"Powell, Powell."
Johnson came out of the inspection office in the west of the city, disguised as a civilian, and trot all the way back to the illusion hut hidden in the noble area of the city. He made a fuss and called his companion's name, eagerly.
Mr. Detective sits lazily on the cushions in the room, with Johnson's men in front of and behind him. Two long-legged assassins were staring at him. He was trapped in the cabin with a glass of wine in his hand.
Looking at the bottle on the table, he has been drinking for a long time by himself.
When the illusionist came back, Powell replied indifferently, "What's the matter?"
"You can't guess what I saw in the inspection office?"
Johnson seemed to have investigated some great secret, and took Powell's hand, "Victor Hugo is too insidious and cunning. He played with the people in Coldwind City."
Powell poured himself another glass, and sneered: "This is also news? If it weren't for the lord to make trouble, why would we hide in Tibet?"
Johnson ignored the other party's taunts and continued: "Damn Hugo has hundreds of infantry in the inspection office. I think their training is much better than ordinary noble soldiers."
Lords can be big or small, and the small lord is often a knight, and the territory is a village with a population of hundreds of households. With two attendants and five serf soldiers, it is not bad to be able to go out for half a month without being hungry.
A lord like Zhou Qingfeng who raises a large number of full-time craftsmen while also raising thousands of troops can already sweep a city area.
"I also met many wizard knights and adventurers from other families. These shameless guys abandoned their vows and secretly took refuge in the new master."
Johnson spoke with anger.
Powell said with an expression of "you just know", "Hugo has money in his hands. How many forces can withstand him digging a corner? This is a big reshuffle, and people who have no way out on weekdays will naturally take refuge."
Johnson was even more angry and felt a little bit of comfort, "Hugo is strong enough. No matter how he does it, he is indeed strong enough.
The Arad family, the Lehman family, and the Minos family in the city, these damn rebels drove the Long-legged family at the beginning, and now they are in disaster. I really want to see their regretful expressions. "
Powell rolled his eyes for this and nodded unexpectedly, "You are right, the rich and powerful in the city can't sit still. Ask you that silly bird."
"Poor ghost, you are stupid." The pet owl on the bird stand grunted and grabbed a few paper rolls and landed on the owner's head.
Johnson grabbed the scroll and glanced quickly, and asked in surprise: "The news just arrived? Is it accurate?"
"You trap me here, I can't do anything."
Powell was dragged into the water by Johnson and was almost under house arrest in the illusion hut. "I can only send your demon to contact the surviving families in the city.
Hugo quickly counter-attacked the long-legged home and hung the enemy's body humiliatingly. The stupid untouchables in the city naturally cheered for it, but the real nobles could not tolerate this.
Old Allard was mobilizing the forces in his family, but nearly half of the knights refused his call. Several chiefs of the wizarding group tried to gather the disciples, but nearly half of them could not be reached.
Hugo's attack was too severe. Open competition, fair trade, unrestricted knowledge dissemination. The heads and chiefs of the clan will be unable to control the situation.
Everything Hugo gives is honey with poison, which makes people willingly poisoned. If you don't want to die from the poison, the only antidote is to get rid of him.
The dignitaries in the city finally realized the real danger and were willing to join forces to eradicate Victor Hugo first. This is the only consensus reached in the past six months. However, they are still arguing about how to do it. "
Following Powell's description, Johnson once again read the scroll in his hand.
In the wizard's tower, several chiefs are discussing in secret.
Of the eight chiefs in the past, only five can still sit together. Only half of the group of more than 30 wizards can gather.
Working with "Fuqiangling" started with happiness, but ended with anger.
The chiefs all felt the pain on their skin. They took it for granted that Hugo, like himself, regarded the secret of magic as a treasure and would not easily leak it out.
But Hugo established an open library and taught publicly. In just six months, the power generated by monopolizing knowledge was easily dismantled.
This is not a group of people at all.
The chiefs condemned the evil of Victor Hugo for a while, and turned to count the people who could still be firmly controlled, and prepared to use the tricks of pressing the bottom of the box to fight.
After doing a calculation, Rao, the chief of plastic energy, scolded: "The damn Hugo has reduced the number of people we can use by half, but through various transactions, magic items such as scrolls have doubled."
The change chief Piero affirmed: "Our strength has improved a lot in the past six months, we may not be able to fight. To kill Hugo, the knowledge he has is everyone's."
Knowledge, knowledge, what the wizard values most is knowledge.
This is like a gambling game, the chiefs of secret talks have added chips to their cards. If you don't add it at this time, you won't have to add it in the future.
Compared with the'friendly' atmosphere among the wizard chiefs, the city lord's mansion entrenched by the Arad family is much more manic. Old Allard called out his dozen opponents, and everyone negotiated how to deal with the current predicament.
"I can also summon six family wizards, fifty knights, and three hundred armed attendants. As for the serf soldiers, those are useless."
Old Allard slammed his hands on the long oval table, leaned over and stared at the dozens of former colleagues, today's enemies and allies, and shouted ferociously:
"In the past, the long-legged family was just squeezing us. Victor Hugo wanted us to disappear."
In the gloomy room, only a few candlesticks were lit on the table. Old Allard’s bursting sound made the candlelight tremble, enduring his extreme anger.
The act of hanging the corpse of the long-legged knight was a turning point. It helped Victor Hugo win the hearts of the people and attracted the attachment of the neutral forces, but it also gave the powerful in the city a heavy blow and awakened them from their dreams.
Phils Long Legs will not let go of Coldwind City's rebellion, and Victor Hugo is coveting the entire Coldwind City.
It is strange that the rich and powerful who chose to rebel did not regret it. They all forgot why they had betrayed the Long-legged family, and now they only hate Victor Hugo for being too greedy.
Facing the intimidation of the old Arad, the patriarch of Minos also slapped the table and cursed: "How can the Arad family only have fifty knights?"
It’s okay not to mention this, and it makes old Allard even more angry, "What? Do you want to fight again? This is already all of my family. Do you dare to say that your family has not been eroded? How much force can you mobilize? ?"
Everyone in the audience who asked this question was ashamed and annoyed. After a collection of statistics, the nobles can only gather twenty or thirty family wizards, one hundred and forty-five knights, and there are thousands of armed attendants.
But this distance has fallen sharply from the strongest period.
The statistics make the families feel sad. Old Allard yelled again: "Can't drag on any longer. Hugo is like a chronic poison. If we don't resist, there will be no chance at all."
"How should we act?" A patriarch of a small family asked a key question.
"Assemble the team and directly besiege the'rich and powerful leader'." Minos' patriarch proposed.
"Victor Hugo's whereabouts are uncertain, he seems to be in the wizard's tower in the city recently."
"Then join the wizarding group to do it together."
"We have won, shall we give half of the results to the wizard chief?"
"Theoretically, it should be divided."
"So how much can we divide?"
"Isn't it too ridiculous to talk about the results of the battle now?"
"Then who will direct this operation?"
"It's me naturally."
"Why cement?"
"You idiots, do you care about this when you die?"
In the cold room, in front of the shaking candle, the quarrel began again. There will be no results until the families have no energy to fight.