"High Priest, it's time to take your medicine. ”

A servant held the medicine bowl in both hands, hunched at the waist, and his upper body almost parallel to the ground, speaking respectfully.

In addition to the two servants in the room, there were also the former high priest of Atlas, Tezomuk, and a personable young man in white, who were talking about the traditional Atlas sculpture art style, chatting with relish.

Lying on the sickbed, Tezomuk smiled at the man in white in front of him, "Mr. Rohr, it seems that you have to wait, I will drink the medicine first—what a faux pas." ”

The young man in white said, "Please, I happen to be free today." Can I wait here if it's convenient?"

"Of course, it couldn't be better. ”

It couldn't be better.

The corners of the servant's mouth curled in an eerie arc.

Drink it, old man who has no use value. Drinking it, the hidden danger of Lord Kuroma is completely eliminated. In addition, this young Dorand man happened to be here, and the suspicion of murder happened to fall on his head!

The Dorlanders have poisoned the former High Priest of Atlas, the successors of the old fellows of the military, and you can continue to fight for the glory of the kingdom!

Tezomuk picked up the pitch-black medicinal soup, looked at it and said, "It seems, it's thick?"

The servant was not in a hurry: "This time I added a little less water, and the boiling time was a little longer, so it was thicker." ”

"There's a little more stuff in there, right?"

The servant chuckled in his heart, but did not dare to answer, bowed his head and lowered his hands, and stood honestly, like a wooden carving.

Tezomuk smiled: "Kuruma is in a hurry, I want to solve the problem." He seemed to see that I had the only way to go. It's a pity that he is the one who has lost the way. ”

The servant remained silent and did not move.

"What a rat-eyed guy. Tezomuk sighed, "His eyes are only on the interests of the priests. Even if he had won and established a state entirely dominated by priests, he would still not be able to escape the fate of Gutnotiran. What do you say, Mr. Rohr?"

The young man known as Rohr smiled humbly: "Then I will be ugly." IMHO, the production capacity of Atlas today is not as good as that of Gutnotiran three thousand years ago. In particular, in the development and utilization of land, it is impossible to tap the full potential and feed a larger population. Neither the priestly clique nor the military class could solve this problem. Primitive polytheistic worship combined with an authoritarian Kuruma, the future Atlas is likely to be reduced to a loose, huge tribal confederation. ”

The servant ignored Luoer's words and said, "High priest, you better drink the medicine quickly, you are well, everyone is well." ”

Tezomuk laughed: "It should be said that I am dead, Kuruma is fine! ”

Luo Er was startled, raised his hand to stop, but was gently pushed away by Tezomuk: "Don't worry, damn it, you must die, you don't deserve to die, you can't die if you want to." As he spoke, he drank the black medicinal soup and smiled, "Look, I'm fine." ”

The servant was dumbfounded.

This is the poison that Master Kuruma personally configured, not to mention a human, even a cow, drinking a bowl will bleed from seven holes, how can this old guy be fine?

Tezomuk laughed: "It seems that Kuruma thinks he has the chance to win, and he doesn't need me anymore." Don't forget, I've been in this position much longer than he is. He can do his hand and foot in the medicine, can't I change the medicine? Don't tremble, I won't kill you, go and tell Kuruma, with me, Atlas can't mess up. ”

The servant's whole body trembled like chaff, and he turned and walked tremblingly, and before he could take three steps, he was stabbed in the back and knocked to the ground.

Tezomuk sighed: "There is more than one careerist. Young man, the man behind you, I know, Cheberkeley only has a little cleverness and ruthlessness, not even as good as Kuruma, and to be the king of Atlas, this ability is far from enough. ”

Another servant who stabbed Kuruma sneered and said: "Two lords, the incompetent priests have no meaning except to distort the will of the sun god for personal gain, the real power should be a country directly ruled by the military, how about we join forces and get rid of Kuruma?"

Rohr laughed and said, "High Priest, it seems that I have seen something terrible, after an attempted coup d'état, there is another coup d'état?"

Tezomuc smiled bitterly: "All this shows that Atlas is following the old path of Gutnotiran." Rohrl—No, Mr. Royce, if it weren't for your help, if we hadn't planned in advance, I'm afraid that the sad song of 3,000 years ago would be played again. ”

The servant said viciously: "Two, no matter what you say, the situation is irreversible! The rebellious Kuruma and his henchmen plotted to kill the generals of the four legions, and then, this conspirator was killed by Lord Cheberkeley! Lord Cheberkeley will come forward to stabilize the situation, and then, become the ruler of the Atlas! Both, you can only cooperate, or else," he coldly glanced at Kuruma's men, who were lying in a pool of blood, their hands and feet still twitching, "This is what will happen to you." ”

"Oh, we're so scared," Royce laughed, "the venerable High Priest of Kuruma turned out to be a villain with evil intentions, and General Cheberkeley was actually a conspirator who had been lurking for a long time and took the opportunity to commit rebellion? Think about it, what kind of blow would be done to the people of Atlas when this news spreads! They would not know who to trust and who to follow! If Kuruma's plan could keep the people alive, Cheberkeley's stupid plan would ruin the whole of Atlas!"

The servant took a step back: "You talk nonsense!"

Royce's eyes were cold: "Am I talking nonsense? Then you tell me, with Che Berkeley's ability and prestige, can he mobilize any of the four major legions? Can he suppress the leaderless priest group after Kuruma's death? Can he raise his arms and make the Atlas people loyal to him? I tell you, arson is easy and difficult to extinguish, once chaos breaks out, he can't control the situation, and the first person he pushes out to cut off his head and calm the anger of all parties is you stupid and short-sighted minions!"

The servant sneered: "It's useless to say anything now, since the two of you are unwilling to cooperate, then you have to ...... Ugh!"

The starlight flashed, and the servant was slashed by Royce's throat.

Royce wiped the blood on the servant's corpse with a smile, and said, "You actually sent such a soft-footed shrimp to kill us, the cards in Cheberkeley's hand are not as good as Kuruma, High Priest, what should we do next?"

Tezomuk laughed: "Your plan is perfect, you still need to ask me? This world is the world of you young people." ”

"You've won a prize. ”

"High Priest, High Priest!" A rapid shout came from far and near, and the sound of noisy footsteps came, and a dozen heavily armed temple warriors pushed the door open, led by none other than Yupanki's friend, the Black Panther warrior Bakurata, and behind him, Barack, who was also disguised as a temple warrior.

"What's wrong, don't panic, speak slowly. ”

Bakurata glanced at the two corpses on the ground and said, "Kuruma invited the leaders of the four legions to a banquet and murdered them, and before he could reach out to the army, Cheberkeli launched another mutiny, declaring Kuruma a sinner and an unclean person, and now the whole city is searching for Kuruma's henchmen and all the priests!"

Tezomuc sighed, "This Cheberkeley is really fast, Mr. Royce, we should also make a move, let the Colossus of the Sun God speak." ”