Chapter 535

"It looks like your emperor won't be showing up tonight, Sam."

The old ghost looked out the window. The dense dark clouds were blown away by the cold wind, and a ray of cold moonlight fell on the broad river.

"As an old acquaintance, I will kindly give you another chance. You can stand by my side again and gain everything you have never had before, rights, money, and desires. As long as you break through those ridiculous and childish rules in your mouth, Everything is at your fingertips.”

"There is no need to have any psychological burden, because you are not the first and you will not be the last."

The old ghost raised his feet and faced the Rat King with an arrogant expression:

"But now, Sam, it's a pity that you are only qualified to be a dog."

The old ghost stood tall and pointed his muddy boot at the Rat King. No matter how you looked at it, this was an extremely insulting move.

But the Rat King stared at him, furious insults lingering on his lips, but he couldn't spit them out.

He remembered that once upon a time, this old ghost who was one step closer to dominating the Lower City used this method to express his terrifying authority to all those who disobeyed him.

Or get down on the floor and lick his shoes.

Or die.

pick one of two.

The Rat King closed his eyes and pondered.

The old ghost did not rush him because the night was still very long. He quietly waited for the Rat King to think.

He believed that the Rat King would give him a satisfactory answer.

Because if we go back a few decades, everyone will give him a satisfactory answer.

"Hiss...hoo..."

The Rat King suddenly took a long breath, as if he wanted to use the slightly cold air on the river to cool his overloaded brain.

He finally opened his eyes.

There was still fear deep in his eyes.

But he seems to have made up his mind.

"Old ghost, do you know the feeling of not having to roll in the mud, beg for mercy in front of others, and fight for the food scraps thrown by others?"

The Rat King said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" The old ghost narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"In the past, in order to live, for money and status, I did everything. I knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, licked the shoes of those big shots, and climbed up step by step. But even after I worked hard to form the Rat Club, I still have to rely on those people. The superior men live by the rewards that flow from their fingers.”

"Old ghost, I know that if you can come back, there must be someone very powerful behind you. Maybe they are the old men who have given me charity. They want us to be their dogs again and let them drive us. It seems that Belland is going to happen. Something big is going on, I can feel it, and no one knows it more keenly than gutter rats like us."

"Being a dog is actually not a big deal. Who hasn't been a dog when hanging out in the lower city?"

"but……"

The Rat King's face became ferocious, and he suddenly raised the repeating crossbow that had already been hanging down in his hand:

"There is a difference between being a dog. At least in these few months, labor and management know what dignity is for the first time!"

Zheng——

The continuous crossbow was activated instantly, and the sharp arrows passed by the old ghost's cold face.

Missed.

In other words, it was blocked.

Looking at the translucent barrier next to the old ghost, the Rat King was not surprised at all.

How could the man who was able to rule the dark side of the entire Belland with absolute tyrant methods have the naive idea that he could subdue everyone by relying on his majesty?

The most fundamental law of this world is that the weak will always eat the strong, and the strong will be respected.

The old ghost is the strong one.

The Rat King quickly turned to look at the only subordinate he had brought with him:

"I will take good care of your family for you, and your sister will go to the best school."

The subordinate's expression only changed for a moment, then he gritted his teeth:

"yes!"

Without any hesitation, a dark spherical object appeared in the arms of the subordinate. He hugged the ball tightly and rushed towards the old ghost with his head down.

Mr. Gro, who had been watching the show for a long time, his expression changed drastically:

"Military magic bomb? Where did he get it?"

"Damn it!"

The old ghost naturally knew the horror of these military-specific weapons of destruction, so he did not sit still and waited for death. He stretched out his five fingers and shook the man who committed the suicide attack in the air.

The translucent barrier immediately shrank, imprisoning the man and the destructive rainbow light.

His most loyal subordinate was reduced to ashes in the rainbow light. The veins on the Rat King's forehead throbbed and he forced himself to look away. Taking advantage of the short opportunity given by the replacement of his life, he aimed the repeating crossbow at his side and fired suddenly.

The arrow was infused with magic power and exploded the moment it touched the cabin wall. Wood chips mixed with red-hot metal scattered in all directions. The Rat King protected his head and rushed out of the gap created in the aftermath of the explosion.

Plop.

With the sound of falling into the water, the short Rat King disappeared into the vast ancient Rhine River like a swimming fish.

73. The winner of the gamble

"You actually let him escape?"

After the explosion subsided and the flames were extinguished, Mr. Grotto anxiously walked to the gap in the cabin and looked around with his fat head.

But on the calm river, there was nothing except cargo ships in the port.

The occasional ripple is just a little fish unwilling to be lonely at night, venting its unfinished energy.

"Don't look for it, Sam's water ability has been very good since before."

The old ghost extinguished the last rainbow light in front of him, leaving no ashes behind:

"The ancient Rhine is a hundred meters wide at its widest point and stretches through the entire city. It is almost impossible to find him in the river."

"What should we do?"

Mr. Gro turned back and asked:

"This is different from what we said! We all said that we would use the resources and channels in the hands of the Rat King to open up sales for my goods! How important is it for you here? This is related to..."

"I don't need you to educate me yet!"

The old ghost waved his hand, and the chair behind him instantly turned into sawdust. Mr. Grotto immediately shrank his neck and remained silent.

"The Rat King has escaped, but the Rat King will not be able to escape. As long as he dies, will the Rat still be in my possession?"

"But hasn't he already escaped..."

"He can't stay in the water forever, and..."

The old ghost looked at Mr. Gro with a faint smile:

"You want me to help you regain control of the Lower City. At this time, shouldn't you... No, is it what you promised, come on stage?"

…

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It was night, and unlike the upper city, which was still brightly lit, the lower city looked particularly peaceful at night.

An ordinary carriage without any markings drove through the dark streets, and the sound of horse hooves broke the silence of the streets, but not even a candle flickered in the closed doors and windows.

In the carriage, Senior stroked the flute in his hand and closed his eyes to rest.

But the slight frown on his face seemed to indicate that his heart was not as calm as his appearance.

"Have you thought about it? Mr. Senior."

Suddenly there was the sound of flapping wings of birds. A red-bellied and white-crowned robin stood at the carriage window, overlooking the brooding man.

"Time is running out, it's time for you to give me an answer."

"..."

Senior played the flute a few times and said in a hoarse voice:

"The Royal Magician Corps should only act for His Majesty."

"Yes, it is indeed true. You are indeed a distinguished royal magician now, Mr. Senior."

The robin jumped a little, tilted its head, and looked sarcastically:

"But you seem to have forgotten that after your father's business went bankrupt, whose funding did you rely on to continue learning expensive magic in the best academy?"

"You lent me that money!"

Senior suddenly clenched his fists, veins pulsing on the back of his hands.

"I will pay it back!"

"Haha, Mr. Senior, being willing to lend you money is already an incredible kindness, isn't it? Besides, His Majesty will not be so generous as to give you such a good thing."

Robin looked at the boney, white flute in Senior's hand with an even more sarcastic expression.

Sensing the robin's gaze, Senior looked sullen, as if he was electrocuted, and wanted to throw the flute in his hand.

But he only raised his hand slightly, and then he seemed reluctant to throw away such a precious thing, and instead held the flute tightly, stroking it gently with his fingers.

"I will take action for you in my personal capacity, just this once."

After a long time, Senior lowered his head and said.

"Haha, sure, I'm looking forward to your performance."

The robin flutters its wings in the sky:

"I wish you success, Mr. Senior, the Royal Magician with a bright future. A bright future will be waiting for you ahead."

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"Ahem... Damn, I almost froze to death in the river. I haven't been this embarrassed for a long time, and my physical strength has weakened so much?"

At a remote riverside, the Rat King climbed out of the river with difficulty. After spitting out a few mouthfuls of river water, he collapsed on the river beach as if he had lost all strength, panting heavily and looking up at the sky that had become gloomy again.

When he was young, he could easily swim in this river for several hours, but now in order to avoid the pursuit of the old ghost, he only swam a little further, and when he was frozen by the cold river water, he actually felt a little stronger. Can't keep up.

"Damn it, I'll make up for all the wasted exercise later."

The Rat King angrily rubbed his belly that had been raised during the past few months of leisure, and then turned over and sat up from the ground.

Now is not the time to rest. With the old ghost's methods, if he wants to return to the lower city, it will definitely not be as simple as tricking him into the boat and threatening him.

Coercion and actual actions must go at the same time. Maybe in the few minutes he is lying here panting, the old ghost is already planning how to deal with the leaderless Rat Club.

The Rat King's mind was racing. He was thinking that there must be people planted by the old ghost in Xiacheng District. Which trustworthy subordinates should he contact first? Go to a certain stronghold in the area.

No matter what, at least ensure your own safety first...

"Woo..."

Suddenly, the Rat King stopped.

He suddenly raised his head and looked around with a solemn expression.

Apart from him, there was no one else in the remote streets and alleys.

But it is like the sound of the flute, mixed with the sound of wind, floating gracefully.

The flute sound seemed to be searching for something, leisurely passing through the streets and alleys. When a low note approached the alley where the Rat King was, it suddenly sounded like thunder, and the flute sound became louder.

"Damn it! Magician!"

The Rat King cursed angrily and quickly dragged his exhausted body to speed up.

He knew that he had been found, but the enemy's position should not be too close. He had to distance himself as soon as possible, otherwise once he was completely locked by the magician's magic, he would really be unable to fly.

But not long after walking, the Rat King felt that the sound of the flute became clearer.

He, who knew nothing about music, could actually see countless smoke curling up from the sound of the flute, and saw a beautiful woman in light clothes, posing and dancing gracefully, approaching slowly...