That night, many of the inhabitants living in the vicinity of the 'Crystal Distillery of Szogne' were driven out of their sleep and warm bedding by a sudden fire.

When they fled their homes and stood on a high vantage point looking out at the winery in a sea of fire, everyone was stunned by the fire, and many people, even in their entire lives, had never seen such a terrible fire. The crimson flames that rushed into the clouds swept wildly through everything they could touch, and countless warehouses roared horriously in the billowing flames, and finally collapsed in the sparks like fireworks, and the night sky, which had been pitch black, was dyed a fiery red by the firelight.

It didn't take long for countless Brotherhood members to arrive from all directions, and then the entire Black Blade Guard also entered the fire, and finally, when the "convicted Yuntai" sheriff, Andro Gorman, was present in person, this long-abandoned winery, which was almost forgotten, finally returned to everyone's attention after many years. And, if nothing else, it will become the hottest conversation after dinner and will last for a long time.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the fire finally came to its final end when the sun rose the next morning. However, in addition to leaving behind a piece of charred ash and pungent smoke, it also left another question in the hearts of everyone, who dared to light such a fire on the head of the powerful "Brotherhood of Ironstone"?

It's not just the crowd of onlookers who are asking this question, yes, it's someone else......

Located in the center of the Consul's Mansion, the rising sun casts the cream-white four-story building with a bright gold border. As the tallest building on the entire Gimbal platform, its history is almost as long as that of Wind Cliff City, hundreds of years of time. The power of dozens of consuls alternates here, and the political game of several families is silently pervasive here, and the only thing that remains unchanged is as if the palace is always silent.

At this time, a richly dressed man was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window on the fourth floor of the mansion. Gazing in front of him slowly spreading out into the distance. His cheeks were a little thin, but his skin was very white, his dark yellow hair was neatly tucked behind his head, his long eyebrows were thin, and his little bright eyes seemed to have an innate cunning and doubt—I mean, when you look into his eyes, you think he's doubting everything he sees, everything.

Barberto Frion is 41 years old. As a man, this age is a good time for him. But in fact, it is true, he has been sitting firmly on the highest power seat of Yuntai for ten years, and what is even more rare is that he is very likely to become the first consul to serve three consecutive terms and reign for fifteen years.

Barberto's gaze moved slowly. Skim past the cluttered rooftops and the people who are waking up in the streets. Dirty, chaotic, indifferent, boisterous...... Here are all his impressions of the city. It can be said that all the negative words in the world can be placed on the "conviction Yuntai" without any scruples, and there will be no incongruity.

But it was such a foul "sin city", but Barberto never hid his love for it, because it was the city that crawled at his feet. A city that belongs to him alone.

Unconsciously, a smile appeared on the consul's face, as his gaze fell on a circular building not far away - the Blood Gladiatorial Arena, the grandest and most massive gladiatorial arena in the entire "Conviction Cloud Terrace". It's there. He ascended to the throne of the consul, and it was there that he became the master of the entire cloud platform. Perhaps, in the near future, he will continue his legend there.

Not far behind him, two other men stood side by side, one of them wrapped in a dark brown hooded cloak, silent and silent. The other was a Rogkan, with two thick scars carved into his shaved head, making him look hideous.

And he, looking carefully at Barberto's back in front of the window, whispered something. “...... Seventeen brothers were killed, more than twenty were injured, five cultivation pools were damaged, and the corpses of the 'Darkhearters' were destroyed......" he said and paused, subconsciously looking up at the archon, "For now, that's all the known losses...... Others, still under investigation......"

The Rogkan said, and lowered his head again. If anyone sees this scene, they will definitely shock their jaws to the ground, because as the leader of the largest gang in Yuntai, the leader of the "Brotherhood of Ironstone", the "Bone Crusher" Ronkel always leaves the impression of being fierce and ruthless, and those who oppose him often end up extremely miserable, and they can't even find a complete corpse.

But it is such a ruthless guy who would bow down to another person, and even be as docile as a sheep, I have to say, it is an incredible miracle.

However, what many people don't know is that the reason why the "Brotherhood of Ironstone" has sprung up in a few years, swept away all hostile forces with almost stormy power, and even monopolized the "sweet wax" business. In fact, the most fundamental reason is that Ronkel found the most solid backer, and he pounced on it without reservation. Otherwise, relying on their strength alone, they would not have reached today's heights at all.

Of course, relying on this backer with amazing strength, Ronkel has lived a very nourishing life in recent years, and even experienced the most attractive taste of power.

After Ronkel finished speaking, the atmosphere in the study fell silent, and after a long time, the voice of the archon came from the window. "Is Belda dead?" his voice was soft, but the question was clearly not about Ronkel.

Blazei, wrapped in a cloak, remained motionless. "Yes, there are no bones. There wasn't a hint of mood swings in his tone.

"Raman also had something to do with him, didn't he?" asked Barberto, without looking back.

"Not exactly. Blazej replied.

"Oh?" the archon's voice lifted, looking back at Blazei, "not exactly?" he said.

Blazej nodded. "I slashed Raman's last slash, to be exact," he seems, describing something that had nothing to do with him at all. "As for his death, it is better to say that he died of arrogance, ignorance, and even incurable stupidity. ”

Ronkel, who was standing nearby, glanced at Blazej in shock, in fact, he had only heard that Raman had died, but the exact circumstances were completely unclear. But he won't say anything on the subject. Because the difference between himself and the "hand of judgment" is as exaggerated as if two completely different worlds. So, after just one glance, he turned his gaze elsewhere.

The Archon, on the other hand, smiled and nodded, not seeming to disagree with Blazei's opinion. "I wasn't surprised by that...... he said, "in fact." It's a miracle that he's survived until now. He paused as he spoke, as if pondering another question. "Tell me about the guy who killed the two 'Hands of Judgment', you've seen him, haven't you? ”

Blazej was silent for a moment, and his voice floated out from under the hood. "Young, sharp, stubborn, tough......" he said, "mediocre in strength, not a difficult guy to deal with," his words stunned Barberto. Blazej added, "But there's a lot of potential, a very rare potential. He thought for a moment, "Anyway......"

But before he could finish speaking, a sudden quarrel broke out outside the study interrupted his words, and Barberto's face instantly showed an unhappy gloom.

"I'm sorry. Your Excellency, you can't just break into the Archon's study......" a voice said eagerly. "Please wait a minute, let me ...... for you"

"Shut up!" a louder voice roared, followed by a thud that slammed open the door to the study. With a pungent smell of fireworks, a man with a round figure and several jaws was born. A slightly bowed man barged in. It was the sheriff who had just returned from the fire, Andro Gorman. "Barberto, you need to give me an explanation!Do you know what a mess we caused last night?!" he asked, his gaze falling directly on the Archon's body, in a dejected manner.

Barberto nodded to the guard at the door, who saluted and gently closed the door to the study. Then he smiled and looked at the sheriff, whose face was flushed with anger. "Relax. My old man, it's not a big deal......" he said, "it's just a 'little mouse' that has crept in......"

"Do you think I'm a brainless idiot?!" the sheriff stepped forward, "accidentally? you use that word so well! The other party actually used 'Ankali sludge'!" he growled, "As long as the sludge burns out, the fire won't stop! You call this 'careless', don't you?!"

He stared at the Archon and continued. "You should be glad that the fire didn't spread outside the brewery, otherwise, once someone burns to death, you and I won't be able to escape the accountability of the lord of the castle!" he stood in front of Barberto, his voice almost squeezing out between his teeth. "And what if the lord finds out what you're doing under the winery, don't blame me for not warning you, my old fellow!" he said, glancing at Blazej and Ronkel with disgust.

Barberto's face changed instantly. "Are you threatening me?" ?...... dear sheriff," he said, "don't forget, you have a part in this!" he didn't wait for Andro's roar to erupt, and immediately showed a gentle smile, "Of course, everything is risky, and as I once said, your final gain will be very rich compared to the risk you take!" He looked the other man in the eye, "I think you should know very well that I didn't lie to you in this matter, did I?"

Andro pursed his lips, his eyes rolling with restraining anger. "Remember your promise, Barberto!" he whispered, squinting his eyes, "Kill that careless 'rat'! I don't want to always pay for someone else's stupidity!"

The sheriff's palm behind his back squeezed hard. "I will, don't worry. He said, with a nod on his forehead.

Andro snorted in displeasure, threw up his cloak and walked towards the door, slamming the door against the wall again and disappearing into the consul's study. Looking at the sheriff's back, Barberto's eyes flashed with a piercing cruelty, but when the guards closed the door again, the words that came out of his mouth had nothing to do with the unhappiness just now.

"Anyway, Blazei," he asked softly, "I'll hear what you have to say." ”

Ronkel, who was standing in the distance, was stunned, and Blazei's answer had already been given. "All in all, he's a very interesting guy......"

"Poof...... Hahaha!" Barberto suddenly laughed, and looked at Brazei with some curiosity, "Is that what you say? my dear Brazei!" he said with a smile, "It's so rare to find you so interesting!

"Yes. Blazei's tone remained calm.

"All right," said Barberto, returning to the window, looking into the distance, his face reflected in the bright glass. "Do you think he can stand on our side?" he asked.

"No, you can't. ”

"Sure enough......" the sheriff nodded without surprise. "Well, you're going to have to kill him, right......" he looked at Blazej with the reflection on the glass, "that's what you're trying to do, right?

"That's right. ”

The sheriff nodded in understanding. "He's yours," he said with a smile, "but don't interfere with our plans. ”

"Absolutely not. Blazej denied.

Barberto took a deep breath and turned around. "So be it, Blazei, I'm waiting for good news from you......" he gave the order to terminate the conversation. "I'm going to talk to Ronkel about restarting work, it's a big deal that can't be delayed. ”

Blazej listened, turned and walked out of the study silently, while the banter of the sheriff came from behind him. "I'm actually really looking forward to how much of a storm this 'little mouse' can make......" But Blazej didn't say anything about it.

The door closed behind him, and in the narrow hallway, another figure leaned against the ledge, seemingly waiting for a long time. "Captain, that guy from yesterday, do you know?" the black-haired mage raised an eyebrow, his voice uncomfortably shrill in his voice.

"I don't know. Blazej didn't look at him, but simply replied and walked past him.

"That's good, I don't have any scruples about killing him. The mage licked his lips.

Blazej stopped, but did not look back. "No problem, but I'm not interested in collecting the ......bodies of three people in a row," he said, continuing to walk forward, leaving a gray-faced mage behind him. (To be continued......)