On this day, two strange outsiders came to the ruins of the Black Carpet City, which was being rebuilt.

In the past, the old area of the black carpet was entrenched in the five forces, and there were secret sentinels everywhere that monitored each other. For the arrival of outsiders, they will definitely be aware of it, and follow up and pay attention to it throughout the process. But now the black carpet is in ruins, and everyone is busy rebuilding their homes, so naturally no owner will pay attention to any outsiders.

It was easy for the cloaked man to find Tolkien, Hugo, Rousseau and others in various places in the Black Carpet City in one day, and had a secret detailed discussion. On the other side, Doyle also walked out of a bar with a smile on his face, followed by a solemn Byron.

"Well, please, I'd like to see Milk. Doyle spoke.

"You've been missing for so long, you've been removed a long time ago, and you shouldn't have come back. What's more, Milk is absolutely loyal to the young master, no matter how clever you say, he will not waver. I advise you to leave quickly, and don't do anything crooked. Byron shook his head and refused.

"I just want to meet him, just catch up and have a glass of wine. Friends and friends, why should you be so discouraged? Moreover, what I am about to say will not have the slightest effect on Western Sahara. Doyle replied.

"You know best what the young master is, what you say, whether it is good or bad, he will never agree. Byron continued to shake his head.

"You are really stubborn and loyal, but this is just foolish loyalty! Have you really considered his situation? Have you considered your own situation again? You have been in trouble for several years, and your current strength has not changed much compared to when I was in Rezhou, and you have not even cohesively ...... the realm."

After some exchange, Byron finally nodded reluctantly: "Okay." I promise you, I'll find a way to ask Milk out to meet you. As for whether you can convince him or not, it's up to you. ”

"Don't worry, as long as we can meet. How about this bar?" Doyle gestured to the bar behind him.

"No problem. ”

......

"How's things going?" said the Cloaked Man in the evening, meeting Doyle at the agreed location, and then asked.

"It's all done. The Byron guy was hesitant, but he promised me to ask the milk guy out. ”

"Are you sure you're going to convince that milk?"

"How is this possible?!, the goblin is as loyal as a dog, and even if you cut the chains around its neck and set it free, it will not change anything. The rest is up to you, man!" Doyle said, patting the Cloaked Man on the shoulder.

That night, a confused milk followed Byron. Came to the bar.

"Hey, I said you want to invite me to drink, why don't you just go at home? Why do you have to go around in such a big circle, run half of the old district, and come to such an inconspicuous and shabby shop?

"In addition to drinking, I'll take you to meet an old friend. Byron sulked.

"Old friend?!!" Seeing that Byron's expression was wrong, Milk immediately became vigilant, and quietly pulled out a phase paper the size of a business card from her pocket. There was a ton of fresh milk compressed in this piece of paper. Enough for him to protect himself.

"You'll know when you see you, relax. You don't need to be so nervous, it's your own people. ”

Entering the box of the bar, Milk immediately saw two people, one familiar and one strange, one wearing a trench coat and holding a pipe, and the other wrapped in a black cloak. One of them sat directly opposite. It was a mummy made by Cesar in Hotsea, Doyle.

"It's you? You didn't hang up, why did you come back. Milk became vigilant, and the hand in her pocket grasped the phase paper, but her mouth asked casually.

"Of course, I'm back to visit your old friend. Also......" Speaking of this, Doyle suddenly made a gesture.

At this time, Milk sensed that something was wrong, and immediately activated the phase paper in his hand, and the cloaked man, who had not moved, gently raised his palm and waved his right hand at Milk. The next moment, the milk disappeared with a stunned face.

"Doyle, you're cheating on me!" came Byron's angry roar from the box.

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Half an hour later, Doyle and the others walked out of the bar, followed by a dejected and uncertain Byron.

"That's it, I'll go prepare the materials and meet again in a week. Doyle stopped and said to Byron on the sidewalk without street lights.

"Understood, I'll go first. ”

After Byron left, only Doyle and the two were left in the dark streets, and at this time, the dark clouds that the blood moon suddenly pierced and shone on the ground, reflecting the bright red of the black carpet city. A breeze blew, raising the Cloaked Man's hood, revealing Defoe's face.

At the same time, in a remote valley in the southern region of Middle-earth, milk suddenly appeared in a pothole, and then a large amount of fresh milk fell from the sky, pouring him into a cold heart, and the small pothole instantly turned into a pond of fresh milk.

"Damn! It's 'banishment'! It's banishment! Doyle's bastard got involved with this traitor, Byron, what is that idiot thinking? Damn, your body hurts, after so many years, Defoe's idiot skills haven't improved at all! I don't know where this is? Can you notify the young master in time?!"

Feeling torn all over the body, the milk that couldn't move, quietly soaked in fresh milk, looking up at the sky, was a cosmic curtain that was highly distorted and could only see half of the screen. From this, it can be inferred that the location here must be very remote, and even the cosmic projection cannot be completely covered.

......

"Chief, urgent news!" In an office of the Mid-Domain Demon Hunting Association, the young secret artist pushed the door out and said urgently.

"What's the news? The middle-aged man with wide-rimmed glasses put down the newspaper in his hand, reached out and took a sip of a cup of tea, and said slowly.

"Yes!" the secretary handed a document to the table, then stepped away and stood respectfully aside.

The middle-aged man opened the document and read it line by line, and then he sighed lightly, straightened his eyes, lowered his head and opened it seriously.

"On the outskirts of Black Carpet City, a natural track has been discovered, you go and get a map of the Middle Regions. And the historical record of Black Carpet City, also bring it to me. The middle-aged man said with some excitement.

After a while, the secretary took the map, and the middle-aged man followed the description of the information and found what he wanted on the map. The so-called 'trajectory' is the second-level sub-divine vein under Cesar's name, which originally belonged to the seventeen-year-old cicada, but is now occupied by the fly fairies......

"The outskirts of Black Carpet City, with a long history, once entrenched in the seventeen-year-old cicada, are now occupied by a nest of suspected goblin lifeforms. It wasn't until the alien battleship landed and cut off the invasion that the aura of 'trajectory' was revealed......" The middle-aged man looked at the information, his mouth was full of thoughts, and soon he closed the information, took off his glasses and began to think.

"I know! Seventeen years of cicadas have occupied that divine vein for countless years, and they have been building and strengthening the divine domain from generation to generation, slowly covering up the aura of the trajectory and making this vein of the world ordinary. It wasn't until some time ago that the mysterious chicken cutter suddenly drained the energy of Black Carpet City, which caused the collapse of the Divine Domain, and it was no longer possible to hide the aura of the 'trajectory', and it was exposed to the world again. "What are we going to do, Chief?" asked the secretary nervously.

"Contact HQ and have them investigate everything about this vein of the world, then find a way to get rid of those fly elves and take them over at all costs. Also, pay attention to secrecy and secrecy, and don't divulge this matter. ”

"Understood!"

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Unconsciously, Black Carpet, a small town that was originally remote and inconspicuous, suddenly became the focus of attention from many parties. In this ordinary and ordinary land, there seems to be hidden magic, inadvertently attracting the attention of one force after another.

It was a complete accident that Cesara chose this place, thirty percent because it was close to the central underworld and had a strong dead atmosphere, and seventy percent because it was located in the middle of nowhere, a borderless land. When he arrived, he was also surprised that there were four other forces based here, but the days that followed were very ordinary.

Further on, the land attracted space meteorites, attracted the Zero Ring headquarters, attracted aliens, and then attracted a whole bunch of messy stuff. Now, Black Carpet City has once again attracted the attention of the old subordinates who dug the corners of Sisa's wall and the association.

However, what happened above was not known to Western Sahara.

After another big sleep, Cesar pushed open the window in his pajamas, and there was a smell of birds and flowers outside, and the sunlight reflected through the lake of heaven was warm but not dazzling, and it was completely impossible to see that it was already summer.

It has been more than half a month since I came to Fairy Township, and the outside world has already entered summer, but the weather in Fairy Township is still spring. There is a light rain every morning, noon and evening, and the temperature, light, and humidity cannot be more perfect, which is worthy of being a holy place for vacation and retirement. But this kind of beautiful day should also come to an end.

Today is the day when the super goblin armed master and the frog of the village chief of Frozen Demon Village will be delivered. After obtaining the custom-made weapon, Cesar was to leave this depraved land and return to normal life. (To be continued......)