In fact, many officials of the Tang Dynasty and the local garrison welcomed Tang Zhangwei's reshuffle this time.

Those local officials in the Tang Dynasty, they think that Tang Zhangwei is too good to those damn East Francians, these East Francians have bulging wallets.

Now they actually dare to oppose Tang Zhangwei, in the minds of those local officials in the Tang Dynasty, these East Franks are crazy.

However, the East Frankish aristocracy, they did not think so, they thought that the emperor of the Tang Dynasty was supporting them.

The wizard sighed.

"That's a reminder," Itachi snapped his fingers, "exploding...... Well, about half an hour ago, there was a very powerful explosion......"

"That's the oil storage warehouse that blew up." Ling Sifeng remembered the rain of sparks, and the muscles on his face twitched.

Itachi turned around, smiling, and looking at his companion expectantly. Brawood grunted and pulled the money out of his purse and handed it over. At this moment, there was a scream from the other side of the road, and then it immediately stopped. Lingsifeng's eyes never left the chicken.

"How can he not learn to ride a horse alone!" He said. Then, his body suddenly froze, as if he suddenly remembered something and was startled. He let out a small exclamation and rushed back into the darkness. When he returned, the man called "Double Flower" was slumped on his shoulders, short, skinny, and strangely dressed—wearing a pair of knee-length trousers, and a shirt of very bright color and strong contrasting colors, which shook the sensitive eyes of the Itachi even in the dim light.

"It doesn't break to the touch." Ling Sifeng gasped. Brawood winked at the Weasel and walked over to examine what they had thought was a head animal.

"You'd better leave it alone." The wizard said, eyes not leaving the unconscious double flower, "Trust me. There is a force that protects it. ”

"Is it a spell?" Itachi said and crouched down.

"No, no, no, but I guess it's some kind of magic. Not ordinary magic. I mean, it can turn gold into copper without losing its gold, it can destroy all one's possessions, it can make one have nothing and become rich at the same time, it can make the weak walk among thieves without fear, it can pass through solid gates and loot treasures under layers of protection. Until now, I am still imprisoned by its power, so that I have to follow this madman and protect him from harm. This thing is more powerful than you, Brawood; More cunning than you, Itachi. ”

"You know, it's not like I don't know anything about magic," said Itachiko, "and I ...... last year Of course, thanks to my friend, I took the wand and moonstone belt of the mighty archmage Imitelli, and later took his life. I'm not afraid of the 'thorns' you mentioned. But," he continued, "I am very interested in what you say. Can you tell us more? ”

Brawood looked at the mass on the road. It's closer now, and it can be seen more clearly in the twilight of dawn. This thing looks like a ......

"A box with legs?" He said.

"I'll tell you," said Lingswind, "just give me some drink, okay?" ”

There was a roar in the valley in the distance, followed by a hissing sound. Some people with a little more insight than others ordered the floodgates of the Anko River to exit the Twin Cities were closed. The river could not flow, but began to gush back, forcing itself ashore and rushing into the fire-torn streets. Soon, the sea of fire turned into an ocean, and everything on the land was like islands, the river was gradually rising, and the islands were gradually shrinking. Over the smoky city, the scorching heat of the water rises and obscures the stars. Itachi felt that the shape of the steam looked like a jet-black mushroom from a distance.

The haughty Anco and the filthy Mopock form the Twin Cities, and if the Twin Cities are entities, any other city in time and space is only a shadow of it. This twin city, which has been invaded and experienced vicissitudes, can always make a comeback. This time, the flood that followed the fire consumed everything that was not burned, and brought a particularly serious infectious disease to the survivors. But even so, the Twin Cities did not fall. It can only be said that this catastrophe is a burning rest in the long story of the Two Cities—a charred comma, a semicolon made of fire spirits.

A few days before the disaster, a ship sailed down the Anko River into the port of Mopock, where the docks and docks were crisscrossed, as the tide came. The ship was loaded with pink pearls, milk fruits, pumice stones, and official letters addressed to the Maharaja of Anko, as well as a man.

The man caught the attention of Blind Huey. Blind Huey is one of the beggars who begs for the morning shift at Pearl Dock. He poked his elbow into the ribs of the lame tile and pointed silently.

The men who came with the ship were standing on the edge of the dock, watching the seafarers struggling to remove a large copper-covered box from the gangplank. There was another man standing beside him, who appeared to be the captain. Blind Huey, even if there was a small pile of gold fifty paces away, his nerves would flutter. There was something about these seafarers that excited the nerves all over Blind Huey's body, sending the strongest signal to the brain: a windfall is just around the corner!

Sure enough, after the boxes were unloaded on the pebble beach, the strangers who came with the boat pulled out their money bags, and the coins flashed—many of which he hastened to take into the city center along the nearby paths.

The captain turned back to the boat, and the stranger remained alone by the dock, looking dazed and not knowing what to do. Blind Huey grabbed his begging bowl and ran all the way through the streets, with a flattering look on his face.

As soon as the stranger saw him, he quickly reached out and grabbed the money bag.

"Hello, sir!" Blind Huey greeted, and when he looked up, he saw that the person in front of him had four eyes. He turned around and ran.

“？” The man grabbed Blind Huey's arm. Huey knew that the sailors standing by the cable were laughing at him, and at the same time, his sensitive nerves sensed the presence of money—and it felt very strongly.

He didn't move. The stranger let go of him, flipped through a black-covered pamphlet on his belt, and said, "You are ——! ”

"What?" Huey asked. The man looked dazed.

"Do you consume?" He repeated, unnecessarily increasing the sound several times, carefully pronouncing the vowels very completely.

"You can 'consume' by yourself!" Blind Huey returned the favor. The stranger grinned and touched the purse again. This time he pulled out a large gold coin, a little bigger than the Ancorkrona, which had a face value of 8,000 yuan. Huey had never seen the pattern on the gold coin, but it had opened his mouth in Huey's head, and he could no longer understand the language in which he understood: "My current master is in need of help." You're just helping him so I can go with you and have some fun together. ”

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