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The soldiers slammed the ends of their spears into the ground, signaling silence to everyone present. 577

When!when!when!

But this did not have much effect, because everyone present, men and women, excitedly stood up on their toes, looking farther and clearer. "The Coral Witch is coming!" the sharp-eyed man said first, and then the crowd exchanged excited ears. "Here she and her allies are!"

The news that Shatiri will file a case of no confidence in King Tessian today has long spread through the streets of Tyre, and has successfully attracted everyone's attention. Young people talk about it in the streets, women talk about it in front of the stalls in the bazaar, and fathers talk about it at the dinner table. Everyone knew that there was going to be a break between Tessian and Shatiri.

To be sure, Taician was a very disciplined administrator and a great genius in military affairs. Unfortunately, he was formerly a Templar leader, and has always been regarded as a representative of the Witch King's tyranny. To this day, there are still many who oppose the former Templar Knight's kingship, insisting that the Coral Witch or former gladiatorial champion Rikas should be on the throne. When these people heard the news of the no-confidence motion, they took to the streets in excitement. "Tesian's fuck off!" they shouted, "Coral Witch is the queen!"

Under normal circumstances, the voting council to vote on bills is done in the throne room of the palace. But the motion of no confidence in the king was far more extensive than all the issues that had previously been before the consul. Due to the large number of witnesses to be called and the large number of people involved, the throne room was a little too small. At the suggestion of Councillor Ekis, the consul council was convened in the square in front of the palace to show justice, and all citizens of Tyre could be present to watch.

Five hundred soldiers, half revolutionaries and half Templars, were sent to maintain order around the square. Each of them wore a turban and wore an eight-ring chain mail made of elaborate zuò underneath their robes. The spear in his hand was made of the finest ironwood with a steel spear handle, which reflected the sunlight brightly.

Outside the cordon of five hundred soldiers were thousands of Tyres. There were men and women, well-dressed aristocrats and barely clothed commoners. There are curious little girls sitting on her father's back, and there are also old people who are pushed forward, with loose skin and white eyeballs. Some held portraits with the heads of Shatiri and Ricas, and others held scimitars and bows as if they were ready for battle...... There are countless crowds.

Within five hundred soldiers, stood the councillors of Tessian's faction. Most of them came from the old pre-Revolution witch government, and a few came from business families or tribal leaders close to Tessian. At this moment, these people looked very nervous, some looked up from time to time to peek at where the sun had risen, some kept taking out sweat towels to wipe their foreheads, and some people were impatiently grinding their feet on the ground.

"She doesn't dare do anything to us, does she?" asked one obese MP. The fat on his belly was about to hang down to his thighs, and his breasts were bigger than a woman's. Listening to his tone, it is obvious that he is only trying to get approval rather than seeking the truth.

"Coral witches have always been elusive," said another councillor loyal to Tessian, a grim-looking man with one of his ears cut off and a strange tattoo on his cheek. "At least our King Tessian would not have guessed her course of action, or he would have extinguished the revolution she had provoked. ”

"Quiet," said the third councillor, an old woman with reptilian eyes. The white on the head is so rare that the pink scalp can be seen through it. "The Coral Witch is here. ”

"Shatiri is here!" shouted almost everyone in the square. "Shatiri and her allies are here!" everyone said excitedly to the people around them. A few old men, too old to stand up, listened intently to the relatives around them describe to him the scene of the Coral Witch driving.

When!when!when!

The soldiers continued to ram their spears against the ground in vain, but were completely drowned out by the noise. The crowd was shouting: "Shatiri, Shatiri, Shatiri!"

King Tessian himself was not present, and when he heard the overwhelming sound of "Shatiri", the king's supporters looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Although there were a few people chanting Tessian's name, their voices seemed too insignificant.

With a cacophony of cacophony, the crowd automatically splits up to allow the Coral Witch and her party to pass through. At the front were two elders, both with white beards and metal rings on their hands. The two men were followed by the great merchant Fuwad ibn Abbas, a medium-sized man with a neatly trimmed beard and a black-and-white checkered turban and a black headband.

Fovard's clothes were not expensive, and he was not a man of material comfort. However, the big businessman looked very good-looking, with a ruddy complexion and bright eyes. He was also the first religious member of parliament to convert to Muhadi's propaganda.

In the last few months, the Tyre army has been on a crusade in the west. Fovard made a fortune investing in iron mines and the blacksmiths' guild, and now almost every two Tyrs used weapons produced by his blacksmith's shop. Rumors began to spread that Fovard had become the second richest man in the desert, and only the Sultan of Ankara, who was a wealthy fan, was richer than him.

Councillor Fahd from the Scorpio tribe walks beside Foward, who also runs the arena where his business has reopened. Due to the growing power of the Scorpion tribe, Fahd has also become a sought-after member of the council. The white tanned megilot lizard skin shawl he wore over his shoulders looked unremarkable, but a closer look reveals that it was stitched with sterling silver wire.

There were also quite a few councillors who were born gladiators, and one of them wore a dark yellow coat with six daggers pinned to his chest. The other gladiator seemed to be out of the woods, with a pear-shaped belly and round shoulders...... Although Rikas has not been able to make it back due to the battle outside. But a group of people, led by the dwarven gladiator Nefer, still sided with Shatiri, which is also a force to be reckoned with.

Councilor Achilles, the Great Psychic Warlock and one of the leaders of the Revolution and a hereditary nobleman of Tyre, walked behind the gladiators. He dressed casually that day, with a brown head to his shoulders and a loose roll hanging down from his forehead. Several of his fellow nobles walked beside him, and several of them were talking and laughing, as if they did not pay attention to the coup d'état in front of him. Unlike them, Akith has stiff lips and unsettling eyes.

In addition to these people, the councillors who supported Shatiri's side included representatives from various nomadic tribes, as well as some leading figures of the inhuman race. Compared with the people who have lived in the city for a long time, these people are obviously not used to this kind of big scene. Everyone looked nervous and clutched the handles of their weapons.

Coral Witch Shatiri walked almost at the back, surrounded by a large group of councillors who were born Guardian Mages. In the middle of a black robe, her white robe looked particularly ethereal. The heart sapphire pendant is worn on her chest, which is brilliant and dazzling. She also wore a delicate headdress on her forehead, made of white gold and green moonstone, which made her skin whiter than snow. All of the ornaments have strong magical fluctuations, showing that they are not just decorative.

"Hit Tessian!" Seeing the Coral Witch appear, the crowd became even more excited.

There are constantly people trying to rush closer, wanting to see this legendary division for themselves, or begging for her blessings. After a little delay, the group arrived in the center of the square.

"Now that the Venerable Coral Witch is here. The old woman with reptilian eyes said in a bitter voice. "I think we can get started. ”

"I didn't see King Tessian and his lovely assistant, Master Camilla. Councillor Ekis frowned. "Can anyone sue me about this?"

"His Majesty Tessian, the day is full of opportunities, and he will not be able to attend. "High Templar Timo came out of nowhere, and it looks like he wants to wear it like Theysian. It's a pity that he only got a three-quarter set of armor, and the left and right arm armor is not a set, which looks extremely stupid. "I will preside over the governing council on his behalf. ”

"Don't you dare come out and face us?" said Nefer, glaring fiercely at the High Templar Timo. "As soon as he is deposed, I will skin him with my own hands!"

"You're threatening to kill the king!" said the man with only one ear and a grim look. "Regardless, Ctesian is still our king, and your words are tantamount to treason. I ask the Council to consider whether your seat should be abolished next!"

"Everyone is quiet. Shatiri spoke, and the noisy councillors stopped to listen to what the Coral Witch had to say. Nefer and the man with one ear were still arguing, but they also noticed the sudden silence around them, so they temporarily ceased fighting. The dwarves gladiator morale bulged with their hands on their chests, and it seemed that they had not yet vented enough.

"Your Excellency may have misunderstood our intentions. Coral Witch stated that her voice was not loud, but everyone heard it clearly. "I didn't convene this special meeting to get to Tessian, and while it's true that we had many conflicts during the Witch King's time, and that was the result of some sacrifices and mistakes, that doesn't mean that my actions today are directed against Lord Tessian's personal actions. This is not a personal vendetta. ”

"I, along with the other Masked Alliance Guardian Mages, threw myself into the revolution of Tyre in order to create a free world free from witch kings and oppression. Today, we stand here for the same reason, and that is to continue to ensure the freedom of Tyr. ”

"Go on!" shouted the crowd.

"There is shocking evidence that Tessian has betrayed his own oath when he took office. Shatiri said. "He kidnapped, imprisoned, and sold a thousand innocent civilians to Abu the Polis, one of the most notorious witch-kings on Attas. He was also accused of abusing his power by directing his men to carry out multiple assassinations and engaging in private warfare......"

Every time an accusation was made, the lawmakers on Shatiri's side shouted in unison with the crowd, wave after wave, and the momentum was amazing.

“...... In light of this, we believe that Ctesian is no longer fit for his current position. We mention that the ruling council gave him a vote of no confidence. ”

The sound of the crowd reached its highest point at this point.

"You've gone too far, Shatiri!" said Timo, a high-ranking Templar, as he stood on a makeshift platform, angrily shouting at the Coral Witch. "What makes you think that King Cessian would put up with these shameless slanders? You say he imprisoned and sold the poor into slavery? Anyone has seen how King Ctesian commanded his army to bring down a gang of fourteen slave traders entrenched in the city of Ulric. ”

Timo gushed, "You say that His Majesty the King abused his power and carried out a shameless assassination? ”

"And to this day, you have refused to disclose the identities and names of all the Guardian Mages, so I ask, who is abusing his power to run amok?"

"If my memory is correct, isn't it the Coral Witch herself who has been the most effective in preaching jihad and propagating the liberal system of Tyre?

Supporters on the side of Tessian began to cheer sporadically, gaining momentum for the High Templar Timo. Nefer was babbling on the sidelines, and the expression on her face was as if she had eaten a fly.

As if encouraged, Timo spoke even more elatedly. "What did the Coral Witch do when His Majesty was on a campaign in all directions? Let me tell you that she is the one who is tyrannical and lawless. She's the one who plotted the assassination!"

"A few days ago, I myself was ambushed by the psychic Muhadi in the desert. The footage of the incident happened to have been recorded by my subordinates, and I think all of you have already seen it. But there are so many civilians here today that I think it's necessary to show one more side!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a Templar-turned-officer stepped forward with a psionic crystal. Teemo took the crystal in his hand and activated the image stored in it, projecting it onto the heads of the crowd.

“...... As the Templar spoke, several figures flashed on the top of the surrounding dunes. Seeing this, Fatuma immediately fired an arrow that flew straight into Timo's chest. The latter did not dodge or dodge, and watched as the arrow passed through the shell plate armor and submerged into his chest......"

“...... Teemo looked at the slightly trembling arrow feathers on his chest with a martyr's look, and smiled slightly. At the same time, the lizard mount man under his crotch stood up and roared. The Templar fell off his horse and fell heavily on the sand......"

The crystal perfectly recreates Muhadi's first encounter with the high-ranking Templar Timo in the desert, but it does not reveal the reason for the conflict between the two sides. Obviously, this is Timo's attempt to deceive the world with one-sided facts.

It was as if a cold wind was blowing through the crowd, and the people who were still talking in low voices suddenly became a lot quieter. Is this true? Many people were a little shaken when they saw the image, and the situation became slightly more favorable to Tessian.

The people on Shatiri's side exchanged words for a while, and finally Fahd the elf stepped forward, raised his head and said to Teemo, "We only see you knocked off your horse, Teemo, do you like to be seen making a fool of yourself?"

There was a mocking laugh all around. Teemo glared at the elf with an angry gaze and replied, "Councillor Fahd! isn't it an even greater scandal for an officer from Tyre to attack his superiors?

The word pointy ears were insulting, and Fahd raised his eyebrows, "Don't you former Templars have eyes? It was my sister Fatuma who knocked you off the horse, she was not an officer of Tyre, how can it be considered an attack on your superiors? You yourself were beaten by a woman, don't think that it was Lord Muhadi who did it." ”

“...... This," Teemo was a little speechless, but he then regrouped. "Even if the elf succeeds, Muhadi still bears an unshirkable responsibility. He didn't stop the attack, and he didn't attack the female thug afterward. Isn't our army in Tyre no longer particular about mutual aid and mutual trust? On the battlefield, His Majesty Tessian more than once came to the rescue of gladiator soldiers who were in danger, what about this Muhadi?"

"Did he help you afterwards, and could he have judged in advance whether his companion had the intention of doing so. "We'll have to see the full footage to make a decision." Teemo, do you have the audacity to show us the whole story, to the people of Tyre?!"

The High Templar raised his head slightly, a haughty expression that he didn't want to explain. "You think I can't?"

"I don't think so. Fahd said with a grin. "I just think I'd be skeptical if you really had a footage of the whole thing. Why do you prepare so well in advance? Do you usually have to record the meeting when you meet someone, or do you prepare because it's a trap in itself?"

Timo took a deep breath, "Elf, after today's affair is over, I must find you to duel!"

"Listen to you. Fahd spread his hands.

"Are we going to pursue this battle in the desert?" said Ekis as he stepped forward and looked at the High Templar Timo. "Are we going to continue to waste time here, or are we turning our attention to more pressing issues?" he gestured to represent an hourglass.

Fahd was only a tribeamen, and an elf, and Teemo looked down on him at all. But Ekis is a different story, he is a hereditary nobleman of Tyre, a noble blood, and at the same time a great psychic warlock and one of the initiators of the revolution. He was also a close childhood friend of King Taicien. These factors made Teemo dare not ignore them casually.

"Since Mistress Aicis has spoken," Timo said, bowing slightly. "Then we can put aside the previous question and begin to clear the name of His Majesty the King. ”

"It's to prove his guilt!" shouted Nefer, her words eliciting a chorus of approval among the gladiators.

Tessian's supporters, though small in number, were not to be outdone, and began to abuse Nefer again. Seeing that the scene was about to get out of control again, Coral Witch spoke again. "Maybe we should let Lord Muhathir testify in public, or we won't do us any good by pointing fingers here." ”

"Agreed. Nefer glared at Timo viciously and said.

Timo glanced back at the palace gates quickly, as if expecting someone to appear. Curiously, though, he had no objection to allowing Mohamad to testify. "I agree. He actually chimed in with Nefer.

......

Muhadi looked down and examined it carefully, feeling that he was fully dressed and ready for any situation.

In a great battle underground, the Psychic Warlock was severely wounded. It took a long time for the best healers in Tyre to get the injury under control, but the honor was hardly flattering. You know, the herbs used by these healers include lizard bile, onions, olive oil, bread mold, and many other miscellaneous things. When you paint them, they smell like a moving animal pen. If it weren't for the psychic mancer's insistence that he didn't need anesthesia to suture his wound, the healers would have planned to get him drunk with spirits.

In order to make himself look more decent, Muhathir opted for a samurai outfit that would wrap him tightly. He covered his face and head with a turban, revealing only his eyes. This covers up the wounds and bandages all over the body.

Just as he got up to walk out of the room, Fatuma grabbed the Psychic Warlock's hand. "A qiē will be shun lì. She said as she looked at Muhati with her big almond-yellow eyes. "I believe in you. ”

"Proceed with caution. Outside the house, Aisha used psionic messages to communicate directly with Muhadi.

"A qiē will be shun lì. The Psychic Warlock repeated to Fatuma, pulling down the viscarf and leaning over to leave a soft kiss on her forehead. Then, he pushed open the bulky wooden door and stepped into the hallways of the palace.

Aisha stood guard in the doorway, leaning against the stone wall of the hallway. She wore a black burqa, revealing only half of her face, and her body under the robe looked extraordinarily petite. When the Psychic Sorcerer walked out of the room, she looked up, her bloodshot eyes glowing with relief.

Pay attention to his body, and Muhadi also used psionic energy to communicate with Aisha. Then, with a slight nod, he walked down the corridor, leaving the palace and stepping into the crowded square.

The High Templar Timo immediately looked disgusted when he saw the Psychic Warlock in attendance. Muhadi ignored him, instead looking at the crowd gathered around the square, sweeping over the faces of expectation, excitement or excitement or joy.

Incomparably huge emotions are fluctuating, turbulent, elusive, and inexplicable. The Psychic Warlock felt as if he had suddenly had a revelation, but when he tried to think about it, he couldn't grasp the point. Muhathir shrugged his shoulders, perhaps he hadn't yet broken through the bottleneck.

In the huge crowd, there are already quite a few believers of the First Cause. When they saw the Psychic Warlock appear, their excitement immediately welled up in their hearts. These subtle changes in sentiment were also keenly noticed by Muhadi. As soon as the psychic warlock was about to feel a trace of excitement and joy in his heart, he was immediately suppressed by the long-term psionic training and self-control. In the end, he simply waved his hand and signaled to the believers.

The Psychic Warlock walked over to the crowd on the side of Shatiri's supporters and stood in front of the High Templar Timo.

Seeing Muhathir appear, Shatiri smiled at him, which immediately aroused the jealous eyes of many men present.

"If you have something to say," Teemo looked at the Psychic Warlock with a fur that seemed to be confident. "Then say it now, the Governing Council will give you this opportunity!"

"I accuse Tessian of treason. Muhathir said.

Even if everyone was mentally prepared, when the Psychic Warlock made such a statement in public, it still caused a lot of commotion. The soldiers who maintained order had to ram their spears again, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Go on, Lord Muhadi. Shatiri encouraged him. "I promise you won't get any harm here. ”

The Psychic Mancer paused, then began to speak of his current situation. He began with the strange encounters he encountered in the northern city of Atki, and pointed out to everyone how strange it was to deliberately buy slaves in such a remote and inhospitable place. Next, he began to tell about his astonishing appearance in the city of Laham.

Every well-educated person in Atas knows the origin of the Purification War and the Witch Kings, and even the uneducated have heard of the terrifying legends of Rajat, the "Great Enemy", the "Propagator of War", and the "Atrosorcer". Some of the most learned people also knew that Rajat had been sealed away by his own disciples. And everyone knows that magic needs to be sustained by extracting life force.

So Muhadi's story perfectly explains many historical mysteries without leaving any logical loopholes. Since Rajat was sealed by his own disciples with magic, and magic consumes life force. Naturally, then, even today, the Witch Kings must find a way to extract enough life force to sustain the sealing magic.

Each city-state had a thousand people per year, and this was the blood tax set by the dragon king Abu Polis the Lord. As the most powerful of the Witch Kings, he is responsible for maintaining the magic of the Primordial Warlock from loopholes. The other witch kings had to pay him living people to pay for the life force needed for magic.

After becoming the witch king, Tessian secretly made an agreement with Polis, the former paying the blood tax normally, and the latter supporting him to be re-elected as king.

Hearing Muhadi's complaint, the high-ranking Templar Timo was filled with righteous indignation and rushed into anger. "Muhadi, do you have evidence to back up your rebellious rhetoric? Do you think that the Lords of the Council will blindly listen to your words?"

"Of course I have!" the Psychic Warlock replied confidently. Although, in fact, until last night, he didn't get any solid evidence. But when the crimson sun just sank into the sea of sand, Muhathir waited for what he had been waiting for.

The Psychic had considered how the Starch Spencer sent the druid to get the so-called evidence in her mouth into his own hands, but he had no idea that the other party would adopt such an ingenious way.

In order to prevent the Templars from dying, they assassinated again. The Coral Witch Shatiri took Muhati to the palace and asked the Guardian Mages to protect him. In this case, Camila, who is Tessian's assistant, cannot be approached at all.

A red ant crawled out of a crack in the corner, and Muhadi didn't notice it at first. But then, more ants crawled out of the cracks in the wall, forming a thin red line.

It's marching ants, and the psychic warlock looks down to observe. Their jaws are large, indicating that they are soldier ants. There were more and more of these soldier ants, and then they actually lined up words on the ground.

Muhadi didn't understand how the druids controlled these creatures, but he could read the words spelled out by the ants. "The thing is in the third room on the left-hand side. ”

The Psychic Warlock made an excuse to go it alone from the Guardian Mage who protected him. As he walked into the designated room, he saw a large stack of lizard paper neatly placed on the floor, and a swarm of spiders scattering in all directions.

It was unbelievable that a spider could spit out animal fibers to weave into fabric, but getting the evidence needed was the most important thing. His curiosity can wait first.

It was a dozen pieces of information filled with secret agreements and accounts, and at first the Psychic Warlock wasn't sure if he would give him anything of real value. But the more he looked at it, the more relieved he became, such a huge and complicated content could never be faked at will, this thing was real.

The Psychic took out the evidence he had obtained from Camilla from his bosom and handed it to the councillors present. The latter let out a burst of exclamations as they circulated it. High Templar Timo's face turned pale, and his eyes seemed to be about to pop out of his sockets.

"If this evidence is true," Afward said, giving Mohamad a look. "Then I'm sorry that all the accusations against Tessian are true. ”

"How can you say that all this so-called information is true?" said Teemo, snatching a few pieces of vellum paper from one of the councillors, scanning them in question. "These things ......"

"Keep your eyes open!" Muhati said to Teemo. "These texts show that Ctesian authorized the capture and subsequent transportation in Ulric City, and that you were the direct person handling it. If you question the authenticity of these texts, then we can use prophetic magic to detect it?"

"With Shatiri's Guardian Mages, who can be sure that they are neutral third parties with no interest?!" Teemo pursed his lips, not accepting the Psychic Warlock's suggestion.

"Either be probed or fuck off!" shouted Nefer, and the crowd standing closer shouted after hearing it, "Either probe or fuck off!" The people who were far away did not know what had changed in the center of the square, and they all exchanged questions. Suddenly, the scene was chaotic again.

"Isn't Tai Xi'an a mage himself, let him test it himself!" Fahd said, immediately attracting a wave of approval.

"Just for the sake of this nonsense, you are going to build a king to destroy the environment and further exploit the vitality of the world?" said Teemo. "Isn't that ironic? Aren't the Guardian Mages always holding out and not casting spells as a last resort?"

"Wouldn't it be enough to arrest that middleman and interrogate him?" said Fovard. "Whether he has done this business or not, we will investigate and always find out something. ”

When Timo heard this, his face turned pale. "You can't do that!"

"Why not?!" Nifer questioned him.

"Because ......" Timo looked around, as if seeking a savior. “...... Because the merchant is dead!"

It seems that Taicien is very fast. "Death is not a reasonable excuse to refuse to testify in court, it can be interrogated by conjuring spiritism," Muhati thought. He said as he looked him in the eye.

"You know it's impossible, Psychiocrat, how long do you want to quibble. Unexpectedly, Teemo fought back. "Before he died, his soul was torn apart by psionic energy. ”

"I don't know anything about it. The Psychic Warlock said calmly.

"Really, Lord Muhadi, wasn't it the assassination you ordered?" Teemo seemed to regain his confidence, and the more he spoke, the more aggressive he became. "Didn't he break through your conspiracy to collude with the Witch King of Ram and be killed?"

For a moment, the people on Shatiri's side were stunned, what is this? Could it be that Timo is crazy, so he began to talk nonsense?

"Psychic Warlock Muhadi, you, as an officer of Tyre, have colluded with the Witch King of Ram, Abellachili, and Prince Benedict, in a vain attempt to overthrow the government of Tyre and enslave her free people. Do you dare deny it?" Teemo straightened up like a virtuoso, gesturing with his hands. It seems that the crowd in front of him has become his band, his audience. "My Excellency, at this very moment as we speak. An army of mantis, led by Möngke Khan, was quietly passing through the Zagros Mountains towards Tyre. ”

"Is it just a coincidence that this is a long-planned attack, and that the Mantis men arrived just as the main force of my Tyr army was conquering the Euric region?" Teemo said generously. "Ask every person of conscience to ask himself, if there is any secret behind this?"

"It's well known. After successfully grabbing everyone's attention, Timo continued. "Ram's witch-king, Abel Rachili, is extremely hostile to non-human races, and there are few humanoid settlements in her sphere of influence. This time, the Mantis attacked Tyre with great surprise from Ram's territory, led by Benedict, the son of Abellachili. Who made the Witch King let go of his prejudices about the inhuman race?"

"Do you want to say," Muhati raised his head higher. "I colluded with the Witch King to lure the mantis people here?"

"Isn't it?? Muhadi?" questioned Timo sharply. "Otherwise, what are you doing when you stay in Ram for a long time and don't return?"

The Psychic Warlock is trapped in Ram because he was commissioned by the Witch King Abellachiri to investigate the secrets of the Great Psychic Warlock Puppeteer. But he did not dare to make it public in front of the Ruling Council or in front of all the people of Tyre. Otherwise, it angered the Witch King, and Abela Chili had to kill him.

"What evidence do you have to prove that I colluded with the Witch King and lured foreign enemies to attack Tyre?"

"You've just pulled out a stack of ridiculous manuscripts full of lies," Teemo finally showed his trump card. "And I'm all there is evidence!"

"A few days ago, our patrol caught a spy in the desert and found a superstition from him detailing Muhadi's crimes. High Templar Timo said to each of the members of the Governing Council. "I'll show you the contents of this letter!"

"Now, bring the prisoners up!" Timo ordered the soldiers as the crowd watched in amazement.

A tall figure appeared at the side entrance of the palace, handcuffed and shackled, in a prison uniform that could barely be regarded as a pile of rags, and his bare muscles were full of whipping and electric shocks. Eight heavily armed Templars carefully guarded the prisoner's surroundings, vigilant for the unexpected.

Although the prisoner's face was bruised and purple, the coagulated blood left grotesque tattoo-like marks. But Muhadi recognized that the prisoner, who had one swollen eye and could barely open it, was hunched over and moving slowly, and that he was the muscular daddy he had never met.

He was sent by himself to deliver a message to warn Tyr, but how did he get caught by the Templars?

"I testify to the Psychic Muhadi," Muscle Daddy spoke, business sounding like a wounded beast. Obviously, he was beaten badly and endured all kinds of torture. "Guilty!"

For the first time, there was a dramatic reversal of the public governing council.

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