For outsiders, walking through the streets of Bartow is not a pleasant experience.

Even in the shadows, the temperature is unbearably high. Dry, dreary, sulfur-smelling winds swirled along the streets, rolling up garbage and dust on the ground. Muhadi pulled up his turban and covered his mouth and nose, revealing only his eyes. It's not a good thing to be too high-profile in this place. There are often evil creatures in the alleys, and according to Barthez's concept, as long as you don't get caught, you don't break the rules.

Everywhere he went, his eyes were on the Psychic Warlock. The red eyes of the Barthez devils were undisguised hostile, the merchants tried to deceive him, the passers-by secretly spat on the land he walked, and even the little devils who flew around like bats were spewing all sorts of foul language.

If my psionic abilities were normal, Muhadi thought, and again tried to show them in vain, then I must pack up a few guys lest they get an inch.

The Psychiocrat and his party returned to the vicinity of the city gate and found a smoke house with a large number of outsiders to rest. Many adventurers from other places gathered here. Including a group of dark-skinned, upper-topped, solemn-looking human warriors, a few mages sitting alone in the corner, and some Tieflins, the tails behind them reveal their devil hybrids. Here, you can also hear the tirade of the eloquent duke who hangs from the city walls, which is why Muhadi chose this place.

There are stained glass chandeliers outside the smoke house to attract adventurers. A metal bridge is attached to the road, connecting the smoke house to the surrounding buildings. A tall, unassuming demonic metal statue stood at the intersection, brass constituting its armor and cloak, all streaked with speckled traces of guano. It is said that this statue belonged to the Grand Duke of Steel, Dispat.

The devils don't need to eat, but they don't refuse to enjoy it either. Adventurers from outside the country are even more obsessed with eating, so this smoke house also serves food. A gloomy-faced, diminutive demon sat cross-legged at the door of the smoke house, roasting snake meat on a brazier. He used iron tongs to turn the roasted and curled chunks of meat, and spat out a mouthful of phlegm into the charcoal fire when the guests were not looking, making a sound of pulling and pulling. The spicy smell of the spice made adventurers from all worlds dare not stare at the brazier.

In order not to be obtrusive, Muhathir also asked for a snake barbecue for himself Aisha. The Butterz devils seem to have no sparing use of spices in their cooking, each snake dipped in mustard seeds, dragon cumin and fire pepper, and then lit with the viper's own venom. The other adventurers ate it as if their mouths were on fire, gasping for breath and gulping down inferior ale, all the while shouting for a few more strings.

"Be careful. The hired devil mage guide said. "This thing can kill people. ”

Aisha looked at the adventurers who were feasting, "They don't seem to be fine...... At least alive"

"That's because it's not too spicy when it tastes, human woman. The Devil Mage continued. "It's really spicy when you pull it out, and that kind of burning is similar to sticking your butt in a red-hot iron tong. ”

"Then luckily we are psychic warlocks, and we don't feel spicy. Muhathir said. Essentially, spiciness, is a mixture of pain and heat, and a psychic warlock cannot taste spicy without pain.

"If it's not enough, just ask for more!" said the owner of the Smoke House to the Psychic Warlock. It looked like an old devil, with one horn broken off from its head and cleverly mended with gold, and the end of the other horn wrapped in silver, as if it were some kind of ornament.

"There's no need for that, I just need to be quiet now. Muhadi gestured, gesturing to listen.

Although he was suspended above the city walls, the eloquent Duke Bugne still gushed endlessly. From where Muhathir was staying, they could clearly hear what he was saying.

“...... Badzi! woe toe, woe to! " Bune shouted over the wall, doing everything he could to proclaim his innocence. He roared angrily, and his hands danced and his beard opened. If it weren't for being hung on the wall, it would be like a guru preaching to believers. There was still a large group of Barthez devils listening beneath the walls, and whether they believed it or not, at least their attention was drawn to Duke Eloquence.

On the one hand, he tried to prove his innocence, and on the other hand, he denounced the shamelessness of his political opponents. I have to say that his speech is very level, passionate, in one go, all kinds of allusions, never repeated, and it makes people feel meticulous and reasonable. Duke Eloquence is worthy of being a master of incendiary feelings, and the Bad Devils were not sympathetic to him, but after listening to his speech for a while, I began to think that maybe what he said was indeed right. Hanging him on the city wall is actually harming even his own interests.

Buenne also knew that the devils would not stand up for themselves just for the sake of so-called righteous indignation, but had to lure them to their advantage. He followed a long period of eloquent speech, which generally summed up as publicizing that he was hanged only by Archduke Dispart's failure to investigate for a while, and that he was the Duke of Phorkas. As long as he can save himself, he can make the Iron Duke Pan Ran repent and greatly punish Focas, the villain who tells right and wrong. Of course, Dispar will be a great reward for the warriors who rescued Buenne, and Booney himself will be generously rewarded.

Although the eloquent duke's tongue is lotus, he moves it with affection on the one hand, and seduces it with profit on the other hand. But no devil was really dizzy by him, and went up and put him down. The Barthez are cunning and cruel by nature, and they are cautious and suspicious, and no one wants to come forward. What's more, Duke Forcas also sent his henchmen to mix in the crowd and quietly spread rumors to slander Bugne's promise. Originally, some reckless or greedy devils wanted to save Bunie, but after listening to those half-truths and half-truths, they hesitated.

After listening for a while, Muhathir almost figured out what was going on. It turns out that each level of Bato's Nine Prisons is managed by a different Devil Lord, and these lords are all loyal to the final Prison Lord Asmodeus, and there are constant disputes all year round. In the nine prisons, deception and betrayal are commonplace. And now, the Iron Grand Duke Dispar has joined forces with Mephistophelis, the lord of the eighth layer, against the lord of the first layer, Beyer, and the lord of the seventh layer, Balzebu.

As for the Duke of Eloquence, Bugne is now secretly connected with Bayer. He plans to trick Disparter into a bloody battle against the chaotic and evil Tanari demons. At the same time, Bungne will open the portal to the center of the Iron City, and the armies of Baier and Balzeb will enter the second level of Bartow without hindrance. The two lords would jointly depose Disparter as Grand Duke and replace him with Boigne.

At least, that's what Phocas blamed Buene, and the Iron Grand Duke Disparter believed it. Diess is currently at war, the portal to the other levels of Bato has been closed, and groups of troops have been sent to the territory of Bair and Balzeb to wreak havoc.

"Since Disparter has betrayed him, why didn't he just kill this guy?" asked Muhati his devil mage guide.

"Because he will set an example. Well, explaining, as if it were a matter of course. "Dispar would torment him for a hundred, a thousand years, ten thousand years, and death would be too merciful. What's more, he may still be useful. ”

"And what would happen if someone lowered him from the walls?" asked the Psychic Warlock.

"If you're lucky, you'll be killed on the spot. If you're unlucky, you'll be hung from the city walls and kept in the company of Bugne. And the contract between us had to be terminated early. Barthez Devil Mage said indifferently.

"I thought you devils didn't believe in luck. The Psychic Warlock said.

"We don't believe it. The Devil Mage nodded. "But it's easier for you to understand that. ”

"We need Bunie," Muhati said, ignoring Mage Barthez and turning to discuss with Aisha. "With him, we have a chance to get Kailine out. ”

"But it's a dangerous plan. The Psychosis commented. "Those devilish soldiers will attack us if they are now going to let the Grand Duke's prisoners go. ”

"That's exactly why we need to find a way for the Grand Duke to release him himself. Mohathir said. "And quickly, or I'm afraid Kailin will have been tortured by them for all her secrets. "This is impossible, why would the Grand Duke of Disparte listen to a few sudden strangers?, if the legend is true, then the Iron Grand Duke is like a stone, and once a decision is made, it is difficult to change it, so how can we convince him to let the eloquent Duke Bunie go?" retorted Aisha.

"Because we're not strangers. The Psychic Warlock looked at her and said. "We can be invited guests. ”

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The curtain blocked the dust of the street and kept out the noise of the Barthes, which was the effect of magic. Unlike the magic of Attas, the devils do not need to directly consume their life force when casting spells.

Muhadi and Aisha sat in a palanquin, carried by several more bone demons, and marched down the street. Originally, it was possible to make the sedan chair float with magic, but using manpower was a way to show identity.

"Get out of the way!" shouted Barthez Demon, who led the way, and with a flick of his whip exploded in the air, the whip itself crackling with electric sparks. "Make way for the guests of the Grand Duke of Dispat!" The leader of the way had horns of bronze on his head, and was dressed in scale armor and a long-snouted helmet, and his cloak was colorful.

The Barthez guides hired by the Psychic Warlock followed the leader, advancing without squinting. Along the way, the devils gave way and stood a little farther away observing the Grand Duke's guests.

Although the car is wobbly, it is very comfortable to sit on because the sedan chair is slower and softer. The palanquin also thoughtfully displayed the favorite food and drink of the inhabitants of the main material plane, and Muhadi fed Aisha a few while eating a grape-like fruit.

The devils have a bad reputation and have a habit of poisoning unwanted guests, but Muhadi has checked that these foods and drinks are harmless.

Since it was wartime, Grand Duke Dispart did not summon anyone casually. In order to see the Grand Duke of Steel, when the Psychic Warlock revealed his identity, he gave bribes to the keeper of the Grand Duke's roster, gave some very precious psionic crystals to the head of the Grand Duke's gate, and presented his weapons to the Grand Duke's attendant guard captain before being given this chariot and the corresponding honor guard, so that he could go to the Iron Fortress in Dispat.

According to Barthez, who received it, the hall of the Grand Guild guests was extravagant to mortals, with thousands of steps in the middle from the entrance to the Grand Duke's throne. Each step was wide and large, like a platform, and the Grand Duke's favored retainers stood on these different steps in rows, according to their familiarity and distance. As for the throne of the Grand Duke himself, it was made of red gold and brown steel, and decorated with agate, amber, jade, and jade, and was extraordinarily magnificent.

"I can't believe it......," Aisha said. "You were really invited to Bato Nine Prisons. When you told me that we could be invited guests, I thought you meant that we were going to impersonate someone else. ”

"Pretending to be a guest of the devil on the devil's territory is probably the stupidest thing a man can do. Muhati pouted and swallowed a piece of fruit. "The Gods did invite me to Bato, but I didn't expect this invitation to come in handy at this time. ”

"Why do you have a relationship with a god who is not a god?" Aisha still thought a little incredulous.

"To be precise, it is the primordial warlock Rajat who has something to do with the gods and non-gods. The Psychic explained, holding up an empty cup, as if to take a closer look. "Many years ago, when Rajat Min was magical, he visited the realms. No doubt he had contact with the non-gods at that time, and was extremely interested in the latter's abilities. Come to think of it, the ability to disable the magic is very much to the liking of a person who wants to fight against the gods. ”

"He used the help of the Divine Orders in the battle for purification?" the female psychic continued as Muhadi said.

"It's very likely, but that's something only the witch kings know. The Psychic Warlock said. "More importantly, the Primordial Warlock is aware of the damage to the environment caused by the Purification War. In order to perpetuate his people, he tried to spread the war to other worlds. And in order to be able to defeat the divine beings that other worlds may encounter, he made an agreement with the gods and non-gods. ”

The cup is delicate, carved with images of the devil's army defeating demons and priests, and is made of metal like the other vessels here, but it is light. Muhadi took it in his hand and spun it around, then poured water on it. “...... When I showed up in the Seal City, the gods were not the leaders of the Divine Society, Magog, who mistook me for Rajat. So he invited me to come to Barto to discuss cooperation, because they were behind the support of the devil's big men. ”

"Rajat started the Battle of Purification in Athas, and then he tried to go to war against other worlds?" said Aisha, her gaze a little dark. “...... I know you're not a primordial warlock, you've always denied that, and one of the purposes of our adventure is to prove it...... But in fact you are really doing what the primordial warlocks wanted to do but did not do, you really started a war against other worlds, and you really took advantage of the path that Rajat laid down but did not take. ”

"It's different, I'm just using the resources he left behind. The Psychic Sorcerer drank the water from his cup. "I didn't become him. Before I came to Bato, I didn't even think about using the name of the gods and not the gods. ”

"I know. Aisha said. "I know. ”

The female psychomancer changed the subject, "Wait until we meet Archduke Dispart." How are you going to trick him into letting Boonee out?"

Muhadi cleared his throat. "You heard Boone's self-defense speech when you were in the smoke house just now, didn't you?"

"What about the part of Phocas that framed him, saying that he secretly colluded with Bair on the first level and Balzeb on the seventh level to trick Disparter away, and then he opened the portal and brought the enemy army into the city to take the place of the Grand Duke himself?"

"That's right. The Psychic Warlock said. Naturally, Bugne said that this was a framing of Focas, and he also said that the Duke of Qiaoyan was the one who was the one who was inside and outside. Phocas plotted to frame his loyal servants and put Disparte in the air, and then gave orders in the name of the Grand Duke himself. So far, neither side has been able to produce any real evidence. I think that's the real reason why Disparter only hangs Bunne in public, but doesn't kill him. ”

"Well, yes, but what are we going to do?"

"We can say this to Sù Dispart. Mohathir said. "Bugne's talents are very useful to the gods and non-gods, and it makes more sense to keep him alive and serve than to let him die. Moreover, if the Duke of Eloquence was really wronged, then letting him go would show the wisdom of the Grand Duke even more. ”

"But what if Disparter suspects that Bunne is indeed trying to rebel?" asked the telemancer.

"If Bunie's accusations are true, then think about it, what would he want to do most when he was free?" asked Muhadi.

"Revenge on Folkas. Aisha said. And continue to find a way to deal with Dispar for Bair and Balzeb, otherwise he will not be able to account for the two devil archdukes. ”

"That's right. The Psychic nodded. "If Dispar doesn't notice for a while, or leaves Dispa. Then Bunne must have thought that the time had come and opened the portal to lure Bair and Balzeb in. But what if when Byer and the others came, not only did Disparter not leave, but was waiting for him?" he turned the quilt in his hand, on which were carved the devil over the devil, the devil over the gods, and the devil over the other devils.

"You're saying we can convince Disparter to use Bunne to set a trap for his enemies?" "But will Yi Qiē really be so smooth? When the devil's army fights, what should we do?"

"At that time, of course, we had already saved Kailin in the trial, and then ran through the guò portal. What do the devils do, and what does it have to do with us?"

"The premise of this qiē is that we can convince Dispart to set such a trap. ”

"It's a little more challenging, it's more interesting, don't you think?" said Mohadi.

"But what are you going to do if it gets less interesting?"

"At that point, let's just hope that we're still hallucinating. ”

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