Spiket hung Duncan's body on a gallows at the edge of the outer walls of Parma, and immediately entered the palace to meet his king, Seegal II, who, though he claimed to have been attacked by Duncan, the traitor of the royal city, looked as excited as if he had won a thousand gold coins.

The morning sun was rising, like a salallow head embedded in a blood-colored box, on the horizon in the distance like a blood-colored sea of El Helino red-crowned woods.

Segal II was still drunk with the unfinished drunkenness of the previous night, and the strong smell of wine set off the face that was still handsome except for the collapsed nose. He lay on the bed, lazily looked at Spiket, who was eager to meet him, and stingily spat out a few concise words, "Say, what's the matter?" ”

"Your Majesty, the task you entrusted to your ministers a few days ago has been investigated by your subordinates." Spitcot touched his chest with one hand and knelt down on one knee in front of Segal II's bed.

"Speak." Segal II was bloodless, and his ambition was temporarily curtailed by the wine and the romance of the courtiers and ladies.

"The Wright Brothers Comptoir in the lower city is a joint warehouse for underground trading, and his subordinates risked their lives to finally find out all the masterminds behind the scenes. Duncan Wright, who assassinated me at night, has been killed by his subordinates. Spitcot's eyes rolled slightly, and he couldn't help but press the bridge of his nose.

"Oh? These lowly-born people are not small, but you can save your life, assistant. Segal II beckoned to the servant beside him, and motioned for him to get dressed and get out of bed.

"As your Majesty expected, this underground trade network has almost emptied your Majesty's coffers, and the mastermind behind it is none other than Zax Sharp, the eldest son of the Sharp family, whom Murred has been deprived of by you. And, of course, the biggest moth of Parma, Lord Baron Merissa of the Merissa Dockyard. Spiket's voice was sonorous, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"What? What kind of goods is Zax Sharp? Isn't the Sharp family wiped out by my love for Terry Reach? Alas, Terry Reich shouldn't have asked me to give him a long vacation, doing things so incompletely. Causing such a big incident, it seems that the tribute of his mining will have to be doubled in the next few years. Segal II couldn't help frowning, his tone a little annoyed.

"Actually, this has nothing to do with General Trereich, and if I had been well-informed at the time, when you decided to take back the territory that Greenster had given to the Sharps, Zax Sharp's unaware creature was still in the dark dungeons of Afenburg. I've seen this Timberwolf-like guy who has another name in the dungeon of Jarfen: Prisoner Thirteen. Spitter chuckled softly, and his eyes seemed to show Terry Rich's startled, then pleading expression in front of him, and the corners of his mouth turned up strangely.

"Oh, it looks like this is going to be on the head of my pesky scholar of Yafen again." Segal II was already sitting upright, as if he was suppressing the anger in his heart while he was not drunk, "The other one is Merissa of the Merissa Docks?" ”

"Exactly. He's the biggest moth in our royal city of Parma, ah, the big sunset island dog in your granary. Spiket's eyes lit up, and he stole a glance at Segal II's clenched fists.

"I remember that this guy gave me a rare nine-headed sea monster head two years ago as a symbol of glory. And the taxes paid in the past two years have also been quite generous. I always thought he was my money jar, but I didn't expect this guy to be a hateful thief who was playing tricks on my money bag! Segal II gritted his teeth, and he suddenly saw Spitcot's stealing eyes, "Spiket, why are all the clues you find the richest person in the royal city besides me?" You're not thinking about anything you shouldn't be thinking about. I suggest that your paws should be kept in your own money bag. If you misplace it, the head on the neck will move to an unknown place as if it had been magical. ”

"Because it was he who did it, I didn't mean to do what you had in mind. Because I now have a credible clue. If you give me a chance to search Merissa, if Your Majesty still questions my motives for absolute honesty and loyalty, you may ask a man you trust to join me in the search. I swear by my name and head that if nothing is found in Merissa's mansion, I will compensate for the damage to Baron Merissa's reputation in a very reasonable manner. Spichett was calm, and there was no trace of flaw on his face.

"Spitcot, you have to understand your own identity, you are just one of my courtiers, I can carry you in the palm of my hand" Segal II slowly picked up the bird's nest presented by the servant, rinsed his mouth slightly and spit it back.

"The subordinate fully understands what you are about to say. My loyalty to His Majesty is what Sidrion is to Arcana. Spitcott buried his head and managed to squeeze some crystal fluid out of his eye.

"That's admiration, can't you find a better word to preach your pathetic feelings?" Segal II's face flushed slightly, and then he burst out laughing, "Well, with such a fat man, I will definitely send my most trusted person." You know, that's my way of doing things. I'll give you a chance. Don't cause any unnecessary disturbances in the royal city of Parma, or I'll ask you! You heard me clearly. ”

Spiket got up from the ground, and after saluting King Segal II again with one hand on his chest, he respectfully withdrew from the king's bedchamber, and his solemn appearance concealed the joy of his heart, he pressed the bridge of his nose, and walked out of the palace as low-key as possible along the golden corridor of the palace, and boarded the carriage that the coachman had prepared at the entrance of the palace.

Pulling down the curtain of the carriage, he let out a long sigh of relief, and then, his thoughts flew to the future he could foresee, and his heart laughed even more, "As my master expected, soon Parma's vault will open its golden doors to me." Money is both power and glory! It's just that now I need to add a plan, this Segal II is really boring. ”

Spitcot's mansion arrives quickly.

He glanced at the floor of the mansion and said to himself, "Soon, I will make the ground leading to my mansion covered with gold!" ”

Spiket pushed the door open and walked into the mansion, and as soon as he stepped into the chamber with his front foot, there was a rude knock on his back foot. He hurriedly hid the door of the secret room behind the bookcase, took a deep breath, crept to the door of the mansion, carefully observed the person knocking through the cat's eye hole, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.

"Oracle, I guessed that Duncan's kid's body must have been hung on the gallows." The knocker quickly entered Spitcot's mansion, and then he smiled evilly, "I specifically examined Duncan's wounds, which can only be done by the executors sent by God. Penetrating injuries, as well as heart, and did not cause any damage to the ribs. ”

"Terry Reach, stop bragging about your pathetic experiences, like a primitive. That Saxon guy has already told you what I'm going to do. Spitter calmly pressed the bridge of his nose.

"Who calls me that guy's most trusted general?" The cross-shaped scar on the left side of Terry Rich's face in the smile resembles a pair of scissor prints carved into his face.

"So what's next, you know what to do, right? I have to protect my treasure. There's a lot of gold in that fellow Merissa's house, and I don't want to pass it on to that stupid donkey on the throne. Even if it's a tenth. Spitcot's eyes flickered with a flame of greed.

"Divine envoy, you can't forget my coarse tea and light rice when you eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas." Trireich's eyes were just as greedy.

"Of course, if we can conspire a perfect plan. The Wright Brothers Comptoir is yours. First of all, we have to find a way to erase any suspicion that the two of us are involved in this huge treasure. Spiket began to think about the conspiracy.

"That's simple, isn't it just a seal, my method is to make this mouth seal forever, and after finding out the evidence that Merissa is indeed secretly engaged in the smuggling trade, I will kill his family and all the guys present." Trirech patted his head and said what he thought he was doing without thinking.

"Takeo's head is always as rough and savage and primitive as a primitive man. While it is necessary to silence you, your men will betray you, and if we search too many people, it means that we will lose these treasures forever. That guy Merissa has a personal guard, and if it's not good for him, maybe he'll jump over the wall in a hurry and fight with you and me, and maybe even make a mess in the royal city. We'll have to find a way to get his personal guard out of his side and then take someone to raid his house. Spitter gnawed his thumb and rolled his eyes, "Since the throne stupid donkey has given us a commandment, we will carry out his command, and the first is to kill all the people on Merissa's side according to your method." The second is to add one more to your original plan, and to falsely spread that Segal will have your soldiers transport all the valuable things found in Merissa's mansion to a place known only to the two of us, and then order the soldiers to hide the treasure in the cave, and then rely on you and me, as well as the mechanical executors sent by the master, to secretly kill them all. ”

"The God's way of doing so is seamless. Just how to transfer his personal guard away? Terry Ridge's brows were still locked.

"I think I've got a way, I've got to rely on it. Don't look at him as just a little black pill. He's got a great name, Black Dream. Anyone who tastes it will never want to get rid of their dependence on him, from that faraway land of wood elves. Taking Terryrech's hand, Sbicotra stepped into the secret room hidden by the bookcase, and picked up a wooden box of wood elf craftsmanship from the dusty table.