The legend of the Golden Underground Palace is widely spread in the West Sea, but in fact, it is more regarded as a kind of fairy tale to satisfy the vigorous curiosity of children.

But in fact, after excluding some artistic processing, the Golden Underground Palace is a real ancient secret...

More than half of the kings of the West Sea, including the Snoopy Kingdom, had investigated this coveted treasure, but no one had ever obtained any actual clues before this map incident.

"That being said, how can you be sure that this news is not an unfounded source of malice by some good do-gooder?"

Douglas was clearly not interested in Schneider's inflammatory speech, and he remained calm as usual, ignoring the hint that he was dragged into the water.

"On this point, the royal family naturally has reliable sources that can be absolutely trusted."

Douglas continued: "If I wasn't mistaken, would you be reluctant to share this source?" ”

"Everyone has their own secrets, my friend, and we should give each other the least respect."

Schneider spread his hands to express helplessness, and continued: "Think about it, Douglas, according to the instructions of that map, the huge treasure left by the ancient kingdom is near Peanut Island, as long as we join forces, gold is in the bag!" ”

"Oh, you're exalting me too much. With neither ambition nor ability, he is not qualified to share this fruitful fruit with the Snoopy royal family. ”

Douglas stood up and resolutely put an end to the conversation, "All I can do is wish you all the best for your next treasure hunt on behalf of the Osiris family, and I can't give you any more support than that." ”

"So you're going to refuse my kindness?"

Schneider's voice froze.

"Let me be clear, are you sure you want to reject the offer of cooperation that the future king of the Snoopy Kingdom has entrusted me to you?"

"How dare you, how dare you, I respect any proposal of the prince and yourself, and am willing to cooperate in all fields... In addition to this. ”

"Hmph, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will not cooperate with anyone who has rejected his kindness."

"That would be a pity." Douglas sighed, "Looks like I won't have a chance to taste your collection today." ”

Ignoring Schneider's pressure, the young man's refusal to the Golden Underground Palace incident was unusually simple.

And although His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince was very annoyed by Douglas's attitude, he didn't turn his face on the spot and fight - as the godson of the Osiris family, Douglas's skills have long been famous among the West Sea mafia forces, considering the huge gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides, Schneider could not hit a stone with an egg anyway.

After the secret conversation, the atmosphere in the banquet hall remained enthusiastic, and it was not until the "happy" end of lunch and socializing that the aftermath of the incident finally shook Douglas and his fiancée halfway home.

… In the attic of an inconspicuous grocery store in the city, the sniper, who had already locked on the route of Osiris's carriage, used a simple trap to force the target's carriage to a halt.

Then, hiding in the shadows, he decisively seized the opportunity and put the young man's head into the crosshair of the sniper rifle through the car window!

As experienced as he is, of course, this is not the first time he has carried out a similar assassination mission, and it is naturally impossible for any unexpected situation to occur in a series of arrangements.

However, when the trigger was pulled, the killing intent was discharged, and the projectile that quickly broke through the air failed to burst the target's temple.

Through the scope, the killer was shocked to see that the bullet was hovering out of the carriage's window, as if stopped by a transparent wall.

What's even more terrifying is that before he could wake up from this strange scene, the man he regarded as the target of the assassination operation had already turned his head and looked at the window of his ambush in the direction of the ballistic.

At this moment, the straight-line distance between the two sides was about a hundred meters, but those ice-blue eyes seemed to have some kind of terrifying magic, and they injected extremely cold air into the killer's whole body in one breath, making him instinctively freeze in place, losing the courage to turn around and escape.

- Although this is only a momentary hallucination caused by the change of mental situation, it is this momentary delay that the sniper loses the last chance to save himself.

In a trance, the bullet hanging outside the window turned around, and after shattering the scope against the trajectory just now, it was castrated, broke through the eye socket, and drilled into the killer's forehead, and then shot out from the back of the head, leaving a bloody bullet hole, a corpse with a tragic death...

"Honey, what's there to see out there?"

Throughout the time, Freira was unaware of the imminent murder, and with hindsight, he followed Douglas's gaze and saw only a few small bright yellow flowers blooming on the side of the road.

"What a rare flower, blooming so beautifully, what kind of variety is that? I've never seen it before. ”

"Do you like it?"

Douglas turned his head and embraced Miss Freira with his left arm, then pushed open the window with his right hand and beckoned to the bright flowers from afar.

The next moment, something magical happened!

The flowers seemed to have been plucked by an invisible pair of hands and sent all the way to Douglas.

"Oh! How do you do that, my dear? ”

"It's just a little magic."

Douglas gently held the wildflowers into a bunch and handed them to Freira

"To me, no flower can compare to your smiling face."

The young man's voice is sincere, his eyes are full of warmth, and the warm words make the woman sweet to the heart.

Now that the two have already established a relationship, Freira certainly won't waste her youth, she put those little flowers aside, wrapped her hands around the young man's neck, and happily offered her lips.

… Not to mention the fragrance in the carriage for the time being.

At the same time, the Seven Princes' Mansion, which had just dispersed the banquet, immediately welcomed new guests.

Unlike those high-class people who went to the banquet at noon, the guests who were led into the courtyard by the butler from the small door this time were either wearing hats or cloaks, for fear of being recognized.

There were about twenty or thirty people in their group, and the two who walked in the front were tall and short, one fat and one thin, so they were naturally more conspicuous.

"Which of you has the final say?"

As soon as the team entered the courtyard, Prince Schneider's voice suddenly sounded from the other side of the courtyard gate. At this moment, his expression was serious, and he did not have the kind appearance with a smile on his face at the banquet just now.

The tall man spoke, his voice childish, "My name is Granger Morningsong. ”

The short, thin man also spoke, his voice old and hoarse: "My name is Granger Twilight. ”

"So what? Who of you has the final say? ”

Twilight: "It doesn't count!" ”

Morning Song: "Boss Jermaine told us to introduce ourselves first when we met our own people." ”

“…”

Schneider gritted his teeth, so angry that he was almost speechless by these two idiots, but for the sake of the overall situation, he still had to swallow his anger for the time being

"What about you bosses?"

Twilight: "Lost!" ”

Morning Song: "We are sending people to fish from the sea!" ”