After the Great Psychic Warlock finished speaking, he teleported himself away. Leaving three people in this room, at first, no one broke the silence. Taking advantage of this time, and after much deliberation, Muhadi decided to join Wafli, the puppeteer, in the operation.

Ram's witch king, Abela Chili, had no personal enmity with Muhadi, but the latter deceived the witch king once, always fearing that the witch king would one day settle accounts with him.

Although Ram and Tyr did not declare war, in the long run, the Tyre Council would inevitably break with the Satas regimes. Then it's not bad to help the puppeteer clean up the Ram Witch King first, if Tyr can annex this city, he will have the land of Tyr, Ulric, and Ram, and his strength will be greatly improved.

And the third and most important point is that Muhathir has always felt that he has no love in life since he was transformed by Lyra. Only by experiencing the deadly danger and experiencing the thrill of walking on the blade can he feel a little bit of the reality of being alive. Breaking into the palace of a witch king and fighting with the witch king makes people's blood boil when they hear about it, and they can't help themselves.

Compared to when they first met in Ram, Prince Benedict has become much fatter. He has a loose mustache, holds the handle of a scimitar at his waist in his left hand, and holds his belt in his right hand. His white robe was wide enough to make a two-person tent. He wore a black and white plaid turban on his head, and an enchanted necklace inlaid with blood chalcedony and zircon almost sank into his flesh around his neck. And even through the robe, his heavy chest and fat white belly were clearly visible.

The prince, who was taller than al-Muhadi, lowered his eyes to observe the latter, and finally decided to speak first. "Based on what you have done in the past, I should have fought you in a duel. "His accent is standard, and there is a mixture of impurities in his manners. "But allow me to introduce myself formally, I am Benedict, the eldest son of the Witch King, the rightful prince and heir of Lahm City. ”

"And I am the Muhadi of the Scorpion tribe, the Chanter and the Psychic Warlock, the officer of Tyre, the preacher. Muhadi replied in the tone of the other.

"Sue me, Muhadi of the Scorpio tribe. The scarface woman spoke, and the prince stood aside in acquiescence. "How did you get caught by the puppeteers and brought here? didn't you flee back to Tyre?"

"The puppeteer brought me here from a gang of Gisyankees. Muhati looked around, "This is a good place." ”

It is a closed room, and the blankets on the floor depict the beautiful scenery of the city of Lamu at night with mosaics. The twin moons stitched with silver filigree twinkled in the dark night woven by the shadow lynx's black velvet, and the red agate stars scattered around the twin moons, shining through the branches of the trees with yellow silk threads.

In addition to this extravagant carpet, there are smaller tapestries on the four walls of the room, which are densely covered with beautiful words like flowing water, as if some ancient poems have been handed down. Muhadi recognized only one of them, and it was a hymn to the Adi Sorcerer:

“...... May the stratus clouds obscure the light of the two moons,

Shadows fall beside the water,

In the old days, it was him,

A place where you often come to quench your thirst.

Now, lowly herds occupy the place.

They know that

The lion is gone and will never come again. ”

Apart from these tapestries, there are expensive but unstructured furniture and decorative Safavid-style columns, and there are no dark rooms and corners where people can hide. Here, neither the prince nor the scar-faced woman can be called a real threat.

"The Gisyankees, the astral weirdos?" The Scarface Woman looked curious, "They're good warriors, but they rarely leave their lair in the Astral Plane, how did you meet them?"

"They wanted to take a gift from me. Muhathir said.

"Who gave it to you?" asked the scarface, who looked a little crazy and didn't pay much attention to the occasion.

"Dead Gisyankees. The Psychic Warlock shrugged, "It's a legacy." ”

"Ha, loot. The scar-faced woman suddenly realized. "You must have robbed them of their precious weapon, what's that thing called? Silver Gun Silver Knife?"

Muhadi's silver sword was supposed to be taken by the Gisyankees who captured him, who were all killed by the puppeteers. So the Eight Divine Soldiers fell into the desert, and if nothing else, it would soon be flooded by the sand dunes.

"Let me get to the point," said Prince Benedict, apparently not intending to let the meaningless conversation continue, and went straight to the point. "Now, shall we join forces?"

Because of the enchanted trinket around the other's neck, the psychic warlock couldn't read the exact thoughts, but that didn't mean he was ignorant of the other's attitude. On the contrary, the prince's mood was written on his face, and Muhathir could see at a glance the reason for his sudden change of position to cooperate with him.

The Athas come from deserts, vagaries of sand dunes, sandstorms and desolate and barren wind-eroded mountains, where the winds are always howling and never abate or stopping, and the sun is so vicious that only the stars at night provide a chance to thrive, air to breathe, and cool breezes that dispel the scorching heat of the day...... The Atas people are tenacious and tenacious, and they know how to compromise and avoid compromise for a while.

Prince Benedict himself did not live in the desert, but the impression came with him as a clan memory that imprinted in the hearts of every Atas to determine their identity. The endless desert is engraved in their souls. Born in Ram's palace and raised in a house with three fountains, Benedict knows what it takes to survive in a near-death world, and he can work with anyone, even if he wasn't enemies until recently.

"You've caused me a lot of trouble. But I'd rather shake hands with a man as capable as you. "The fat prince smelled of spices, and under his cover was the smell of old age. Benedict was at least a few hundred years old, and no matter what methods he used to slow down aging, he didn't do it perfectly. "We're all teamed up with the puppeteers, aren't we?"

"Working with a puppeteer, that's true. Muhati nodded in acknowledgement. "But in just one month, the people you work with have ended up miserable. With Lasco, the Great Psychic Sorcerer, dead in the desert, and the mantis army defeated by Tessian, who can guarantee that I won't follow in their footsteps?"

"A few days ago, the former Templar Timo accused me of colluding with Abellachiri in Tyre. The telemancer pointed out sharply. "Now Teemo has been punished, but I'm curious as to who revealed the news of Ram to him? except for the part where he made false accusations, the rest of the information is accurate, and it could only be that Ram has leaked first-hand information to him. ”

"I've never heard a more ridiculous accusation. When the prince laughed, his flesh shook so violently that one feared that he would fall down at once and crush himself. "Do you think any witch king would allow his courtiers to collude with the Templars in the outer cities, and what witch king is not afraid of another witch king plotting to overthrow him?"

"Even if you're right, I'm skeptical about the prospect of collaboration. Muhathir said. "With all due respect, you are an ordinary person, you don't know magic, you don't know psionic powers, and judging by your figure, you're definitely not a good samurai. ”

The Psychic Warlock noted. "I doubt you can be of much help. In fact, if it weren't for some shiny stone pendant, I would have been able to read your mind like a book right now. ”

Seeing that Prince Benedict wanted to speak, the Psychic Warlock held out a hand to stop him. "You might think I'm hostile to you because of Corwin, but that's not true. You keep slaves, and I'm from Tyre, who abolished slavery, but that's not a reason I don't like you. ”

"I think you're dumber than Corwin, and that's the real reason why I'm inclined to help him instead of you," Muhati said. Kewen has the skill to accumulate money and spends money quickly. He single-handedly supported a large industry, and hundreds of small caravans and craftsmen depended on these expenses. If Corwin goes bankrupt, I'm guessing a third of the merchants in Ram will commit suicide. ”

"You're different," the psychic continued. "You have thousands of slaves, but they don't have a single dinar, and no one can make much money from them. Your vaults do benefit greatly, but Atas is a world of metal. A large amount of gold is hoarded in the vault, and the liquidity is reduced, which only causes a lack of money in the market. At this time, the hoarded gold itself will appreciate in value, which will naturally lead to a decline in commerce and a contraction in trade. ”

"Look around, I've heard that Ram's commerce has become more prosperous since your vault closed. Most of the merchants you did business with defected to Corwin, and the rest were divided among the other princes. With your clumsy appearance, of course I am not willing to cooperate with you. ”

The scar-faced woman laughed loudly and watched from the sidelines.

Surprisingly, Prince Benedict didn't look very angry. His somewhat fat fingers wrenched together and moved around his belly. "I see," said the prince in a faint tone. "You're literally in love with Corwin, love has blinded you. ”

The first essence of a psychic warlock is self-control, control the feelings, and don't let the feelings control you. Muhadi immediately applied the rules of the Lyra's teachings.

"My brother, he has a natural ability to be loved. He was tall and athletic, and he could talk to strangers on the road, and how could he compare to my stupid brother? ”

"But if you think I'm stupid Benedict, then you're the one who is really stupid. The prince said, touching his belly. "As Ram's eldest prince, with the vigilance of the Witch King and the eyes of his younger brothers and sisters, do you think that a fool who doesn't know magic, knows psionic powers, and doesn't have martial arts can live peacefully for hundreds of years?"

"My guess is that you're very good at making my mother happy. ”

"If the witch king had been so easily swayed, she would have been deposed or even killed. Every witch king has his own enemies, and even friends can turn against each other at any time. The prince shot back. "It's not the first time in hundreds of years that I've been pushed to the point of exhaustion, but every time I've survived, it's because I know how to choose the right friend?"

"Do you really think that I don't know as much about wealth and money as you or Corwin? The prince took out a white handkerchief studded with gold thread and wiped the corner of his mouth. "How do I not know the danger of reduced gold liquidity?"

"Corwin wanted to use the auction to drain my liquidity and run my coffers, and I saw through his plans at a glance. But even if I don't spend money at the auction, it's useless. At that time, most of the gold in the vault was sold by me, and the buyer was Ankara Sultan Malik. ”

"You only think in terms of wealth, ignoring that wealth is nothing more than an ornament of power. The prince said. "Trading with Malik Sultan and benefiting a lot is secondary, and the shrinking trade routes are also secondary. It is important to get the military support of the city of Ankara. Ram is not like Tyre, which has the largest iron ore mine in Attas, and cannot arm an elite army. ”

It is well known that the sultan of Ankara is Atasfu, but few people know that he secretly buys gold. Muhadi was very suspicious that there was some truth in the prince's words, what was the use of the witch king asking for gold?

Prince Benedict continued, "Corwin thought he could rule the city in place of the Witch King, but he ended up being a lackey of Tyr at best. I may have been put on the table by him at the auction, but while you were celebrating your victory, I had formed an alliance with the Puppeteer. Be prepared and bet on multiple parties to have the last laugh. ”

Benedict's hands were clasped around his bulging belly, and he wore at least two powerful enchanted rings on each finger. As he waved his hands, he saw a pile of jewels beating: jadeite, topaz, tourmaline, amber, coral, opal, kyanite, malachite, blue chalcedony, thieves' stone, and so on. He couldn't have relied on these enchanted items to stop aging, Muhati thought.

"If you don't trust me, then I can swear by my honor as a prince that I have not colluded with anyone in Tyr, whether that Timo or your puppet king. The prince raised his hand and swore an oath. "And I'll help you find the spies who worked with Timo. ”

The Psychic Warlock laughed dumbly, "Benedict, is your brain broken? You expect me to believe in your honor? Do I look like such a stupid person?"

"Sort of, indeed. The scar-faced woman interjected.

"Don't force me to kill you again. "Muhadi threatened.

"Don't believe me?" said Prince Benedict smiling through his sparse beard. He seemed to have anointed them to make them look shiny. "Then I had to do it. ”

Muhati suddenly had a bad premonition, "What the hell do you want to ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Prince Benedict interrupted him. "I'm drinking and I'm in the club, I'm going to ......," he said.

Muhadi was choked up and speechless, and the meaning of what Prince Benedict had just said was, "I testify that there is no one but a great one." And I testify that Muhadi preached the teachings of the Great Lord. ”

This is testimony and is an important part of the first cause of faith. Theoretically, a person's sincere testimony means that he has been converted to the one true God.

Seeing the expression on Muhathir's face at this time seemed to give Prince Benedict endless pleasure. He patted his fat thigh and said, "Haha, am I sorry for you, right? To be honest, I have read your set of rhetoric sent by my subordinates, it is quite funny and ridiculous, and it is an excellent collection of fairy tales." But you and your followers are convinced, and that's it. ”

"According to your own sermons, I have become a follower now after my testimony, haven't I? And you, as the messenger of the first cause, have an obligation to protect all believers. Prince Benedict burped his mouth wide, and the air suddenly smelled of bacon. "So, according to the doctrine, you must join forces with me, and you must protect me from the infidels. You don't need me to remind you that Abellachiri is a heretic. ”

"Also," Benedict wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. "My brother Corwin, he's also a heretic. According to the doctrine, you can't join forces with the infidels against the believers. ”

Damn, Muhati cursed in his heart, this guy can't do magic and has no psionic powers, he actually restrained himself, and now he can only betray Corwin and join forces with him?

"My fat friend," Muhadi said in a somewhat sarcastic tone. "Just as I don't believe in your honor, I don't believe in your conversion. If you commit perjury, then I'll pull your heart out with my own hands, slowly. ”

"No doubt you will," said the prince lightly, licking the corners of his mouth with an unconcerned expression. "But suspicion is no substitute for evidence, is it? I may really just pretend to be converted, ready to betray at any time. But you yourself said in your sermon that you can't do anything to me until you are born. Otherwise......" Benedict turned his neck and asked the scarface. “...... What else would it be?"

"Whoever deliberately kills a believer will receive the reward of Hell and will dwell in it forever and be wrathed and rejected by the Lord, for whom the Lord has prepared a heavy punishment. The scar-faced woman recited. That's what he said himself. ”

"It's rough," Prince Benedict commented, "but it's useful, isn't it?, and now you should agree to join forces with me to deal with the Witch King and my brothers and sisters." ”

Muhadi said coldly: "Tell me about your plan." ”

"It's a pleasure. ”

According to Prince Benedict, remove the military forces on the periphery of Ram. There were two guards of Abellachili, one of which was the Templars, led by Princess Deirdre, who guarded the perimeter of the palace. The other is the Golden Apple Guard, which is directly commanded by the Witch King and is responsible for the security of **. As for the name Golden Apple, it comes from the apple-like weight at the end of the spear they hold.

The number of Templars guarding the palace was about 1,500, including no less than 100 court mages. ** The number of Golden Apple Guards is unknown, Benedict guesses that there are about five hundred, and the number of mages and psionics is unknown.

"Abellachiri usually stays in **, normally. She only left when she met with the ministers. This opportunity does not necessarily come once in a few months. Prince Benedict said, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth as he spoke. "It's impossible to assassinate her when she's meeting with her ministers, not to mention so many vigilant and ruthless guards, and it's doubtful whether the one who showed up was her real body or a magical simulacrum. ”

"Talk about the plan to assassinate your own mother," Muhadi said, shrugging his shoulders. "You don't feel pressured at all. ”

Prince Benedict tilted his head to look at Muhadi with a mocking expression. "You don't know her, Tyre. She can only be relieved to die at the hands of her own children, because it proves that we have passed her. ”

"Remember to remind me that you must be careful of what your children think in the future. Muhathir said.

"Now," said the prince, stroking his big belly with both hands, without any embarrassment. "You understand why our brothers don't have any offspring, right?"

"If you have really read my sermon, then you should know that what you just talked about is blasphemy. The Psychic Warlock said. "After dealing with the Witch King, I still have a lot of time to clean up...... Disobedient people. ”

Benedict waved his hand, "I used to think that you were different from our Lam City psychic warlocks, you were more self-controlled, more ...... Less moody. Now I know it's a delusion, and you're just as crazy as they are, if not more so. Look at the way you are now, you obviously want to end me now, but you are bound by the shackles you have forged. ”

"It doesn't hurt you to listen to Benedict's opinion. Prince Benedict said.

"People who like to refer to themselves in the third person are either gifted with psionic abilities or suffer from mental illness. Muhathir said. "Sometimes it's a bit of a both, and you should take the time to check it out. ”

The prince shook his fat fingers, "I'm not crazy, there are so many things to enjoy in this world, why should I be so myself?"

Benedict then makes a boring old-fashioned joke, a subtle mockery of the Psychman. The scar-faced woman coughed and reminded her master to continue with the topic.

Benedict nodded slightly, then went on to explain his plan. "Although it is forbidden for outsiders to approach, it does not mean that it has no loopholes. “

"There's a high-ranking officer of the Golden Apple Guard, and he's been bought off by me. Tomorrow night, the guards will leave us a gap - no patrols, no magic traps, no prophetic detection spells. ”

"Gold can't buy loyalty, and I'd rather trust psionic brainwashing or magical command than trust that bribery works. Mohamad was skeptical. "And you don't have any gold. ”

"My anxious little friend, you couldn't be more wrong. Prince Benedict touched his stomach and said with some arrogance. "Do you think that wealth is the metal that you can't eat or wear, or the shiny stones that women wear on their bodies, or the notes that Corwin have?"

"Don't sue me, you still have a lot of slaves. ”

Benedict burst into laughter, "That would disappoint you, I don't mean slaves—though I do have quite a few." ”

"For hundreds of years, I've secretly invested in businesses all over the desert that Corwin didn't know, not even my terrible mother. The prince boasted. "Even before Corwin was born, I spent a lot of money building my kingdom in other city-states as a way out. In order to avoid people's eyes, although there is not much money that can be used at once. But that's a fortune that an ordinary officer can't spend in ten lifetimes. ”

"Let's just take care of the Golden Apple Guard. Mohamad remains skeptical. "What about the Templars? I remember their leader, Princess Deirdre, seems to be one

"Princess Deirdre has a handle in my hands, and the Templars patrolling the palace are not a threat. The prince looked at Muhadi, pursed the corners of his lips with disdain, and gestured with his chubby fingers in the air. "We dive in at midnight and get to ** in an hourglass. There's a secret passage that connects inside and outside, and it's usually sealed with magic, but this time it's going to be wide open. Through guò, we can go straight to the Witch King's dormitory, and there is no more than a patrol on the way. ”

"First the traitor who was bought with gold, and now the princess Dirdri?" Muhati was still suspicious. "Since Deirdre is one of the Ram Templars, it means that the Witch King believes in her loyalty, how can she assist you?"

"She's already assisting us," said the prince quickly. "Where do you think we are now? This is Deirdri's palace, the headquarters of the Ram Templars. This is the only place where you can avoid any prophecy detection spells. ”

The Psychic Warlock looked around again, and this extravagant decoration at all costs did indeed resemble Princess Deirdre's style. But why did she help Benedict, did she betray her own mother?

"My men will work with you against the guards of the dormitory, and the puppeteer will take care of the Witch King. When Abellachiri dies, you will declare your support for me to form a transitional government on behalf of Tyre. Ram can be loyal to Tyr in the name of a self-governing city-state. ”

"Your friend Corwin will be in charge of the finances of the new government, and you will be conferred the title of Pasha by me on Ram, but from now on you will swear to stay away from the city. ”

"You can keep the title of Pasha," Muhati did not like the false titles. "As soon as the puppeteer arrives at the Witch King's dormitory, I retreat. I still have important things to do after that, and I am unlikely to return to Ram without you begging. "The Psychic Warlock's idea was that as soon as Wafri and the Witch King fought, there was no time for him to do anything else, and he would flee from the city of Lamu. An adventurous party awaits Til on the way to the Salt Sea. Although the puppeteer is confident in her own strength, Muhathir feels that she may not really be able to defeat the Witch King.

Even if Wavli were to clear her "shame" by killing Abellachili with the belief that she would die, Ram could be plunged into a long civil war. Deirdre, Benedict, Corwin...... Each of these Ram princes and princesses wanted to overpower the others, and the Psychic was suspicious that they would be obedient.

"Whatever you want. The prince said. "In that case, I have another generous gift, you can look forward to it. Take a break tonight and start executing your plan early tomorrow morning. The less delay, the less exposure there is. ”

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