After the matter was finalized and the Philin people left, Kemp immediately objected: "Lord Pasha, the horse bandits' den is very dangerous, you can't put yourself in danger!"

"I know."

Talat looked at Zhou Jinru and asked, "Does Mr. Fourth think so too?"

“If you don’t go, it doesn’t necessarily mean you are afraid, and if you go, it doesn’t necessarily mean you are brave.”

Talaat sneered and said: "The invitations have been sent, how can I not go? How many guards does Mr. Fourth think is appropriate for me to bring?"

“It’s not a good thing to bring too much, and it’s not a bad thing to bring too little.”

The young man was silent for two seconds and muttered: "I hate you guys who are so mysterious when you talk!"

Talaat had to go, and it was finally determined that there were only two people going to the city with him for the meeting, one was the guard captain Kemp, and the other was Zhou Jinru.

"If Mr. Four can't ensure my safety, then no matter how many people I bring, it won't help."

Kemp initially asked to bring more people, but after hearing Pasha's reasons, he felt that it was very reasonable. No matter how many people there are, they may not be as good as Mr. Four alone.

When we entered the city, there were already people waiting on the roadside.

"Lord Pasha, I am the head of the Gaul Company. You can call me Franklin."

The first horse bandit leader to show up turned out to be a Gauls.

Zhou Jinru secretly looked at Franklin. He was a Liboli man who looked very strong. His strong muscles stretched his formal clothes tightly, and the horse under him was even more overwhelmed, struggling to carry him.

It was really an eye-opener. I thought that people in Liboli were all very thin.

While Franklin was talking to Talat, his eyes glanced at Zhou Jinru from time to time.

Is this the mysterious Mr. Four?

I can't see his true face, he is just as gloomy as the rumors.

It must be true that there is someone behind Talaat.

You have to find an opportunity to test it out.

Not only Franklin had this idea, most of the people who watched the young pasha enter the city today focused their attention on Zhou Jinru.

Because no matter how hard a young man works, his experience and vision are limited, and his character is not stable enough. As long as he is willing to pay the price, he will definitely be defeated.

But Mr. Fourth, who is unclear about the details, is different. His existence is probably to pave the way for Talaat to become a veritable pasha. No one knows which force is behind it.

Gaul came to Sargon to make a fortune and attack his old rival Victoria. Likewise, Victoria thought the same. There was a hostile relationship between them, a hostility packaged in civilization.

Maren Pasha had to be more careful. After all, the Gauls and Victorias could escape back to their home countries if something happened. Sargon had nothing to do with them, but he was a local and could escape for a while, but not forever.

"Can you figure out the origin of Mr. Fourth?!"

"Old Ising has no choice, the crystal ball has no clue."

Maren Pasha said anxiously: "What do you mean there is no hint?! I gave you the ancient gold coins of the Sargon Empire, and you must give me an accurate answer!"

The old fortune teller trembled with his hands, his rough fingers gently rubbed against the crystal ball, and a faint light emitted, shining on his face that was as wrinkled as orange peel.

"Old Ising's crystal ball cannot display this person's information. He is a person who does not exist, or he has no future and past. There are only two possibilities for this outcome, either, he is really a person who should not exist, or

, is there any more sophisticated means to interfere with the divination results?"

"That is to say, there is still no answer?"
Chapter completed!