The speed of the car is not slow, but it is not very fast either. If it is too slow, it will easily cause worries that the necromancers will not be able to react in time. As for what speed is right, Buzureano can only rely on his own feeling. .
In fact, there are many things in the world that are not fixed. A general can judge the enemy's movements among thousands of complicated and difficult-to-distinguish true and false intelligences. A businessman can seize business opportunities in the intrigues and unpredictable shopping malls. To a large extent, It's all based on feeling, and only after you find the key points based on feeling can you start the analysis. If you ask them why they can discover things that others cannot, it will be difficult for them to tell the specific reason, but they have actually done it.
At noon, the carriage drove into the city of Buenos. Black Eleven and Apa, who had been waiting for a long time, greeted the carriage. The expressions on their faces were very complicated, as if they dared to be angry and dare not speak, but also seemed helpless. The task of Black Eleven and the two of them was to take the front line. Unexpectedly, everything that should be prepared was ready, but An Fei and others seemed to be missing. They didn't come when they waited, and they were so anxious that they felt like they were burning. It's like ants on a pot swarming around. There is no magic teleportation array in Buenos City. Closing the city gate means losing all sources of information. Even if they are qualified to order the city gate to be opened urgently, it is unrealistic to rush back. In this way, we waited until dawn, and finally got the information from the spy. An Fei and others rested in Punk City last night, and a conflict broke out that night. The specific circumstances of the conflict are temporarily unknown, but An Fei and others were intact.
Although they were no longer worried, there was a resentment in their hearts that was difficult to calm down, and the two people's faces certainly didn't look good. Be it Chris or Nia. Yan or An Fei. The weights are very heavy, and if anything happens to any one of them, they may be severely punished. This has nothing to do with whether you have the ability to turn the tide. When something happens, you must always contribute your own strength to the place where it happened. If you are convinced even if you lose, what is going on now
Black Eleven and Apa first greeted Buzuliano respectfully, and then turned their attention to Chris. Black Eleven asked with concern: "Chris, are you okay?" In fact, this was nonsense. He knew that everyone was okay in the morning, and Black Eleven wanted to express his attitude.
"I'm fine." Chris smiled and glanced at An Fei from the corner of his eyes, which meant: I said you would make people angry if you acted like this, I was right!
"It seems we should change to a carriage." Buzureano said with a smile. He really didn't know that he still had such outstanding affinity. Looking towards Silanberg, there was only one person. Comparing the two, he had the upper hand.
The sorrow of the night had faded from Buzureano's heart. In other words, he was deliberately forgetting. After decades of ups and downs, he has seen too many lives and deaths. The deceased is gone, and grief cannot restore anything. Rather than immersed in it, it is better to be prepared and repay the enemy with more ferocious attacks.
"Sir, we have prepared the carriage." Apa continued softly. After saying this, he waved. Two men in Tsing Yi led a carriage out of the corner, handed the reins to Appa, and then Disappeared in the crowd.
"You are very thoughtful." An Fei praised.
It's just that this kind of praise would be like easing the atmosphere and a disguised apology. Black Eleven didn't even look at An Fei, but bowed to Buzuliano and said, "Sir, please get in the car."
Buzuliano gave An Fei a funny look and got on the carriage first. An Fei changed the plan without authorization, which not only caused confusion to others, but also caused a lot of trouble to him and Silanberg. What made him even more dissatisfied was that An Fei had an affair with the believers of the Goddess of Nature in the temple. There was a conflict. Although the guardian of the temple was fair and truthfully told him the scene at the time, letting him understand that the main reason was not An Fei's fault, but everyone had the heart to protect their own shortcomings, and Buzuliano felt very uncomfortable.
However, the matter depends on the severity. Whether An Fei, Niya and others all died tragically in the temple, or whether the believers of the goddess of nature were injured or killed. To choose between the two, Buzureano would rather choose the latter. If If a tragedy really happens, Thor, Ernest and even Julande may react violently, and all believers of the goddess of nature will face a monstrous disaster.
Moreover, the guardian of the temple also told him that An Fei could actually use the power of the Heart of Nature. All of this combined made Buzureano make the smartest choice. When he met An Fei, he did not mention it at all. The incident in the temple was as if nothing had happened.
But it is uncomfortable to hold these things in your heart after all, so Buzureano is happy to see An Fei deflated.
It only took a short time to talk and change cars, and the carriage began to move forward again. Although Black Eleven thought from the bottom of his heart that An Fei's approach was very problematic, An Fei's prestige in Rili was still there, and the carriage had not yet After walking out of Buenos City, Black Eleven's expression had softened. He took out some things from his arms.
Gave it to An Fei: He said angrily: "This is for you." After saying that, he pursed his lips and pointed at Apa beside him.
An Fei understood the hint of Black Eleven. He leaned back against the wall of the carriage calmly, bent his legs just to block the roll of paper in his hand, and read through it quietly.
What was written on the paper was summarized information, but An Fei had no way of judging which ones were valuable and which ones were worthless. He just flipped through them quickly and carefully. When he turned to the last page, the writing on it suddenly attracted him. Attention, because he recognized it, it was the handwriting of Black Eleven.
The above content is not much, mainly about the Marquis of Zuose. On the second day after the withdrawal of the Shansha Empire, the Marquis of Zuose left the Violet City with some private soldiers and rushed to the Holy City. After arriving at the Holy City, he took care of things. After the low-key Marquis of Djoser met with Julande, he returned to the house he purchased. He did not visit any of the officials in the city, but on the third night, he appeared at the banquet held by the great prince West. and chatted happily with West, like old friends whom he hadn't seen for many years. After that, West and the Marquis of Djoser had a long private conversation. No one knows what they talked about specifically, but according to the servant of the Marquis of Djoser, when the master came home that day, he got off the carriage humming a song. of.
Black Eleven drew a black line under what the servant said. What could make the always low-key Marquis of Djoser so happy? This question is not difficult to think about. Black Eleven knew it, and An Fei immediately understood it. Marquis Zuose was determined to become the master of Violet City, and the eldest prince West also made a promise to him!
An Fei gently slid his hand across the paper and looked at the front again. The texture of the two papers was different. It seemed that Black Eleven had added it in without permission. Such information should not have been given to An Fei in the first place. Fei knew, so Black Eleven gave hints.
An Fei pondered for a long time, and his brows slowly relaxed. He figured out that if he had a conflict with the king of the empire, Julande, there was no need to consider Black Eleven's position, and An Fei would not have such extravagant hopes, but The rival was replaced by a eldest prince, but he was still an eldest prince who had not received the right to inherit. Black Eleven proved with practical actions that he would fulfill his responsibilities as a partner.
As long as the general direction remains consistent, the trust between them will not be destroyed. An Fei is not worried about this prerequisite. The most taboo thing for people to do is to be a facilitator. They are proud of their flexibility, but they don't know that no matter who has the upper hand, they will not get good results. Since he already thinks that Yolande is also a wise monarch, An Fei will not change his mind easily unless he is forced to a desperate situation. But with Yolande's wisdom, he knows how to avoid such a situation far better than himself. .
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"Have you finished reading? Just destroy it after reading it." Black Eleven coughed lightly: "This is what His Majesty told you, An Fei, Your Majesty really trusts you."
"Yes." Apa continued: "Even our prime minister has no right to read such things."
An Fei smiled and handed the paper to Susanna. Susanna gathered her fighting spirit and the paper turned into countless pieces in Susanna's hand.
It was like one wave after another. An Fei stretched out his legs, closed his eyes and meditated. Unexpectedly, he would offend the eldest prince inexplicably like this. Although everything was Julande's idea and had nothing to do with him, the eldest prince West would not complain about his father, and An Fei would definitely do it. scapegoat.
Using the word 'hatred' to describe this relationship is a bit too much, but the eldest prince will at least hate himself. After what happened in Violet City a few days ago was reported to the Holy City, what will the eldest prince think
"An Fei, what's wrong?" Susanna asked softly. An Fei's frown caught her attention: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"It's okay." An Fei opened his eyes, then closed them again: "I want to sleep for a while, you don't have to worry about me." This is his habit. When he feels any pressure, he will not get into trouble, but will Use sleep or practice methods to temporarily avoid it, and then think about it from a new perspective after you are completely relaxed.
The body relaxed and the mind sank into a calm state. All the surrounding voices were automatically filtered out by An Fei. He could not hear anything, and his breath became slow and long. Susanna and others were used to An Fei's practice, but they didn't think so. However, Buzuliano's eyes were always fixed on An Fei.
I don't know how long it took, but Susanna suddenly said in surprise: "Huh? Why did the carriage behind stop?"
Buzuliano lifted the curtain on the other side, glanced back, and whispered: "Stop!"
When the carriage stopped, An Fei also opened his eyes, sat up lazily, and looked back along the gap in Susanna's shoulders.