(7.20 1st Update)

The Great Commander of Your Excellency, restoring the hope of light, General Vic was killed in an accident.

The bad news spread in the streets, the heavy sunset that lowered the whole city, immersed in an atmosphere of sorrow.

The patrol soldiers on duty, with a black veil of remembrance wrapped around their arms, mourn the tragic figure.

The abandoned inn will be renovated with my financial support. After the street ban, customers were slightly recovered, and the vendors stranded in the city also found a more comfortable home again.

"Alas, will Vic's death accelerate the collapse of the Black Coats?"

"Shhhh

The customers who lowered their timbre were discussing the situation, but they were still vigilant.

"Traps? Do you mean Vic can cheat corpses? ”

"The already low morale should have been a secret maintenance of the status quo, and the presumptuous extremes may cause panic on a larger scale. Or wait until Vic's farewell party is over before soothing the celebration. ”

Business travel analyzes the undisclosed cattiness, and the inexplicable way of death has begun to emerge.

"Hey, did you say it was a conspiracy orchestrated by the bereaved family? He may be able to restrain the fall of power, so he creates an accidental murder of Vic, after all, it is based on the gentle master and servant, and they are all taboos against each other. ”

"Yes, I have visited many countries, and it is difficult for inflated desires to die well, as a father, they are often high-ranking masters, and no leader will like the existence of threats."

Si Qi sneered, dispelling the heavy haze.

"Young master, it seems that you can get away with it again, after all, the fuse was ignited by you."

"Hmph, if you ask, deception is your hideout, maybe Vic will provoke your soul!"

"Huh? Is resentment just lingering around? The atmosphere seemed to be very gloomy. ”

Xiao Yi also secretly peeped at the alternation of the environment, being artificially rendered, but he was afraid of himself.

"No, even the entangled ghosts are fabricated blanks that can be easily pierced."

"Well, maybe it's sending some kind of misleading and ridiculous signal to confuse everyone."

"Yikes! It's three VIPs, the greeting is not good, please forgive me. ”

The store manager who slipped into the hall locked his eyes on me, counting the lazy attendants.

"Compared to the store manager's busyness, the idle young master is not easy to disturb, where did you come from?"

Si Qi was carrying out boring and hypocritical greetings in my place, and the store manager's expression was very tight and contradictory.

"I'm catering for the garrison in the city, and I've got a lot of exciting information by chance."

The store manager's irrepressible emotions attract the eyes of the watchers, all looking forward to the so-called truth.

"Tonight, as usual, I went into the core of the station after being tested. I thought it was going to be a terrible scene, but it turned out to be calm and everything was going on in order. ”

"Orderly? How is that arrangement? ”

Somewhere, giving a greeting is like a mentally retarded mind, encountering some kind of enchantment.

The store manager calmed down a little and began to check what had happened, resisting the frustration on a whim.

"It's like a blank slate, barely disturbed by any external factors, and under conventional thinking, the decline of the leader, even if it is a commotion, can barely be maintained. But the situation in front of me is very strange, and it can't help but make people suspicious. About Vic's death ultimatum, whether it has already been given. ”

Following the store manager's thinking, the audience enters into infinite reverie, but it is all written in the plot of the script.

"What do you think of this young master?"

The manager asked me what I thought, probably politely repeating my subtle presence.

"I still have a good network of contacts in the city, and as far as I know, Vic seems to have died near the lakeside, and the wave of explosions has swept across the embankment, and it is difficult to have survivors."

I'm making up situations that are vague about myself, even if it's driving the spin-off of absurd farce.

"You mean Vic is dead?"

"No, that's just the so-called survey site, and the rest of the information is temporarily blocked. However, the descendant of the royal family seems to be very arrogant, and the fetters in it are impossible to guess. ”

"What? Could it be him, that jealousy, urging to clean up? ”

"I have long suspected that the leaders are hypocritical, even the country of Coron has belittled the general."

The rhythm of being blamed by me is gradually moving towards the instigation of contradictions, and Si Qi is also continuing to preach.

The sudden intruder, who seems to be in a very urgent situation, has a dry throat that is sticky with the secreted saliva, temporarily loses the control of the vocal cords, and coughs incessantly.

"What's wrong? Is there any up-to-date information? Could it be Vic's resurrection? ”

The store manager is boring to create horrors, and the lives that have been killed are always ridiculous.

"No, it's Vic's death, which has been officially verified, and the dry body is on display on the altar."

The existence of denial, there is no superfluous emotion, and even superfluous regret.

Si Qi blinked and had a brief exchange with me, and soon we came to a unified proposal.

"Bell, Mr. Vic, is it killed?"

"In this way, it is almost true, but, as a friend, I remember the guilt and pray for him."

In the crowd of people, there is a dense crowd of admirers, circulating in front of the altar, unable to believe Vic's death.

Wen Lun bypassed the crowd and invited us closer to each other, as if to atone for our sins.

Vic standing in the coffin, his swollen face has been deformed in the soaking of the lake, and his bloated body is also the result of being irrigated, and the characteristics of drowning are almost all displayed.

"I'm sorry for this kind of thing, I may be behind it, pushing Vic to his death."

"No, this is a kind of fate to be chosen, whoever opens the stone gate will fall into the trap of a cunning hunter, and General Vic, just lack a little luck."

Wen Lun was very calm, and on that calm face, there was no flawed expression, that was the killer.

Si Qi approached the decomposing corpse, searched its contents, and prayed very religiously.

"Then what happens next, how will the black-clothed society deal with it? After all, is it a leader, does he already have a predetermined heir? ”

"No, General Vic is arrogant, and even a few days ago, he cursed contemptuously at God's tricks, claiming that accidents were nonsense for the weak to comfort themselves, but he did not expect to be punished today. At present, I am in charge of sorting out the scattered thoughts, and we will have an election at a later time, and the corps outside the city may take advantage of the weakness. ”

Wen Lun was in a very humble mood, fell into a very embarrassing situation, and the spy lurking in the city was working.

"What about the orphan of the royal family? Is he still safe? ”

"Well, I've sent more Janissaries so that they don't be wiped out in a moment of chaos. Depending on the time, he will lead the clan to mourn. ”

As soon as Wen Lun's words fell, on the passage that was dispersed, there was a naïve child, accompanied by his guardian, slowly approaching, and his prostration spirit could not dominate his weak body, and he was being supported.

"Mr. Wen Lun, I'm sorry about General Vic!"

The boy broke free and conveyed some sad emotions to the temporary leader, Wen Lun.

"Please be quiet, and let my eulogy comfort the once confused hearts!"

The boy beckoned to the priest who followed, dressed in a very simple way, like a makeshift patchwork.

"Ahh Warriors of the Holy War of the Restoration of the Empire, you are a roar in the night, awakening the dawn of slumber"

Perfunctory rhetoric is a deliberately combined description, detached from emotion, and can only be made up for with literary style.

"Who are these?"

"Oh, a little slack, these three are friends of General Vic, the spiritual leader of the Black Order."

Wen Lun roughly summarized each other's identities, and he seemed to care more about Si Qi who was squatting aside.

"Smick Lüch! May I ask you which branch of your family? ”

"I'm just active in the neighborhood, I've heard about the Smick family, their names seem to be very abbreviated, why is yours so special?"

I took the lead in attacking Lu Qi's weak self-esteem, and also questioned his lineage.

Unprepared, he panicked, dodging my eyes and planning questions that had never been suspected.

"Oh, that's right, a few years ago, because he was exiled, in order to avoid the low-level untouchables waiting for an opportunity to retaliate, Young Master Lu Qi changed his name, so he has been using it all the time."

"Yes, that's it!"

Lu Qi hurriedly agreed with the woman's suggestion, presumably his treacherous mother.

"Oh, I see. It's better to change it slightly, otherwise it will be difficult to be accepted in public opinion, and as a inheritance, it is also shameful to arbitrarily change the ancestors. ”

I continue to tear at the scars of Lüdge, who is already a relative but still pretends to be an old nobleman.

"Yes, you're saying that it's my flaw."

Lu Qi was very embarrassed, and that kind of inferiority complex could not be made up for at the beginning of hematopoiesis.

"Ahh Warriors of the Empire, you will always be remembered! ”

The god stick finally ended his flashy prayer, and Si Qi also stood up, mocking the slander of the god with disdain.

"Mr. Wen Lun, about tonight's election" (To be continued.) )