The dagger rested on Nazanin's chest, and both Balin and Nazanin were stark in horror, unable to speak for a while.

Jamal laughed like a nervous maniac in his ears: "Just kidding you wizard, she's my sister-in-law, how can she hurt her?" Jamal turned sideways and made a gesture, and immediately two thugs came and grabbed Nazanin without saying anything, and the needle and thread they found out of nowhere forcibly stitched the woman's wound together, ignoring the heart-rending wail of the Edgar pearl.

Balin looked up at Jamal, blew his nose, let the sword resting on his neck, slowly stood up and walked to Nazanin's side, reaching out to hold the woman's cold hand.

After so many things, from the first time he followed Daron to attack the vulture's old camp, to the later terrorist attacks again and again, the original academic wizard has gradually grown in his heart. What's more, he knew the identity of the Honorable Councillor, and the rebels would not give the Golden Council any excuse to deal with them at this time, and he didn't have to worry about his own life.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, it's okay!" Ballin took the girl's cold hand in one hand and held her head in the other, and put it to her ear to encourage her.

Nazanin has been held in the palm of his hand by Abu Nazir since he was a child, where has he suffered such a crime, he has long been unable to cry, and his face is covered with cold sweat.

"Let's go, Mr. Wizard, Miss Pearl, just take your carriage back!" Jamal commanded, playing with his dagger, and the two thugs put their swords on Bahrain's neck, watching Bahrain limp towards the carriage as Bahrain helped Nazanin step by step.

Passing by Jamal's side, Balin suddenly smiled coldly at him: "You'd better not play tricks!"

"Threaten me, threaten me like that?" Jamal's fingers playing with the dagger stopped suddenly, his eyes shining with bloodthirsty light.

"Of course I can't, but the Golden Council I represent can, and the Tower of Babel I represent can!" The words fell, and a black tower mark appeared in the golden wizard's heart, the mark of the Tower of Babel!

The moment the Black Tower mark appeared, the pupils of Jamal and the others automatically contracted. If the Golden Council is a powerful mortal nation at best, although it is unwilling to provoke, many of the rebels are outlaws, and they are not so fearful. But the seal of the Black Tower represents the supreme Tower of Babel, the sacred place of wizards, the common mark of countless official wizards, wizard lords, and no mortal dares to desecrate.

Seemingly snorted disdainfully, Jama didn't say anything more after all.

"From now on, on behalf of the Golden Council, I will officially go to your camp to meet with your leaders. So I want to be treated with diplomatic courtesy, and this Nazir girl is now officially sheltered by the Harpy, and you are not allowed to harass her, whether it is the international diplomatic immunity or the Žiwa Convention. Otherwise, it will be seen as a provocation to the Harpy, to the Golden Council, and to the Sea of Stars. When the time comes, it's time for the Knights of Truth and even the Hexagram building in the Tower of Babel to talk to you. Balin helped the girl into the carriage and lay down, and directly reached out and slowly removed the sword from her neck.

"Don't worry, Master Wizard, diplomatic etiquette, we understand!" said Jama in a strange voice, to hide his inner turmoil. Although the killing of an honorable congressman is a major diplomatic dispute, there is nothing that cannot be discussed in the face of politics. But killing a wizard from the Tower of Babel is nothing to talk about. They will only be greeted by an overwhelming amount of witchcraft, and no one will be spared.

This is Bahrain's confidence, he dared to stretch out his hand when no one dared to touch the wooden box, it was because of this confidence. He has the extraterritoriality of the Tower of Babel! Whatever crime he committed, the mortal world is theoretically not qualified to judge him.

Laying flat on the soft cushions of the carriage, the thug asked the thug to take out a bottle of Qianlizh whisky from the food stall, pull out the cork, gently lift Nazanin's head and put the bottle to her mouth: "Take two sips first"

Nazanin's eyes were weak, half-open, and he tried to take two sips of the spirit, feeling the hot pain of the liquor slicing through his esophagus and into his stomach.

"Bear with me!" said Balin again, pouring the liquor over the woman's wound.

Perhaps the nerves were numb from Nazanin's bleeding wounds, or perhaps the girl was much stronger than she looked, or perhaps she was weaker than she had gained much strength, and her screams were much quieter than Bahrain had expected.

The wizard poured the liquor into his palms and rubbed it again, and then took a piece of cotton cloth from the carriage and tore it off and bandaged her.

While bandaging Nazanin in Bahrain, the thugs were already driving the wagons and moving slowly.

At this time, the royal city was in chaos, and the rebels set fire to the royal city in order to save Muhammad, leaving the city guards exhausted, which also made the rebels who kidnapped the two Bahraini easily break open the city gates and leave.

On the royal road of the palace, Abu Nazir galloped to the gate of the palace surrounded by elite cavalry, jumped off his horse, and stepped on the royal road with black military boots.

Twenty palace guards with nervous expressions hurriedly opened the palace door, and Abu walked into the palace with a solemn face, and went straight to the palace of Hakim Sultan under the leadership of a palace official.

Hakim Sultan, who had received the news, had redressed and was waiting for the arrival of the important ministers in the study of the dormitory.

Soon, the top officials of Edgar's power field arrived one after another, and they all stood cautiously on the side of the king's face, and no one dared to take the lead in expressing their opinions.

At last there was a sound of heavy footsteps, and Abunazir stepped into the study, looked around at the silent ministers, and then seriously bowed to the king's chest.

"Everyone is up, let's talk!" Hakim said softly with his back to the crowd, not hearing any emotion in his tone, but this made these important ministers who were familiar with his character understand that the thirty-one-year-old young monarch was already angry in his heart, and that any inappropriate words could lead to great disaster.

"Declare a curfew, send troops into the streets, and kill anyone who behaves strangely and spreads rumors!" Abu coldly stated his intentions, this is his usual style of doing things, any incident that threatens authority, only one word is needed!

"The Secretary of Affairs of the Golden Council has not yet left, and General Nazir's decisiveness has never imagined how much impact it will have on the country! When the time comes, Amnesty International, international human rights organizations, international tribunals, and so on will begin to denounce our country. The old prime minister lamented that he had always feared that the country would eventually degenerate into a military junta, so he had been instrumental in the signing of a joint anti-terrorism agreement with the Golden Council. Now that Secretary of State Adams has just arrived, a large-scale rebellion has broken out in his country, and the war has burned to the royal city, which should be a situation of cooperation between the two countries, but he sees that he is about to be destroyed by this butcher with blood on his hands. Therefore, he did not care about the consequences of angering the king, and retorted it.

"Ridiculous! This is my Edgar's internal affairs, why should the Golden Council interfere. They haven't wiped their buttocks clean yet, waiting for us to help. When will it be better to talk to them about terms than to take the opportunity to talk to them at this time?" Abu sneered.

"Stupid! Do you think that the Golden Council can be blackmailed by us at this time? On the contrary, the general election is imminent, and it is impossible for any political party in the Star Sea to be willing to bear the charge of supporting the tyrant's massacre of civilians at this time!" the old prime minister's face turned red with excitement, and he stretched out his finger and pointed at Abu tremblingly.

"Tyrant?" Hakim, who had his back to the crowd, suddenly spoke, repeating only one word indifferently. The old prime minister was shocked, and then he realized that he had committed a big crime in a moment of excitement.

He fell to his knees with a thud and buckled his head.

"The old prime minister is right!" Sultan Hakim slowly turned around, looked around at everyone, and looked down at the old prime minister who was kowtowing on the ground, but he did not say anything to stop him, and let him continue to kowtow: "The Golden Council will not allow the tyrant to massacre civilians, so we need to give them a person to bear the blame!

The old prime minister raised his head with blood on his face, looked at the expressionless king in a daze, and sighed: "Obey!"

"Very good, General Abu go and carry out the orders of the old prime minister, I am not feeling well today, and I have carte blanche entrusted to the old prime minister. Ask the old prime minister any questions!" said Sultan Hakim waved his hand and turned to leave.

"Yes!" Abu replied loudly and loudly, and everyone understood what it meant to carry out the old prime minister's orders. It seems that the grave crime of massacring civilians is about to fall on the head of this old man.

When the king left, Abu picked up the old prime minister, who was already paralyzed, and sighed silently. Abu is not a traitor, he and the prime minister's party are patriots, but their political views are different. Now seeing the old prime minister who has been fighting with him for so many years end up like this, he also sighed in his heart: "The Sultan will not treat your family badly!" Abu said so, and turned away.

Several civil officials supported the old prime minister and slowly walked out of the study, under the moonlight, the old prime minister had already shed two lines of tears, accompanied by the king like a tiger, the ancients did not deceive me!

Outside the royal road of the palace, the old man saw a former colleague who had left in a carriage, and the old prime minister suddenly laughed at himself: "Is it worth losing the entire family for such a regime?"

His eyes swept over the closed doors of the palace, swept over the lights of thousands of homes, and his empty eyes gradually re-condensed, as if he had made a major decision, instructing his henchmen: "Go home immediately and inform the family relatives to pack up and come to the Xingchenhai Embassy to meet me overnight!"

The henchman looked at the old man in shock, the seventh rank official in front of the prime minister, he knew very well what the old man's words meant!

"Go quickly!" the old prime minister urged again, and the henchman butler jumped on a horse and galloped away.

After getting into the carriage and closing the door, the old prime minister whispered to the coachman: "Go to the embassy of the sea of stars, and move slowly all the way, so that the old man can take one last look at the city where he has lived for 70 years! Hakim al-Fayed? Hakim Ahmadinejad!