A carriage quietly drove out of the side gate of the Imperial Palace. Inside the carriage, Rogge was closing his eyes and contemplating the situation in the entire empire. Beside him, Malika, who had regained her groomed clothes, looked out the window distractedly. Tears were streaming silently, but she seemed to be completely unconscious.

This time, Malika finally realized what despair was.

Rogge flawlessly celebrated this small victory, his hands roaming Malika's smooth, elastic skin, his heart already flying out of Yanjing.

The Holy Child is a problem, but it doesn't bother Rogge. Just as he had deceived the druids, the Divine Child had already been transferred out of the Temple of the Eye of Wisdom after the Goddess's Arrival, and the three Infant Girls now placed in the Secret Room, Mora's Bedroom, and Altar were only used to hide their eyes.

Of course, if Rogge knew that the Holy Child had actually grown up Chengren, he didn't know what the expression on his fat face would be.

After years of wallowing in power struggles, Rogge had become extremely cautious and suspicious, and this time his heavy arrangement in the matter of the Holy Child had succeeded not only in deceiving his enemies, but also in the end. In Rogge's eyes, there was nothing special about the Holy Child, so after several exchanges, even he couldn't remember what the Holy Child looked like.

Since the Holy Child had already been transferred, in order to win the Emperor's trust, Rogso asked the Emperor to send a secret envoy, and he himself sent a cronie to guide the way, and went directly to the Eye of Wisdom to execute the Holy Child. Of course, all this was done in secret. Otherwise, it will cause a strong upheaval among the believers of the Eye of Wisdom. The Duchy of Arei was also the territory of the Empire, and such turmoil was something that Feuerbach the Great did not want to see.

Pompey had already provided Rogge with information about the chancellor Straw and all the important figures of his faction.

Straw is a man of great skill. In his early years, he fought alongside Alexander, Pompey, and Frederick, and later presided over the affairs of the empire. While the three great generals of the empire excelled in battle, Straw focused on the development of the entire empire over the past century. Over the past two decades, Feuerbach the Great's greatest exploits have been almost entirely orchestrated behind the scenes by Straw. For more than 20 years of Straw's reign, the empire's foreign wars and internal strife almost never stopped, but the empire continued to expand, its population grew, its military strength grew, and it successfully applied magic to warfare on a large scale. In fact, Rockefeller, who studied the magic of blizzards, more or less embodied this idea of Straw. If it comes to magic duels, Rockefeller's strength can be said to be the last among the archmages, after all, it is really difficult for Blizzard to play a role in magic battles. But on the battlefield, the blizzard magic, which is enough to change the climate of the entire battlefield, plays a far greater role than the magic of the fire cloud or the binding of high-level otherworldly creatures.

In terms of strategy, Straw's only mistake for decades was to push the Imperial army into the Abyssal World.

With the rise of the City of Clouds in the Empire, Straw gradually came to terms with the Druid's ideas, and became more and more at odds with Pompey, who was a strong supporter of the Silver Cult. The power of the City of Nightfall gradually expanded, with the support of Straw, and finally inevitably clashed with the Silver Holy Cult. In the teachings of the Ice and Snow Goddess, there has never been a word for tolerance, so at the beginning, the Silver Holy Sect took the lead in escalating the struggle between the two churches, but the result of several open and secret battles was a complete victory for the City of Cloud Night. The Silver Holy Sect, which had occupied the number one religion in the empire for more than a hundred years, has since declined, and in recent years, it has been on the defensive in all its aspects, and can only barely resist the druid's step-by-step advance.

What makes the Silver Holy Sect miserable is that the Ice and Snow Goddess has not shown miracles for decades, and Cloud Night City is obviously supported by the divine power of the Goddess of Nature, so it completely overwhelms the Silver Holy Sect in terms of both the personal ability of the Divine Magicians and the overall number of Divine Magicians.

In recent years, thanks to Pompey's unsparing support, the Silver Cult has been able to survive. Although the city of clouds is full of powerful people, and Straw is far-sighted and powerful, Pompey, who has lost all his martial skills, is still a lingering shadow in their hearts. Frederick's 'Tide' legion was completely caught in the southeastern front of the Empire, and he was unable to draw troops to contain the Poseidon legion. And Alexander is different. He had already captured the Dwarven Empire, so after learning that the 'Sea Gods' army was seriously damaged, he immediately waved his army back to Yanjing, turning the situation in one fell swoop.

Rogge pondered for a long time and finally decided to target Straw's nephew and Frederick's son for the first time. Straw had no sons, only two daughters. The Empire has always despised female surnames, and Straw is no exception. He pinned all his heart and soul on his nephew Charles. Charles did give Straw a fight, he was tall and handsome, his strategic martial arts skills were quite desirable, he was dignified and magnificent, and his reputation in Yanjing was quite good. Frederick's son did not inherit his father's business, but opted for the paintbrush. At the age of his early twenties, his paintings were already famous.

During the discussion last night, Pompey had warned Rogge that although there were no famous powerhouses among the Hutus, there was clearly something strange in Straw's house. Before that, he had sent several very powerful killers and thieves to infiltrate Straw's mansion to reconnoitre, only to be gone.

Rogge wasn't surprised, since Straw had been in collusion with the druids for so long, it wasn't surprising that the druids had set some powerful trap in his mansion. The fat man had used traps to harm people in the past, and this time he didn't want to try the taste of traps.

"Since you have a mechanism in your nest, I can't get in, so it's okay to lure you out, right?" Rogge thought to himself. According to the fat man's original intention, he originally wanted Pompey to pay for a 'Banshee's Howl' scroll and throw it directly to the center of the Straw House. Anyway, the Imperial Prime Minister's Mansion is huge, and it occupies an entire island, and the area far exceeds the scope of the 'Banshee's Howl', and it is not afraid of harming unrelated people.

Both Pompey and Alexander were startled and hurriedly stopped Rogge's crazy idea. Attacking the important ministers of the empire directly is basically equivalent to rebellion. Except at the critical moment of the seizure of royal power, few people have used such extreme means. The druid made a big taboo in opening the seal of the Abyss Gate, which caused Alexander to return to Yanjing in anger.

Rogge and the druids have something in common. Both are outsiders to the Asrofik Empire, and they don't have much respect for the Empire's long-standing traditions. Of course, in the unscrupulous and lawless, Rogge is even better than the druids.

In the blink of an eye, Rog had already calculated many conspiracies, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was even more dishonest when he touched Malika's hand.

The "Sisley" district is a famous business district in Yanjing, and it is also the most lively neighborhood at night. Like the business districts of other cities, there is a lot of squalor and sin hidden behind the bustling lights. Richelieu is not only home to museums and galleries, but also to the Records Institute and the Casino. The Heasley district is home to some of the most luxurious casinos and the most famous places.

Foresight Casino is located in the middle of the Heasley district, with only one room on the top floor of the casino, which can be stocked with a variety of gambling equipment at any time, and the maids are young and surnamed, and they can provide any service to customers who need it.

It has always been the only place to receive true high rollers.

It was only at dusk that there was no gambling equipment in the huge room that was so empty that it made people's hearts feel empty, and only a fat man with a gentle and amiable smile sat down.

Behind the fat man, there were ten big men with cold faces standing in a row, and their eyes were not on the vital points of a thin middle-aged man's body.

This middle-aged man looks shrewd and capable, quite ruthless. He stood in front of the fat man, and although his face was uncertain, he could still stand still.

There were more than twenty samurai lying on the floor of the room. They could not move, could not scream, and could only see their physical pain on their distorted faces.

"You're Dejan, aren't you?" asked the fat man with a smile.

"I am. ”

"I heard that you are the boss of the entire Yanjing Western Underground World?"

Deyang's heart moved, and he said: "This is an exaggeration, my territory only occupies one-third of Yanjing at most." ”

"So, the district of Hesley and the district of Hecktin, which is famous for its art, are your territory?"

Dejan hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

To be able to entrench in Yanjing, Deyang is certainly not a simple character. Today, he heard that someone was making trouble in his casino, and immediately led dozens of his most capable men to the town, but he didn't expect that in a short period of time, these warriors with a minimum of eight levels were easily knocked to the ground by the ten big men on the other side!

The whole time, the fat man sat in the chair and never even stood up.

Dejan carefully observed the ten people behind the fat man, and found that their eyes were extremely indifferent, and the murderous aura exuded from their bodies was like substance, but they gave people a completely different feeling from ordinary killers. Dejan's instincts tell him that these people are more terrifying than ordinary killers!

After weighing his strength of about level fourteen, Deyang quietly dispelled the idea of making a move.

"How many men do you have now?" asked the fat man with a smile.

"If you talk about the subordinates who are directly under my control, then there are more than 500 people. Dejan replied.

The fat man changed his position, sat more comfortably, and said, "Very good! I need you to help me put on a play and get a few people here." ”

Dejan cautiously asked, "My lord, you have these subordinates, what else do you need me to help with? The people to be arrested will not have anything to do with Lord Straw or Master Pompey, right? We are just small people, and we will never dare to get involved in the political disputes in the upper echelons of the empire." ”

The fat man laughed, "You're very smart! Yes, I'm going to arrest Straw's guys." But since you have heard about it, you have to do it, and you have to do it if you don't do it. Although Yanjing is large, there is no room for the survival of the middle forces now. I think you should understand this. ”

Seeing a hint of murderous aura faintly flashing in the fat man's eyes, Deyang felt a chill in his heart. He knew that if he didn't agree, then the fat man would immediately take action to kill him. In Dejan's view, there is no question of choosing between submission and death. He immediately said: "Everything is under the orders of the adults! I just hope that on the day when the adults are done, they will not forget to take me with them!"

The fat man laughed and said, "Sure enough, he's a smart man!" Come, I'll tell you who I'm going to arrest first. ”

As soon as night fell, Charles slipped out of the side door of the Prime Minister's Mansion in a hurry. Tonight, his close friend Stowe arranged for him to go with him to an exhibition of the paintings of a new artist.

Charles's heart is certainly not in the exhibition, his heart is only in the beautiful Localy. The daughter of an unknown poet, Lokali comes from a ruined aristocracy and is a far cry from Charles's. She herself knew that with the sheer disparity in her status, she couldn't have anything to do with Charles. Prime Minister Straw had high hopes for Charles, and by any measure, Charles's marriage could only be a political one.

Therefore, Lokali, who did not want to become the mistress of the great noble, always refused to pursue Charles. But the more she refused, the more Charles couldn't suppress his love.

After all, what you can't get is the best.

It wouldn't be long before Charles believed that the reserved Lokali would obediently go to her own bed like the other women. Despite Straw's repeated warnings that the situation in Yanjing had been unstable recently and that he should be more careful, Charles still left behind his nasty bodyguards and quietly went to meet Lokali.

When Charles arrived at the exhibition, he couldn't see Lokali's graceful figure at all. There were many people gathered in the exhibition hall, and many of the paintings used for exhibition fell to the ground. Looks like there's just been a scuffle here.

Charles's heart was faintly uncomfortable, and when he inquired, he learned that a group of ruffians had just come to make trouble at the exhibition, and when they tried to insult a young woman, they were stopped by a young nobleman, and a brawl ensued. The young man had good swordsmanship, but he was obviously inexperienced, and he was knocked down from behind, and finally robbed by the ruffian along with the woman.

Charles asked again about the characteristics of the two robbed, who were Stowe and Locari. He was anxious and angry, and he couldn't help complaining in his heart that Stowe didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, and those flashy swordsmanship and fighting spirit of less than six levels couldn't even fight a few hooligans who beat the sticks! He was worried that Lokali would be violated, and after asking the direction in which the hooligans were leaving, he immediately chased after him alone.

Charles, who was very sophisticated and lucky, caught a little hooligan on the way, and as soon as he broke one of his ribs, he forced the robbers to belong to a small local gang in an old building near the city walls in the district of Heisley.

When he kicked open the door of the old building, he was greeted by Stowe. This close friend, who was more than brave and lacked skills, had been beaten to a bruised nose and swollen face, and was firmly tied to a pillar. On the second floor, there was a faint sound of Lokali's crying.

Charles blushed, and without saying a word, he drew his thin stabbing sword, his movements were graceful and swift, and a few stride stabs pierced the hearts of several of the remaining hooligans downstairs! He then strode upstairs, and the thin stabbing sword cut several cold rays, and the heavy oak door was actually cut by his soft stabbing sword.

Charles was just about to scold, but suddenly saw the situation in the room clearly, and froze for a moment.

It was a very large room, and Lokali was hung from the roof, but fortunately she hadn't been violated.

In the middle of the room sat a fat man with a hateful smile, and behind the fat man there were more than a dozen big men lined up. Look at this meaning, it is specifically waiting for Charles to come to the door.

Charles's heart sank, he had realized that this was most likely a trap. It's just that how could the other party grasp his whereabouts so accurately? His left hand quietly retracted into his sleeve, and then shouted: "I am Charles, the nephew of Lord Straw, the Prime Minister of the Empire, let go of Lokali, and then get out of Yanjing forever, I will spare you from death!"

The fat man laughed and said, "If you're Charles, then I'm still Prince Rogge, haha!" It's just that these people behind him seem to be emotionless and humorless machines, and they can't even make a hehehe, just let the fat man laugh there alone.

The fat man laughed a few times, then suddenly stopped, and said, "Mr. Charles, if you dare to crush that piece of news crystal, I will immediately cut off your two legs!"

At this time, an old voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Lord Rogge, Charles's leg can't be chopped!"

Before he could finish speaking, an old magician walked into the room, dressed in an ornate robe and holding a staff embedded with ice crystals. Charles was stunned and said, "Teacher Justin, have you been following me?"

Justin didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the fat man who was slowly standing up.

No gestures, no spells.

There was no warning of a sudden outbreak of magical battles.

A wave of black flame slammed into Justin's ground, but the flames slammed into a magic shield that suddenly appeared, turning into a cloud of flames.

The robe on Justin's body shone with dazzling brilliance, and then a cold aura poured out from his body, instantly sealing the fat man in a piece of cold ice!

The dozen or so big men behind the fat man reacted extremely quickly, and at this moment's effort, they were all already with swords in their hands, but just when they were just making a gesture to pounce, the surging cold air also sealed them in the cold ice!

There were still no gestures, no spells, just between the flashes of blue light, a huge ice gun had appeared in front of Rog's eyes!

Rogge roared, and the ice that sealed him exploded!

With a thud, the ice spear plunged deep into Rogge's shoulder, and the bloody tip of the spear was already revealing from his back!

Rogge's eyes lit up, and a silent spiritual shock hit Justin at the same time! The old magician was stunned, and a black pillar of fire rose from under his feet, enveloping him all over the place!

Justin let out a scream, apparently hurt. He hurriedly took out a scroll. As the scroll dissolves into light smoke, a random spatial portal appears in the room. Justin couldn't care about Charles anymore and rushed into the portal.

The portal flashed with a glowing blue light.

Charles was not far from Justin, and Rogge's mental shock was still unfinished, and it also affected him. Charles felt dizzy and so angry in his chest that he almost vomited the contents of his stomach. He leaned against the wall and sat limply on the floor.

At this moment, the shock in Charles's heart was indescribable.

In the moment of lightning, Rogge and Justin had already attacked each other three or four times with magic! Charles had already cultivated a tenth-level fighting spirit, and he knew that a magician who could use magic in this way would be a warrior's nightmare even in close combat! He never knew that Justin would be such a powerful magician, but because he saw that his uncle Straw respected him very much and was a master, he didn't dare to be rude to Justin in the slightest.

It's just that Charles thought in a daze, the ice gun is a seventh-order magic! How can Justin even use seventh-order magic instantly? Has he already reached the level of the Grand Magus? Is this how he can't fight the fat man in front of him? So the strength of this fat man ...... The sound of ice shattering was heard.

The warriors behind Rog shattered the ice that sealed them. The corners of their mouths were bloodshot, and they looked like they were not lightly injured, but they were able to move.

By this time, Rogge had already pulled the ice gun out of his shoulder inch by inch, leaving only a huge terrible wound on his shoulder. The low temperature of the ice gun sealed the blood vessels of the wound, so there was not much blood gushing out.

Rogge stood motionless, allowing his men to bandage his wounds. His brow furrowed, and he couldn't stop thinking.

"It's the Serializer robe!" Rogge suddenly roared, startling all his warriors.

After a roar, Rogge stroked the wound on his shoulder and closed his eyes again. However, the entire room began to feel inexplicably dizzy.

Rogge suddenly opened his eyes and instructed his subordinates, "You guys bring Charles back!" I'm going to kill that mage now!

Without an answer, Rogge jumped to his feet, smashed the closed window, and disappeared into the night.

Rog walked through the buildings like a ghost, his spirit firmly locked in the old mage not far ahead. As the distance between the two sides quickly shortened, the sneer on the corner of Rogge's mouth became more and more obvious.

The serializer robe may soon have to change owners.

Richelieu, where the undercurrent is surging, has become the most dangerous jungle under the cover of night at this moment, and the hunter who was a moment ago is likely to become prey in the blink of an eye.

The only rule in the jungle is survival.

(To be continued)