By an extremely narrow margin of votes, the motion of no confidence put forward by the anti-royal faction was not approved. At sunset, Ctesian was still the rightful king of Tyre.

After the votes, the parliamentarians gradually dispersed, and the crowd dispersed to go home, either disappointed or relieved. For weeks, this governing meeting was the biggest topic of conversation after dinner.

In the Guardian Mage's secret stronghold, Satili's supporters gather to discuss today's events.

"I can't believe that so many people voted for Tessian to keep his crown!" said Nefer, puffed. "Can't they see the tyrant for what he really is? Timos is clearly a substitute for the dead, but he has bewitched so many people. It's up to us to wake them up!"

"Calm down, Nefer. The Coral Witch said in a tone that was reassuring to hear. "We can't make decisions for the people, or we ourselves may one day get lost in this power and become greedy for power. ”

The female dwarf gladiator clasped her hands to her chest and did not speak, but her anger did not subside.

"It's no exaggeration to say that I think people like you are incorrosible. Akith sat cross-legged and said to the Coral Witch. "If you think about it, if you want to overthrow Tessian himself as the Witch King, I support it. The purpose of our republican representative system is to protect the freedom and rights of the people, not to allow those with good intentions to use it as a tool for demagogy. The system is only the means, and the well-being of the people is the goal. If the Coral Witch dictatorship can make the people of Tyre happy, then why should we put the cart before the horse, and seek the means at the expense of the end?"

"Thank you, but I'm not as confident in myself as you are. Satili shook her head. "Time changes the essence of a person. ”

"Then what next?" asked the great merchant Fuwad ibn Abbas. "Will Tessian do anything to us?"

"If Tessian doesn't retaliate afterwards, he won't be Tessian!" replied Nefer.

"Maybe we need to take some precautionary measures. "A Guardian Mage built yì Dao. "The military power in the hands of Tessian is his greatest reliance. The best way to confront him is to increase the military power in our hands. Salafist is only a battle mage and infantry, and we lack a strong cavalry force at our disposal. Perhaps we could push for a motion to form a gendarme army, loyal to parliament rather than to the king. In addition, we also have to buy some mercenary groups as peripheral forces. Lord Muhadi can recruit fanatical followers and form an apologetic army......"

Muhadi was not a member of parliament, and he did not want to meddle in the affairs of the ruling council, so he did not join the discussion. But he was not at ease at this time, a man and two women sat next to him and said nothing, and the atmosphere was very awkward.

Aisha sat on the left hand side of the Psychic Warlock, and Fatuma sat cross-legged on the right hand side with a big grin. The former sneaked a glance at the latter from time to time, while the female elf stared at the female psychomancer unabashedly. Every time the two of them met their eyes, Aisha immediately turned her head away from each other, not looking at each other. Fatoumah's brother Fahd sat cross-legged across from al-Muhadi, looking at the situation with interest, the smile on his lips seemed to ask, "What are you going to do about this?"

In terms of appearance alone, the two girls are good at winning the game, regardless of their differences. Speaking in detail, Aisha has a beautiful face, gentle and beautiful, and her blue eyes are full of tender concern. As an elf, Fatumai has more delicate and small facial features. Although the eyebrows are vaguely childish, the figure is graceful and slender, and she is delicate and charming.

I was an engaged man, and Muhadi suddenly remembered Ed Barriyobei's eight-year-old daughter, and he shouldn't have bothered about these things.

"My half-sister!" Fahd saw that Muhadi did not say a word for a long time, and took the initiative to relieve him. "Why don't you tell me what's going on in the tribe? I haven't been back for a long time, is there anything interesting? How many new warriors have been born?"

The elven girl finally turned her attention away from the female psychomancer, "What else could it be? Usually release lizards and plant some chickpeas. There are quite a few children, and there is plenty of food recently, and there are no epidemics...... Oh yes, the Bazari Sharif brothers tricked first-time traders into coming to Tyre with a newly minted five dirham coins posing as five dinars. As a result, someone showed up and called the obsidian stick to break his leg. ”

"Hahahaha. Fahd laughed. "Next time, ask the Sharif family to have more brains, that's not how they make money. If the slaughtered party is not willing to pay the money, then you can only be regarded as a half-profiteer forever. ”

"Muhadi!" Sadiri suddenly called out the name of the Psychic Warlock. "You might want to come and hear about this. ”

As the Psychic walked over, Fovard nodded respectfully to him, and the Coral Witch continued. "Tessian wasn't the only thing we had to think about, it was Polis that was the biggest challenge we faced. ”

Everyone nodded, so Sadiri continued. "Teemo's 'self-reliance' has earned us a year, and Polis has already received a blood tax, so he won't be doing anything to us this year. What we need to do now is to figure out how to deal with him before we need to pay the blood tax next time. ”

"Polis against Ebu?" asked the merchant Fovard, puzzled, "is it really possible? I'm not an expert in magic, but I know he's the most powerful of the witch kings." ”

"A few years ago, Karak also seemed invincible to us. Akith reminded Fovard. "Today, the man who killed Karak is sitting right in front of us. And this time we have a strong hole card. ”

Some of them looked puzzled when they heard the word "card", and Sadiri explained.

"Pure Fortress, that's our hole card. ”

"Well, it does. Seeing that some people still didn't understand, Ekis explained further. "It's a relic of the Teal Age, built when the ancient halfling civilization was at its strongest, and it harnesses the energy of the sun. Legend has it that the power of the Pure Fortress put an end to the rampant Red Tide of antiquity, an event that marked the end of the Azure Age and the beginning of the Verdant Age. ”

"Can it help us defeat Eboulis?" Fahd asked, skeptically, as he walked over. "A tower that can defeat the most powerful mage in Atas?"

"If it can harness the power of the sun, then it can defeat a witch king. Sadiri said. "We have to believe that. ”

"It is necessary to organize an adventurous party to find the Pure Fortress and use its power. Coral Witch continued. "Luckily, from the excavation of Tyre underground, we have identified the location of the Purification Fortress. In the Azure Age, it was located on an isolated island beyond the 6,000 Palesans. Now that the ocean has dried up, it has become a mountain range in the salt sea. ”

"In the salt sea?" was taken aback. "Isn't that unreachable? No one has ever managed to cross the Salt Sea for thousands of years! Not even the Witch King dares to go to that kind of place!"

"No one has succeeded in thousands of years, and that's because those of us haven't tried before. The Great Psychic Warlock Akith said optimistically. "Isn't that what we like to do the most?"

"Hmm," Satili nodded. "This matter is so important that I plan to personally participate in this adventure team. ”

"Then we'll have a mage—the best one in the desert. Akith nodded. "But a full adventuring squad also needs psionics, healers, warriors, and a trap and lockpicking expert. I'm willing to be the psionic in the team, and I have recommended candidates for the rest of the team. ”

"Thank you, Mistress Akith. "Maybe it's Muhadi's delusion, he always thinks that Sadili and Aikis talk a little unnaturally, has there been anything between the two of them?" "But I need you to stay in Tyre, and you can keep an eye on Tessian's movements while I'm away." ”

Akith shrugged and didn't say anything.

"Lord Muhadi, could you consider joining this party?" asked the Coral Witch.

Adventure with a legendary female mage like Satili?" "I don't have a problem. Muhadi replied sincerely. Now that things are over in Tyr, it's a good choice to venture into the barren land. The Psychic Warlock didn't want to go back to Ram's kind of place, he hadn't investigated anything of value, and he had publicly declared in the previous public governing council that he had not served Abela Chili, and if it fell into the latter's hands, he really couldn't explain it.

"You're going through the Salt Sea?" Fatoumah heard Muhadi's answer and stood up at once. "Do you hate me so much?!"

The Psychic Warlock couldn't help but have a headache, and hurriedly went over to calm the elf girl up. To put it mildly, Fatuma no longer obstructed what she had just said, but she actually had the idea of crossing the salt sea herself. The Psychic Warlock had no choice but to remind her of her responsibility to the Tribe. In this way, she pursed her lips and sat aside without speaking.

Aisha was silent, and Muhati couldn't guess what she was thinking.

"Mages, psionics, we also need healers, thieves, and warriors. Sadiri continued. "I'll choose one of the gladiators to be a warrior, and this time I don't need too many people to cross the salt sea, the leaner the better. ”

"I'll go!" said Nefer volunteered.

"Lord Nefer, maybe it's better for you to stay in Tyre. Muhathir objected. "Once Lord Satili leaves Tyre, the city's opposition to Tessian will be greatly weakened, and we need more councillors to stay here to counter him. ”

"Makes sense. The great merchant Fuwad ibn Abbas immediately chimed in. "We cannot send two councillors in such a risky operation at this moment. ”

Fahd also walked over and nodded, "Many councillors from the tribe have fallen to his side because they saw that Tessian had won the battle and killed Zacha. Truth be told, Lord Sadili, it is great and humane that you have single-handedly abolished slavery. But this is not quite in line with the traditions of the Buraku, so there are still many people who resist. It's not like you have so many people in town to support it. Tessian's continued to conquer the city, which was more in line with their wishes. ”

"Why don't you just let my mercenary friend Muscle Daddy join the adventure party. "The psychic warlock proposes his own construction. "You have seen him as a man, tall and strong, and righteous enough to endure hardships. He was originally the gladiator champion of Ulrick City, and once won a hundred consecutive victories before finally winning his freedom. When it comes to combat skills, he and Rikas are of the same rank. After gaining his freedom, he wandered around again, worked as a mercenary for a long time, and had a lot of experience in adventure. ”

Muscle Daddy was tortured so much that he was handed over to the doctors for treatment after the Governing Council. However, looking at him wrapped in bandages and shouting to eat and drink, it is estimated that there is no big problem in recovering.

"Him. Nefer said. "Looks like a pretty good fighter, but he's far worse than Rikas!"

The other people present also offered their opinions, and after a heated discussion, it was finally decided that Muscle Daddy would join the adventure team as a warrior, and one of Sadiri's halfling thief friends was also approved by everyone to join the adventure.

Only in terms of healers, no one can come up with too good candidates. Muhati himself knows only two healers with some skills, one is Sein White Flash, a psychologically twisted madman who is only responsible for promoting the faith, not at al-Muhadi's command. The other is the fire elemental sacrifice in Ram City, which is not available now.

There is no elemental worship in Tyre, so there is not a single decent priest. A guardian mage asked Muhadi curiously: "Lord Muhadi, it's not just the elemental sacrifice that can perform healing magic, right? I heard that the followers of those ancient gods can also perform magic skills, you are the prophet of the first cause, and you can be regarded as a sect master, don't you know how to use magic skills?"

"I won't. The Psychic shook his head slowly. The Eye Demon Sacrifice who died underground would, maybe he should find a way to summon his soul and brainwash him into a puppet to make good use of, Muhathir thought. It's a pity that he doesn't have the ability, if he goes to ask Lyra, maybe it's possible.

"Then we have no other choice. Sadiri said. "I'm going to ask Master Camilla to join the adventure party. ”

"Camilla?" said Aikis in surprise. "Isn't she Tessian's assistant, let Tessian's people join us on our adventure...... Is this appropriate?"

"First of all, Camilla is a very strong druid. In previous public councils, I noticed that the magic she cast blocked all mind-spiking spells and psionic powers. Needless to say, she's also an excellent healer, and is well suited to this kind of dangerous adventure. Satili lowered her long eyelashes and told her reasons one by one. "She's a good right-hand man, but what can she do in the Salt Sea? This is the second one. ”

"Third, I have a gut feeling that Camila and Tessian don't work together. The Coral Witch tilted her head and said, a strand of bun fell, and she looked very cute. "Ctesian led his army on the march, but Camilla did not follow and stayed in Tyre. And I've done my research to see that her whereabouts have been erratic all this time, and she hasn't done much for the Templars, so what the hell is she doing?"

She had suddenly gone to the Underground Eye Demon Cult the day before yesterday, and it seemed that she was busy with her own business, Muhadi thought.

"In addition, I have sent someone to investigate her origins, and there are many interesting facts. Coral Witch continued. "This woman named Camilla had not been heard of at all two years ago. Whether by magic probing or by asking our friends inside the Starch Spencer Druids, Camilla was as if she had never existed before then. ”

"I suspect it might be a pseudonym, and she had other identities before that. There is no way that a young druid with such strength and talent will be unknown, and she is approaching Tessian by concealing her identity just to be an assistant? ”

"At this ruling meeting, her appearance was also suspicious. If she did work well with Tessian, then why didn't she join up with Tessian before he came out and release the anti-mind reading spell beforehand? I suspect they had a negotiation before that, and Camilla didn't do that for her own benefit. ”

"This can only be said to be your personal speculation. The Great Psychic Warlock Akith said. "I don't see any evidence. ”

"That's right. But until I see evidence to the contrary, I tend to keep this speculation alive. Coral Witch said.

Camila ...... If you think it's a good fit, then she's it. Nifer said. "But will she say yes?"

"I'll do it," Satili said. "I'm better suited to convincing people. ”

Muhati was going to oppose the decision, but he also considered that Camilla had planted something strange in him. He wasn't going to tell anyone about it for now, but he was afraid that if he objected to Camilla joining the adventure, she would be enraged and urge the weird parasitic plant.

"Well, since you insist. Akith shrugged, "I'll see if I can find you some high-end gear to use." ”

"Then it's decided. Sadiri concluded. "Is there anything else you have to do? If so, you'd better do it. The sooner our adventure begins, the better our chances of finding the Pure Fortress before anyone else. ”

"I still have some things to do, Mistress Sadiri. "I would like to find time to find my master, and I think she may be able to help me a little." ”

It's been a while since the Psychic Warlock has been able to comprehend a deeper psychic ability, though he has grown in knowledge of the psychic and has become more adept at understanding and using known abilities. But it seems that there is a bottleneck preventing him from making a bigger breakthrough.

Lyra might have a way to help the Psychic Warlock break through this bottleneck, and she probably knew a lot about the ancient ruins like the Purification Fortress. It would be best if she could figure out a way to crack the strange parasitic vines in his hands.

"How long will it take you?" asked Akis.

"One day, maybe two days. Muhati shrugged, "It won't be long." ”

"Then you should go to your own master first. Sadiri said. "How about we leave Tyre and meet at the Bagubai trading post in three days?"

"No problem. The Psychic Warlock agreed.

The Coral Witch then discussed other issues with the others. Muhadi took the opportunity to retire and spent some time with Fahd, Fatoumah, and Aisha.

After Fahd became a member of parliament, he became more energetic and talked and laughed. He told al-Muhathir a lot of interesting stories about the city of Tyre and the consuls, which was an eye-opener for the latter. Elves are the kind of people who are very manly and very inspiring to make friends. Although he has not been in close contact with Mohamad for a while, he has not been involved at all. After chatting in less than half the night, the two were as close as they were glued together every day.

Unlike Fahd, the other two companions made the Psychic Warlock sit on pins and needles. Aisha sat cross-legged almost all night without saying a word, only getting up once in between to prepare food. The sand musa she made is very delicious, the tail meat, onions and spices are just right, and if you have more, it is too greasy and too light, the skin is crispy and the meat is tender, and the taste is fresh and oily. But when a psychic warlock eats it, it doesn't taste good. The two sides occasionally communicated, and it was also done with psionic energy, and they both pretended that nothing was born.

The elf girl was the opposite, she seized the opportunity to talk to Muhadi, and wanted to talk about anything. The Psychic Warlock was chatting with the Fatuma siblings and using his psionic energy to communicate with Aisha, feeling that he was really tired.

It was not until the next day that Muhathir finally packed up, took all his belongings, and said goodbye to the three of them, and after an hourglass of time, he mounted his horse and stepped out of the gate of Tyr.

The rolling sand dunes stretch as far as the eye can see, and Muhadi rides alone and with a horse in the sea of sand.

An adventure to the untouched Salt Sea in search of lost ancient ruins sounds exciting. Psychic Warlocks are known to be masters of psionic and biotechnology in ancient halfling civilizations, can there be no psionic relics in the Pure Fortress?

Without mentioning the possible relics of antiquity, the adventure itself is extremely rewarding. Seeing the unseen is very broadening people's knowledge and experience. The challenges of adventure can also sharpen people. The training of psychic abilities is the same as the learning of magic and the training of combat skills. It is impossible for a person to make progress behind closed doors in a remote corner, and only by seeing more, comparing more, and fighting more can the strength be improved.

Run into the salt sea, so that Ram's Abela Chili will not find me. The Psychic Warlock again considered the benefit of participating in the adventure.

A rattling arrow suddenly shot out from behind the dunes, startling several scavenging birds.

It was as if something had been detonated under the sand, and with a bang, a large amount of sand was thrown into the air by the explosion, and the visual range within hundreds of feet of the surrounding area suddenly dropped to an extremely low level. In the yellow sand of the sky, dozens of darts and crossbows attacked together.

Tesian's people? That was the first thought that crossed Muhadi's mind.

The surrounding billowing sand can block the gaze of ordinary people, but it does not hinder the synaesthesia of the psychic mancer. Muhadi drew his scimitar and jumped off his horse. In mid-air, he concentrated, showing his ability to manipulate airflow, blowing away the sand around him with himself as the center.

The attacker seemed to be prepared for this move, and several figures emerged from behind the sand dunes and threw four large nets made of unknown materials at the Psychic Warlock. Muhadi used his scimitar to cut it, but the grid was so tough that it kept chopping. Seeing that this thing was strange, he hit the attacker again. As long as the attacker is defeated, then this big net can be dealt with later.

As soon as the psychic sorcerer fell to the ground, he pulled out the silver blade on his back with one hand and cut through the large net, while showing his mind stabbing to attack the figures. The silver blade that was pulled out was like flowing mercury, and a few ropes were cut in a flash of cold light. But on the other hand, the psionic energy he used was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it had no effect at all.

What is going on? Muhati was clouded in his heart. The aura of these people doesn't seem to be very strong, why is their resistance to psionic energy so strong?

In addition to the figures, a few green-robed weirdos rushed out from behind the dunes. One of them shouted in a language that Muhadi did not understand: "Together, we will suppress his psionic powers!"

Several green-robed weirdos lined up, frowning, using their natural abilities to fight against Muhadi's psychic abilities. The latter knelt on one leg, feeling as if an iron ring was tightly wrapped around his head, and it was gradually tightening. Not to mention the ability to perform, even ordinary thinking activities are accompanied by an indescribable sense of grasping a thousand knives. Sweat suddenly oozed from Muhadi's forehead, and he became slow to think about what to do.

"Hurry up and cast a spell, catch it alive!" the green-robed strange man continued to order.

Someone emerges from behind the dunes, unfolds the scroll and begins to chant incantations. Seeing that the situation was so bad, Muhathir had to endure a huge sense of hindrance, manifesting his abilities and transforming himself into a ghost with no physical entity.

The net is tough, but it can't imprison a psychic warlock who has no physical entity. Muhadi broke free from his shackles and was not in a hurry to fight back, intending to kill him from the crowd first. At this time, the other party is obviously mentally calculated or unintentional, and has a numerical advantage, and it is very unwise to fight here. The best strategy is to get out of the encirclement and kill the lone enemies one by one.

Seeing the psychic warlock turn into a virtual body and escape, the green-robed monsters were not in a hurry. As soon as they whistled, the two weirdos pulled out their weapons behind their backs and grabbed them from both sides.

Silverblade!Muhadi recognized the unique weapon in their hands at a glance.

It's these Ghisyankees again! The Psychic Warlock cursed in his heart, don't these people know how to accept what they see? Since the first time they met the Girthyankees in the astral plane, it has been several times since they encountered these people.

A Ghisyankee warrior slashed horizontally, threatening to cut Muhadi in half. The latter did not dare to take the silver blade hard and dodged backwards. But at this time, another Gisyankee warrior had already preemptively sealed all his retreats. The second of cooperation between these two people, the clever timing of the mastery, can not be done without thousands of trainings. Even as Muhadi watched his opponent's actions, it was hard to believe that such a brilliant coordination was possible for mere mortals.

The Psychic Warlock twisted his body to the side as far as he could, and the blade of the silver blade still slashed shallow across his waist. This unique weapon does not lose its power because the opponent is in a virtual state. A burning sensation spread from where the silver blade had slashed, and Muhadi knew that he was wounded, and not lightly.

The attackers had just finished casting their spells, and four different spells were wrapped in terrifying energy and struck the Psychic Warlock.

Two Giss Yankee warriors blocked Muhadi's retreat one after the other, one slashing at the psychic mancer's neck and the other stabbing him in the heart from behind. Muhadi was in danger, and with the characteristics of his virtual body, he half-buried himself in the sand and avoided this stab.

But those four magics, it will be difficult for the psychic warlock to dodge. Muhadi's knowledge of magic recognition was already lacking, and he didn't know any of these four spells, and he didn't know how to counter them. Seeing that magic was about to be added, he had to endure a huge sense of obstruction and display the ability to kick up a cloud of dust, hoping that it would hinder the magic's line of effect.

One spell was successfully blocked by the raised sand, turning the sand into a crystal sculpture frozen in the air, glittering with the light of the dark red sun.

Another spell was aimed too high and flew over Muhadi's head, causing the latter's scalp to tingle. But the last two spells hit the psychic mancer's torsophy, and the power of the magic was fully unleashed in an instant.

The psychic mancer who was in a state of ethereal body was pulled back to the physical world alive, and it felt like a strip of skin had been torn off the back of his hand. Even more unfortunate was due to the fact that half of Muhadi's leg was buried in the sand. After being forcibly pulled back into the material world, the sand was also embedded in the flesh and blood.

This can hurt ordinary people to death, but for the psychic mancer, he just feels that the blood vessels in his entire legs are blocked. The nerve signals were unresponsive, and he couldn't even stand up. This is terrible, Muhati thought to himself, such a strict blockage of blood flow will lead to infarction of the limbs. As for whether it will cause a stricter result, no one on the earth can survive this kind of injury, so he doesn't know.

Half-buried in the sand, Muhati barely managed to block the attack of two Gisyankee warriors with a scimitar in one hand and a silver blade in the other. At this time, another Gisyankee warrior threw a dart, and the forced psychic had to raise his head to dodge.

A fourth Gisyankee warrior had already gathered around and smashed the telemagician's brain from behind with a weapon like an iron rod. Muhadi concentrates his mind and prepares to unleash the ability to turn back time in order to get out of the predicament in front of him.

The leader of the Ghisyankees saw through Muhadi's intentions, and he also concentrated his mind and began to counter the latter's psychic abilities. Several green-robed monsters were with him, and the psychic warlock only felt as if his brain was about to explode, and the spiritual energy that had been formed lost its guidance and raged in all directions.

There was another bang, and Muhadi's eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

It took an unknown amount of time for him to wake up again.

He lay limply on the ground, his hands firmly bound by ropes of unknown material. A Giss Yankee took his weapon, and the green-robed Giss Yankee led up to him and looked at him condescendingly, with a long face, a mustache on his mouth, and yellow skin like a fever.

"Silversword thief," the Giss Yankee leader said in non-standard Atas language. "You think you're smart, don't you?

The silver sword thief, Muhati thought, these people still refuse to give up, but they are really determined.

"Any thief who steals the silver sword given by Her Majesty the Empress will not escape the punishment of the Great Gist Yankee Empire!" Seeing that Muhati did not speak, the Giss Yankee said triumphantly. However, the silver sword was obviously snatched by Muhadi who killed someone, but the Ghisyankees insisted that they stole it, and they may not want to admit that they are not as good as others.

"Including me, five powerful samurai leaders have been sent to this barren and savage desert planet in search of stolen silver swords and thieving thieves. It's a pity that you are too deceitful to hide in the city of Ram. As soon as the loyal warriors of Her Majesty entered the city of Lamu, the two empresses were brutally and mercilessly murdered by the local barbarian rulers!" The Gisyankee leaders also seemed to have been suppressed for a long time, and as soon as they caught Muhadi, they began to talk endlessly.

"Good death. The Psychic Warlock said weakly.

"Look for a fight!" the Gisyankee leader was furious, drew his silver sword, stabbed the tip of the sword into the psychic mancer's lower abdomen, and twisted it. It's a pity that the latter didn't feel pain, just shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Seeing this, the Nagis Yankees admired him a little and said, "Warrior." ”

"You are hiding in the city of Ram, and we dare not continue to look for it. The leader of the samurai, Akali Jian, will guard around the city of Lamu and will capture you alive when you come out. But I didn't expect you to fall into the trap so easily, so I came to Tyre with my own people. I think you might be able to disguise yourself and get out of Ram City. But can you keep your face from showing your true face, so I'll try my luck with an ambush in Tyre, which is relatively close to Ram. ”

"Thankfully, the Empress forbids you, not only did you actually come to Tyre, but you were stupid enough to make a public appearance. The more Giss Yankee talked, the more excited he became. "We are in ambush in the square, and we can see you as a thief of the silver sword from a long distance. It's ridiculous that you talked endlessly in public, and afterwards you didn't know how to keep a low profile, so you ran out of the city with such a big grin, and fell into our trap. Do you think that the great Great Gis Yankee Empire will ignore a thief like you?"

It turned out that they were the green-robed weirdos who were watching at the public ruling meeting! Muhati thought with some chagrin that he was still too arrogant and negligent, and he actually forgot that there was still such a group of astral weirdos staring at him.

"We're going to take you to the vicinity of Ram City, and join up with the other two samurai leaders. Giss Yankee said. "Then, we will take you to the Gisyankee capital of the Star Boundary, where you will be punished by the Ming Canon, and let everyone know the price of stealing the silver sword!"

"I don't think I'm injured right now, and I won't survive if you take me to the astral plane. Muhati scoffed. "You don't want to hear me beg for mercy from all you. ”

"Your injuries will be taken care of, do you want to die here? Giss Yankee said. "You think we can't handle this injury, I'll cut off your legs, and then our priest will use magic to make you grow another pair of backs," he said with a sinister expression, "Of course, don't expect us to relieve your pain. ”

The Gisyankees led the way with knives and fell.

Muhadi was silent.

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