the Great Liang Taiyuan, September 17.

In Moon City, it was already noon, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, two dwarves walked straight in.

"Five catties of beef, a plate of peanuts, and a pot of wine. Andrew said to the surprised man. He seems to have thought about it, and places with a lot of people are always noisy. Some people are naturally very talkative, and there are some things that may not be interesting to the person they want to say, but there will always be someone who is interested.

Andrew and Eric sat quietly in the best place to listen, and when one pot of wine had bottomed out, the man hurried over and placed the second pot on the table, smiling all over his face.

The whole tavern didn't have the news they wanted, and they were a little disappointed. But near the table near the window, sat a young man in a white shirt, about thirty years old, who looked out of the window from time to time, as if waiting for someone, and his fair face was full of anxiety.

The well-fed people gradually left, and the young man in the white shirt looked more and more anxious, and the food on the table did not move at all, and two sets of cutlery were arranged.

At this moment, a man walked in from outside the door, looking like he was in his forties, dressed as a samurai, with dark red leather armor, a long sword hanging from his waist, and his eyes were like torches. The young man in the white shirt beckoned, and the samurai walked straight over, unsheathed his sword, and placed it on the table.

The samurai drank the tea and said to the young man, "There was an accident on the way, so I came late." ”

"Tell me quickly, what information have you heard, I'm about to die. The monarch is still waiting for my words!" the young man looked impatient.

"It's not a secret, it won't be long before the whole of Hanndo will know. The samurai was a little puzzled and asked him, "Your monarch doesn't know what he's anxious about, and you can't hide such a thing." ”

The young man had a bitter look on his face. "Our monarch just wants to react before others, whether this winner can stay or not, the monarch has to judge according to your news. Now this winning son is like a thorn in his hand. ”

After the assassination of Ying Buqi, the eldest son Ying Zi Ang inherited the throne by edict, and went on a killing spree, cutting out all the ministers who had previously supported Ying Zi Zhen, and the entire Jing family was almost wiped out, and then an edict made his younger brother Ying Zi Zhen return to the capital to mourn, and sent his uncle to lead the infantry army Martai, taking over the military power of the tiger and leopard cavalry. Even so, when Ying Zizhen was about to enter the capital, some of his former subordinates risked their lives to deliver a letter saying that there were ambushes in the city. When the commander of the forbidden army saw that the matter was revealed, he personally led 5,000 forbidden troops to trap Ying Zizhen. ”

The warrior took a few sips of wine, and then said: "Do you know, that Ying Zizhen is also a person, he only brought five hundred tigers and leopards to ride, and those tigers and leopards resisted desperately, and actually broke through! I heard that your monarch and Princess Jing's family are also blood relatives, why don't you want to care about it at this critical moment?"

"It's not that the monarch doesn't want to take care of it, but he has to choose the right time, does our little force have the strength to resist the tiger and leopard cavalry now? So what we want to know is the current attitude of the Wei Wu King Ying Ziang, is it possible for him to raise troops to arrest Ying Ziqing. ”

"That's absolute, but there is almost no possibility of raising troops to come, don't forget, the hundreds of thousands of troops in the hands of the Youran general of the Great Liang Kingdom, but they are staring at him. So I think Win Zi'an will send someone to intimidate your monarch at most, and he won't be stupid enough to go to war on both sides now. If your monarch is smart enough, he will make good use of it. The samurai smiled mysteriously at the young man. "I will definitely not regret it in the future, although Ying Ziang has the upper hand now, you should not forget that the Soul Eater Gun chose Ying Zi Zhen. In such a chaotic world now, anything can happen, and perhaps some people are destined to end this chaotic and chaotic world. The samurai looked out the window as if he were speaking to the young man opposite, and more like he was speaking to himself.

The young man frowned, pondered for a moment, then stood up and threw a heavy bag of money on the table. "You're worth the price. He walked out quickly. "Remember to check out!"

Outside the tavern, a hurried sound of horses' hooves sounded and faded away.