"Since you don't agree with Mayor Mare's actions, I have an idea here."

"Thoughts? Let's hear it. ”

"Mr. Marquis, you will get rid of Fortes for me, and in exchange I will use all my power to overthrow the mayor. Since you maintain a neutral relationship, you will not be forced to do it to the mayor yourself, and in addition to that, you can get rid of Fortes, wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone? ”

As soon as this remark came out, the marquis's face was embarrassed, but he did not refute it in time, but thought hesitantly.

It seems that the heart is moved.

Seizing the gap between them, the rich took advantage of the void to enter.

"This matter can be considered by you, but before I think about it, I still have to tell you some 'unspoken rules'."

"Yes, please speak."

"Although you say that you are neutral, you are the mayor's man, and I fear that if the situation changes, you will betray me. At this point, if you agree to my cooperation, you have to hand over some basic 'mortgage' to me first. ”

"What kind of mortgage is it?"

The rich man let out a sneer, and replied without hesitation:

"Give me all your power distribution and the distribution of power in this town, including the nobles and merchants who have anything to do with you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Once you betray me, I will use all my money and power to destroy everything around you, and let you realize how stupid it is to betray me."

There was no hesitation in a series of murderous threats, and the certainty and threat enveloped in mystery were nothing like they came from the mouth of a drunken rich man, more like they were being manipulated by someone.

However, the long-thinking Marquis did not notice these subtle contrasts. It's better that he is weighing the relationship between them in his heart.

Indeed, compared to the powerless Fortes, the mayor of the town, who has the power of the entire town, is the most difficult to deal with, and if he wants to kill people with a knife, this burden and risk is necessary.

Although he is ostensibly obedient to the mayor, he can't help the mayor's various evil deeds, because of the mayor's constant coercion, his power is also losing bit by bit. In this case, it is better to actively resist than to sit back and wait.

Looking at the rich man in front of him, from the initial observation, it can be seen that the clothes and accessories on his body are extremely rare and high-end goods, and judging from the tone and thinking of his conversation, it seems that he really has the power and confidence to overthrow the mayor.

Moreover, he actually doesn't need to ask for any collateral from the rich man in front of him. Anyone who leaves a footprint in Elliel can easily grasp it with a little means, and if he defects, he will have thousands of ways to fight back.

The matter has come to this, maybe the rich man in front of him is the turning point for his own turnover.

"In that case, I will tell you all my power and the distribution of power. In exchange, you'll have to get rid of the mayor and all the forces around him for me, as the rules have been done. ”

"Very well, let's start planning now."

The rich man stretched out his rough and tattered palm, and the marquis shook it precisely and lightly according to the trace smell of his palm, and shook hands with him to reach an agreement.

At this time, the attendants on the side were watching quietly, and their unchanged faces seemed to be fixed on all this.

In between, the Night Pavilion was on the top floor of the ballroom, leaning on the rusty railing with his hands on the scenery.

And the suit-naïve Nayarathotep stood behind the Night Pavilion, standing with her legs stretched out and her fingers together.

The gentle breeze patted the faces of the two of them, and the wind that was warm because of the sun could not warm the cheeks as cold as the frost of the snowfield.

Relying on the memory of his own incarnation, Nyarrathotep read out the conversation between the rich man and the marquis like a translator, without a pause, and the tone of his voice made the conversation more vivid.

When the negotiation between the two sides ended, Yege also nodded with satisfaction, and his smug expression confirmed his previous conjecture.

"Sure enough, a few superficial ornaments and costumes can easily make stupid humans believe. But what kind of wine did you drink for that fellow, Nyaratotip, and why did he have such a contrast in his original timidity? ”

"Tell me, it's just ordinary wine, and all I have done is to get the wretched man as timid as a mouse, and make him brave and unscrupulous to negotiate with the other party."

"I see, that's really helpful. The Marquis wasn't really a ruthless character, but after the defeat to Master Fortes, he seemed to remember a little bit of the aura on me and the Lord, and if he hadn't let the human go to negotiate, I am afraid that he would not have been able to get close. ”

With that, all that was left in the air was the sound of empty wind and the sound of Nayarathotep's breathing.

The sound of fast and slow breathing is a sign of nervousness.

Feeling a slight strange emotion, Yege didn't show a strange expression, but still calmly admired the scenery and asked disappreciatively:

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Yes...... Yes, Lord Yakaku, can you take the liberty of asking for a small thing? ”

"Yes, just ask."

"Thank you, sir, for your approval. I remember that Lord Forts ordered you to 'kill the Marquis and all the forces involved', so why didn't you just send a small one to do it to him, but went to great lengths to kidnap humans to negotiate?" ”

"Hehe...... you're pretty clever, Nyaratotip."

"Thank you very much Lord Yakaku for your appreciation!"

Nyaratotip knelt on one knee as if relieved, and thanked the Night Pavilion in the same tone.

However, it is indeed a bit rude for a subordinate to ask such a question, after all, it is questioning the loyalty of the Night Court to Fortes. Of course, the Night Pavilion didn't take it to heart.

"Yes, if you were to be sent directly to kidnap the Marquis, confess all the forces around him by torture, and finally kill him, it would be easy and efficient. However, when I was ordered by Master Forts, I actually had other thoughts. ”

"Dare to ask what kind of wisdom you have?"

"A mayor who easily accepts external threats is difficult or even incapable of rallying the hearts of officials, let alone people's hearts. I was thinking that the blind marquis might have been forced to submit to the tyranny of the mayor, and now that the truth is really the same as I suspected, it may not be possible to get rid of the marquis now, because he is still useful. ”

"But aren't you disobeying Lord Fortes' orders?"

"You couldn't be more wrong about that, Nyarrathotep."

A series of serious rebuttals, without hesitation, denied Nyaratotip's point of view, the slender back full of mystery, in Neyaratotip's opinion, how unattainable.

"Using humans and maximizing their utility is what we have been taught since the Adults lifted the seal. Adults have influenced humans by hypocritical reason, and they can easily control many species without any bloodshed, and even have insight into the strengths of human beings and give full play to them. If you can outwit it, why do you have to dirty your hands? ”

"In other words, do you want to use that marquis's status to get close to the mayor and even the Black Snake in order to find out the truth for Lord Fortes?"

"Well, so to speak."

As soon as he spoke, he smiled meaninglessly at the Night Pavilion with his back to Nyaratotip, as if he was expecting something.

"However——, even if the other party admits to facing it, some things still have to be traced by themselves, after all, human beings are a packaging full of hypocrisy, and it is hard to believe it just by one-sided words."

"So what do you do next?"

"Take a good note of all the forces around the marquis, and it's fun to do the next thing."

The unfinished smile stared straight at the unobstructed sky, and the unfathomable ambition was like a cloud flowing in a thin stream, endless.

At night, Eliel, with its brightly lit town dotted with stars and a cool breeze blowing through the streets, is still a comfortable night.

The Royal Palace, located in the center of the town of Ellier, is the government that governs the town of Elliel and is the supreme leader of the "Rhine. Marzaha".

The garden outside the entrance to the palace is not large, except for the wooden table and benches on the side, there is only a small pool in the middle of the garden. The garden was filled with ironclad soldiers armed with spears and scimitars at their waists, and ranged wizards were placed on the balconies on each floor, wielding sophisticated wands that could easily sweep away two or three blocks in one blow if used properly.

The Marquis, carrying an attendant, sat on a bench in the garden, admiring the starry sky in silence.

At this moment, a man in the prime of life walked in the direction of the marquis, followed by a maid with a large wine bottle.

He held an empty red wine glass in his left hand and looked at the Marquis with a look full of discrimination.

The man wore only a leather bathrobe and loose cotton trousers, a neck ornament studded with dazzling jewels, and a "python" head tattooed on his exposed chest muscles.

His short blond hair and white skin looked refreshed, and his delicate eyes were as fierce as lions, glaring at the Marquis viciously.

A faint chill surrounded Marzaha, the meager chill visible to the naked eye, with a shallow killing intent in the cold light, seemed to be quite wary of the marquis. The maid beside him couldn't help but shiver because of the cold, but Marzaha didn't feel the cold at all.

When he was three steps away from the Marquis, Marzaha stopped and looked at the Marquis with disdain, who had lost one of his hands.

With a look of sarcasm and ridicule, the Marquis, who had lost his eyes, could not see this hateful expression.

"What a shame, Mr. Marquis."

"I'm sorry, I was too careless."

A disapproving laugh came from the marquis's wrinkled mouth, and his thin figure shook slightly from a wry smile.

"Anyway, the other party is a fierce opponent beyond imagination, aren't you nervous?"

"The other party? Do you mean that 'Fortes' who slaughtered the entire underground casino with celibacy? He's just a small slave under the command of Nine Dogs, what's there to be nervous about? ”

"Of course you're going to have to be nervous, because you're the mayor of this town and the culprit responsible for colluding with the Black Snake. As a slave, if he finds out about this fact, you will be overturned at any time. Am I right? 'Marzahar'——。 ”

The man laughed disdainfully, and responded to the Marquis's topic in a frivolous muffled voice.

This chilly man is the owner of this palace and the mayor of Eliel. Marzaha.

He is also one of the founders of the Black Snake, and the Black Snake mark on his chest is the best proof of this.

"Are you here to talk to me about this boring matter?"

"It's not boring, I'm just here to remind you......"

"Ridiculous!"

An angry scolding interrupted the marquis's words, and as the emotions became excited, the chill around Marzaha also exploded, but it soon gradually subsided.

He sat down beside the Marquis disdainfully, and at the same time stretched out the empty wine glass in his hand, and motioned for the maid beside him to pour the wine for him.

"Listen up! I'm different from you, not only do I have absolute power, but I'm also quite confident in my own strength, and I'm not afraid of anyone in this world except the king of Eink, including the two guys in charge of the black snake. ”

"Huh...... Well, I hope you don't lose the whole game because of your complacency. ”

Suddenly, a chill carrying a strong murderous intent came from the back of his neck, and for the blind marquis, he quickly realized this undisguised murderous aura.

"You're really hot."

The Marquis teased unhurriedly.

It was dozens of ice blades made of ice crystals, suspended behind the Marquis under the control of Marzahar, and the sharp blades emitted a cold light in the dark night, coldly pointing at the back of the marquis's neck.

"Your attitude is the reason why you lost your eyes."

"Marzaha, you're so unruly, and your personality is the key to your loss to Fortes."

As soon as these words came out, the irascible Marzaha finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the glass in his hand was already poured to three points, but because of his trembling hands with anger, he accidentally spilled the red wine in the glass.

"Don't go too far, you old man!"

The ice blade, activated by the rage, began to move, stabbing the back of the marquis's neck with a deadly and swift stab.

In an instant, bright red juice splashed all over the ground, and the green turf absorbed the fresh juice, and the slight fishy smell was combined with the strong smell of grass.

"...... this?"

I saw that the ice blades that were about to stab the back of the marquis's neck were all broken, and Marzaha, who intended to assassinate the marquis, inexplicably had three new scratches on his left arm, and blood splattered on the spot.

The five-centimeter-long wound was very deep, and by the induction of the elements, it seemed that there was a toxin hidden in the deep wound.

Realizing that there was something strange about Marzahar beside him, the Marquis, who had already intended it, laughed and greeted the air around him:

"You're too slow, aren't you?"

This greeting fell into the quiet of the night, but no one answered.

As if this tranquility was beyond the Marquis's expectations, he asked again with a little suspicion:

"Well......? Why don't you respond to me? ”

There was still an awkward silence, and the silent chirping of cicadas.

Looking at the wound in his hand and listening to the greeting of the marquis, Marzaha, who suddenly realized that he had been plotted, looked around, and unexpectedly even more terrifying bloody scenes were being staged in this beautiful night scene.

In the midst of the monotonous chirping of cicadas, the heavily armed ironclad soldiers left no traces of fighting, and the warm corpses were stacked silently into a hill, and the mutilated bodies were all in different places, and they died in a terrible state. The corpses on the balcony were slumped on the railings, each pair of cold hands hanging in the air and gradually loosening, so that wands scattered from a high place to the ground.

Everything happened quietly, and under the light of the moon, this scene was even more vivid. A large area of blood was sprayed on the walls on a large scale due to a powerful impact, staining the outer walls of the palace with bright red paint. The breeze carried the thick smell of blood into Marzaha's nostrils, and the maid beside him was already so frightened that she threw away the bottle in her arms and ran away alone.

Seeing this, Marzaha rebuked the maid:

"If you dare to run away, I will kill you with my own hands!"

The threat did not stop the maid, whose head was blank, and her body, trembling with terror, rushed towards the gate without obedience.

Unexpectedly, a white shadow flashed in the dark night sky, rushing towards the maid who was about to flee like light and shadow, and the maid immediately aimed at this white shadow, but it was too late to dodge.

I saw that the white shadow directly stepped on the maid's back, and the maid was instantly knocked down by this force and was suppressed to the ground, unable to move. Her chest hit the ground, and the force of the impact made the panting maid vomit blood and cough wildly.

When you look closely, the white shadow is the visual temporary created by the long white hair that is soft and flowing. The bright moonlight gradually illuminated the figure, and the face slowly revealed to the world.

It was a beautiful man who made Marzaha look stupid, and his deep facial features were not only handsome and upright, but because of this reincarnated appearance of Pan An, even he felt an invisible chill.

The maid under his feet struggled desperately, but the man who easily stepped on the maid with his right foot alone sneered, and his ghostly eyes looked at the last figure of the maid, which made him laugh sadly.

I don't know if it was because of pity or whim, the man gradually raised his right foot and let the maid out of his control.

Feeling the oppression disappear behind her, the maid laughed in vain and dragged her aching body towards the gate.

But Marzaha saw it, and the look of "enjoyment" on his face was looking at his distant back.

It wasn't out of mercy or whim, it was just the act of playing with the prey in the palm of his hand.

Just as the maid was about to escape from the gate, the man teleported in front of the maid in less than a second, and before the maid could scream, the man raised his hands and put his five fingers together as a blade, and began to unload the maid into pieces.

One knife after another, two knives are not enough to be three knives, both hands or one-handed rotation, from head to toe, every piece of meat, every bone, every vein, every drop of blood, how brutal is this!?