Morat rested his chin on his hands and mused carefully: "Even though the inheritance has been extinct for more than six hundred years, the mage is the mage - it cannot be overestimated in any way, but he is obviously prepared.

…”

The Black Prophet raised his head slightly: "It is impossible for our snare to be empty, he must have helpers... Let's not mention the Black Sword for the moment, but where are the other two killers of the Brotherhood? The Scimitar and the Prison Scythe? Or Qincha and Qincha who are close to the extreme state.

Rhoda?”

Raphael shook his head helplessly: "From the beginning to the end, we found no news that the scimitars and prison scythes appeared nearby, and there was no help from other brotherhood cadres at all, but..."

Raphael frowned slightly.

Morat's eyes narrowed.

Raphael continued: "In the past week, Anton and Roda from the six giants have all returned to Yongxing City - except for the 'chief wolf' Lazanci Feisuo who is still in the south, Cenza, Roda

, Lancer, Anton and Maurice, five of the six giants gathered in the royal capital..."

Morat suddenly raised his hand and stopped Raphael's report.

His expression kept changing, and after a few seconds of pause, the Black Prophet took a deep breath.

"Five people gathering together?"

"snort."

Morat closed his eyes and shook his head: "I know who Ramon's helper is, and it's not someone from the brotherhood."

Raphael looked confused.

Morat opened his eyes slightly, his eyes full of sharpness: "The one who first revealed the news to us was the 'dark room', but the elite assassination team of the secret department pounced on the border between the two countries - isn't this obvious?"

Raphael suddenly looked up.

Morat was silent for a long time.

"Haha," Black Prophet chuckled and said, "It seems that Ramon is not a mage at all. We have been tricked by that old woman in the north again."

"But it's not without reason that she used false news to attract our attention... She was helping the Brotherhood, so what exactly did the latter... want to cover up?"

"Withdraw half of the manpower in the north and focus on investigating the movements of the Brotherhood in the past few days... The gathering of five people is definitely not without reason..." Morat laughed dumbly: "How dare you talk to Exeter's 'dark room'

When it comes to making deals, this boy Lancer is worthy of being my most outstanding disciple outside of Norfolk..."

At this moment, a violent sound suddenly came from a cage covered with black cloth at Raphael's side.

Raphael opened the cage expressionlessly.

A fist-sized head that looked like a bird and a rat protruded from inside, covered in bright red mucus. It opened its mouth with fangs, handed out a piece of paper, and then quickly retracted it.

Morat didn't even look at the ferocious, strange and weird creature, he just stared at Raphael.

The latter looked at the small piece of paper, his expression getting worse and worse.

Raphael put down the piece of paper, his face solemn as never before.

"We received a report that two of the eight powerful warriors of the Blood Bottle Gang, "Phantom Blade" Kathleen and "Red Viper" Nekra, appeared in Levol City one after another."

"And two days ago, our spy in the nearby Steel City..."

He said solemnly: "I discovered the traces of the Blood Magician."

Morat's pupils shrank suddenly!

"It seems that I caught a big fish..." Morat smiled.

Raphael pondered and said to himself: "But... actually hiding in the City of Steel... for so many years... are the dwarves in the Hall of Kings unaware of it?"

Morat closed his eyes and shook his head: "Because of the Sunset Goddess, the relationship between the King's Hall and the Black Orchid Queen has become worse and worse over the past three hundred years, and the Burning Wind Cannon has strangely fallen into a cooling state - their hands

We don’t even have a usable legendary anti-demon weapon, so even if we knew about it, we could only pretend to be deaf and dumb.”

Raphael frowned and sneered slightly.

"Are you sure it's the Blood Magician? What's the specific reward?" Black Prophet squeezed the crutch in his hand and said solemnly.

But he immediately noticed that Raphael just looked sad and sighed.

The young man in white lowered his gaze and spread out the piece of paper.

"No reward."

He said solemnly.

Morat raised his head suddenly, his sharp and unstoppable eyes piercing straight towards Raphael.

Waiting for his explanation.

The young man in white exhaled a breath and said quietly:

"The reason why we discovered the Blood Magician..."

"Because of……"

"We have a whole group of informants from the City of Steel to Levol City... thirty-four people..."

"All killed."

Raphael said silently.

"and……"

"The flesh and blood were scattered everywhere, not a single corpse was left intact."

"It matches the style of the blood magician in our records..."

He didn't say any more.

Half a moment.

Morat sighed deeply.

"It is demonstrating to the secret department: outside the royal capital, it can find each of us at any time."

"Sure enough, it's the damn one..."

He said hoarsely:

"The murderer."

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Chapter completed!