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When Xia Lan met Sir Holebas in the Governor's Office, the other party was straightforward and straightforward...

"I know what you want to ask, but what I want to say is that Hermiya and her daughter are safe now." Xia Lan said calmly.

"Safe? I hope to meet them." Sir Holebas said coldly.

"Sorry, I can't let you see them." Xia Lan said calmly.

"Don't challenge my tolerance line with you." Holebas said with a gloomy face.

"I know you are worried that I will threaten you with their lives in the future, but I will not do that." Xia Lan said.

"There is no limit to empty words!" Holebas snorted coldly.

"I can swear to the fernu law." Xia Lan said.

Holebass looked furious, and he could see that Xia Lan was not lying. Since he dared to swear to fernu's law, it means that he had no intention of deceiving him, but why didn't he want to let himself meet Hermiya and his daughter, or did he have any other hidden information?

Xia Lan seemed to see through Holebas's thoughts, and then said bluntly: "My current situation is very bad. Those people have never relaxed their surveillance on me. Once they know about your relationship with Hermiya, the consequences are not something you and I can bear."

"So that's it." Holebas said thoughtfully, probably knowing Xia Lan's concerns. "Now I want to ask another thing, is the matter at Sir Lawlands's residence in the early hours of last night and has something to do with you?"

"What's the matter?" Xia Lan asked knowingly.

"You don't know?" Holebas said in his eyes.

"I don't know what you want to say." Xia Lan continued to pretend to be confused.

"Since you don't want to say it, I won't force you."

Sometimes, even though I know that others are lying, I cannot expose it in person. At this time, Holebas was in this mood.

"I have asked people to hold back the excavation of the used warehouse."

"Suspending? No need." Xia Lan said.

"Maybe you don't have to. But I have it." Holebas said.

Xia Lan frowned and her eyes changed when she looked at Holebas.

"You didn't seem to see your housekeeper during these two visits. Where did he go?"

"Are you talking about Pilar? He left Port Louis for something and could come back in about three or four days," said Holebas.

"Will it take three or four days? I think the excavation work that has been suspended at that time will become normal?" Xia Lan said.

"I know you and I know it very well," said Sir Holebas.

"I'll visit you again in five days."

Xia Lan stood up and said goodbye to Holebas directly.

"Looking forward to meeting you next time." Holebas smiled at him meaningfully.

...

After leaving the Governor's Mansion, Shalan immediately fell into deep thoughts. His meeting with Sir Holebas today undoubtedly revealed an important message, and the other party had begun to look for a strong man to help him compete for the relics.

It is still unclear how strong the Holebas invited, but this matter has both pros and cons for him.

The positive side. As a temporary cooperation and joining forces, they have added a chance of winning against subverting Fang; the disadvantage side is obvious. If the subverting Fang is successfully defeated, Xia Lan's situation will be very bad.

Fortunately, he was the only one who knew the real location of the relics, which was his only advantage.

Even if you fail in the end, you can’t even open your trump card and no one can think of it!

The sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder rolled, and raindrops as big as beans began to fall like pearls with broken lines. Panicked pedestrians looking for places to shelter from the rain were everywhere on the street. Xia Lan came to a teahouse and sat by the window on the second floor and quietly looked at the white world under the rain curtain. Taking a deep breath of the damp and fresh air, the upset in her heart seemed to quickly disperse.

I sipped a cup of expensive hot tea in my hand, leaving a fragrance on my cheeks, and my mood gradually calmed down.

He had not enjoyed a leisurely and comfortable life for a long time. Perhaps the three years of teaching life at Pablo Dinna College in Charburo Province had already overdrawn all his leisure time in advance, but he knew that this was just an excuse to deceive himself.

He has forgotten how many years he has been in this world, and he has no idea how old he is.

Twenty-five? Twenty-eight? Is it meaningful to think about this question now?

The black hair tied with a random cloth strip has grown again. In the past, he would have thought it was troublesome to use a sword to cut it shorter, but now he rarely pays attention to it. He will only deal with it when the hair grows so long that it hinders his fighting.

People have emotions. Even if they are dehumanized and cold-blooded and ruthless, emotions are everywhere.

He will be upset, anxious, angry, and have all kinds of emotions, but he has never expressed it.

Whenever the system task appears, he starts to execute it like a puppet mechanically. Everything around him is the tool he uses. As long as the task can be completed, he never cares about anything else.

Otherwise, why could he survive until now?

He has no perfect mind, no overwhelming superpower, and the only thing he relies on is to overcome all kinds of difficulties by any means.

Now that the subverted Fang is so sharp that Sir Holebas is not willing to be outdone. What can he use to fight them?

This kind of depression and heavy weight cannot be endured by anyone. Ordinary people may have long been blaming the world or running away.

Xia Lan did not choose to escape. She ran away this time. What about the next time? What about the next time?

People are lucky. Since they can escape once, they will naturally think about escaping for the second time. In the past, he had already escaped enough. Now, he doesn't want to escape anymore. Only by constantly overcoming obstacles in difficulties can he grow up. Otherwise, even if there is a systematic existence in his life, it will be useless!

The rain gradually stopped, and Xia Lan left the teahouse directly after leaving a few gold coins on the table.

Walking along the street, he quietly arrived at No. 112, the abandoned warehouse in Baifan District.

There were five or six shirtless men in the warehouse clamoring for gambling. Not far away, there was a huge deep pit with a barrel-shaped outline, surrounded by solid iron railings. The originally clean ground was covered with mud and sand, and tools such as carts were visible at will. The most eye-catching thing was a large lift next to the pit. The excavation work was absolutely inseparable from the big guy. Unfortunately, it was placed alone like an abandoned child at this moment.

These strong men were some of the workers in the excavation work. Although the excavation work was temporarily suspended, they could only have some fun when they were subjected to strict orders, and gambling was one of them.

When they are gambling, they will talk about excavation topics, basically all of which are strange excavation content. The outside world advocates that it is to deal with hidden foundations and maintain sewers, but in fact they have to dig the underground, and they ignore sewer foundations and other things, so they can't help but wonder.

However, since the Governor's Office pays wages on time, these workers do not care about the intention of the Governor's Office to excavate.

If the excavation project speeds up, the depth of the excavation is now available to dig into the underground water layer without ten days, it can be imagined that this place will surely become a battlefield full of killing and blood.

While the strong men were not paying attention, Xia Lan jumped out of the warehouse beam towards the deep pit underground.

Falling into a dark pit, he quickly took out two daggers from the virtual ring and inserted them into the pit wall to slow down the falling speed. Otherwise, he would jump directly from such a high place, and even the top-level strong man might fall to death.

"Hey, have you heard any sound?"

At this time, a worker who was gambling turned around and looked at the pit and said in confusion.

"What the hell sound? I didn't hear it! Don't you want to change the topic and get away with me after winning the money, right?" another worker shouted.

"Forget it, maybe it's my illusion." The worker frowned and said to himself, and soon continued to enter the lively atmosphere of gambling.

Relying on the slowing down of the two daggers, Xia Lan gradually reached the bottom of the pit covered with mud. He raised his head and saw only a small spot of light, which was the entrance of the cave.

I carefully estimated the distance between the hole and the bottom of the hole, and it looked about 80 meters.

Sir Holebath, the old fox, really lied!

What did he want to do? Do you take the opportunity to secretly remove the relics in advance?

Unfortunately, he made the wrong plan!

Suddenly, Xia Lan was shocked and she ignored the dirty mud on the ground and directly stuck to the bottom of the pit.

Concentrated perception and full force detection.

He seemed to hear a deep and hoarse growl.

When his perception deeply touched a mysterious slight wave underground, Xia Lan at the bottom of the pit immediately covered her head, and her face rolled in the mud with pain. He gritted his teeth tightly and tried not to make a sound, but the swelling and cracking of his head made him collapse.

For a long time, for a long time.

Xia Lan finally stopped rolling, and lay weakly in the mud and gasped weakly.

He slowly got up, and his eyes were filled with deep fear and fear at the bottom of the pit.

Just now, he faintly noticed the slight fluctuations coming from the ground, but he didn't expect that careful investigation would cause him such great pain. When he recalled the moment when he felt touched the mysterious fluctuation, a cold and domineering force instantly retaliated against him.

Could this be the power of the relics? Or, the power that Gal once won as the Lord of the Dark Underworld?

His heart suddenly became hot, as if he had forgotten the endless horror that the power had just brought to him.

Taking a deep breath and calmed down, he didn't expect the power fluctuation of the relics to be so strong. Doesn't this mean that even if the location where the relics are buried is fake, you can still find the relics based on the source of the fluctuation? Thinking of this, his passionate heart suddenly became cold.

This is his only reliance on obtaining the relics. Now he has no more reliance on it. What is he using to compete for the relics?!

Leaning on the dark pit wall, Xia Lan smiled bitterly.
Chapter completed!