The first, and probably most likely, the only "Jungle Elimination" in the history of Wind Cliff City, seemed to be destined to be remembered for many things from the moment the tournament began. For example, the "metal fangs team" that was popular before the game, and after sending two wonderful games during the game, it swept to the corner with countless sighs.

As the game drew to a close, just when the audience was about to forget them, two figures, piercing through the night, like meteors across the sky, regained everyone's field of vision, and once again occupied the entire "crystal wall".

Many were pulled out of the tent by their companions, many were stunned on the spot when they slowly woke up with their sleepy eyes rubbed, and some covered their mouths and were speechless in shock - not because of victory, but because of the courage imprinted in the picture, burning with blood and fire.

The goblins and Rometta in charge of the narration almost burst out of their voices, and the waves of sound bombarded the "Blood Gladiatorial Arena" that had stood for more than 200 years, echoing over the entire "Conviction Cloud Platform".

However, when the sparks flying in the sky in the picture gradually dimmed, walked into nothingness, and returned to darkness, everyone was silent and closed their mouths. One point two points, one two branches...... After a long time, countless candles and torches were raised, shining, and shining against the faces of young and old people, like bands of light made of stars, fell silently on the audience.

Before the light of dawn arrives, there should be someone to light the way home for them......

On the other side, however, unlike the "bloody gladiatorial arena" in the warm light, the atmosphere of the consul's residence was not affected in the slightest - it was still dim and cold, like a deep pool lurking in the night.

Archon's residence, basement. Dressed in a dark dressing gown, Barberto relaxedly sunk himself into the armchair. His hands slowly rubbed a glass of steaming milk, and his slightly distracted gaze fell on the "crystal wall". There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The warm liquid dabbled lightly on his thin, knife-thin lips, and the Archon placed the cup firmly on the small table. "Yes, a good battle, and it was not in vain that I deliberately got up in the middle of the night." His voice was soft, and the soft glow of the "Crystal-like Crystal" cast shadows of varying shades on his slightly emaciated cheeks, hiding the expression between his eyebrows. It was impossible to tell if his words were genuine praise or something else.

"How long are you going to let them live, my old fellow?" asked Barberto, the dark shadow standing behind him, and quickly added, "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean worry, but curiosity......," he said, "curious about what you're going to do." ”

The voice came from the darkness under the hood, calm, without a hint of undulation. "You can live as long as you want. Ideally, you can stand in front of me. He raised his head slightly, as if staring at the "crystal wall" that had been restored into dozens of images.

Barberto tilted his head to look at Blazej with some amusement. "Then, kill them with your own hands?...... he laughed, "for the sake of the Lord God, your hobby is a bit distorted, but I like what you do." The archon withdrew his gaze and continued, "So said. Is that 'very interesting guy' up to your mark?"

"Nope. Not really. Blazej replied.

"So?"

"My patience is limited......"

The archon shrugged. "All right, but don't go overboard," he paused, "God is above, and I never thought I'd say something like 'don't go too far.......'" I mean, don't just kill them off the field. Barberto followed up and said, "I still have to rely on them." I need people, more people, to join the carnival......"

Brazei, who was in the cloak, gave a "hmm" in reply, only to hear Barberto say again: "My old fellow, it's been more than ten years, hasn't it?...... since you appeared in front of me," he said. But he didn't look at the other party at all, "You are like a ghost in my heart, always know what I want, what I want to do, and can always do it for me." ”

The archon sighed. "I'm not stupid, Blazei, I know better than anyone that if you want to leave, you can disappear without a trace the next day, I'm afraid Wind Cliff City won't be able to stop you, right?" he said as he laughed to himself, "Hell, that sounds weird, but I have the illusion of conviction......"

He shook his head and continued, "To be honest, there's a problem I've been putting up with for more than ten years......" The archon looked up at Blazei in the darkness. "I want to ask you personally, what exactly do you want?"

The atmosphere in the room was suddenly silent, but after a few moments, the darkness under the hood met Barberto's gaze. "I thought you'd endure longer, my lord. His tone rarely had a hint of exclamation, "However, this is not in line with the original agreement between you and me......"

Barberto was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Hahaha......" he reclined his back into the back of the armchair, "I knew you would say that! For the sake of the Lord God, I already knew!" He then waved his hand, "Then forget it, everyone has the exclusive power of secrets, you and me, too." ”

Blazej remained silent and did not speak again, and the Archon pursed the corners of his mouth meaningfully, wisely cutting off his curiosity to continue the search. But before he could revert to any other point, two low knocks rang out from the corner of the stone chamber.

The wooden door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man who looked like a butler appeared in the doorway. "My lord, Ronkel is back. ”

"Let him in. Barberto replied.

As he spoke, the butler stepped aside with the doorknob, and the leader of the Brotherhood of Ironstone walked briskly into the room. However, at this time, the Rogkan man was not as richly dressed as he used to be, to be exact, his body was stained with blood, and his earthy brown eyes exuded a palpitating coldness.

The door was gently shut, and Ronkel approached the archon and bowed. "Your Excellency!"

Barberto nodded. "How's it going, is it all done?" he asked.

"Yes, my lord!" replied Ronkel, "the remaining two rivals. 'Pink Panther' and 'Rusty Knife' were all swept away. After tonight, the entire 'sweet wax' business on the 'Conviction Terrace' will be completely in the hands of adults!" He saluted again.

"Well done, my dear Ronkel. The archon said approvingly.

A smug look flashed across Ronkel's face, but he did a good job of hiding it, and hunched his waist lower. "Nope. My lord. He said, "Without your brilliant plan, I would not have been able to destroy these two formidable opponents overnight." ”

"In fact, most of the thugs were drawn to the arena to watch the game, and when we entered their lair, we didn't even encounter a decent counterattack!" said the Rogkan man's voice with a slight excitement, "When these fools happily return to the gang station, they will probably be waiting for only corpses all over the ground and a looted warehouse!"

"Alright. Put away your compliments. Barberto waved his hand in satisfaction, and Ronkel naturally straightened his waist, "Remember to follow up on the follow-up matters, those scattered thugs and the drug heads in charge of distribution can be collected as much as they can, and if they encounter disobedience, they will be killed, and new ones will be replaced." I need people, lots of people, obedient people. Got it!"

"Yes, my lord!" replied with a nod of his head.

Barberto let out an "um". Gently tapping on the armrest of the armchair. "And then, how much can you eat the day after tomorrow?" he asked.

"Except for those small gangs who can't get on the table at all, we can eat at least ninety percent of this batch of goods. Ronkel paused and continued, "If your lordship wishes." I can guarantee that the whole cake will not leave a single crumb. ”

"That's enough, it's ninety-tenth, and it doesn't matter if it's the rest......" Barberto said.

"Yes, sir. Ronkel finished. There was a hint of wanting to stop talking on his face. "But ......"

The archon frowned slightly, and did not speak, but glanced coldly at Ronkel, who hurriedly spoke: "I, I have no other meaning, my lord. He said, "I'm worried that if there is only one buyer for this shipment, is it ...... Isn't there something wrong......" he stammered at the end, and if anyone else saw it, he would have been shocked - the boss of the Brotherhood of Ironstone had never been a docile sheep.

Barberto listened and chuckled. "You think too much, my Mr. Ronkel. There was a hint of mockery on his face, "Those guys are not our city lords, and they will go to great lengths to consider what kind of balance of power. He said, "They are just a bunch of moths on the 'Wind Breath Cloud Terrace', a bunch of rotting to the bones, and only the so-called 'noble blood' family gate valve remains......"

The archon's voice grew gloomy. "They only care about whether their goods can be sold, and it doesn't matter if they buy one or ten. They only care about Yintai. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent. Ronkel stood aside, his mouth shut, not the slightest desire to answer. He knew when to speak, when to be silent, and even pretended not to hear anything. Blazei was still standing there, as if the conversation had nothing to do with him.

After a moment, the archon's gaze dimmed again. "Alright, forget about them......" he changed the subject, "plus the shipment the day after tomorrow, will you have enough inventory for the next plan?"

Ronkel nodded in affirmation. "Absolutely no problem, my lord," he said, "thirty-two barrels have been seized tonight, and at least seventy barrels will be obtained the day after tomorrow, and we ourselves have more than fifty barrels of 'sweet wax crystal' that have not been diluted at all." This amount is enough for all the 'sweets' on the gimbal to smoke every day, enough for them to smoke for a long time. ”

Hearing Ronkel's reply, the archon did not immediately express his position, but propped up his palms and gently pressed his temples. After a long time, his voice rang out. "Let's do it, starting tomorrow, smash the price of 'sweet wax' for me. Let those who have sucked but have no money to continue sucking, who are now sucking but can't suck more, and those who want to play a handful, can get the goods at any time. ”

Barberto said, beckoning to Ronkel, who quickly stuck his ears out. "Your Excellency?"

"Mark my words, I'm going to send them into madness, utter madness!" said the archon, looking at the images on the "crystal wall", word by word. (To be continued.) )

PS: It is extremely cold for two days on the weekend, please pay attention to keep warm. The year is over, the body is important, don't catch a cold~