At 7:45 p.m., Isabella sent a message.

"Dark, I found something interesting in the wall at the bottom of the Black Prison, which the Slime Scout just discovered. It has to do with Ibn al-Haldun. Also, I think I know what that flame circle seal is. ”

"Speak of Ibn al-Haldun. ”

"Who has ever heard of the name Mark Tinney?"

"He was the most learned Burca of His Majesty Faruq, who presided over the compilation and revision of the Commentary on the Book of Babel, and was also a master alchemist, one of the five sages who followed His Majesty Farug in the founding of Nehel: Voltaire, the leader of the Mensaro, Croni, the leader of the Julias, Sabah, the leader of the Asassin, Flammel, the alchemist of Doland, and him. ”

"Ibn al-Haldun is a descendant of Maktinian. From about a hundred years ago, the descendants of Marktini turned from religious affairs to educational careers, in accordance with the wishes of their ancestors. ”

"What do you mean?"

"It means that Ibn al-Khaldun is not as simple as we think, and he has his own knowledge of Nehr and alchemy. Moreover, after the Five Sages, such a title is quite useful. ”

"What is the impact on the current situation?"

"It doesn't make a big difference, I just think it might work for you. ”

"Well, it doesn't seem to have a major impact now, another thing?"

Isabella didn't respond in the public newsletter, but said in the team chat: "Dark, the guy who was sealed by the Flame Circle is recorded in Marktinney's diary, it's the Steel Rock Slime. ”

Duck was surprised and delighted: "Steel Rock Slime?

"Marktinny's diary mentions that it is a powerful, alien creature with almost endless earth-based magical powers, and it has rudimentary intelligence. Later, it was ensnared by its thirst for wind-based magical energy, but it was difficult to understand how to use it, and in the end it had to be besieged with a fire-based magic circle. ”

"Similar to George's idea, can you reproduce that circle?"

"No problem. ”

"That's great, Lara, unleash the Cruel Angels, go slaughter Saron, bring the Steel Rock Slime, and we'll go home. ”

Isabella sneered, "Duck, now is not the time to joke! ”

"What?"

"Poor girls, I use the Psychic Tower to treat them. They said I was an avenging angel sent by Kara, and that I was willing to sell my soul to me so that I could avenge them. ”

"Oh, Your Highness the Black Prison Princess, how about letting your Nemesis team be a little more honest and don't make a mess?"

"Nasty. ”

After sending Isabella away, White Usher said, "Mr. Harrik, can we put pressure on the city now?"

"It's okay to defend, but it's not okay to attack, and besides, the chaos hasn't started yet, and we intervene by force, and it's in Salon's arms, think about what he will say then?"

"But, but, those people ......"

"There's no way around it, let's focus on the theater. ”

As the two were talking, the Scout Bee suddenly sent back an image, and Ibn Khaldun left the box and headed for the toilet, Saron following without leaving an inch.

Everyone suddenly became nervous: "There is a situation!"

Ibn Khaldun did not know that he was being stared at by countless pairs of eyes, and made a joke as he walked: "Why, you are not old yet, you can't hold it back?"

Saron smiled awkwardly: "The plot was too tense just now, and I was fascinated to watch, so this relaxation will ......"

Anything that is obsessed with relaxation is fake;

Saron felt a little helpless in his heart, and the available power was still too little. Staring at the old guy to go to the toilet actually wants me to do it myself, it's really a girl.

But if you don't do it, what if the old guy pees out?

When I walked to the door of the toilet, I found that there were already seven or eight people in front.

Salon wondered, what was going on? When I asked, I found out that the pipe inside was blocked, the dung bucket was full, and the dung diggers had been in for a long time.

Now the people lined up here are all characters with heads and faces, and the officials who can't hold back have already gone outside the theater to squeeze the public toilet with Pei Jiamin.

Someone was impatient and shouted, "Are you done?" I haven't moved for a long time, and I'm going to sleep in it tonight?"

The group was about to break down the door, and one of them came out and shouted, "There is only one pit left!

The crowd rushed up.

Saroon was angry from his heart: "Let the adults go first!"

Everyone was stunned, only to find that the new deputy governor had arrived, and hurriedly gave way.

Ibn al-Khaldun's face turned eggplant-colored, and he was not polite, but thanked him. Saron followed and rushed in, but was stopped by an official next to him: "My lord, you ...... Can you queue up?"

In terms of official positions, the chief of staff is considered a popular person in front of the governor and deputy governor, but is the secretary of the chief of staff, hehe, you also deserve to cut in line?

Saron said angrily: "I'm in a hurry!"

The man smiled: "Who is not in a hurry?"

Someone sneered with a gun and a stick: "It's just one bit, what can I do if I go in? What kind of pose do you have to pose?"

There was a burst of laughter all around.

Salon looked at the people around him who were not reluctant, and he was helpless for a while, anyway, it was just this small door, the window could only be used for ventilation, and people would definitely not be able to get out, as long as the door was blocked, the old guy would definitely not be able to escape. Just wait.

The old guy really saved a lot of and urine, and it took fifteen minutes, and the second act started, and it hasn't come out yet.

As soon as the toilet door rang, the dung digger came out with two large buckets of dung: "Okay, let's go." ”

Everyone let the dung diggers rush up, and when the chaotic sound turned into a sparse and cheerful sound, the old guy came out with his trouser belt, and walked towards the box without saying a word, his face was not very good-looking, and he was blue.

When Saron saw it, he hurriedly followed, and there was an official behind him who was almost stupid, and he didn't forget to tease: "Hey, man, it's not on?"

Saron glared at him indignantly, silent.

That official didn't have his kind of self-cultivation, so he smiled and said to his partner behind him: "See? This guy, ascension is just around the corner. ”

"It's not! I don't leave an inch, my goods are all going back, and I can't accept it. ”

Lao Tzu is a big man, and he doesn't know as much as you like the officialdom mud of the flies and dogs.

Ibn al-Haldun's face was not good-looking, and without saying a word, he entered the box, sat down, and watched the play.

"My lord, my lord?" said Saron, who called tentatively, but the old man still had a stinky expression on his face, ignoring him.

Hmph, a soak of and urine, spilling the official authority? Look at that iron-blue dead face, could it be that someone was ** inside?

Forget it, it's a dead commodity anyway, and let him be proud. Saron sat down in the corner of the black hole, quietly waiting for the final hour to come.

Salong is the most famous warrior of the Julia to be on a par with Ralbin, and his senses are keen, even in the dark.

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open.

Half past eight, every minute and second.

Like a ghost, the visitor quietly sneaked into the room, standing very far back, right in the blind spot. Avoided everyone's gaze, including Saron.

The drums and trumpets on the stage were deafening, and huge fireworks burst into the night sky, dazzling the eyes of high-ranking officials with a strong flash.

"Hum. ”

"Hum. ”

"Hum. ”

The swift and faint sound of the bee's wings flapped three times, and Ibn al-Khaldun's body shook three times in succession, and he fell limply on the back of his chair.

The killer put away his crossbow and quickly left the room, closing the door as he left.

There are no mistakes.

Perfect assassination.

The smell of blood quietly spread, but the sound of dogs and horses over the years had already hollowed out the bone marrow of the high-ranking officials, and their senses had already become extremely dull, and no one noticed that the floor under the vice-governor had accumulated into a pool of blood.

The smell of blood, to Saron, is like the fragrance of fine wine.

It's a pity that the last conscience of this city has been put on the altar of national rejuvenation by me.

Farewell, the shortest-lived lieutenant governor in history.

Farewell, the last hiding place of the Arabis O Nehr, you will soon be my base for the conquest of the peninsula!