A carriage quietly drove out from the side door of the imperial palace. Inside the carriage, Rogge was resting his eyes and thinking about the situation of the entire empire. Beside him, Malika, who was dressed up again, looked out the window in a daze. Tears were flowing silently, but she seemed to be completely unconscious.

This time, Malika finally realized what despair is.

Rogge went to celebrate this small victory, his hands wandering on Marika's smooth and elastic skin, and his heart had already flown out of the imperial capital.

The Holy Infant is a difficult problem, but it is still impossible to deal with Rogge. Just as he deceived Druid, the Holy Infant after the goddess has long been transferred from the palace of the Eye of Wisdom. Now it is placed in the secret room, the three baby girls on the Moral bedroom and the altar are all just to cover up their eyes and ears.

Of course, if Rogge knew that the Holy Infant had actually grown up, he would not know what expression would be on his fat face.

Roger has become extremely careful and suspicious for many years in the power struggle. This time, his numerous arrangements on the Holy Infant matter not only successfully deceived his enemies, but also eventually deceived himself. In Roger's eyes, the Holy Infant has nothing special, so after several changes, he can't even remember what the Holy Infant looks like.

Since the Holy Infant had already been transferred, in order to win the trust of the Emperor, Roger asked the Emperor to send a secret envoy, and sent a close confidant to lead the way and went directly to the Eye of Wisdom to kill the Holy Infant. Of course, all this was carried out in secret. Otherwise, it would inevitably cause strong turmoil among the believers of the Eye of Wisdom. The Principality of Are is also the territory of the empire, and such turmoil was also something that Emperor Feuerbach did not want to see.

Pompeii has provided Rogue with information about Prime Minister Straw and all the important figures in his faction.

Strau is a talented man. He fought side by side with Alexander, Pompeii and Frederick in his early years, and then presided over the government affairs of the empire. The three famous generals of the empire were good at fighting for battles, while Strau focused on the century-long development of the entire empire. Over the past twenty years, the great martial arts of Emperor Feuerbach were almost all carefully planned by Strau behind the scenes. During the past twenty years of Strau's reign, the foreign and internal wars in the empire had almost never stopped, but the empire's territory continued to expand, the population continued to grow, and the military strength was increasing.

Strengthened and successfully applied magic to war on a large scale. In fact, Rockefeller, who was carefully studying blizzard magic, more or less reflected Straw's idea. If we talk about magic duels, Rockefeller's strength can be said to be the last among the great magicians. After all, it is difficult for blizzard to play a role in magic battles. But on the battlefield, the role of blizzard magic that is enough to change the climate of the entire battlefield is far greater than that of magic such as Yan Yun or high-level alien creatures.

In terms of strategy, Strau's only mistake over the past few decades was to push the imperial army to fight against the Abyss World.

With the rise of the City of Clouds in the Empire, Straw gradually agreed with Druid's philosophy and became increasingly disagreeable with Pompey, who strongly supported the Saint of Silver. The power of the City of Clouds gradually expanded with the support of Straw, and finally inevitably had conflicts with the Saint of Silvers. In the teachings of the Goddess of Ice and Snow, there was never the word tolerant. Therefore, at the beginning, the Saint of Silvers relied on its advantage and took the lead in escalating the struggle between the two churches. However, the result of several open and secret struggles was that the City of Clouds in the City of Clouds was a complete victory. The Saint of Silvers, which occupied the largest sect of the empire for more than a hundred years, has since declined. In recent years, it has been in a defensive position and can only barely resist Druid's step-by-step advance.

What makes the Silver Holy Sect suffer is that the Ice and Snow Goddess has not shown miracles for decades, and the City of Yunxiao has obviously received the support of the Goddess of Nature. Therefore, both in terms of the personal abilities of the Divine Artist and the overall number of the Divine Artist have completely overwhelmed the Silver Holy Sect in terms of the personal abilities of the Divine Artist and the overall number of the Divine Artist.

In recent years, relying on Pompei's unremitting support, the Silver Holy Sect has been able to survive. Although the strong people gathered in Yunxiao City and Strau was far-sighted and powerful, Pompei, who lost all his martial arts, was still a lingering shadow in their hearts. Frederick's "Tidal" Legion has completely fallen into the southeast front of the empire and cannot draw troops to restrain the "Sea God" Legion. Alexander is different. He has already captured the Dwarf Empire, so after learning that the "Sea God" Legion was seriously damaged, he immediately rushed back to the imperial capital and reversed the situation in one fell swoop.

Roger thought for a long time and finally decided to set his initial goal on Straw's nephew and Frederick's son. Straw had no son, only two daughters. The empire has always despised women, and Straw was no exception. He placed all his efforts on his nephew Charles. Charles did make great contributions to Straw. He was tall and handsome, with great strategies and martial arts. He was very generous and praised in the imperial capital. Frederick's son did not inherit his father's business, but chose a paintbrush. He was only in his early twenties, and his paintings were already well-known.

During the discussion last night, Pompey warned Rogge that although there were no famous strong men in the Hutu clan, there was obviously something strange in Straw's mansion. Before that, he had sent several very powerful killers and thieves to sneak into Straw's mansion to reconnaissance, but they all went away and never returned.

Roger was not surprised. Since Straw had been colluding with the Druids for so long, it was not unexpected that Druid set up some powerful mechanism traps in his mansion. The fat man used traps to harm people a lot in the past, and this time he didn't want to try the taste of the trap.

"Since there are mechanisms in your nest, I can't get in, so I can't lead you out, right?" Rogue thought to himself. According to the fat man's original intention, he originally wanted Pompei to pay for a "Banshees' Howling" scroll and threw it directly into the center of Straw's Mansion. Anyway, the Imperial Prime Minister's Mansion is magnificent and occupy an entire island, and the area is so large that it far exceeds the scope of the "Banshees' Howling". He is not afraid of affecting irrelevant people.

Pompei and Alexander were both startled and quickly stopped Roger's crazy idea. Direct attacking the important officials of the empire is basically equivalent to rebellion. Except for the critical moment of seizing the royal power, few people use such extreme means. Druid made a big taboo in opening the seal of the abyss door, which aroused Alexander back to the imperial capital in anger.

Roger and Druid have some commonalities. Both sides are outsiders of the Aslofik Empire and do not respect the empire's traditions for many years. Of course, in the unscrupulous and unlawful state, Roger even has more than Druid.

In the blink of an eye, Roger had already considered many conspiracies, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously, and his hands touching Marika became even more dishonest.

The "Heathley" area is a famous commercial area in the imperial capital and the most lively neighborhood at night. Like the commercial areas of other cities, there are countless dirty and sins hidden behind the bustling lights. Richelieu not only has museums and galleries, but also brothels and casinos. The Heathley area is the place where the most luxurious casinos and the most famous prostitutes are gathered.

The ‘Foresee Destiny’ casino is located in the center of Heathley District. There is only one room on the top floor of the casino. Various gambling tools can be placed in the room at any time. The maids are young and sexy, and they can provide any service as long as customers need it.

This place has always only received real high-quality customers.

But at this dusk, there was no gambling equipment in the huge room that was so empty that it made people feel weak, and there was only a fat man who smiled gently and kindly.

Ten big men with cold faces stood in a row behind the fat man, their eyes wandering around the vital points of a thin middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man looked smart and capable, quite vicious. He stood in front of the fat man, and although his face was in a striking and suspicious expression, he could still stand still.

More than twenty warriors lay in a row on the ground of the room. They could not move or scream, and they could only see their physical pain from their twisted faces.

"You are Deyang, aren't you?" the fat man asked with a smile.

"I am."

"I heard you are the boss of the entire western underground world of the imperial capital?"

Deyang's heart moved and said, "This is an exaggeration. My territory only accounts for at most one-third of the imperial capital."

"So, Heathley and Hecking, which is famous for their art, are your territory?"

Deyang hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.

Deyang is certainly not a simple person to be able to occupy one side of the imperial capital. Today he heard that someone was causing trouble in his casino, so he immediately led dozens of the most capable men to conquer the market. However, he did not expect that in a short time, the warriors he brought with him with the lowest level eight were easily knocked to the ground by ten big men on the other side!

From beginning to end, the fat man sat in a chair and never stood up.

Deyang carefully observed the ten people behind the fat man and found that their eyes were extremely cold and the murderous aura they exuded was as real, but they gave people a completely different feeling from ordinary killers. Deyang's intuition told him that these people were more terrifying than ordinary killers!

After measuring his strength at level 14, Deyang quietly gave up the idea of ​​taking action.

"How many subordinates do you have now?" the fat man asked with a smile.

"If you mean subordinates who are directly under my control, then there are more than 500 people." Deyang replied.

The fat man changed his position and sat more comfortably, saying, "Very good! I need you to help me perform a play and catch a few people."

Deyang asked carefully: "Sir, if you have these subordinates, what else do you need me to help? The person you want to arrest will not be related to Lord Straw or Lord Pompey, are we just small people and we must not be involved in the political struggles of the upper class of the empire."

The fat man smiled and said, "You are very smart! Yes, I want to catch Straw's people. But since you have heard of this, you have to do it, and you have to do it if you don't. Although the imperial capital is big, there is no room for the middle forces to survive now. I think you should understand this principle."

Seeing a trace of murderous aura flashing in the fat man's eyes, Deyang felt cold in his heart. He knew that if he didn't agree, the fat man would immediately silence him. In Deyang's opinion, there was no problem of choice between surrender and death. He immediately said: "As long as you follow the instructions of your elders! I just hope that the day when your elders are done, I will not forget to give me some advice!"

The fat man laughed and said, "It turns out that he is a smart person! Come on, I will tell you who you are going to catch first."

As the night fell, Charles slipped out excitedly from the side door of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Tonight, his close friend Stowe made an appointment for him to see the exhibition of a new painter.

Of course, Charles' heart was not in the art exhibition, his heart was only in the beautiful Locarley. Locarley was the daughter of an unknown poet. He was born into a ruined aristocrat and his identity was very different from Charles. She herself knew that based on the huge difference in identity alone, she could not have any result with Charles. Prime Minister Straw had high hopes for Charles. No matter from which angle, Charles' marriage could only be a political marriage.

Therefore, Locarly, who was unwilling to be the mistress of a noble family, always refused Charles' pursuit. But the more she refused, the more Charles could not suppress her love.

After all, what you can't get is the best.

It won't take long for Charles to be confident that this reserved Locarly would go to his bed like other women. Although Strau repeatedly warned him that the situation in the imperial capital was unstable recently and asked him to be more careful, Charles still left his annoying bodyguard and quietly went to meet Locarly.

When Charles arrived at the exhibition, he could not see Locarly's graceful figure at all. Many people gathered in the exhibition hall, and many of the paintings used for the exhibition fell to the ground. It seemed that a riot had just happened here.

Charles felt something was wrong in his heart. After asking, he learned that a group of gangsters came to the art exhibition to make trouble. When they tried to molest a young woman, they were stopped by a noble young man, and a fight broke out. The young man had good swordsmanship, but he obviously lacked experience. He was beaten down from the back with a stick, and finally got rid of the gangster with the woman.

Charles asked again about the characteristics of the two robbed, which were Stowe and Locarly. He was anxious and angry, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart that Stowe was ignorant. Those flashy swordsmanship and less than level 6 fighting spirit could not even beat several hooligans who were scattered! He was worried that Locarly would be violated, so after he found out where the hooligans left, he immediately chased them alone.

Charles was very experienced and lucky. He caught a little hooligan on the road. He had just broken a rib and asked the gangsters who were robbing people belonged to a small local gang, and they were nested in an old building near the city wall in Heathley District.

When he kicked open the door of the old building, what he saw was Stowe. This brave and lacking close friend had been beaten to a blue nose and was firmly tied to the pillar. Locarly's crying sound came faintly from the second floor.

Charles had a blue face and pulled out the Sharp Sword without saying a word. His movements were elegant and swift. He stabbed several times and pierced the hearts of several left-behind gangsters downstairs! He then strode upstairs, and the Sharp Sword drew several cold lights. The thick oak door was actually broken by his soft Sharp Sword.

Charles was about to scold him, but suddenly saw the situation in the room and was stunned for a moment.

It was a very large room, and Locarly was hung from the roof, but fortunately she had not been violated.

A fat man with a odorous smile sat in the middle of the room, and there were more than a dozen big men lined up behind the fat man. Judging from this, he was waiting for Charles to come.

Charles' heart sank. He realized that this might be a trap. But how could the other party grasp his whereabouts so accurately? His left hand quietly shrank into his sleeve, and then shouted sternly: "I am Charles, the nephew of the Prime Minister of the Empire, Lord Straw, put down Locarly, and then get out of the imperial capital forever. I will spare you all the time!"

The fat man laughed and said, "If you were Charles, then I would still be Prince Roger, haha!" But the people behind him seemed to be emotionally unsatisfied and did not know humor, and they didn't even say a hehe, just let the fat man laugh alone.

The fat man laughed a few times, stopped suddenly, and said, "Mr. Charles, if you dare to crush that piece of news crystal, I will cut off your legs immediately!"

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Mr. Roger, Charles's legs cannot be cut!"

Before he finished speaking, an old magician walked into the room. He was wearing a gorgeous robe and holding a staff with ice crystals embedded in his hand. Charles was stunned and said, "Teacher Justin, are you following me all the time?"

Justin did not answer, his eyes fixed on the fat man who was slowly standing up.

No gestures, no spells.

The sudden outbreak of magical battles has no warning.

A wave of black fire flames attacked Justin on the ground, but the magic flames hit a magic shield that suddenly appeared and turned into flying flames.

Justin's robe emitted dazzling light, and then a cold air surged out from him, instantly sealing the fat man in a piece of cold ice!

The dozen or so men behind the fat man reacted very quickly. In this moment, they were all in their hands, but just as they were trying to expel, the surging cold air also sealed them in the ice!

There were still no gestures, no spells, just as the blue light flashed, a huge ice gun had appeared in front of Roger!

Roger roared, and the ice that sealed him suddenly exploded! He tried his best to move his body, passing the vital points of his chest.

With a pounce, the ice gun was deeply inserted into Roger's shoulder, and the tip of the gun with blood had already appeared from his back!

Roger's eyes lit up, and a silent mental impact hit Justin at the same time! When the old magician fainted, another black pillar of fire rose from under his feet, wrapping him up!

Justin screamed, obviously suffering a heavy blow. He hurriedly took out a scroll. As the scroll turned into light smoke, a random space portal appeared in the room. Justin could no longer care about Charles and rushed into the portal.

The portal flashing with the bright green light disappeared immediately.

Charles was not far from Justin, and Roger's mental impact was not over, which affected him. Charles felt dizzy and his chest was extremely frustrated, and he almost vomited everything in his stomach. He leaned against the wall and sat softly to the ground.

The shock in Charles' heart was indescribable at this moment.

Just in the moment of lightning, Roger and Justin had already attacked each other with magic three or four times! Charles had already cultivated the level 10 fighting spirit. He knew that even close combat would be a nightmare for the warriors! He never knew that Justin would be such a powerful magician, but because he saw that his uncle Straw respected him very much and whispered a master at all, he did not dare to be rude to Justin at all.

However, Charles was confused and thought, the ice gun was a seventh-level magic! How could Justin even instantly emit seventh-level magic? Has he reached the level of a great magician? Can he not beat the fat man in front of him even this way? Then the strength of this fat man...

The ice cubes shattered and kept ringing.

The warriors behind Roger broke the ice that sealed them one after another. Blood was hanging on the corners of their mouths, and they seemed to have suffered serious injuries, but they were not in a way.

At this time, Roger had already pushed the ice gun out of his shoulder inch by inch, leaving only a huge terrifying wound on his shoulder. The low temperature of the ice gun sealed the blood vessels of the wound, so not much blood was pouring out.

Roger stood still, allowing his men to bandage his wounds. He frowned and kept thinking.

"So it's the Serialist Robe!" Roger suddenly roared, shocking his soldiers.

After roaring, Roger stroked the wound on his shoulder and closed his eyes and said nothing. However, the people in the room began to feel inexplicably dizzy.

Roger suddenly opened his eyes and ordered his subordinates: "Take Charles back! Remember to ask someone to help me. I'm going to kill that mage now! You don't have to follow me!"

Without waiting for an answer, Roger jumped up and directly smashed the closed window and disappeared into the night.

Roger was walking through the buildings like ghosts, and his spirit had firmly locked the old mage not far ahead. As the distance between the two sides quickly shortened, the sneer on the corner of Roger's mouth became more and more obvious.

The sequencer robe may be a new owner soon.

Richelieu, which was surging undercurrents, has now become the most dangerous jungle shrouded by night. The hunter in the previous moment may turn into prey in a blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!