A few days ago.

When the dragon power of the ninth-level arcane enveloped Cold Wind City, the eyes of the absolute superior were fixed on the earth, and the souls of the entire city were suppressed. There is no sorrow, no joy, no fear, only the brain is blank, like a firefly compared to the scorching sun, very dazed.

Except for those who looked directly up close, the whole city, from the chief wizard to the common people, only knew that their hearts palpitated for a few seconds, as if time had stopped. A few seconds later, business as usual, rumbling was heard from the west of the city, and the fortress of the Inspectorate was blown down.

The wizards could sense the violent fluctuations of the magic web, and the arcane magic that was being cast and operated was instantly out of control. Their instinctive fears were raised, but the web quickly subsided. Like a stone falling on the surface of the water, the splash is big, but in the blink of an eye, there are only a few ripples.

The rebel forces led by the elder Arad were busy besieging the City Lord's Mansion of the Longleg Family, and the few seconds of change failed to attract much attention. At most, they sent someone to check on them a few hours after the fact, and the reward was ......

The fortress of the Inspectorate is in ruins, and the Abyssal Sacrifice El is nowhere to be found. Victor. Ignoring the warnings of the Arad family, Hugo forcibly took control of the west of the city, but there was no follow-up.

"The Inspectorate's gang of cultists died so quickly?" On the side of the barricade outside the city lord's mansion, old Arad glanced at the west of the city a few times, and his attention to Zhou Qingfeng was only there. He occupies a mansion outside the mansion, where rebellious nobles and wizards are under command.

They say they are under command, but in fact they are just quarrelling. The arrogant aristocratic knights, the chief wizards of the Qing Gao, the slick wealthy businessmen, a group of people are no different from the greedy uncles and aunts in the vegetable market, and they are blushing for some interests.

In the midst of the tight siege, the Longlegs family also sent representatives. The former leader of the wizarding order, Old Bank, and the captain of the City Lord's Guard, Exxon, angrily scolded the rebellion at the table, and divided the relationship between the rebels, and made the request of the Longlegs family.

After arguing for a day and a night, there was no result, so the two sides fought a few more times. When he couldn't move anymore, he sat down at the negotiating table and continued to argue.

The difficulty of the Long-legged family is that they are few in number, and the descendants who were placed outside the city after the rebellion either did not receive the information, or did not come at all. Once the main body of the family loses power, there will also be internal divisions.

The old Arad side was itself divided, and even contradictory. If it weren't for Zhou Qingfeng acting as the glue to bring them together, although this rebellion would still happen, there would be more 'wall grass', and it would soon be suppressed.

After three days of repeated tossing, Zhou Qingfeng began to organize the excavation of the secret room under the ruins of the Supervision Department, and once again reconnected and gathered the originally dismissed personnel. The two sides inside and outside the City Lord's Mansion couldn't fight, but they hadn't come out with a result yet.

Every day, the two sides gathered in a house outside the city lord's mansion at nine o'clock in the morning. They are constantly attacking each other, drawing divisions, insulting and ridiculing, and every three sentences they will have an indescribable relationship with the women of the other family.

At about eleven o'clock, everyone will make a truce depending on the physical factors, and at the same time agree to have a 'non-violent language arts workshop' in the afternoon, racking their brains to prove that the other party is disgusting, obscene and shameless, and that living in the world is a waste of food, and it is better to commit suicide and apologize.

Zhou Qingfeng supervised the ruins of the Supervision Department, and waited for a few days before the two gangs of people who were afraid of death came up with a result. He had to be there in person, standing at the door and staring at both sides.

As soon as this lord appeared, the quarreling venue instantly fell silent.

"Quarrel, keep arguing." Zhou Qingfeng glared, "What you can't get on the battlefield, you can expect to get it at the negotiation table?" You've been arguing for days, why don't you drown your opponent with spit? ”

The negotiation hall was full of messes. Confetti, broken bottles, broken tables and chairs, the chandelier on the roof were all crooked, and a few candles barely hung on the candlestick, shaking when the wind blew.

As soon as Zhou Qingfeng came, everyone at the venue was blindsided for a few seconds. Then everyone pointed at him and scolded: "Boy, you didn't do this now?" ”

That's right, if it weren't for Uncle Zhou making trouble, the situation in Cold Wind City wouldn't be so bad. He was like an accelerant, turning what was once a small flame into a raging flame.

Cut ....., Zhou Qingfeng sneered, his eyes swept between Old Arad and Old Bank, "If you still want to quarrel, continue to quarrel, I won't accompany you." ”

"Wait." Old Arad and Old Banker shouted in unison. They all understand that at this point, it is important to find a suitable solution as soon as possible.

The longer it drags on, the more inevitable it will be that the Longlegs will split within the family, and the rebel forces may fall apart at any time. This bane must be pulled into the negotiations, even if this kid is like a poisonous cup of wine, he has to pinch his nose and drink it at the moment.

"Your Excellency Hugo, why don't you draw up a negotiation plan." Old Arad thought that Zhou Qingfeng was on his own side, as long as his offer was not too outrageous, he would accept it.

Old Banker hated Zhou Qingfeng to the core, but as long as the latter could put forward a 'reasonable' plan, he couldn't consider it. After all, the long-legged family can't afford to drag it.

Zhou Qingfeng sneered again, "The Longleg Family handed over half of the territory to the winner. The victor allowed the Longlegs family to take their personal belongings from the castle lord's mansion. Wouldn't that be nice. Anyway, all I need is Fabro's territory. ”

The plan was simple, but Old Arad and Old Banker whispered at the same time, "This is impossible. ”

Let the Longlegs hand over half of the territory, it's better to let Fils. Long legs die immediately. And let the Long-legged family take away all the belongings of the City Lord's Mansion, wouldn't the 'rebels' be doing it for nothing?

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, turned around and left.

The two gangs will continue to quarrel, but in the end, the plan must be similar to what he proposed. He didn't want to or could not continue to intervene in the strife within Coldwind City, and grabbing Fabro's territory was already a huge gain.

The Abyss Sacrifice El hangs, and the mystery of the Imasca civilization remains unsolved. The goddess of the dark night, Sha'er, descended, drove the evil insect Cavos back to the abyss, and easily promoted Zhou Qingfeng to level five.

For adventurers, every fifth level is a hurdle. Stepping on the fifth level, Zhou Qingfeng's soul turned red, and he was truly the number one person. Before that, he couldn't even sell his soul for a few dollars.

Compared to the passionate Angelis, Sha'er, who represents night and shadow, is much more indifferent. The goddess came and went, and she didn't have time to talk a few words. Zhou Qingfeng knew that his pleasance was not complete.

On the virtual screen of the quest information, 'Trial of the Goddess - The Secret of Coldwind City' disappears and is replaced by 'Trial of the Goddess - Shadow and Frost'.

Just looking at this title, Zhou Qingfeng's head is as big as a fight.

'Shadow', needless to say, refers to Sha'er, the goddess of the night.

What about 'Frost'? It should be the frost goddess Auruel, a fickle and vain god with a heart as cold as ice. She likes to freeze mortals to death in the ice and snow with the illusion of softness and comfort.

The bitter cold of the Northland, this is the base camp of the Frost Goddess. Aulul has a large number of followers in Coldwind City, and is the largest force in the area. Asking Zhou Qingfeng to make trouble here to find trouble with the Frost Goddess is simply tired.

But if you don't take this task, you can't do it.

The Longlegs family is the patron of the Frost Goddess, and the City Lord's Mansion in Coldwind City is the church of the Frost Goddess. The long-legged family retaliated afterwards and would definitely not let Zhou Qingfeng go.

Leaving from the negotiation venue outside the City Lord's Mansion, Zhou Qingfeng tightened his leather coat.

It's winter in the Northlands, and the cold wind screams endlessly, like a surging hatred of frost, like a blade. He exhaled into the fog and looked up at the sun in the sky.

In life, there are unavoidable troubles every day.