Wisteria City is the capital of Farolan and, along with Bushen Castle, is one of the historic cities of Faroland.

To the west of the city, a building resembling a square tower can be seen, but without a spire, and with a flat roof on top.

This strange tower-like building is quite classic in shape, but the décor is very modern.

The interior of the building is paved with white porcelain panels, with urn-shaped chandeliers, and some rooms are actually glass curtain walls.

There's even a spiral-shaped steam locomotive track that rises along the tower and extends to the flat-topped parking lot.

The architectural style is very distinctive, with a perfect blend of tradition and modernity, which is not obtrusive, and is clearly the work of a master architect.

Known as the "White Tower of Order", it is 45 meters tall and has eleven floors above ground and two basements.

The White Tower of Order, home to the headquarters of Bureau 7, was designed and built by Frank Aalto, the master architect of the Steam Alliance, and has been standing in Wisteria for more than 30 years.

At this moment, in the corridor on the eleventh floor of the tower, the patriarch of the Kangao Primordial Clan, Yuan Zaro, was pacing back and forth outside a golden silk nanmu door.

Instead of wearing the traditional tribal attire, Zaro changed into a blue suit and a black tie, but wore it backwards.

Unlike the ten floors below, there was hardly a single staff member in the eleventh floor hallway, and the long hallway echoed with the sound of Zaro's messy footsteps.

About to meet the "Purgatory Butcher", the middle-aged uncle-looking Zaro was uneasy, he stretched out his fingers and rubbed his eyebrows, and pinched the collar of his suit that was a little tight.

To be honest, he doesn't like to wear such clothes, but if he comes in a multicolored feather crown and an animal skin coat, it will be too eye-catching.

"Crunch~"

The door was carved with a wild rose, and the door opened.

A deacon wearing a black trench coat, a black and white checkered uniform, and a badge soft hat walked out.

This is a young man, who looks like he is in his twenties, with purple sideburns and green eyes, and a handsome appearance, with the romantic temperament of a poet.

"Sir, it's been a long wait, the director invites you in."

His voice was mellow and soft, ethereal echoing through the slightly dark corridors.

There is no glass curtain wall on this floor, and the light is a bit dim.

Zaro glanced at the two diamond-shaped badges on his shoulders, his pupils shrank, and he immediately smiled: "It's okay, it's just for a while, the director is busy with official business after all." ”

Not exactly polite words, he really didn't have to wait long.

The young deacon smiled slightly, stepped aside, stretched out his white-gloved hand, and made a gesture of invitation.

Zaro took a slow breath, calmed his nerves, and slowly walked through the door.

The young deacon did not follow up and closed the door outside.

Zaro walked into the director's office, which was unexpectedly simple, with a black desk and a few chairs, a white information cabinet, and a silk sofa.

Other than that, there was only a chandelier and several paintings, one of which sat opposite the desk, a portrait of 14 people, including Carl Moldred and Charles IV.

Strangely, there was a person on it, who turned out to be the bartender Wren had met before.

The man worked at the Firebird Bar in the city of Diramo on the outskirts of the Pugni Plains, was an uncle with a mustache, and once played Wren by saying that he looked like his son.

The Director of the 7th Bureau, Karl, sat behind his desk, he looked about thirty years old, with a straight nose and gray eyes that gave people an indescribable sense of depth, like a quiet pool in an ancient forest.

"You may be seated."

The voice is smooth, giving people a sense of calmness and unhurriedness.

Zaro subconsciously clenched his fingers, and when he came back to his senses and slowly sat down on the chair opposite Carl, the clothes behind his back were already wet with sweat.

The other party's attitude was quite friendly, but Zaro was still tormented, he knew very well how terrible the person on the other side was.

More than a hundred years ago, the previous patriarch of the Primordial Stone Clan, a totem warrior comparable to a fourth-order powerhouse, was strangled to death by him with one hand.

At that time, Karl was only a fourth-order peak [Shattered Shadow Black Warrior], unlike now, it has been ninety years since he stepped into the Holy Domain.

The fifth order of the Black Warrior is the first-order [Horizontal Sword Black Warrior], the second-order [Broken Blade Black Warrior], the third-order [Ghost Slayer Black Warrior], the fourth-order [Shattered Shadow Black Warrior], and the fifth-order [Split Sky Black Warrior].

Swallowing his spit, rubbing his fingers on his knees, Zaro forgot all the polite words when he saw Karl himself.

A little helpless in his heart, he said straight to the point: "Your Excellency, I am here to ask you for help on behalf of the entire Kangao clan this time.

I also hope that you can send someone to suppress this ghoul rebellion as soon as possible, and of course, our clan will do our best to cooperate with the actions of the 7th round. ”

Karl didn't reply for a moment, his right index finger tapping lightly on the tabletop, as if thinking about something.

Seeing that he didn't react, Zaro couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and several great witch doctors clearly told him that this crisis could not be solved by the Kangao people.

He didn't dare to urge, more than a hundred years ago, the people of the Kangao tribe had made trouble, trying to drive away the foreigners and dominate the Pugni Plain.

Of course, they didn't want to secede from the Farorand, they just wanted autonomy and more land.

However, Charles IV did not hesitate to send troops to suppress it, and Karl was one of the generals who suppressed the Khangao people at that time.

"Of your three ancient totem tribes, there is one fifth-order [evil soul] level ancestral spirit, and two [spell spirit] levels.

Other big tribes may also have a few [Spell Spirits], so they can't even protect themselves, right? Karl said rather calmly.

The cultivation and use of spirits is one of the cards of the Kangao people, and they have a special set of methods to create spirits and accelerate the growth of spirits.

Zaro's brows furrowed, and his tone was a little helpless: "After all, the ancestral spirit is not the person who was alive, although the residual obsession is willing to protect the tribe, but every time it is used, it requires a lot of sacrifices."

And there's a risk of getting out of control, like that headless horseman. ”

Hearing the title Headless Horseman, an imperceptible sneer flashed in Karl's eyes.

The resentment that arises after death usually retains some memories of the previous life, just like the resentment of the painter Igor, who still cares very much about his wife Claire.

Therefore, after the death of some strong people in the clan with suitable conditions, the Kango people will create spirits, and those resentful spirits are generally willing to protect the tribe.

But the Headless Horseman obviously messed up that time, killed other people's women, cut off people's heads, and counted on people to protect the tribe, don't be funny.

Carl also knew that it was not entirely because the people of the big tribe had lost their minds, after all, not everyone was suitable for cultivating into an ancestral spirit after death, and the Headless Horseman was obviously very qualified during his lifetime.

Of course, the Ghoul Rebellion had to be suppressed, but that didn't stop Lion Carl from opening his mouth: "I need the recipe for the Wind Elixir. ”

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