There is a beautiful three-story building next to the headquarters of the Holy Avatars in Umlim Harbor, which is the private residence of Chahari, the leader of the Holy Cathars.

Now Chahari and his staff were enjoying the roasted veal sirloin, while looking at his men who were kneeling and weeping with interest.

"The people of Mensala, the people of Menzaro have cannons! Magic cannons! One cannon comes, they die, they are all dead! More than seventy brothers!"

Chahari was stuffed with a piece of cow tendon and couldn't pick it out with a toothpick for a long time, and he twisted the toothpick, and he angrily threw the toothpick on the head of his painful men: "Duang!"

The subordinates did not dare to move, and continued to cry honestly: "We have been tricked, they did not do anything to resist, they threw down the gold and silver treasures and retreated to the main road, and the brothers said that they would go to the main road to make a fortune, so they ......"

Chahari licked from between his teeth with his big flexible tongue, and then slashed the tip of his tongue for a long time, and finally sucked out the piece of cow tendon, sighed contentedly, spit on his fingers, glared viciously, and flicked it on his head in disgust: "Duang!"

"I don't know where they got the cannon, direct aiming, no need to calibrate, one cannon to ......"

Chahari kicked his man on the shoulder and kicked him in the head: "Duang!"

The subordinates were overjoyed, and the adults made a move, indicating that his anger began to subside, so he quickly hugged his thighs and cried loudly.

"Stop, stop, stop being disgusted!" Chahari patted his trousers in disgust, and his men immediately let go, kneeling on the ground upright, waiting for the lecture.

"Those who died were ambushed. Cannons or something, it's all an illusion, you know?"

"Understood!"

"Get out!"

Driving his men away, Chahari walked to the window and looked down at the bustling street below.

"What a bustling port of Umlim, look, look, how blue the sky is with bed bugs!"

"But my honorable lord, I want to warn you that there are quite a few people who are beginning to sympathize with the bugs, even some of the Burkas of the Holy Mosque. Perhaps we can put it another way, and the slaughter will be disgusting after all. ”

"The problem with Arabis now is not that he is not firm in his faith, but that he does not know which school to believe. There are many factions, and there is infighting all day long, and the national fortune of the empire is ruined in the hands of these Burka!"

"Then your method ......"

"After the First World War in Jerusalem, the essence of the imperial soldiers was lost, and the remnants of the empire, which the empire could not afford, became the private soldiers of the princes. Only if the strength of our Apologetic Guardians is still there, we must reunite the hearts of the people while the sword is still hot! Whether it is the Lassanites, the Shriyas, or even the Assasins, choose one faction and eliminate all the others, and the hearts of the people will be decided. ”

"But ...... do that"

"There will be a lot of dead people, but we don't have a choice. According to the current situation, in three years at most, the empire will return to a situation in which the princes and nobles are in charge of their own affairs! On the day of success, I will judge myself in public and apologize to those innocents!"

"Adult ......"

"The food must be eaten in one bite, so I will first take the unpopular Mensaro, the next one will be the infidels and the Gentiles, then the Assasin, and finally, these will be cleared, and our ranks will be pure, and then the rest will be cleaned up! Sherif, tell me, how the hell did those people die? I don't believe that a group of bed bugs can destroy them in a formation!"

Sherif pondered for a moment and said, "The statement of the magic guide cannon does not seem to be groundless. ”

"Oh?" Chalaari was stunned, "is there really a cannon?"

"I have an interrogation report here, it's very interesting, please take a look at it. ”

Chahari glanced at it and said in surprise: "What kind of mess is this? Gamblers make trouble in the café, and we have to take care of this kind of thing?"

Sherif was firm: "Please read it carefully. ”

Chahari carefully read the report in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the tighter his brow became.

Here's what happened, an overland caravan from the port's wealthy merchant Feida returned to the port of Umlim yesterday. The caravan arrived safely, and the escorts were on holiday. A group of swordsmen came out in droves to wander, and some people gambled and lost their money, and offered to exchange the magic cannon for money.

This statement was ridiculed by the gamblers, so the guy swore that he had seen it with his own eyes, and secretly wrote down the location of the cannon, and a group of people followed to see the excitement with half a doubt. The Guardian Scouts who were in the crowd were curious and followed.

This is a terrible trip, and sure enough, a brand-new magic cannon was dug up, and some of the gamblers knew how to pee on the spot.

This thing is a heavy weapon of the militaristic state, and its possession is tantamount to rebellion. The cost of this thing can top half a month's income in Umlim Harbor, who is so bullish to hide it in this place!

The spy suddenly felt that something was important and rushed back to report the news. The Holy Guardian Army immediately dispatched and captured all the people involved in the same afternoon, and the interrogation results were even more jaw-dropping, this thing was actually made by an alchemist using the materials at hand within four hours! Everyone in the caravan saw it with their own eyes!

Chahari suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

O Holy Lord, Holy Lord! A real magic cannon? In the Battle of Jerusalem back then, this guy bombarded the walls of Jerusalem with one cannon five kilometers away! If you push this guy out of the harbor and aim at the city hall or the headquarters of the Holy Army of the Cathars...... The result was too beautiful to imagine!

He thought for a moment and said, "So, perhaps, the people of Mensaro really have magic cannons in their hands, and the two cannons could be from the same person?"

Chahari's brain began to hurt, and even the magic cannon dared to sell indiscriminately, this alchemist was definitely a bad guy.

This subordinate did not dare to assert. However, it is said that the alchemist's name is Hassan. ”

"Hah...... Mulberry ......"

"He's only recently appeared in the port of Umlim, but there's a lot more about him. With that, Sherif opened a stack of files, pulled out two copies and pushed them over, ""

"Well, tell me a little bit about it. ”

"One is the material provided by the Harbor Patrol, including a magical video record. While we were on the hunt for an Assasin, we accidentally swept him in with a Flying Carpet Guardian named Matedi. The three men escaped from the port of Umlim using a black market death race and are now wanted. ”

Chahari shuddered, "What?

"Don't worry, sir. That Assasin was an outcast who had been betrayed to us by their organization, a novice, and it seemed that Assasin was about to make up his mind and lay dormant. ”

Chahari breathed a sigh of relief: "So, the wanted Hassan is actually unreasonable?"

Sherif smiled bitterly: "You know the style of the people below who cast nets to cover the sky and make money and bleed—after the caravan identified the one who defeated the lizard and Hassan, who escaped from the death race, is the same person. ”

"Alas, it seems that this guy has a very high level, such a person should be used by us. In this case, immediately withdraw Hassan's wanted warrant. What a hassle. ”

"Even more troublesome is the letter written by the Chief Burka Usalim of the Holy Mosque of Kanhala to the lords of the cities of the Pearl Road and the Chief Burka of the Holy Mosque. ”

"Oh, no, those old old-fashioned, those paranoids, those stubborn old cacti thorns!" Chahari lamented, "Tell me, what is the matter with the most respected Usalim Berka. ”

His nephew will soon conduct a naturalist expedition to the cities of the Pearl Road, hoping that the cities will make it easier. ”

"Hmph, the old fellow is clever enough to send his nephew out to make money—oh oh, Lord above, I don't mean to offend the prestige of one Burca, these words don't fall into the ears of a third person, it won't be a trouble, right?"

Sherif's wry smile deepened: "My lord, this is the most troublesome thing. Usalim Burka's nephew is that Hassan. ”

Chahari's eyes almost fell out: "What?"

Now it is clear that his subordinates are inadequate, and they cast their nets on the head of the cattle man, coupled with the endless wanted, pursuit, and indeed not so good-looking slaughter, which angered the cattle man.

Chahari covered his face with his hands, and after a long time, sighed, "This has come to this. What are we going to do?"

"The priority is to separate Hassan from the Mensaro. Otherwise, with his ability, he would definitely cause even more trouble. ”

"Temporarily loosen the grip on Menzaro?"

"No, quite the opposite. We need to let him know that the Mensaro people can't be helped, and after a few rounds, he will lose his anger and figure it out - after all, we are all earthlings. ”

Chahari sat back in his chair tiredly: "Then you can arrange this matter." I'm a little tired and have a meeting in the afternoon. ”

Sherif smiled: "Those women who participated in the meeting, you have to review the qualifications carefully, it is better to be cautious in this eventful situation." ”

Chahari waved his hand impatiently: "I know, I know, I still want you to teach this kind of thing? ”

Sherif left with the dossier in his hand and walked out of the door, where a breeze blew through the window and blew off a few pages.

He quickly bent down to pick it up, and it happened to be a magical image of Duck leaning down in prayer, in which everyone knelt down in prayer, only Duck's lips were closed.

Sherif smiled.

"Usalim Berka, my dear teacher, I wonder when you have had a nephew. It turns out that the Inspired Sage has arrived. Don't worry, even if I give up my life, I will protect the safety of the Sage!"

Sherif thought quietly as he walked.

Isn't it too difficult to choose the Mensaro people as the breakthrough point? Why choose these guys who are regarded as bed bugs and rats by the people on the ground as the capital to start a business?

Could it be that in the hands of the Sage, he has a strength beyond the imagination of ordinary people? Four hours to make a magic cannon, this is quite a terrifying strength, but how to solve the problems of materials, labor, and production technology?

To be a hero of the Menzaro people, how can you be a hero of the port of Umlim. Or is there something in the hands of the Mensaros that the Holy One must receive? What could it be?

You must make contact with the Sage as soon as possible, but how do you approach him?

A fragrant breeze swept in, and Sherif looked up and saw a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls giggling and laughing.

These are the people who went to Lord Chahari's afternoon meeting, Sherif sighed secretly, you don't know yet, what fate awaits you!

When they saw Sherif, the girls were silent one by one, and they covered their veils one after another, but a tall girl with wheat-colored skin met him fearlessly, and there was still a bit of stubbornness in her eyes.

The girl's eyes were so big that even an old man like Sherif, who had a heart like an ancient well, couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

The girl continued to glare at him.

Sherif smiled and shook his head, looked away first, bent down to pick up something and threw it to her: "Your nameplate." ”

The nameplate reads the girl's name "Libani".

The girl grabbed it: "Thank you!"

Sherif could not bear to look at her any longer, and turned and strode away.

Good luck, poor pretty girl, Lord Chahari loves nothing more than to tame a wild pony like you.