Although Victor, as the highest commander of the patrol battalion, issued a ban, and all those who knew about it were also taken into custody, many things are like this, one person knows that it is a secret, two people know that it can be called an open secret, and more than three people know, it is no different from directly announcing it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Not to mention, for the Chaos cultists or some forces who want to cause chaos, they wish everyone knew about it.

When Victor reported the whole matter to his immediate superior, Marquis Fitch-Gustave, Minister of State in charge of all affairs in Ilmassous, he was also praised for his quick response and sternly warned that the matter must not be leaked.

But the next day, almost all the nobles with names and surnames had already received a little news.

Those who have identities and means go straight to the palace of the Marquis of Fitch-Gustav, they want to inquire about some news from here, and those who have slightly weaker means directly blocked the door of the patrol camp, making Victor miserable, even if the identity strength is slightly weaker, find one or two patrol battalion fighters to coerce and lure, and they can also get specific information.

Then, in the midst of this hustle and bustle, ordinary civilians, merchants, mercenaries, and Warcraft hunters all got specious news.

In fact, messages have become more and more exaggerated in the process of delivery.

Some say that there are terrible demons roaming in Ilmassone, hidden in the shadows of some corner, ready to pounce at any moment, others say that the Devil Grand Duke has his eyes on the city and is brewing some terrible conspiracy, and others say that a dark wizard has infiltrated the city and is searching everywhere for beautiful virgins and making perfect dolls.

In this atmosphere, panic and fear seem to be brewing and piling up little by little.

By the time Victor recovered from the pursuit of the case, it had been three days, and he had sent out all his troops almost immediately, and the soldiers of the patrol battalion were in the best condition.

Dressed in cold steel armor and carrying bright weapons, they patrol the streets in groups morning and night.

They would interrogate every drunk on the streets, every suspicious person, and if they couldn't get their identity checks, they would unceremoniously throw them into a cold prison.

They will warn the leaders of each gang, use their swords and roars to keep them safe during this time, and provide reliable information.

I have to say that under this high-pressure situation, the security environment in Ilmasú City has improved a lot for a while, although many businessmen will angrily scold these soldiers for collecting protection money, but it is undeniable that watching them pass by the corner of the street, the fear in their hearts will dissipate mostly.

Another five days later, when the situation was getting better and better, and everyone gradually breathed a sigh of relief, something happened suddenly.

It's night.

As if the tranquility had rebounded to the limit, fires began in several places in the lower city, and the raging fire roared like an evil dragon, as if it wanted to engulf everything, and the scorching fire accompanied by puffs of black smoke rolled in the sky.

If most of the merchants in the upper part of the city and some of the merchants like to live in stone houses, then the lower town is not so good, although some of them are stone houses, but most of them are wooden, and in the summer of July, it is the time when fires are most likely.

Simply, the corresponding waterwheel was also perfect, and under the gathering and command of the patrol battalion, the fire was finally suppressed.

After tossing and turning all night, the next day, when people began to clean up their homes on the ruins, they found traces of fire oil in varying quantities, which were actually man-made arson.

Then, somewhere in the upper town, a viscount, two lords, and two great merchant families were quietly slaughtered again, and their bodies were laid out as a table for bloody sacrifices.

The Chaos Cultists actually struck again, and more than 400 lives, along with their souls, became the dessert in the mouth of the Chaos Serpent Apophis.

Even more terrifying, in a certain corner, the bodies of a group of twelve heavily armed patrol battalion fighters were found, and they were cleanly killed without even a decent counterattack, or even an alarm.

This time, the panic that had been pent up in the bottom of my heart was suddenly released, and the whole city was immersed in a state of panic, the market began to slump, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets.

Civilians who are powerless prefer to stay at home, pack up their valuables, and hold the most powerful weapons they can find in search of a sense of security.

Even when they had to go out, they hurried by, and watched everyone who passed by vigilantly, as if they were afraid that the other party would burst into attack.

Capable nobles and big businessmen have already begun to find a way to leave, selling their fixed assets for gold shields or magic crystals, and buying large quantities of food storage.

They began to increase the hiring price of the guards, and the mercenary guild and the warrior guild were extremely busy in the past two days, and the hiring price of the second-order and above had increased fivefold.

For the first time, the first time since the arrival of the Magic Tide, the outward migration of Ilmassu City began to overload the host population.

Repression has begun to fill every corner of the city, chaos seems to be about to erupt at any moment, and everything is already on the edge of a cliff.

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Rose Castle, inside the Council Hall.

It was a very simple and spacious palace, and at the top of it was an ornate throne, which seemed to be carved out of some strange coral, all in turquoise blue, and the surface was carved with gorgeous roses.

This is the spoils that the ancestors of the Igor family obtained from that battlefield when the conflict broke out between the Augustan Dynasty and the mermaid kingdom in the endless ocean thousands of years ago, which is said to be the throne of the mermaid king, which is a strange coral that erupted from an underground volcano and solidified for at least 100 million years.

Later, the patriarch of the Igor family found a contemporary carver, and it took ten years to think about such a throne in the style of the time, and placed it in the main seat of the council hall.

Since then, this turquoise throne has become the supreme position of the Rose Collar.

Under the throne, three high-backed chairs are placed in sequence.

They are plain-style, made of hardwood, and the handrails have been worn off a layer of paint, looking old and dilapidated. It must be uncomfortable to sit on this bench, but in fact, as long as it is a rose-collared official and a soldier, there will be a kind of eagerness in his eyes when his gaze unconsciously sweeps over the three chairs.

Because this represents the position of the three ministers, in the realm of the Rose Territory, except for the top one, their status and strength are the most respected.

After that, the vast hall was filled with long tables and benches, where the common nobles, officials, and army leaders were located.

This is the council hall, which has been the highest center of power in the entire Rose Territory for 3,000 years

Here, after each command is delivered, it will set off waves and determine the direction and future of the entire territory.

Here, there are rights to fight, there are deceitful people, there are you who die and I die, there are ugly ones, there are those who are on the rise, and there are those who fall into hell.

Here, countless people have benefited, countless people have cried, and the fate of countless people has been decided in a word.

At this time, the afternoon sun is scattered, and a farce is being staged here.