The white dove of the Grey-robed Warlock fluttered back and forth around him, and the sound of him tapping his joints against the table was even more disturbing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Chancellor of the Exchequer and the Imperial Judge are not unseen fledglings, they have all been on the battlefield and are accustomed to seeing sinister and cunning enemies.

The renegade, Odin Diggs, is just one of many predators in power struggles - except that his humble origins, adventurous style, and keen sense of the human heart make him special in this group.

Perhaps this is how inferior civilians live, who have nothing to lose and therefore are not afraid to threaten others.

But the two adults will not be at the mercy of the little people, Evan orders his pretenders to guard the tunnel, while Nikolai prepares to break down the door with his own guard.

When the two teams were only one step away from the exit, the scarlet tongue of fire suddenly sprang up from under their feet, and several guards who were caught off guard were so frightened that they took a few steps back, and the group subconsciously drew their weapons and pointed the tips of their swords at the flames.

"Don't be intimidated by the sorcerer's tricks—rush out!" ordered Nikolai, the performance at the dinner convinced him that the gray-robed man of unknown origin was not so capable, and if the threat had made him back down, he would have been eaten in the beast-ridden jungle of the palace.

The wooden door had long since been burned out, and the guards were separated from the night sky outside the tavern by a wall of fire, and the light of the dark red and black moon poured in through the window lattice

The guards mustered up their courage and tried to use the tip of their swords to spread the flames and stride out, but to their astonishment, the flames crept up the blade of the sword as if they were alive, burning more and more, and biting down on the guard's arm!

Under the heat wave, the long sword fell into the fire, and the blade turned an extremely bright orange-red, and began to soften and flow! The molten iron overflowed the wall of fire, quickly solidifying on the ground, turning into a pool of gray-white mud.

The guard's steps shrank back - it is conceivable that this seemingly unviolent tongue of fire has a temperature of thousands of degrees, and if the flesh steps into it, I am afraid that it will instantly turn into a cloud of charcoal mist!

Justice Nikolai clenched his fists, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead from the burning heat or nervousness.

The same happened to Evan and his pretenders. Evan pursed his lips, the sight reminded him of the origins of Deep Valley City's plan to fall into a coup d'état - from the time he took over Carter Larson's gold sand, which was burned by the Sanctuary mage!

The flame that burned the gold at that time was so similar to the scarlet wall of fire in front of you!

He saw Carter die in the flames with no chance of surviving - and then, he miraculously won the Sanctuary and captured Paliva!

Perhaps, perhaps, since then, this self-proclaimed renegade and ambitious warlock has been planning all this, and the Sanctuary mage who burned the chest full of gold sand is also Odin Diggs in disguise!

All kinds of details came out of his mind, and even though the heat in front of him almost roasted people, Evan Hall couldn't help but shiver a few times!

"Don't doubt it, Lord Hall. As if knowing what was going on in his mind, the warlock interrupted Evan's thoughts, causing him to take a few steps in shock: "It was indeed the mage of the Sanctuary who robbed you at that time. As for why Master Larson survived, it was because I happened to be his subordinate. ”

But doubt had sown seeds in Evan's heart, and he looked at Odin with a wolf-like look.

The gray-robed warlock waved his hand lightly—the place where the candlestick had fallen was lit up, and the dark tavern instantly became bright, and the dense figures also emerged from the darkness.

Both the pretenders and the guards were almost soaked, their faces were gray, and beads of sweat were dripping from their foreheads.

The whole tavern was placed on flames, even the air became hot, and the breathing of the people became thicker and thicker, but no one spoke.

Odin broke the silence again, and he, like his master, sat down in the middle of the tavern, poured ice wine again, and beckoned the people to sit down.

"Five minutes to go - if you can't think of a way out, I'm afraid the Faceless Inquisitor will hang you on the barbed chains of the Inquisition. ”

The gray-robed warlock spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he was telling some anecdote that had nothing to do with him.

"I've heard that they like to stick barbed chains into their veins, drain your blood like before slaughtering a cow, and then throw the carcass into the fire. You have never been to the Inquisition, but I have seen with your own eyes - the sinners' skulls swaying back and forth on the chains, babbling like wind chimes. ”

As he spoke, Nikolai jumped onto the table and rushed towards Odin at great speed, and the sword fell from the sky, drawing a cold light in the heat!

And the gray-robed warlock turned slightly sideways the moment the tip of the sword touched his chest—the judge barely saw how he moved, only felt a gust of hot wind blow through his ears, and his hand was empty, and the long sword was gone!

Next, he only felt hot all over his body, but cold on his neck!

He lowered his head slightly, and saw that the blade of the saber "Raptor" was close to his neck!

Fear finally knocked out Nikolai's sanity - he had won against the samurai and fought the Templars, but none of them scared him, for he could see how the opponent attacked step by step and how he used his strength.

And this unknown warlock, like a ghost, can't even catch his movements - as he said, if you want the lives of people here, he can do it alone!

Seeing that everyone did not dare to move, Odin removed the sword from the skin of the archmage's neck, threw it on the ground, and sat down with his hands folded again.

He turned to the silent Evan Hall and smiled, "Lord Hall, since you can't kill me, you have no choice. Even if you escape from the power of the Templar and the royal family tonight, you won't be able to keep my mouth shut—"

Odin hinted to the Chancellor of the Exchequer that he personally directed the massacre of Nanfeng Country, and all of this was inseparable from Deep Valley City. It was this fuse that ignited the contradictions of the Four-City Alliance. If the truth is revealed, I am afraid that the anger of these city-states will be vented on the deep valley. Even if the country is rich, the deep valley cannot escape the fate of war.

By this time, Justice Nikolai had given up the struggle, took off his hood, pulled out the leather chair, sat down next to Odin, and extended his hand to him as a gesture of goodwill.

The gray-robed warlock shook it politely, and found that Nikolai, who had always been known for his intelligence and calmness, had cold palms.

And the Chancellor of the Exchequer, who did not say a word, also had to take a few steps forward and sit in another chair next to Odin.

The warlock clapped his hands, and the flying white dove broke through the window and disappeared into the night sky. He smiled pleasantly and pushed the silver glass in front of the two powerful men.

"It was a monumental night. Let's toast to the kings and to justice!"

Speaking of a high-sounding reason, the sorcerer raised the wine glass in front of him, and the golden wine inside, under the firelight, rippled and refracted a charming light, as if it was about to burn.

And the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the Imperial Justice, with gloomy faces, raised their glasses and touched each other.

Since then, the forces of the coup d'état and the power of the king's faction have finally tended to be balanced.