Luo Ling took out a marker from her space bag and drew a simple map of the square on the wall of the tower. She then asked Usetta about the positions of the other members of the White Eagle team and marked them on the map.
"Look, since the defense is deployed like this, then this area is most likely the location they really need to defend." Luo Ling drew a circle on the map, circling several houses on the east side of the square.
It can also be seen from the bell tower that only one of these houses is relatively tall, which may be able to accommodate things like large magic arrays.
"What is this house used for?" Luo Ling asked.
Uceta said, "This was originally a warehouse of a chamber of commerce. It was sublet to caravans from afar to store goods. However, since last year, the warehouse has been sold. I don't know who it is now. I only know that its owner has left it empty and never rented it out to anyone again."
"It looks like this is it." Luo Ling said, "But if you go around it from anywhere, you will run into the sentry post of the White Eagle Squad."
"Usetta, is there any way to take us there?" Xiao Chen asked.
"Of course, my lord. I knew you had an important mission to perform. I am the vice-captain, and no one will check the people I bring with me."
"Wait a minute. Uceta, do you know the powder on the turbans distributed by the king?" Xiao Chen asked.
"What? I don't know what you're talking about. You mean the turbans that the civilians wear in parades? Those are issued by the ordinary city guards. We don't deal with that."
"Where's the red thread powder?"
"I'm sorry, I haven't heard of this. My Lord, I really can't help you with this."
Xiao Chen said: "We must be vigilant. If the White Eagle Squadron knows nothing about the details of this conspiracy, then there is a high possibility that there are other guards at the warehouse."
Xiao Chen asked Usetta to find a piece of cloth to cover her mouth and nose. Although the latter was puzzled, she did as he asked.
When the three of them walked down the bell tower, the atmosphere of the crowd below became more and more crazy. Many of their movements had gone beyond the scope of dancing and were more like going crazy. Even Usetta was extremely shocked by the scene before him, "Sir, what's wrong with these people?"
"This is exactly what we want to investigate. We think there may be something evil in a warehouse that wants to harm the entire capital. Making the people outside go crazy is the first step." Xiao Chen did not hide anything from Usetta. He believed that this master of the city guards had a sense of responsibility for the city. The more consistent the action goal of the charmed target and the caster, the longer the charm will last and the better the effect.
"Sir, this is a very serious issue. I will definitely help you investigate this matter thoroughly!"
However, the three people who hurriedly ran out of the bell tower below did not notice that there was a person standing on the spire of the bell tower, looking down at them expressionlessly, just like a giant looking down at an ant.
This is a short and thin middle-aged man. Compared with Xiao Chen, he is a head and a half shorter than Xiao Chen. If it weren't for his well-proportioned figure, he might be mistaken for a skinny dwarf.
However, if anyone saw him at this moment, they would not care about his short stature, but would be intimidated by the sharpness naturally emanating from his eyes. It seemed that as long as he wanted, a glance could cut you into pieces.
However, no one could see him. He stood on a high place, and no matter how the wind blew, his clothes did not move at all, as if he was always standing in his own world, like a sword in its scabbard.
He raised a finger, ready to swipe it towards the three people below. This was the Qianren Dou Qi that made him famous. He was very short, but the reach of his Dou Qi was very long, which was the origin of his name Qianren.
If he succeeded in making this cut, Xiao Chen and the others would be cut in half. According to the realms of these people, facing the attack of the Thousand-foot Sword Saint Benegas, there was absolutely no possibility for them to resist.
However, the strike did not go all the way and stopped halfway.
Venegas froze for ten seconds, then finally put his hand down. He raised his head and began searching for that being with all his mind, but after a while, he found nothing.
A drop of cold sweat overflowed from his forehead. He hadn't felt his life threatened for a long time. Just when he was about to attack, a strange force locked onto the flaw behind him. In those ten seconds, he tried twenty different ways of drawing the sword in his mind, but as his thoughts changed, the strange force also changed twenty times, each time targeting the direction where he was about to draw the sword.
He swore that his body and fighting spirit had not moved an inch, but just a thought would be grasped by the opponent in an instant. Such an opponent was beyond the comprehension of a saint.
"Who are you?"
A vague female voice sounded in his ears, but with his strength, he was completely unable to tell where the voice came from, "Venegas, play your role well, just like you did under that bridge fifty years ago, and don't do anything meaningless."
Venegas's fear was even greater. This was a secret that only he knew. When he was just starting to make a name for himself fifty years ago, he got drunk and fell under a bridge. He accidentally discovered a secret passage. After exploring the secret passage for three days, he found an ancient tomb containing treasures, including a secret manual for practicing Qianren Dou Qi and a magic sword that could be integrated into the body to extend Dou Qi. He had never mentioned this secret to anyone, but this woman knew it clearly.
He said in a deep voice: "I don't understand what you want to say."
"Don't hurt the two people below. You can't interrupt their path. Go and do what you should do today."
"Who are you? Have I seen you before? That day under the bridge..."
"You haven't seen me, but I have seen you, many, many times, many, many you..." The female voice said this and floated away.
Venegas was sweating profusely at this time. He thought to himself that he was definitely not a weakling among the saints, but today he was defeated without even touching the shadow of his opponent. He pondered for a long time, recalling many legends and secrets, but none of them matched the one just now.
A deep sense of fear pierced his heart. He thought that as a saint, nothing could control his fate except God. But now, he was uncertain again.
But no matter what, he didn't care about the two little ants that he wanted to crush to death.
"What should I do today?" Venegas looked into the distance, and saw several figures flying towards him from different directions on the other side of the river. He took a step forward, and it felt like he was walking on flat ground as he stepped on the air. He walked towards the other side step by step.