After a short period of distraction, Kosha sighed lightly in his heart, then sorted out his thoughts, looked at Kebby and asked, "What did you just say, the cadres of the revolutionary army want to find me?"

"Yes, that man is just outside the camp, he claims to be a cadre of the revolutionary army, and he is here to help us overthrow this rotten country. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Kebby showed a little disdain, "Hmph, that's a nice thing, I'm actually here to rob Alabastan of power!"

"Kebby!" Kosha exclaimed slightly unhappily, "no matter how far people come, they are still guests, and they still have to be polite." However, what you said is indeed reasonable, for no reason, how could the revolutionary army send people? After all, it is a little far away, and the revolutionary army is ...... by the world government Forget it, call him in first, I'll meet him, and see what his purpose is. By the way, you called Eric too, you can't do without him at this time. ”

"Okay, I got it. Kebby nodded, saluted, and left.

In the tent, Kosha frowned slightly, thinking. When his eyes swept to the map on the table, his resolute gaze also showed a little confusion. I used to believe in this country, this king, and even when I was a child, I came here with my father to develop it, and I had a dream at that time...... It seems that the figure of the time when he was a child has appeared in front of him again......

"Weiwei, are you okay...... I'm sorry for that......"

Rainland:

Rain Land is a very common name, but it is the most prosperous city in Alabastan, even more prosperous than the capital city of Albana. The reason for this is that it is the most water-rich place in Alabastan today. You don't feel like a desert city at all, but like a normal town, and there are even fountains, which are almost forbidden in Alabastan.

All of this is because of one person, and that is Crockdahl. In the minds of the people of Alabastan, it was Crockdahl who protected the country that had been tormented by drought for three years, and it was also Crockdahl, their hero, who led the village that was once buried by wind and sand into the prosperous scene it is today.

Just like Albana, the national capital, was suspected of dancing powder when there was rain, and it was once suspected that the water source in the rain land was so abundant. But after their investigation, the answer they got was that the water was purchased by Crockdahl from overseas again and again. As a result, the image of Crockdahl grew taller and taller in their minds, even overshadowing their king.

In the center of the rain is an extremely luxurious casino, with a crocodile sculpture on top of the casino, marking the ownership of this casino. The name of the casino is Rain Banquet, and it sounds like a wonderful name to the people of Alabastan.

Look, the banquet of the rain, how good!

Every day, there is an endless stream of people coming and going in and out of the rain feast. There are high-rollers who spend a lot of money, and there are passers-by who just come to visit, but no matter what kind of person, as long as they spend something at the rain feast, they will get a liter of fresh water for free. As if they had completed their daily tasks, many people came to the rain banquet for a walk, gambled twice, and then left happily with a bucket. It doesn't matter even if you lose a few thousand baileys, water is the most precious thing here.

In the basement of Yuyan, there is a large pool, and the pool is a typical slope, and the bottom of the pool is not visible from the deepest point. In the pool, crocodiles float slowly, like dry branches.

This is a place that is completely forbidden to enter during the rain feast. Aside from the people who built it at the time, only Crockdahl was able to enter and leave the place freely. And now, the builders have long since become the feces of these crocodiles, and I don't know where to circulate, and only Crockdahl is left to enter and leave here freely.

Crockdahl squatted on the edge of the pool, looking at the crocodiles in the pool, a little distracted. The first crocodile has long since passed away, and the current crocodiles are all transported by him from the outside world through other means. Although it looks similar on the outside, it is always different in the eyes of Crockdahl, and what he has is at best a kind of reminiscence.

Behind Crockdahl, several attendants were looking in horror at the pool full of crocodiles, their hands shaking with their bodies. Trembling and speechless.

Crockdahl frowned, snatched the barrel from one of the attendants, and poured the fresh fish that was still alive and kicking into the water. As soon as the fish entered the water, it immediately made a splash, and the ripples alarmed the floating crocodiles. Immediately, the crocodiles woke up from their slumber and pounced on the swimming fish.

"Poof...... Puff ......" There was a splash of water, and the rest of the waiters were relieved to pour the fish in their hands into the pool. The crocodiles competed more happily, and there were even fights.

"Hey...... Brutes are always brutes......" Crockdahl shook his head slightly at this scene, and turned to leave the room. The door was closed with him, and the lock snapped on, isolating the crocodiles, along with a group of screaming attendants.

"If you want to get enough food, you don't need to fight, but when you slaughter all the competitors, you will enjoy all the ......" Crockdahl stood outside the door, sighing a little embarrassed, his face reflected in the dim light was very strange.

"Right...... Robin, only he can live, and any other partners, trust, etc., can be abandoned at any time, right?"

"Master Crockdahl...... I ......" Robin stepped out of the shadows, looking a little nervous.

Crockdahl squinted at Robin, sneered, and said, "Follow me again, Robin, I hope there won't be a next time, my patience is limited." With that, Krokdal left the corridor without looking back.

"Hehe, I really know......" Robin sighed, a little stunned in his heart, "but what will you do to me? as long as you don't get the ...... of Hades for a day."

"You're all about that...... Robin leaned against the wall, some dim light shone on her face, flickering, "Navy...... Pirate...... What difference does it make sometimes......"

Rebel Headquarters:

In Kosha's tent, an extremely important negotiation was taking place at this time. On one side are representatives of the revolutionary army, feared by the world government, and on the other side are the rebel army of Alabastan.

They are all armies that rebel against the royal power, but their strength is very different.

Kosha sat on the throne, his handsome face a little gloomy, obviously struggling with something. Next to him stood a young man with a round head, a pair of round eyes, a slender figure, and a bookish look. His slightly turned eyes shone with wisdom from time to time. His name is Eric, and he is a staff officer of the rebels, and he is also Kosha's hair boy, who was once the child king of Kosha's next town.

There were only three people in the tent, and apart from Kosha and Eric, the remaining bald guy was obviously the representative of the revolutionary army. The man had a shiny bald head, and the light on it was flowing and shining at any time, and it seemed to be a powerful light bulb.

However, unlike this slightly funny bald head, a scar slashed diagonally across his face, taking away his right eye and leaving a hideous scar. It seems that the person is nearly middle-aged, and the belt still has a sense of vitality. The man was very strong, wearing a tight-fitting small vest and a leather top on the outside, which looked very strong.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Couto, but I'm afraid we won't be able to agree to your terms. While Kosha was still thinking, Eric suddenly spoke.

"Oh?" Kuto asked, looking at Kosha in surprise and turning his gaze to Eric, "Does what you say count?"

"Yes, you can take all his words as the will of our rebels. Kosha nodded.

"Okay......" Kuto said indifferently, anyway, in his opinion, as long as he can achieve his wishes, he doesn't care who has the final say. The owner doesn't care, can he manage it?

"So, Mr. Eric, may I ask what is wrong with our conditions? You should also know that with the strength of your rebel army, even if there are people secretly supporting you, I am afraid that you will not be able to defeat the king's army, right?"

"This is how much Mr. Couto has been overwhelmed, and we are still sure of the battle with the King's army. After such a long period of contact, we also have a general understanding of their details, and ...... I beg all due respect, this is our Alabastan affair after all, and your revolutionary army has to intervene, may I ask, what is the attempt?"

"Hahaha...... What we want is to fight against the government that oppresses the people and bring a better life to the people!" Kuto laughed, "It's just that we are both rebels against the evil government, and we hope to cooperate! If you join the revolutionary army, you will have a better future!"

"We don't care if the future is not promising! All we want is an intact country!" Kosha suddenly shouted, "I don't have any ambitions, I just want Alabastan to return to its old ways and become a harmonious and beautiful country!"

"This country!

"Huh...... Don't be impulsive, young man......" Kuto smiled, his smile sunny but full of sarcasm, "I'm sure one day you'll ask for our help!"

"You can contact me through this, I'm sure that time won't be far away......," said Kuto, throwing down a special phone bug and getting up to take his leave.

After taking a few steps, as if thinking of something, Kuto stopped and said, "Some things, what you see on the surface are not necessarily true, and the real things are often the most rotten......"

"I hope that when you see the real darkness of this world, you can still keep your thoughts now. The words landed, and Kutto left the tent.