The speed of the car was not slow, but it was not very fast, and it was easy to worry that the necromancers would not be able to react in time, and as for what speed was appropriate, it could only depend on Buzureano's own feelings. [Full text reading]

In fact, there are many things in the world that are not fixed, a general can judge the enemy's movements in thousands of cumbersome and difficult to distinguish between true and false information, and a businessman can seize business opportunities in a deceitful and unpredictable shopping mall. If you ask them why they can find something that others can't, it's hard for them to say the truth, but they do it.

At noon, the carriage drove into the city of Buenos, and the black eleven and Appa, who had been waiting for a long time, met the carriage, and the expressions on their faces were very complicated, as if they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, and as if they were helpless. Black Eleven's task for the two of them is to play the front station, who knows that the things that should be prepared are all ready, but An Fei and the others seem to be missing, they can't wait for the left, they can't wait for the right, and the two of them are so anxious that they are like ants on a hot pot. There is no magic teleportation array in Buenos City, and closing the city gate is equivalent to losing all sources of information, even if they are qualified to order the city gate to be opened urgently, it is unrealistic to rush back. I waited until dawn, and finally got the intelligence of the secret agent, and An Fei and others rested in Punk City last night, and a conflict broke out that night, the details of the conflict are unknown for the time being, but An Fei and the others are intact.

Although I am no longer worried, there is a resentment in my heart, and of course the faces of the two people will not look good. Whether it's Chris or Nia. Or Anfei. The weight is heavy, and if something happens to any of them, they may suffer severe punishment. This has nothing to do with whether you have the ability to turn the tide, when something happens, you always have to contribute your own strength in the place where the incident happened, so you can be convinced if you lose, what's going on now?

Black Eleven and Appa greeted Buzureano respectfully, then turned their gaze to Chris. Black Eleven asked with concern, "Chris, are you okay?" Actually, this is nonsense, he knew in the morning that everyone was fine, and Black Eleven wanted to express his attitude.

"I'm fine. Chris smiled, and the corner of his eye was aimed at An Fei, which meant: I said that you will make people angry when you play people like this, I am right!

"Looks like we should change carriages. Buzureano said with a smile, he really didn't know he had such an outstanding affinity. Looking at Slanberge's side, there was only one person, and compared to the two, he could be regarded as having the upper hand.

The grief of the night has faded in Buzureano's heart. Or rather, he is deliberately forgetting. After decades of ups and downs, he has seen too many lives and deaths, the dead are gone, and the grief is irretrievable, rather than immersing himself in it, it is better to be prepared and use a more ferocious attack to repay the enemy.

"Your Excellency, the carriage is ready. Appa replied softly, and after saying that, he beckoned, and two men in Tsing Yi walked out of the corner with a carriage, handed the reins to Apa, and then disappeared into the crowd.

"You're very thoughtful. An Fei praised.

It's just that this kind of praise is inevitably suspected of easing the atmosphere and apologetic in disguise, Black Eleven didn't even look at An Fei, and bowed to Buzureano: "My lord, please get in the car." ”

Buzureano gave An Fei a funny look and took the lead in boarding the carriage. An Fei changed his plan without authorization, which not only brought confusion to others, but also caused a lot of trouble to him and Slanbergé, and what made him even more dissatisfied was that An Fei had a conflict with the believers of the goddess of nature in the temple, although the caretaker of the temple upheld justice and truthfully told him the scene at that time, so that he understood that the main reason was not on An Fei, but everyone has a heart to protect their shortcomings, and Buzureano felt very uncomfortable.

However, there is a serious matter, whether An Fei, Nia and others all died tragically in the temple, or the believers of the goddess of nature were killed or injured, choose between the two, Buzureano would rather choose the latter, if the tragedy really happened, Thor, Ernest and even Yoland, it is possible to react violently, and all the believers of the goddess of nature will face a monstrous disaster.

Moreover, the caretaker of the temple also told him that An Fei could use the power of the Heart of Nature, and all this combined made Buzureano make the smartest choice, and when he met An Fei, he didn't mention the temple at all, as if nothing had happened.

But these things are very uncomfortable in the end, so Buzureano is very happy to see An Fei eat deflated.

It only took a short time to talk and change cars, and the carriage began to move forward again, although Black Eleven thought from the bottom of his heart that An Fei's approach was very problematic, but An Fei's prestige was still there, and the carriage had not yet left Buenos City, Black Eleven's face had softened, and he took out some East from his arms

gave Anfei: said angrily: "This is for you." After saying that, he pursed his mouth, and the corners of his mouth pointed to Appa beside him.

An Fei understood the hint of Black Eleven, he leaned back against the wall of the carriage quietly, bent his legs just to block the paper roll in his hand, and quietly flipped through it.

What was written on the paper was a summary of the information, but An Fei had no way of judging what was valuable and what was not, he just flipped through it quickly and carefully, and when he turned to the last page, the handwriting on it immediately attracted his attention, because he recognized it, it was the handwriting of Black Eleven.

There is not much content on the above, mainly about the Marquis of Zose, on the second day of the withdrawal of the Shining Sand Empire, the Marquis of Zose left Violet City with some private soldiers and rushed to the Holy City, after arriving in the Holy City, the low-key Marquis of Zose met with Yoland, and then returned to the mansion he bought, and he did not go to visit any of the officials in the city, but on the third night, he appeared at the banquet held by the eldest prince West, and talked with West very happily, like an old friend who had not seen him for many years. Afterwards, Vest and the Marquis d'Zose had a long private conversation, and no one knew what they had talked about, but according to the servant of the Marquis d'Zose, when the old man came home, he got out of the carriage humming a ballad.

Black Eleven drew a black line under what the servant said, what could make the always low-key Marquis of Zose so happy? This question is not difficult to think, Black Eleven knew, and An Fei immediately understood, Marquis Zose was bent on becoming the master of Violet City, and the eldest prince West also made a promise to him!

An Fei gently slid his hand over the paper, and looked at the front again, the texture of the two pieces of paper was different, it seemed that Black Eleven added it without authorization, such information should not have let him know about it, so Black Eleven would have made a hint.

An Fei pondered for a long time, his brows slowly relaxed, he figured it out, if he had a conflict with the king of the empire, Yoland, Black Eleven's position did not need to be considered, and An Fei would not have that kind of extravagant hope, but the person who sang the rival was replaced by the eldest prince, but still a big prince who did not get the right to inherit, and Black Eleven proved with practical actions that he would fulfill his responsibilities as a partner.

As long as the general direction is aligned, the trust between them will not be destroyed, and Anfei is not worried about this prerequisite. They are complacent about their flexibility, but they don't know that no matter who has the upper hand, they will not give them good fruit to eat. Since he already thinks that Yolande is also a wise monarch, An Fei will not easily change his mind, unless he is cornered, but with Yolande's wisdom, he knows far better than himself how to avoid such a situation.

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"Destroy it when you're done. Black Eleven coughed lightly: "This is from Your Majesty, An Fei, Your Majesty really trusts you." ”

"yes. Appa continued, "Even our Prime Minister has no right to look through such things." ”

An Fei smiled and handed the paper roll to Susanna, who was vindictive, and the paper turned into countless pieces in Susanna's palm.

It was really a wave of unevenness, wave after wave, An Fei stretched out his legs, closed his eyes and pondered. I can't imagine that I offended the eldest prince inexplicably, although everything was Yoland's idea and had nothing to do with him, but the eldest prince West would not complain about his father, and he Anfei would definitely be a scapegoat.

It's a bit too much to use the word 'hatred' to describe this kind of relationship, but the eldest prince will at least hate himself, and after what happened in Violet City a few days ago reached the Holy City, what would the eldest prince think?

"Anfei, what's wrong?" Suzanne asked softly, Anfei's frowning look caught her attention, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"It's fine. An Fei opened his eyes, then closed them again: "I want to sleep for a while, you don't have to worry about me." This is his habit, when he feels any pressure, he will not go to the tip of the horns, but will use sleep or cultivation methods to avoid it temporarily, and then think from a new perspective after he is completely relaxed.

The body relaxed, the mind sank into a fixed state, all the surrounding voices were automatically filtered out by An Fei, he couldn't hear anything, and his breath became slow and long, Suzanne and the others were used to seeing An Fei's cultivation, but they didn't care, but Buzzurellano's eyes were always on An Fei.

I don't know how long it took, but Suzanne suddenly said in surprise, "Huh, why did the carriage stop behind?"

Buzzurriano lifted the curtain on the other side, glanced back, and whispered, "Stop!"

At the same time as the carriage stopped, Anfei also opened his eyes, sat up lazily, and looked behind Suzanne through the gap in his shoulder.