Saron was shocked and angry: "How can it be you, how can it be you, aren't you dead?"

It was Ibn Khaldun.

Ibn Khaldun, rector of Nehr University and vice-governor of Nehr, was assassinated in the City Theatre just one day after taking office.

The mastermind behind the scenes is none other than Saron. He instructed his men to do this, and then, in the box, he watched as three crossbow arrows shot him.

There's no way you're going to survive that kind of injury. I, Sarong, have been fighting for more than twenty years, how can I even be wrong about this!

However, this old fellow in front of him, this old fellow with a blue face and a silent face, is indeed Ibn Khaldun!

Liars, you liars, are all using me, deceiving me! No, I will never admit defeat!

Saron jerked out his waist knife and slashed at the old fellow's neck.

With a single blow, the human head flew up and hit the ceiling, and blood sprayed all over the ground.

Salon nervously laughed: "You miscalculated, you miscalculated! This kind of hole card, how can it be shown casually! What other means do you have, what other means do you have!"

Both of Saron's men were stupefied.

Bwasher frowned at the blood everywhere, beckoned to one of Saron's men, and whispered a few words to him, who was confused, but walked away quickly.

Saron roared: "What are you going to do!"

"Well, my lord, Governor Baschel said that there was a car at the door, and there were several guests waiting to meet you. ”

Saron thrust his waist knife into the ground and sneered, "Come, let them all come!"

Soon, the guests entered, dressed like the Lieutenant Governor who had just been killed, with hats and face cloths. Saron stared at him coldly.

As soon as the man took off his hat and removed his face cloth, Salon was so shocked that he almost flipped over, and it was Ibn Khaldun again!

There was the head of Ibn al-Haldun rolling on the ground, and the headless body was still on the side, and the blood had not yet been drained.

Salong raised his knife to slash, but put it down again.

This one was exactly the same as the one that had been cut down just now, his face was also pale, his eyes were straight, and he didn't say a word.

Saron stared for a moment and asked Whitescher, "Puppet?"

"Yes, flesh golems, living golems, you can continue to chop them, there's a whole cart out there. Bai Sher endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, "It's cut down, I'll send another car." ”

The knife in Saron's hand fell weakly to the ground.

Hit the plan.

After thousands of calculations, I didn't expect that there was a problem in this step.

The one who was assassinated was just a stand-in, and the real Ibn Khaldun had already run away.

Saron muttered, "How could it be, how could it be ......"

"There were six sages who followed His Majesty Faruq in rebuilding Nehr in the belly of Kunshabi, including the ancestor of Lord Sarong, the chief of Julia, Kroni, and the ancestor of Lord Ibn Khaldun, the chief of the Holy Mosque of Paghda, Berkamaktini. ”

The muscles in Salon's face twitched, "I see. Flesh puppet, it's a technique passed down from his ancestors, right?"

"Very immature, flesh puppets can't speak, have no feelings, and can only make simple movements. But fortunately, there is no problem with appearance, and in the dark theater, it is enough to deceive the killer. Lord Ibn Haldun had been on the lookout for assassination for a long time, but he didn't know when it would take place. Later, he received an early warning from the loyal people, so he disguised himself as a dung digger in the toilet and escaped, leaving only a stand-in. ”

Saron's voice was hoarse: "And then I held back until I cleared all my opponents, and then I stood up at this most critical time and gave me a fatal blow, right?"

Bai Sher did not answer this question, and was silent for a moment, and said, "I would like to ask Lord Sarong, since the conflict between the Yulias and the Ara has been revealed during the reign of His Majesty Farrog, why did your ancestors give up their lives to follow?"

Saron sneered: "The Ara people are just a group of liars, you trick us into serving, serving for you, paying taxes and taxes, but in the end, you don't even have the qualifications to be human!"

"You didn't understand my question. If your ancestors were able to be co-rulers of the Jurians, they must have been quite knowledgeable, and did they not know hatred and prejudice? I ask again, why did he follow the Caliph of the Alabids, or was he willing to follow the despised, apparently different in appearance from humans, just because the caliph was more deceiving?"

Saron was silent.

"Actually, you know the answer, but if you admit it, it will shake your resolve to take revenge on the Arabis The hatred between the two peoples has been going on for thousands of years, and they are tired and tired and do not want to continue any longer. I think it is precisely because of this that the chief of Kroni understands this, he will do his best to support His Majesty Faruger within the scope of his ability, hoping to find a way to save the peninsula and the people of Juria. Look at the sky, and then look at the earth. ”

Saron looked up, and above his head was an eerie color of blood, which was the luster of the stomach wall of the distant Kunshabi under the light of the stone lamp. Beneath his feet was a brilliant silvery-white, all-metal building that stood wordlessly, confronting the terrifying blood.

"This is the kingdom of heaven in hell," he sighed. Today, here and now, we finally hold the power to change our destiny. I hope that we can put aside our hatred and go together to the holy steps of the gods, whether that god is called Kara or Yihehua. ”

Saron sneered: "Okay, leave the technology to the Yulia, see what miracles we can create, and see how we clean up you damn Arrabi!"

"Wake up, Saron. We already have such a powerful ability to transform nature, why do we still have a vendetta against each other for a mouthful of food, a bowl of water, and a gold coin? If we reach this point and still cling to the hatred of the past, it can only mean one thing, you are paving the way for your own ascension under the guise of national righteousness. ”

Saron's blood-red eyes glared at Bai Sher and he didn't speak.

"You can choose to continue to fight against 'us'," he raised his hand and drew a large circle, enveloping Saron's two men, "This is your freedom, but how much power do you have at hand, how many lives do you have to squander? Also, do you think that Lord Hassan will leave these advanced technologies to you? His research in alchemy is simply not the same era as ours." Even if it's in front of you, you may not understand it!"

Saron was silent again.

"Outside, you are wanted by the Ali Baba Regiment and Paghda, and I don't know who else will support you after all the calamities you have brought to both the Arabis and the Julias, and here you are equally powerless, and later today, no matter what you do, Lieutenant Governor Ibn Khaldun will show up, and you will still be only a staff member, only a junior official who honestly takes the path of promotion and denigration, and you will be kicked out of the decision-making circle. You've got nowhere to go. ”

The corners of Saron's mouth twitched nervously.

"Not only that, even your subordinates may not be willing to stay here to bury you. ”

Saron looked at two of his men, one of them, his gaze already wandering.

"You...... What is there to say. ”

"Lord Saron, I'm ...... Suddenly...... Homesick. ”

Another of his subordinates was furious: "I slaughtered you capricious villain!"

"Stop!" Salon said tiredly as he raised his hand to stop their infighting. Go down, go down, do whatever you want. ”

"Your Excellency!"

"Obey orders. ”

"Yes. ”

Bai Sher gave a light high-five: "Wise choice." ”

"Don't think I'm throwing in the towel. ”

"Of course, you still have a chance. You're going to say that your hidden henchmen can cause chaos, you can steal technology, you can stay and be the leader of the remnants, right? Tell you, it won't work. ”

Saron's lips trembled.

Bai Sher sighed softly: "You are a smart person, you know the answer to the question, but you can't say it, so let me tell you." Lord Hassan didn't want to leave the technology to you at first, but then he thought about it and said, it doesn't matter if it is left to you. A closed environment, a group of cowards who don't have the courage to connect with reality and change it, a paranoid and narrow-minded leader who only has hatred in his heart, and still expect a counterattack? Give you ten years, ten years if ten years is not enough, twenty years, and if twenty years is not enough, fifty years. Fifty years later, Araba, freed from division and fanaticism, has already embarked on a new path, when the time comes, even epic creatures will be prostrate at the feet of humanity! ”

Saron's head hung limply.

The other party is right, there is no chance of winning.

Why did I lose, why did I lose? Is it just because of last-minute laxity?

Bai Sher seemed to see what he was thinking, and said softly: "Personally, I actually admire you. With a few subordinates, lurking in a strange city full of dangers, and fighting to this point on your own, you are very strong, very strong. But you still lose. Conspiracy, after all, is not an opponent of absolute strength. Where does absolute strength come from? It comes from an understanding that transcends the times, indomitable courage, and determination to never hesitate!"

Saron slowly raised his head: "Tell me, what will be the future of the Yulian people?"

"You will become a legal citizen of the new Arabic Empire, enjoy the same rights as the Arabs, pay the same taxes, build your own church, and be allowed to preach freely. ”

"No way, you're lying to me. ”

"The new empire should have such self-confidence and bearing. Whether it is the system, the ideology, or the religion, we are confident that we can do our best. You don't know that while you're sneaking here, there's already more than one of the Julians out there who have sacrificed their lives for the new empire. ”

"Those people in the Council of Elders are cowards and fools, they will do nothing but sell the interests of the nation!"

"Now the leader of the Julia is Larbin. ”

Salong was stunned, and then burst into laughter, and he looked up to the sky and laughed for a full minute.

"Okay, very good, very good! I can actually subdue that guy, okay, I lost, I admit it, I obey!"

Bai Sher looked at him with some sympathy and reminded softly: "Actually, you can choose to live peacefully as an ordinary person, in some inconspicuous corner of the new empire, and see the future of the Yulia with your own eyes. I promise no one will bother you. ”

Saron smiled and nodded, "Thank you." But I'm rotten, and I don't have the right to live with you hateful fellows—have I been humiliated by you, and I have to humiliate myself again? Haha, that's it, that's it, maybe, the new era, it's really coming, it's really coming! Farewell. ”

"No matter what, we always respect your perseverance and talent, and I am waiting for you to change your mind at the new Doge's Palace. ”

This time Saron didn't even bother to say anything, just smiled and nodded.

White Sher turned to leave, and behind him, Saron silently picked up the waist knife on the ground.

There was a thud, and blood splattered.

Surprised, Usher turned around and saw Saron with his sword in his hand and his men weeping bitterly.

Saron raised a hand weakly: "Forever...... Other...... I'm familiar with it...... ...... Defended Everything!"

At this time, the sound of a tsunami was heard outside, and it was the Viceroy of Ibn Khaldun who appeared in the new governor's palace, causing cheers from the people.

Bai Sher silently watched Saron's lifeless body, stood still for a moment, then turned to go out the door, and gently closed the door.

An old era, over.