When the Silver City World entered the winter, Desert Five remained the same. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThere are no four seasons here, only the unchanging red Gobi Desert. In the middle of the night, the streets of Wind Sand Castle are brightly lit and full of people. Looking up, colorful neon lights hung all over the roof, twinkling like stars.

At this moment, at the corner of the street, a hot girl is carrying a small gold-encrusted leather bag and stepping on red high heels, and walks down from a small building. She looked left and right for a moment, and then staggered to the bar across the street.

Through these days, Cyris Hiroth was able to get in touch with a supervisor of the Windsand Castle Mining Committee through a distant cousin who worked at the Wind Sand Castle Tax Office. After listening to her report, the other party asked her to meet at a nearby Big Rum Bar to discuss follow-up matters.

Ciris's distant cousin was reluctant to help with this, as the Shiros family was notoriously poor. Although they are the largest territorial nobles in the whole Sand City, they have always been unable to make ends meet financially and live a relatively poor life. And the reason for all this is that the successive heads of the Shiros family are very conservative, adhere to the military traditions of the ancient aristocracy, and are unwilling to develop commerce.

A poor relative who is neither rich nor old-fashioned is certainly not welcome. The reason why Cyrus's distant cousin was willing to help this was entirely for the sake of gifts worth of hardware coins.

A few minutes later, Ciris met the Mining Inspector introduced by his distant cousin at the Big Rum Bar. It was a middle-aged man with a fat belly, covered in fat, sitting there like a ball of meat stuffed in a seat.

As soon as he saw Cyris, the commissioner stood up with bright eyes, and while looking at her full breasts, he stretched out his large, black-haired hand to her.

"I'm He Xin, the supervisory commissioner of the Wind Sand Castle Mining Committee, beautiful young lady, and it's a pleasure to meet you." The middle-aged man introduced himself.

"Hello~" Cyris generously shook the fat commissioner's hand. Although she is very reluctant, in order to do things well, she can only sacrifice a little hue.

"Welcome to Wind Sand Castle, it's a bit dilapidated and the climate isn't great, but it's a great place to make a fortune." He Xin held Ciris's hand and said slowly, his fat face full of intriguing smiles.

"Yes~" Cyris smiled, and while the other party was stunned, he quietly withdrew his hand.

"Sit down, sit ......" He Xin came back to his senses and hurriedly greeted.

"Commissioner He, the incident that I reported to you last time ......," Cireus said with a slight hint after sitting down.

"Oh, that thing you said......" He Xin paused and said officially, "It is still being processed, and it needs to be reported to the committee, and then the group of old men will meet and discuss before the final arbitration can be made." ”

"How long will it take for the results to come to fruition?" Cyris asked straight to the point.

"Well...... He Xin pondered for a while and said, "It depends on the specific situation, you must know that that the group of old men has a lot of entertainment, and it is rare to get together for a meeting." ”

"Then ask the eldest brother for a lot of help." As he spoke, Cyris placed a bag of gold coins on the table and slowly pushed it over.

"This ...... I'm afraid it's a little difficult......" He Xin glanced at the money bag and slowly pushed it back.

"Big brother, how much do you need, make a price~" Cyris blinked and asked in a low voice.

"Girl, why can I come here because I want to make a friend......" He paused for a moment, his gaze stayed on Ciris's chest, and said meaningfully, "Since we are friends, it hurts to talk about money." ”

"What do you mean......," Cyris asked, hesitantly.

"I'm not interesting, I'll get drunk and take a break, and if I can't, I'll pat my ass and leave." He Xin turned his head, looked at the neon sign of the hotel outside the window, and hinted.

"Are you sure you can really eat it?" Cyris stared at him and said menacingly, "Aren't you afraid of breaking your stomach?" ”

"I don......'t know if I can eat it or not," He Xin glanced at Cirith and said with a smile, "I only know that Inspector Vic of the Sand Castle Garrison is my brother-in-law." ”

"It's so amazing~" Ciris grinned, his red lips were suddenly like fire, and his teeth were shining, and He Xin's whole person was stunned. Then, she slowly stood up, leaned forward slightly, revealing an astonishing chasm, and at the same time put away her money bag, and said slowly, "I will consider what you say." ”

"Okay, then I'll wait for good news." He Xin was stunned at first, then reacted and said with a smile on his face.

A few minutes later, Cyris returned to his office on the second floor of Raff's bakery. Looking at Quinn, who was squatting at the door and smoking, she suddenly became angry and yelled at him: "Fetch a basin of water for the old lady!" ”

"Why?" Quinn was startled, and with a shake of his hand, the cigarette butt fell to the ground, and then he turned his head and asked blankly.

"Wash your hands, can't you!" Cyris asked, wide-eyed.

"Okay, okay, let's go ......" Quinn quickly stood up and went to the bathroom on the side to fetch water.

A few hours later, Hagrid and Zhao Wenke came to the office and asked about the mine. Ciris told the two of them about her negotiations with Supervisor He Xin.

"Find someone to kill him." Hagrid clenched his fists, slammed the table, and said in a deep voice.

"Don't be impulsive, even if you change the commissioner, the result will be the same, this is the unspoken rule of Wind Sand Castle, we can't change that." Zhao Wenke said.

"So what to do?" Hagrid asked, frowning.

"Why are we complaining about them instead of them complaining about us?" Zhao Wenke suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Hagrid wondered.

"As far as I know, there are quite a few demon wanderers on the edge of the human-controlled zone." Zhao Wenke prompted.

"This ......" Hagrid thought for a moment, and quickly understood what Zhao Wenke meant. Whoever wants to ask for justice from the official presiding officer of the Wind Sand Castle will have to pay the price of staying enough. Since the other party does not follow the rules, they can do the same.

While everyone was discussing the matter, twenty-four gun salutes rang out from the Deep Water Prison. This is the highest courtesy to welcome guests in the Silver City World, and it can only be done when the Pope of the Temple is present, or when the Marshal returns in triumph, or when the annual meeting of the World Parliament is held.

In the long salute, a super-large aircraft with a golden body slowly flew in the morning light, hovering over the ancient castle. Subsequently, several small hovercraft flew out of the aft cabin and landed on the tarmac at the top of the castle in turn.

At this moment, the warden was wearing a black dress and bow tie, and led the three Holy Rank Elders, as well as the high-level officials and honor guards of the Deep Water Prison, lined up in two columns on the tarmac, waiting for the arrival of the VIPs.

In the silence, a heroic figure appeared in their sight. She wore a glorious knight's cuirass, a long sword with a golden pattern hanging from her waist, a white garment like snow, a shawl like fire, and a golden cross embroidery, like a god from a myth.

When she appeared, all she heard was the sound of "brushing" in unison, and everyone curtsied. Although she had not yet entered the Temple and officially ascended the throne as Pope, the Silver City World had recognized her status and received her with the highest rites everywhere.

"Welcome to the Templar Princess!" Led by the warden, everyone shouted in unison.

"May the Light be with you." Yugo Lombal bowed back and said loudly.

At this time, in the lower cell, the iron slag who heard the salute rolled over from the bed and sat up, stunned for a moment, and then got up and tidied up his clothes. As he expected, twenty minutes later, he was taken out by the prison guards and into the interrogation room.

After the prison guards left, there were only two people left in the room. With her back to him, her hands behind her waist, she looked up at the small window above the interrogation room, and did not speak for a long time.

I haven't seen you for a long time, and looking at that familiar figure, it's like a world away.

"Are you okay?" He wanted to say hello, but he was blocked in his chest. It was only then that he realized that he could not hate her at all, even if she broke his heart with a single shot.

"Is it your tradition of Norses to deceive women?" In silence, she suddenly turned her head and asked as she stared into his eyes. The gaze was aggressive and hateful.

"Uh......" Faced with her questioning, Iron Slag was speechless.

"Don't tell me, the glory of your ancestors is to deceive a young girl who is not deeply involved in the world, and then achieve ulterior purposes." She stretched out her white hand and said, "Give me back the Thunderhammer, and our grudge will be written off." ”

"You are the ones who have robbed us of our holy relics." Iron Slag said with reason.

"That's right, it's the spoils we won through the war, if you have the ability, grab it back with dignity, instead of relying on some conspiracy and trickery, pretending to be clever and ......" When he said the last sentence, You Ge deliberately lengthened his voice, and the hint in it was self-evident.

"Uh......" Iron Slag was again speechless.

"Barbarians who eat raw meat in straw skirts, bedbugs who love to snore in their sleep, give me back your things!" You Ge turned over, jumped onto the long table, and then crossed his waist with one hand and pointed at him with the other, announcing condescendingly. The reddish face and angry expression actually added a bit of cuteness.

"I'll admit you've got a point......" Iron Slag spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and said lightly, "but so what? Does it have anything to do with me? Can it be eaten as a meal? ”

"Shameless! Bad apple! You Ge gritted his teeth and scolded angrily.

"Did you know me on the first day?" Iron Slag suddenly grinned and said.

"Boom!"

With a crisp hum, You Ge drew his sword out of its sheath, pointed it downwards at him, and threatened in a deep voice: "I'll give you one last chance, hand over the thunder hammer, and I'll let you go." ”

Looking at the bright sword blade, Iron Slag didn't say anything, just slowly closed his eyes. From the moment he stepped into Furnace Town, he didn't think about leaving alive.