"Don't drink anymore, Mr. Donk, remember what you said, and don't make any jokes, or we'll not give up in the Night Exchange. Baratoto snorted coldly and slammed the door away.

"Yes, Mr. Baratoto, remember to say hello to Mr. Clown on my behalf. Donk smiled, not the slightest displeasure from Baratoto's attitude.

"Your Majesty, why do you want to cooperate with them?" Houdini frowned.

"The so-called cooperation in this world is just the use of each other, and once this relationship of interests is over, it is time to tear the skin. Donk leaned back on the throne in a comfortable position and said lightly.

"The Night Exchange can survive and grow in the cracks of the three major underground forces of the Thieves' Manor, the Skull Party, and the Assassin Alliance, which naturally has its terrible features, and with such an ally, we will have a guarantee when we counterattack Ello in the future. ”

"But, their conditions..." Houdini was a little unbearable.

"It's not too much, it's just some people. Donk said casually.

"But then our people! The last thing to go is the city of slaves!" Houdini struggled in his heart.

He has his own ambitions, which is why he follows Donk, but at the same time, like Palometheus, he still has an unresolved conscience in his heart.

"Slave City, of course I know, but that's the price. Houdini, I've always emphasized that if you want to succeed, you have to pay a price, haven't you listened?As long as we do, then this world will not be ruled by some Torch Council or demons!but us!Great Angel!Descendants of the God of Light!" Donk raised his head and said excitedly with his hands outstretched.

"Yes... Yes, subordinates understand. Houdini pressed the last trace of unbearability in his heart, and from the day he followed Donk, he had no way back.

"From today onwards, you are in charge of contacting the Night Exchange, and Baratoto is your point of contact, I think Mr. Clown will be very satisfied. Donk shook his glass, his smile refracted through the glass so sickly.

"Yes... Yes!" Houdini gritted his teeth and nodded, ruthlessness is a necessary quality for a careerist.

"Alright, then we just have to wait for the archangel to make a move, and then the whole Templar will be shuffled, and we will be the rulers!"

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Ruins of the Windy City.

Fourteen days have passed, and there is only one day left before the last agreed time.

At this critical moment, Chaldos secretly took Maya to the ruins of Windy City, and his target on this trip was not the Nine Winds Cave, but the ruins of the former kingdom palace!

As the center of power in the Land of Winds, the royal palace has suffered great damage, but it has preserved a small part of the intact pavilions.

It's just that under the erosion of time, these pavilions and palaces are no longer luxurious and rich in the past, but are full of mottled vicissitudes, cracks and cavities.

Walking along a stone path, Challos and Maya watched quietly.

Although the pattern on the stone is not clearly visible, it still exudes an atmosphere, which is enough to remind people of the former glory of the Land of Wind.

"Well—————— once such a glorious empire was destroyed overnight, leaving only scars, what is eternal in the world?" Chaldos murmured.

Maya knows what her husband means, he actually doesn't like the set of open and secret struggles for power, after death, who is not a piece of loess.

"The destruction of the Land of the Wind because of Gulagas has been rumored for thousands of years, but in fact its greatest internal cause is civil strife!

"War after war destroyed everything, gnawed away at the foundations of this empire, and finally the edifice collapsed under the action of external forces!

"That's why we need to cherish the hard-won peace in front of us, right?" Maya gently squeezed Chardos' big hand.

"Yes, but as long as there are people, fights are inevitable. Chardos shook his head, he was not so naïve, and he did not think that he would be guaranteed eternal life by signing a peace treaty, that was unrealistic.

And the reason why they are so hard in pursuit of peace is only for the sake of the people of the country!

Letting his people live and work in peace and contentment is the most important thing a ruler should do.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it, anyway, the matter will soon come to a reckoning. Chaldos chuckled.

"Char, you're strange today, why did you bring me here?" Maya looked around with some uneasiness, the desolation beneath the ruins seemed to be a prophecy.

"Bring you to meet someone. Challos put away his smile and his face turned serious.

"Who?" Maya's curiosity was ignited.

Is there anyone still living in this place? Who could it be? Could it be a descendant of the original Land of the Wind? Otherwise, who would come to live in this palace?

"You'll find out right away. Challos suddenly stopped, and Maya looked ahead to find that the two had come to the square in front of a huge palace.

The palace was out of place with the surrounding ruins, spotless, carved and dressed in an antique style, but untouched by the erosion of time, as beautiful and exquisite as it was back then.

"This..." Maya was taken aback, the ruins of Windy City had existed for so many years, so there would be such a place?

"There's a magic circle outside, and you can't see inside. Chardos saw Maya's confusion and pointed behind her.

"Huh?" Looking in the direction of Chardos, Maya found a layer of non-existent rule barriers, and it was obvious that the passage into the magic circle was the stone path just now.

"The Great Prophet of Von Rohr Hamys, the current Archangel Challus Michael, came to pay his respects. ”

"Von Rohr Hames?" Maya's eyes widened.

Hammis is a very special surname in Yunlu, because he represents the mythical god of wind! It is the surname of the royal family of the land of wind! In the mythological book, Hammis is the only son of the wind god Wind! Inheriting the glory of the wind god, in order to distinguish the two, he is called the god of the wind!

"Chaldos, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Before long, an old voice floated out, filled with indifference and atmosphere.