Chapter 41 The sharp knife behind

Youle Island, two kilometers north of Youle City, a towering tree with straight trunks covers the sky and the sun. The sunlight passes through the cracks in the leaves and projects down a patchy and dazzling aperture.

A bamboo forest courtyard is suddenly located in the middle of the forest, which looks very strange.

The bamboo forest courtyard is full of more than 20 people wrapped in black robes. Under the wide black headgear, vigilant eyes shot out of it and intertwined into an impenetrable network all over the courtyard. Three or two palm-sized crows flew down from the air. Before they could fall into the courtyard, they were smashed into pieces by a black energy.

The black robe that killed the crow waved his sleeves and continued to shoot his eyes back and forth from the courtyard.

"Tay everything you know." The strong voice of the man came from the room inside the courtyard. In the room, a man in black robe sat firmly on the wide silver bench, and six black robes stood on both sides of the bench in two rows. It was the black robe sitting on the bench.

In front of the black robe, two thin and fat mercenaries knelt on the ground. If Ling Wei was here, he would be extremely surprised. This thin and fat man turned out to be the young commander of the Seller Mercenary Regiment, who had trouble with Ling Li twice, and his cousin.

"Your Excellency, what do you want us to say?" The thin mercenary asked, and there was no way to hide the timidity in the trembling voice. On that day, after jumping into the sea and escaping, the two cousins thought it was time to jump out of Ling's claws, but they didn't expect to fall into a bigger and more sinister vortex. The thin man knew that there was a dark magician sitting in front of him, with the same silver badge as the woman in the magic guild.

In front of the black robe, the thin mercenary felt like a little lamb falling into the tiger's mouth and did not even have the strength to resist. He only hoped that after cooperating with the black robe obediently, the latter could let him go. The thin mercenary complained with hatred. He blamed the pig and shouted for help so loudly when he saw a boat coming.

"Ty, what happened before you fell into the water." The man's impatient voice came from under the black robe. A black energy ball was gently held in the palm of the hand by the black robe.

The thin man swallowed his saliva, and he had no doubt whether the energy contained in the ball in the hand of the Holy Magician was enough to erase him. However, he had no idea what the man in black wanted him to say.

The thin man narrows his narrow eyes slightly, and his thoughts flow rapidly in his brain, hoping to find a hint of information that may be useful to people in black. But obviously, the thin mercenary overestimated his IQ. So he was discouraged and stammered to say what happened when he was forced to jump into the sea that day.

The thin man slowed down his tone as much as possible. The thin man knew that if he did not satisfy the black robe, he would die. With such a slow tone, he only hoped that he could live a little longer. The thin man secretly raised his head and watched the change of the look of the man in black. Unfortunately, because of the obstruction of the wide headgear, the thin mercenary could not see the appearance of the black robe at all.

"Blonde Arrowman?" The sudden interruption of the black robe scared the thin mercenary. The next moment, the thin mercenary's heart beat faster. Is the information of the blonde arrow needed by the strange black man in front of him?

When thinking that the black robe has the possibility of letting himself go after obtaining satisfactory information, the thin man suddenly felt that the weather is actually quite good today.

So he grabbed a thin mercenary who was a life-saving straw, knew everything, and said everything, and added vinegar to the encounter two days ago one by one.

"Black Tomahawk?" Under the expectant eyes of the thin man, the black robe sitting on the bench turned over his palm and finally put away the black energy ball, which was not directly proportional to its volume, which had been held in the palm of his hand.

"Your Excellency, I'm done talking about it. You can let us go." The thin man said carefully.

"I can't leave." The black robe said coldly in a thick voice.

"I've been kneeling like this all day. Do you still have it?" The fat mercenary suddenly stood up and shouted impatiently.

The thin man was shocked. Curse the idiot.

Sure enough, as soon as the fat mercenary's voice fell, a black energy ball flashed out again in the palm of the man's hand. The black robe's fingers flicked gently, and the black ball flew into the mouth of the fat mercenary with lightning speed.

A muffled sound. The fat mercenary burst like a balloon.

The thin mercenary's breathing was stagnant, and his eyes were bigger than ever. Emotions of pain, anger and fear penetrated into the brain. Although the fat mercenary is stupid, he has been with his own cousin for 20 years. Since I was sensible, I have accompanied myself, bullied men and women, and made trouble. Kicking an iron plate like Ling Li, insulting also happens from time to time. Therefore, this fat and thin is also an alternative dilemma.

As the young commander of the Seller Mercenary Regiment, he can easily abandon the 10 Seller elites who protect him, but he has no guilt in his heart. However, when the cousin who had been in love with him for 20 years died in front of his eyes, the thin man was angry.

"Do you want to die with him?" The indifferent voice of the black robe trembled like a basin of cold water coming to his face.

"I don't want to, that fool deserves it. Please forgive me once." The thin man trembled all over and tried to bury his anger deeply in his heart.

"It's easy not to die. Just join my account!" The cold voice came out of the black robe again.

Yes! Your Excellency! The little one vows to serve the Lord to the death!" The thin man suppressed the grief in his heart and held his fists in his hands.

A black robe appeared in front of the thin man with a bamboo pole-like figure. The thin mercenary stretched out his hands and took it in his hand. The thin man put on a black robe and put on a wide headgear.

Under the headgear, a pair of cold eyes flashed with anger and unwillingness! No one expected that this thin muuse, who only knew how to bully others, had changed his mind at this moment.

"Go on and find out the identity and where of the group. I will use their lives to pay tribute to Firth.

Yes! My lord." The six black robes standing aside said in unison.

Qushan National Capital, in the palace in the center of Li'an City. A white-faced man sat on the throne in the hall. The man's eyes are old, which is not commensurate with the surface age. Obviously, he is also a person of cultivation.

"Prime Minister! There was news from Youle Island, and the goal seemed to be to get the news in advance and avoid it. The speaker was a bodyguard who looked about 30 years old. Liu Sa, who is called the prime minister, is naturally the treacherous minister.

"Hm?" The white-faced man stood up. Obviously, this situation was beyond his expectation.

"The spy also reported..."

"It's all over at once." The white-faced man waved his sleeves and said.

The spy said that a few days ago, someone registered an adventure group called "Lingqi Team" in the Youle City Adventurers Union. And the goal of this adventure group registration is the national capital Li'an. At present, it is coming to Li'an. The guard road.

"Oh? There is such a thing." The white-faced man slowly walked down from the throne and thought while thinking. Suddenly, the white-faced man looked up to the sky and smiled, "Since you are looking for a dead end, don't blame me for being rude."

"Sent me a message and ask General Liu Li to send someone to arrest the man named Ling. When necessary, you can cut off first and play later!" A white-faced man.

"Yes, my lord!" After saying that, the bodyguard withdrew from the hall.

"Your Excellency. I think it's weird." Around the white-faced man, a sixty-year-old man bowed.

"Count Lees, please speak." The white-faced man also felt that things were extremely strange.

I think it's too coincidental for the target to avoid it. Moreover, if this Ling's team is the look, then the motivation for coming to Li'an at this time is very obvious. The old man analyzed.

"Ye�. Keep talking." The white-faced man nodded, which he also thought of.

"The small think that either there is a traitor in this hall or the adult's men, or someone has been monitoring us." The 60-year-old said.

"Count Lees, you are the same as you think. It seems that we should be more careful in the future. The white-faced man said, his eyes swept back and forth from the hall, but did not find anything suspicious.