"The Underground Emperor? Of course I do! ”

It didn't take long for Oreo to begin his tirade.

The down-and-out aristocrat wore a wide, unpalatable trench coat that had been washed to the extreme, a tasteless top hat tucked under his arm, and the cane was even more miserable.

"You know, I used to live on Sixth Street, and I ran an antique store and a jewelry store, and I counted gold coins every day until my hands cramped, but then what? It's all to blame on that damn underground emperor, he took everything from me! ”

Hearing of this experience of sympathy, Rackmond felt a little more energetic, and he yawned, looking very sleepy.

"Who is that underground emperor?"

As if he hadn't heard him, Oreo took to himself to reminisce about the past.

"I'm so stupid, really. I knew that opening a casino was something that only locals would dare to do, but I was young and vigorous at the time, and I thought that I would dare to wrestle with those people. But then, the underground emperor pit me into nothing. If someone hadn't taken pity on me, I wouldn't have known in my life that the underground emperor actually lived on the back third street! ”

Speaking of euphoria, he couldn't help but take out the flask from his bosom, tilted his head and took a sip of wine, he continued.

"When I got to the back third street, I began to inquire about the underground emperor, whom I didn't call at the time—and I realized then how terrible his power really was.

Prostitutes, poppies, casinos, almost all the underground industries in Turin are under his control.

What's even more terrifying is that such a character actually succumbs to the back third street...... Do you know how I've been doing my last few years? ”

Rackmond had met Oreo a few times before, so he looked sympathetic and asked in a slow voice.

"There is only one emperor in Turin, and His Majesty Bedford will never allow an underground emperor to do evil in Turin. So, Lord Pravor, we will bring you justice, but only if you can point out to us the true identity of the Underground Emperor. ”

Looking directly into Rackmond's eyes, Oreo took a deep breath before speaking.

"He walks in the dark, and a little person like me can't see through the clouds where he's hiding, and even though I've heard too many rumors about him on Back Third Street, I really haven't seen him.

But ......"

Rackmond grew impatient.

"But nothing."

Oreo rolled his eyes, and the expression of a philistine appeared on his face.

"You know, the Black Queen Atifa is my wife, and Angelil is Atifa's sister, so I'm counting on selling Angelil to make the book......

If Lord Rackmond can release Angelyl, I will definitely lead you to the spokesman of the underground emperor. ”

"Oh."

Rackmond's eyes narrowed, he tried to see something in Oreo's face, but in the end he saw only the disgusting shrewdness of the lower class.

Seeing that Rackmond's face was not good, Reka took a half step forward, as if he wanted to blast this down-and-out nobleman out of here, but Rackmond said suddenly.

"Of course that's fine, but I'll have to make sure that the person you identified has no connection to the Underground Emperor."

"Uh......"

Oreo rubbed his hands together, his face full of embarrassment.

"Lord Rackmond, speaking of which, my surname is Pravor, and I vouch for my surname, the man I have identified is definitely the right-hand man of the Underground Emperor.

As for Angelyl...... She's got a competition in the morning, and you see it's almost dawn......"

"Huh,"

Rackmond waved his hand, and he said disdainfully, "Sheriff Reka, when Lord Pravor takes you to find that person, you will hand Angelelle to him." ”

Reka agreed with a complicated expression.

"Yes."

Before he could say anything, Oreo shouted.

"I said, I'll just say it, but I can't guarantee that he'll be in that room right now. I'll take you there now, Angelil's competition must not be delayed! ”

Rackmond lost interest, as Oreo seemed untrustworthy.

"Reka...... If Sheriff Reka is tired, then send someone with him, hoping that His Excellency Pravor can bring the underground emperor's minions over. ”

Reka replied energetically.

"Commander-in-chief, I'm fine, I'll take him over!"

With that, he pushed Oreo out of the office, swearing in his mouth.

"If you don't find someone, let alone Angelyl, you have to stay in prison for me!"

......

Sitting in the carriage, Reka yawned several times, and not only the prostitute, but he was also exhausted by the interrogation.

"What are you going to do, my friend?"

Oreo muttered.

"Angelil's competition must not be delayed, I wonder if I am here for soft or hard. I'm afraid that Rackmond won't let people go when it's soft, and it's feasible to come hard, but it takes time. ”

Reka asked in a low voice.

"How long does it take?"

Glancing back at the City Patrol Bureau, there was a dense crowd of thugs and prostitutes, and it seemed that they were planning to fight the pit to the end.

Retracting his gaze, Oreo sighed.

"Do you really think that these people are all I can instigate? I just gave them a message.

If there is a need for a larger-scale uprising, then the masses need stronger emotions, and emotions need events to trigger and time to brew.

I had a plan, and I didn't want to ruin something big because of Angelyl. ”

"Whew...... I don't know what you're talking about. ”

Reka closed her eyes and said tiredly, "If you're worried that Angelil won't be able to catch up with the competition, you should hurry up and be soft." ”

At the mention of Angelil, Oreo's face suddenly sank, and he said disappointedly.

"I really don't know what Angelyl was thinking."

Reka tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"A little girl her age is always a little rebellious."

Oreo sighed.

"Rebellion is rebellion, I have never criticized her so many times before, but this time it was too much, she didn't understand how serious the matter was, so she rushed into ......"

That's the end of the conversation.

With the hooves of the horses, a ray of morning sun paved behind the two men, dyeing the road orange-red.

Reka was half-asleep and napping, while Oreo was staring intently at the road ahead.

There is still a week to go until the celebration day, and it is a week in which an earth-shattering event will take place in Turin.

This is destined to happen, and all the ghosts want to profit from it.

My plan has been laid out for several days, but it is far from perfect.

As for the rest......

It can only be one step at a time.