Underground secret room.
On the long table, candles were lit and their light flickered.
Surades sat at one end of the long table, with men in black robes standing on both sides, their heads bowed deeply.
One of the men in black robes spoke to Suratis with shame: "Master... I'm sorry... we failed. Although the team led by Lohr found the opponent,... all of them... He's dead. If we send people there again, we've already lost track of the other party."
"This... I don't blame you." Suradi raised his head and looked at the man in black robe who spoke. His voice was so hoarse that everyone present was startled. Everyone looked at Surades and realized that at some point, Surades had become much older and his face was full of exhaustion.
"Master, you..." The man in black robe who spoke looked worried.
"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me." Surades waved his hand, "I thought wrong about this matter and underestimated the enemy. The enemy seems really extraordinary and cannot be easily dealt with. You were right to be cautious at the beginning. Yes, I bear a great responsibility for the deaths of seven of Luo Er and the others."
"Master, you can't..."
With a "crash", everyone was so frightened that they knelt down, fearing that Suratis would take the blame and retire, and the entire parliament would exist in name only.
Seeing everyone kneeling on the ground, Suradi couldn't help but smile, but the smile was a little forced: "Ha, do you think I am preparing to leave the parliament? No, don't worry. I'm not without it. A responsible person, especially at this special time.
I don't care who killed Lore and went against our council, or what organization is behind him, I want to find out who he is and let him know how powerful he is. Of course, for now, our strength may be a little weak and we need more strength. "
"More power?" The people kneeling on the ground raised their heads, confused at first, then thought of something, and couldn't help but widen their eyes, "Master, are you talking about..."
"Yes." Surades nodded, "That's what you think."
"Okay, don't stay here anymore, come with me." Suradi said, and walked out of the secret room as he spoke.
The people kneeling on the ground looked at each other, and the next moment they quickly followed, with excitement and... fear on their faces.
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Baishi City, a hidden underground space somewhere.
Suradi led everyone in the council down the stairs and stopped in front of a strong iron door.
"Bang bang bang!" Suradi knocked on the door hard.
There was silence inside the door.
"Bang bang bang!" Surades continued to knock on the door.
There was still silence inside the door.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Surades still knocked on the door and shouted, "Yadod, come out, I know you are inside!"
At this time, footsteps finally sounded inside the door. Someone approached the iron door, but did not open it. Instead, he asked hoarsely through the iron door: "Who is it?"
"I, Surades, and the people from the parliament." Surades said solemnly.
"Is that so..." The voice inside the door weakened, and finally with a "squeak", the heavy iron door opened, revealing an extremely old man inside.
I saw that the other person's hair was sparse, his body was stooped, and his skin looked extremely pale due to lack of sunlight. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, his eyes were cloudy, and he looked very old. He looked like he was more than a hundred years old. He was the same Yadotus who wrote to Surades and solved the problem of "the thief's chamber".
After seeing Yadodo, the people who came with Surades all shouted: "Hello, Master Yadodo!"
After listening to everyone's words, Yadod looked wary, his cloudy eyes rolled in his eyes, and he looked at Surades and said: "Why are you bringing people from the council to my place? I have retired, I shouldn't call you I'm a master. Unless you are planning to pull me back. But... is this a bit too much? I have served the parliament for eighty years, a full eighty years! Why, are you planning to continue to squeeze me? Let me tell you, it's impossible of… "
"Okay!" Suradi interrupted Yadodu, "Yadodu, the situation in the parliament is very critical now, you must come back."
"Humph, I don't have time." Yadod snorted, very rudely, "I still have a lot of things to be busy with." After saying this, he raised his hand to close the door.
Suradi stretched out his hand to block it, squinted his eyes and asked Yadod: "What are you busy with? It can't be that you haven't solved the problem in the reply I asked 'Ken' to bring you a long time ago. Bar?"
"Nonsense, why can't I answer such a simple question?"
"Then tell me, what is the smallest Licrel number?"
"Yes..." Yadod's eyes widened and he stopped talking.
Surades said: "196."
"..." Yadodd was silent, looked at Suradis for a long time, waved his hand and said, "Come in."
Surades walked in.
Yadod spoke up and said quietly: "You came here this time not just to pull me back, right?"
"Yes." There was a rare sharpness in Suradi's eyes, and he said solemnly: "In addition to pulling you back, I am also preparing to wake up Petula."
"I guess so." Yadod was not too surprised and said, "It seems that the situation encountered by the parliament this time is really not simple. It forces you to prepare to gather our former iron triangle. But... Wake up Bai Did you bring Tula’s blood?”
"Isn't that the one standing outside the door?"
"Tsk, yes." Yadod praised, walked to the depths of the room, reached out and turned the rusty candlestick.
"Kakaka!"
A bookshelf in the room split open in the middle, revealing a downward passage.
"Let's go." Yadod said and walked down first.
"Yes." Suradi nodded, followed Yadoud, and waved to the people outside the door.
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"Da da da… "
The group of people walked down the passage and appeared in a huge underground hall.
There were a large number of torches on the four walls of the hall. The moment everyone walked down, they were lit up at the same time, making it brightly lit. Under the bright light, you can see that the floor of the hall is made of special stone, with many complex patterns carved on the surface. The middle part is sunken and houses a metal coffin.
Yadod lowered his eyebrows, glanced at the coffin, and then waved his hand.
With a "crash", the coffin lid slid open, and the people present couldn't help but hold their breath when they saw a man who looked even older than Doud lying in the coffin, frighteningly old.
It is better to say that it is a living person than a corpse. The skin and flesh of the person in the coffin were clinging to the bones, their hair had long since fallen out, and their heads were like skeletons, lifeless.
"Petura..." Suradis took a look and spoke slowly, but did not express too much emotion. He turned his head, looked at the people in the council who were following him and said, "Everyone, let's start."
"Yes." The man in black robe nodded, not daring to disobey, and stretched out their hands, exposing their wrists.
"For the Parliament, for the Black Spirit." The man in black robe said, slightly fanatical.
"For the Parliament, for the Black Spirit..." Yadod said, showing an expression of reminiscence.
"For the Parliament, for the Black Spirit!" Suradi said with a solemn expression. With a wave of his hand, a wind blade emerged and quickly passed over the exposed wrists of all the men in black robes.
"Puff puff!"
Accompanied by a series of muffled sounds, bright red blood seeped out and fell on the ground. Following the complex lines, it slowly flowed towards the coffin in the middle...