Chapter 318 A Little Discussion

"Sitting high in the arena, watching the fight between beasts and humans, that is the joy of the supreme will." Throthio said, "Wild nature and fighting dominated our past, so when we were allowed to gain wisdom, everyone We chose civilization. What’s interesting is that those beasts that don’t need to fight embrace wildness.”

"Stop talking nonsense and go find Mongote." Godfrey patted Serothio's butt.

"I'll go too." Patch said and left.

Only Godfrey Wuming and Nefeli were still sitting there. Sandwiched between Godfrey and Wuming, Nefeli was a little nervous.

Wuming looked at the scene and was quiet for a while, then said:

"Then let's continue talking about cooperation?"

"What do you want?" Ge Fulei said solemnly.

"I have a lot of things to do here. I work in the border area, but nothing can get around you, the King of Elden." Wuming was not polite and pointed at Nefeli, "For example, Nefeli is now To be in charge of Stormwind City, you must ask for permission, otherwise your name will be unfair."

"Didn't I tell Greg and Nefeli to go back? Isn't that enough?"

"Let's talk privately. We should tell the world that there is an official certification from the Golden King."

Godfrey thought about it: "Let Seroux write one later."

Wuming nodded: "I still have some, please don't hesitate."

"explain."

"I heard that you caught a girl over there at the forbidden seal."

"That's what happened. That little girl is quite powerful." Ge Fulei said, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

"My apprentice."

"It's in the dungeon. I'll let you out later."

"There is another person," Wuming said, "also in the dungeon."

"who?"

"I don't know him either. I only know him as a coprophag."

"What did he commit?" Godfrey asked.

"I don't know." Wuming said.

"You don't know him, you don't know, but you want me to let him go?"

"He is a talent." Wuming said, "I cherish talents."

"Brother, you are really asking for a lot." Ge Fulei said.

Wuming rubbed his hands: "Can we let him go, Lao Ge?"

Ge Fulei took a sip of wine:

"Actually, I just let go of your caravan and gave you the God's Grant Tower as a request. I believe you have also experienced how taboo this felony of fire is on our side. It is really not appropriate for us to do it."

Wuming nodded: "You know, I'll be responsible, I'll play with fire, I'll take the blame."

"But now you have also seen that with my son here, this matter is not easy to handle." Godfrey said, "We can only delay it for a while."

"That's okay, I'm always on call." Wuming said.

"But now, we don't have any deal." Ge Fulei turned the wine bottle, his eyes and tone full of hints.

Wuming was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Ge Fulei spread his two big hands:

"I can't give you any more benefits."

Wuming was anxious: "You can pay first, we have good credit."

"I don't like credit, I just like redress of grievances, revenge of grievances, and settlement of accounts on the spot." Ge Fulei clenched his fists and smiled excitedly, "I had to ask you for help before, I'm embarrassed to say it. There is no need to worry now.”

Wuming suddenly rushed behind Neferi:

"What? Serothio said it would be fine if we had a fight, so he wasn't bluffing us?"

The crack of joints resounded in Ge Fulei's fist. Ge Fulei smiled ferociously, and his gray beard and hair were calm: "Of course not, this has always been my rule——"

"Isn't there a more civilized solution?"

"After the beating, I will give you 'credit'."

"real?"

"I still want my old face."

Wuming sighed and took out the long sword from its sheath:

"Get—Neferi, stay away to avoid accidental injury."

Seeing that there was going to be a fight, Neferi's eyes gleamed with excitement. As soon as Wuming asked her to avoid it, her face immediately dropped, with her unwillingness to leave written all over her face:

"Isn't it that exaggerated? I am also very powerful."

Wuming glanced at Nefeli, with a helpless melancholy in his eyes.

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Lance Sanks conjured a pair of wings and caught up with Mongot.

"Slow down, where are you running?" Lance Sanks stopped Mongret, both of them panting.

"As for that?" Lance Sanks said, "You are now like a child who overheard that his parents were getting divorced."

"When I'm running, my thoughts can be clearer," Menggert said.

"So, when I fly, my mind is definitely more active." Lance Sanks said.

Mengt said: "I have to escape, goodbye."

"Wait a minute, why did you run away?" Lance Sanks grabbed Mengt, "This is your home."

Seeing that Lance Sanks wouldn't let go, Mengt had to explain to her: "You don't understand, father wants to burn the golden tree."

"I heard you," Lance Sanks said.

Menggert said: "Father needs flames, and I have sealed them with prohibitions wherever they pass through the flames. As long as I don't die and don't take the initiative to break them, the seal cannot be broken. I have to leave here quickly, so that the seal will not be broken." Got broken open.”

Lance Sanks didn't believe it when he heard it:

"Will your father kill you? Is your old man so cruel?"

"Father will not kill me, but he will definitely find a way to break the seal on me. Even if father can't, Selosiu will entrust the businessman with it, and the businessman won't care about this."

Menggert’s eyes were firm:

"I can't let the golden tree be burned. Even if I wander outside Rodel for the rest of my life, I have to keep the seal intact."

Lance Sanks stretched out his hand towards him, and when his fingertips were about to touch him, he retracted slightly. She didn't know how to persuade the King of Evil Omens.

Mengt turned around suddenly and grabbed Lance Sanks' hand:

"Will you come with me?"

"Eh?" Lance Sanks covered his face with his other hand, "This is too sudden. I haven't brushed my teeth yet..."

"Indeed, it's abrupt, but you still have my prison equipment in your hand." Menggert said.

"Prison device?" Lance Sanks lowered his hand covering his face.

Mengget nodded: "Can you give me the prison tools? I can't let myself fall into the hands of those businessmen. If they get the prison tools back, they will definitely try to torture me to find out how to release the seal."

Lance Sanks took out his hand, touched his clothes expressionlessly, and took out the brand new charm with roots and golden magic power.

"Thank you so much, I won't forget you." Menggert was about to reach out and take it.

Lance Sanks pressed his hand, and the prison device was activated. Menggert's tall figure was pressed to the ground by the golden magic cage.

Menggert was shocked:

"...Ah, you, why...do you always think like this? You are also with the caravan..."

The cage disappeared again, and Lance Sanks threw the prison instrument into Mengt's arms: "Take it and get out of here and hide it. Don't tell anyone where you are going, and neither can you tell me."

Mengt gripped the prison tool tightly, his head still slightly dazed by the prison tool: "Thank you."

"Go quickly, I'll stop them for you." Lance Sanks turned his back to Menggert and looked at the person in front of him.

Patch had already stood not far from the two of them at some point, looking at them quietly.

"It came really fast," Lance Sanks said.

"You two legs may not be able to outrun my eight legs." Patch said, "You have developed this kind of virtue. Of course, your performance must become more powerful."

Red lightning wrapped around Lance Sanks' arm and turned into a sharp knife.

"Let him go," Lance Sanks said.

"You misunderstood." Patch said, "I'm not here to stop him, I'm here to help him."

"You're a cunning guy," Lance Sanks said.

"But I also agree with the Golden Law." Patch said, "I was willing to help Malika improve the Golden Law because I believed she was not wrong."

Patch looked at Menggert behind him:

"Why do you admire the Golden Law so much, even though you are also a being rejected by the Golden Law?"

"The bad omen is a curse, an existence that should be purged," said Mongot. "It is the punishment and sin of contact with the furnace."

Patch asked: "Why is this curse so taboo?"

Menggert said: "He is contagious. There are so many perfumers in your caravan. Don't you know? Why do you ask me?"

"Of course I know." Patch said, "And I also know that Perfumer can never cure it, not even Marika. This is not a lack of vitality, but a mutation that is too majestic to control. . This is the price of gaining huge power, and it is a pollution that is difficult to reverse."

Lance Sanks interrupted: "It's not that serious. We dragons are not afraid of this kind of thing. People used to have such bad omens. At that time, the son of bad omens was canonized as a saint."

Patch didn't take it seriously:

"Beasts were more wild in the past, and humans' physical strength is also weakening compared to before. Does that mean that the past was better than now? Why do you think beasts pursue civilization."

Lance Sanks wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Menggert:

"Can you convince Wuming?"

Patch said: "Don't worry, he is a reckless man who is good at destruction and not good at construction, but fortunately he can listen. As long as I insist, he will listen."

Seeing what Patch said, Menggert relaxed his vigilance towards him. The numbness on his body disappeared and he was not in a hurry to escape.

"But on my father's side -" Menggert hesitated.

"For your father's sake, you can't leave either." Selosiu jumped on the roof and landed next to Menggert, "The royal city cannot live without you."

"Lord Selosiu, do you want to help me too?" Menggert was surprised.

"I don't want to offend those we can't afford to offend." Throthio wrinkled his nose, "I also want to uphold the Golden Law."

Pachi was happy: "These people who are chasing us are all moles."

Menggert looked at Serothio: "You want to help me too?"

"Of course." Serothio said, "It's up to you to convince your father."

Mengt didn't react: "Shouldn't you say that?"

"I don't dare." Throthio said, "Mengote, I have read the files you left in the royal city, and I have to say that you have done a very good job in managing Rodel and Yatan. We have done a good job in many policies. , we should all be able to reach an agreement. But you are better than me, you have one more thing than me."

"It can't be a tumor on the face," Menggert said.

"You are your father's son," Throthio said.

"Of course I am my father's son."

"I mean, your dad is more obedient to you." Serothio said, "You can persuade your dad."

Selosiu sighed:

"I dare to walk out of the royal city alone, but I dare not stop your father when he is crazy. Fight with blood, but don't be swallowed by the blood - but to be honest, I am increasingly unable to persuade you. Dad, we have to help each other."

Lance Sanks said happily:

"You see there are still many people willing to help you."

Menggert pondered for a moment: "What you all said makes sense, but I'm afraid it's best for me to leave."

"Why?" Lance Sanks asked loudly.

Menggert looked at the lion and the spider in front of him:

"You are all rational, but none of you are the masters of power. Ultimately, you cannot control Wuming and my father. The day our will cannot control them, it will be over."

Menggert turned his back: "Being with a king is like being with a tiger, but the seal must be foolproof. The best choice is to live in seclusion——"

Mengt jumped up, leaping high into the air, then staggered to the ground.

Everyone else also felt the huge earthquake on the ground.

Before they were surprised, a loud noise exploded in everyone's ears, and there seemed to be some violent explosion in the direction of the hall.

A figure streaked over the Royal City, swept through half of the Royal City, and blasted into the roof not far away from a few people. It knocked down a few bricks and tiles, plowed a path out of the bricks, and stopped next to Menggert and others.

In the gully, a wheat-skinned female warrior lay in the mud, holding a helmet basket containing large rune fragments in her hand.

"Neferi?" Patch glared, "How did you—what happened?"

Neferi was still a little confused and didn't seem to react:

"I don't know... They said they wanted to spar, and then... I seemed to fly out."

Patch and others all looked in the direction of the chapel. A wave visible to the naked eye was displayed by the smoke and dust, like a halo surrounding the circular chapel. It seemed that Neferi was blown away by this shock wave.

Immediately afterwards, the light above the court became more powerful. It seemed that Neferi was even more careless after being blown away. The majestic air waves rolled out. The buildings above were built on the thick branches of the golden tree, but there were many people along the way. The golden branches and leaves are visibly crumbling.

"Get down!" Patch reminded everyone, digging his eight legs into the floor tiles and crawling down.

The royal city trembled, and the air waves passed by, making the eardrums hurt. The floor tiles flew off and shattered on the body with a crisp sound. Fortunately, there were no weak people present, and there was no danger to their lives.

Menggert's expression changed drastically. He held on without lying down and looked around the royal city. The roofs of many rooms were blown off, and one unlucky room collapsed directly.

"There are still residents there!" Menggert rushed over against the storm and dug up the ruins with his powerful arms.

There were not so many hard horns on Menggert's hands, but blood marks were scratched by the sharp fragments in the room.

Under the ruins, the golden people were dripping with blood, their flesh and blood were blurred, and they could not distinguish between life and death.

Another shock wave struck, and Menggert held the golden people in his arms and turned his back.

His vision went dark, and a figure floated over and hugged him, with the dragon wings behind him protecting Menggete.

Feeling the intensity of the shock, Lance Sanks grinned in pain: "This is too exaggerated. Let's stay away."

Mongot gave the golden people to Lance Sanks:

"Take him away from here."

"Why are you going?" Lance Sanks was stunned.

Menggert took advantage of the shock wave to pass, jumped up to the branches of the golden tree, and rushed into the court hall.

Menggert rushed too fast and jumped into the court, but when he landed, the ground shook again. Menggete knelt down in pain and almost broke one of his legs. Without waiting for his legs to be cushioned, he dodged again and dodged a fireball that was larger than his body. The fireball passed by him and the heat scorched half of his body.

He transformed a golden spear in his hand, broke through the wind wall, stepped forward and shouted angrily:

"Stop it! There are still residents in the royal city!"

Menggert's loud shout seemed to break something, and the movement like a natural disaster suddenly disappeared, revealing two figures among the flames, wind and gravel.

Both Ge Fulei and Wuming stretched out their fists and touched each other's face. The crooked cheek was looking at Menggert, and his eyes were wide open. Their eyes met, and the scene became quiet for a moment.