Chapter 93: Everything is ready

The magician's face then relaxed and nodded and responded:

"Well, even if we follow up with the Light Church, we can say that they are Mingyue's accomplices, but that young man is indeed very capable. If I read it correctly, in addition to the Light Magic power, he is likely to be a high-level wind magician."

General Barty smiled proudly

"The way to kill people is not just bows and arrows."

The "Elf Fountain Street" where Huigang lives is considered the highest-end community in the entire Javier City. Otherwise, the Governor's Mansion would not be located here, so there are many privileges here. For example, the whole city is now nervous and alert because of the matter on the execution ground a few days ago, with fully armed soldiers everywhere, checking pedestrians at will.

However, although there are soldiers and guards here, those carriages of wealthy families ignore the soldiers at all. Of course, no one will make people uninterested in checking these nobles.

A well-decorated carriage turned into this street from the intersection. The soldiers on the roadside just glanced casually and started talking to their companions about the appearance of the noble or wealthy businessman's wife or daughter on the street. The driver who drove the car wore a hood, which was also a common outfit.

The carriage was moving slowly along the street, and when they arrived at the place where Huigang and the others lived, the speed slowed down a little, and then turned out of the street.

The surroundings of the carriage are now tightly closed with curtains. In the car, they are the assassins who appeared at the execution ground a few days ago. Strangely, the few people in the car still have masks on their faces.

One of them said solemnly:

"If I read it correctly, at least five hundred soldiers were ambushed on that street, and there will be more tonight. Replies from companions from other cities have been received. Except for the two people who can come from Codinburg nearest, there are no reinforcements to send in other places."

The person next to him rushed to interrupt:

"On the 20th, haven't we sworn to the point that even though we don't know each other, we won't give up our companions? The only hope for treating Thirty-six is ​​here. Don't we go and break through?"

Even though he was covered in his face, he could still see the excitement in his heart from his exposed eyes and tone.

In the seats opposite them, the assassin who was shot by a purple arrow on the execution ground that day was sitting there. He listened to the arguments in the car and spoke slowly in a somewhat weak voice:

"The toxicity of this arrow is not very strong. I still can't feel anything. Maybe I will recover soon."

The first person to speak hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind and said:

"I have seen the power of the purple arrows in other places before. Before the poison is released, you are just a little tired, but by noon tomorrow, your blood will dry up and die."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and sighed in the mask, the young man next to him had to argue when he heard this. He shook his hand and signaled that he had something to say:

"On the seventy-nine, I won't watch my companion die. The assassination of the president of the Thieves Guild a month ago was the Thirty-six who saved me. We'll go there tonight."

Although it was very inappropriate, there was a hint of determination in his tone. Such an obvious ambush, if you go to get the medicine, you will obviously die. However, there is probably a glimmer of hope to catch these scenes now. Even though you know it is a trap, you have to break through it.

The car was quiet, and the masked man who decided to make a decision said:

“Let’s go back to the hotel.”

The masked man, known as Thirty-six, did not continue to say anything, but just leaned his body against the side, looked at the street scene outside through the curtains, and said in a voice that was almost too small to hear:

"I really want to see him again."

No one could have imagined that the hiding place of these masked people was in a bar in the north city area. In the street behind, the people walked out of the carriage. There were basically no people coming and going here. Several people had obviously discussed the plan for the night in the carriage, and left in different directions after getting off the car.

The No. 79, who was very passionate in the car, was already a well-dressed and elegant young man after he came out of the bar. This young man walked slowly along the road. No one would think he was a noble child, and naturally no one would ask.

Finally, the young man heard at the door of the Governor's Mansion that it was the core of the joint rule of the entire Maitan City-State, at least the core of form. Of course, those who could come here were either rich or noble, basically carriages and horses as means of transportation. Looking at the people walking, the grooms and servants who were staying around the carriage all showed contemptuous applications. The No. 79 did not care. When he walked to the door, a servant hurriedly ran out and greeted him and said in a low voice:

"The Governor is waiting for you inside."

Under the guidance of the servant, No. 79 walked through the magnificent courtyard and towards the study of the governor behind. Duke Grayson is in his early fifties this year. Because of his excellent maintenance, he looks very young. The Grayson family has always had a noble status in the Drew Empire and is one of the six electoral emperors. Otherwise, they would not have come to this enviable Feique to take office.

Grayson was always famous for his pleasure and love for art. After coming to the city-state, he did not manage any government affairs every day. He just held dances and salons in his mansion, and lived a very comfortable life. However, his idleness did not cause any political clarity, but instead increased tax revenues and the originally loose political management became more and more strict.

The result was that the chamber of commerce, the syndicate, and the nobles were complaining, and various condemnation voices and documents continued to flow into the Drew Capital. If the Grayson family had not been powerful, Grayson himself, who was a childhood friend of Emperor Drew, would have been removed from office and investigated.

The dance party was still held today, and you could hear the carefree voices of men and women chatting and laughing in the beautiful music. But this No. 79 was not here to attend the dance. Under the guidance of the servant, he came to a secluded courtyard, which was the Duke's study. The servant whispered and opened the door and let No. 79 enter. There were two guards dressed in servants standing outside. Although there were no armor or weapons, there was a sharp murderous aura all over his body.

The Duke in casual clothes sat on the chair, No. 79 walked a few steps at the entrance, knelt on one knee and kissed the Duke's hand respectfully, lowered his head and said:

"Mingyue organization is preparing to take action tonight. I will give a signal at that time."

If those who often attend dances or salons organized by the Governor on weekdays would be shocked to see Duke Grayson's current appearance. The Duke, who had a glittering face in the past, had a calm face at this moment, and the frivolity in his eyes also became deep. The Duke nodded and spoke expressionlessly:

"The garrison is said to launch an attack around 8 o'clock tonight. It is said to be pretending to be an assassin to steal someone. Others are ambushing there, and the elite will go there. Yasen, I hope that both projects will be completed tonight, do you understand?"

The voice was filled with majesty, and No. 79, known as Yasen, bent down respectfully and said to the Duke:

"I am willing to give everything I have for the glory of the Grayson family."

After saying that, he walked out backwards. Duke Grayson stood up, walked to the table and gave himself a glass of red wine. He smiled coldly and said:

"Even the assassin doesn't know where he is, but he's still planning to deal with others, idiots."

Many people started various actions around the place where the monk lived, but it seemed to be the center of a typhoon, which was extremely quiet.

Speaking of which, since leaving Gravel Town, Huigang and Fei'er have not been so quiet. The girl happily prepared food for the two of them in the well-equipped kitchen with complete materials. The monk sat cross-legged in the living room, and the little winged lion flew down from Fei'er's shoulders and curled up at the monk's knees and napped.

Everything was so peaceful and peaceful, but the monk did not enter his own state of introspection. He completely spread his feelings and explored the movements around him. This is a wealthy area, with a population density far smaller than that of a downtown city, which also caused a lot of convenience for Huigang's exploration.

There is no suspense. There are many people hiding in the entire block in the house or in a secluded place. From the intensity of the light in the monk's sea of ​​consciousness, it is obviously mostly warriors.

Huigang had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, thinking that he really treated me as Tang Monk, and anyone else wanted to cut it. At this moment, the girl walked into the house with a cup of tea. Seeing the smile on the monk's face, she thought there was something happy, and she felt inexplicably happy.

"Brother Huigang, what are you thinking?"

Fei'er asked with a smile. The monk slowly opened his eyes. According to various analysis, the people outside would not attack until they were dark, so they were relieved now. Seeing the girl smiling like a flower in front of him, the monk felt guilty. Since he took care of the girl, there was no need to say how he enjoyed her. Almost every day, there was no peaceful day. Just like these things tonight, I really couldn't tell who was dragging down who was more.
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