"I have a few questions for you."

When Xia Lan met Sir Holebas at the Governor's Palace, the other party went straight to the point unceremoniously......

"I know what you're trying to ask, but what I'm saying is that Mother and Daughter Hermia are safe now." Xia Lan said calmly.

"Safety? I want to meet them. Sir Hollebas said coldly.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you see them." Xia Lan said indifferently.

"Don't challenge my bottom line of tolerance for you." Holebas said with a gloomy face.

"I know you're worried that I'll risk their lives for you in the future, but I'm not going to do that." Charland Road.

"Empty words!" Holebas snorted coldly.

"I can swear to the FerNu Law." Charland Road.

Holebas's expression froze, he could see that Charan was not lying, since he dared to swear to the FerNu Law, it showed that he did not mean to deceive himself, but why did he not want to let him meet Hermia's mother and daughter, or did he have some other secrets?

Xia Lan seemed to see through Holebas's thoughts, and then said bluntly: "My current situation is very bad, those people have never relaxed their surveillance of me, once they know about your relationship with Hermia's mother and daughter, the consequences are not something you and I can afford." ”

"I see." Holebas thought thoughtfully, probably aware of Xia Lan's concerns. "Now I would like to ask another matter, is the matter of Sir Laulanders' mansion last night anything to do with you?"

"What's the matter?" Xia Lan asked knowingly.

"You don't know?" Holebas stared into Xia Lan's eyes.

"I don't know what you're trying to say." Xia Lan continued to pretend to be confused.

"Since you don't want to say it, I won't force you."

Sometimes you know that others are lying, but you can't expose them to your face. At this time, Holebas was in this mood.

"I've put people on hold on to the excavation of the old warehouse."

"Hold? Not necessarily. "Charland.

"Maybe you don't have to. But I have. Holebas said.

Xia Lan frowned. The look in his eyes at Holebas changed.

"You don't seem to have seen your butler during these two visits, where has he gone?"

"You mean Pilar? He left Port Louis on an event and would be back in about three or four days. Holebas said.

"Three or four days later? I guess the excavated work that has been put on hold will be normal, right? "Charland.

"You and I know that." Sir Hollebas said.

"I'll visit you again in five days."

Charan stood up and said goodbye directly to Holebas.

"Looking forward to seeing you next time." Holebas smiled meaningfully at him.

……

Leaving the Governor's Palace, Charan suddenly fell into a deep thought, his meeting with Sir Holebas today undoubtedly revealed an important message, the other party has begun to look for a strong person to help him fight for the relic.

It is not clear what the strength of the strong man invited by Holebas is, but this matter has both advantages and disadvantages for him.

On the positive side. As a temporary team-up, they have increased their chances of winning against the "subversive fangs"; On the downside, if "Subversive Fangs" were successfully defeated, Xia Lan would be in a much worse position.

Fortunately, he was the only one who knew the location of the real relic, and that was his only advantage.

Even if you fail in the end, it's a big deal to open the hole cards, and everyone should not think about it!

The sky was cloudy, thunder was rolling, and bean-sized raindrops began to fall like pearls with broken threads, and the streets were full of panicked pedestrians looking for shelter from the rain. Xia Lan came to a teahouse and sat by the window on the second floor, quietly watching the white world under the rain curtain. Take a deep breath of the moist and fresh air, and the turmoil in your heart seems to dissipate quickly.

Holding a cup of expensive hot tea in his hand, he took a sip gently, leaving a fragrance on his teeth and cheeks, and his mood gradually calmed down and relaxed.

It had been a long time since he had enjoyed a life of leisure, and perhaps his three years of teaching at the Pablodina College in Chabro had exhausted all his leisure time in advance, but he knew that it was just an excuse to deceive himself.

He had forgotten how many years he had been in this world, and he didn't know how old he was.

Twenty-five? Twenty-eight? Does it make sense to think about this question now?

The black hair, which was tied with strips of cloth at random, grew again, and he used to be troublesome to cut it short with his sword, but now he paid little attention to it, and only dealt with it when the hair was long enough to hinder him from fighting.

People have feelings, even if they are inhumane and cold-blooded and ruthless, but feelings are everywhere.

He can be annoyed, he can be anxious, he can be angry, he has all kinds of feelings, but he rarely shows them.

Whenever a system task appears, he starts to execute it numbly like a puppet machine, and the surrounding qiē is a tool he uses, as long as the task can be completed, he never cares about anything else.

Otherwise, how could he have survived until now?

He doesn't have the mind to do everything, he doesn't have overwhelming superpower, and the only thing he can rely on is to overcome all kinds of difficulties by any means.

Now that the "Subversive Fangs" are on the cutting edge, Sir Holebas is not to be outdone, what can he do against them?

This kind of oppression is not something that anyone can bear, and ordinary people are afraid that they will already complain or run away.

Xia Lan didn't choose to escape, this time she escaped, so what about next time? What about next time?

People are lucky, since they can escape once, the psychology will naturally want to escape a second time, he has escaped enough before, now, he doesn't want to escape, only in the predicament to continue to overcome obstacles in order to grow, otherwise his life even if there is a systematic survival zài will not help!

The rain gradually stopped, and Xia Lan left the teahouse straight after dropping a few gold coins on the table.

Walking on the stagnant water on the street, he quietly came to No. 112, an abandoned warehouse in Baifan District.

There are five or six shirtless strong men in the warehouse who are gathering together excitedly shouting and gambling, not far from them there is a huge deep pit with a barrel-shaped outline, surrounded by solid iron railings, the originally clean ground is full of mud and sand, carts and shovels and other tools can be seen at will, the most striking thing is a large elevator next to the deep pit, the excavation work is absolutely inseparable from the big guy, unfortunately, at this moment it is placed alone like an abandoned child.

These strong men were some of the workers in the excavation work, and although the excavation work was suspended, they were forced to go out in a strict manner, and gambling was one of them.

When they gamble, they will talk about some excavation topics, basically they are strange about the content of excavation, the outside world preaches that it is to deal with the hidden dangers of the foundation and maintain the sewers, but in fact they have to dig through the ground, and what sewer foundations and the like are simply ignored, so they can't help but wonder.

However, the Governor's Office paid the wages on time anyway, and these workers did not care about the Governor's intentions.

If the excavation project is accelerated, it will take less than ten days to dig into the deep water layer at the current depth, and it is conceivable that this will become a battlefield of carnage and blood.

Taking advantage of the fact that the strong men were not paying attention, Xia Lan jumped from the beam of the warehouse to the deep pit underground.

Falling into the pitch-black pit, he quickly took out two daggers from the void ring and inserted them into the pit wall to slow down the falling speed, otherwise he would jump directly from such a high place, even the top peak powerhouse might fall to his death.

"Hey, did you hear anything?"

At this time, a worker who was gambling looked back at the pit and said in confusion.

"What the hell is the sound? Didn't hear me! Don't, you won the money and wanted to divert the topic and leave, right? Another worker shouted.

"Forget it, maybe it's my delusion." The worker frowned and muttered to himself, quickly continuing to engage in the excitement of gambling.

Relying on the slowdown of the two daggers, Xia Lan gradually reached the bottom of the pit full of cement, and when he looked up, he only saw a small point of light, and the point of light was the entrance of the cave.

The distance between the mouth of the pit and the bottom of the pit was carefully estimated, and it was about more than 80 meters.

Sir Hollebas, that old fox, is lying!

What does he want to do? Conceal the actual depth of the excavation and take the opportunity to quietly take the relics in advance?

It's a pity that his wishful thinking was wrong!

Suddenly, Xia Lan's spirit was shocked, and the whole person ignored the dirty muddy water on the ground and stuck directly to the bottom of the pit.

Concentrated perception and full detection.

He seemed to faintly hear a deep, hoarse growl.

When his perception touched a mysterious subtle fluctuation underground, Xia Lan at the bottom of the pit covered his head for a moment, his face rolled in the muddy water in pain, he clenched his teeth, trying not to make a sound, but the cracking sensation of his head made him almost collapse.

For a long time, for a long time.

Xia Lan finally stopped rolling, and the whole person lay weakly in the muddy water, panting weakly.

He slowly got up, and looked at the bottom of the pit with deep fear in his eyes.

Just now he was faintly aware of the subtle fluctuations coming from the ground, but he didn't expect that careful investigation would cause him so much pain, recalling that the moment his perception touched that mysterious fluctuation, a cold and domineering extreme power instantly devoured his body.

Could this be the power of relics? Or rather, the power of Garbor, who was once the lord of the Dark Netherworld?

His heart burned all at once, as if he had forgotten the endless terror that the power had brought to him just now.

Take a deep breath and calm down, I didn't expect the power fluctuation of the relic to be so strong, doesn't this mean that even if the location of the relic is fake, the relic can still be found according to the source of the fluctuation?! Thinking of this, his fiery heart suddenly cooled.

This is the only reliance he has to rely on to obtain the relic, and now that he doesn't even have this reliance, what is he going to fight for the relic?!

Leaning against the dark pit wall, Xia Lan smiled bitterly.

Is it all over in one qiē? (To be continued......)