The farce in the side hall of the temple continued.
Except that Tanya was serious.
Lian had no choice but to deal with it.
But the people who were paying close attention to this place sneered in their hearts.
The man walked away cautiously, bypassed the hall where the banquet was held, walked away from the temple along the wall, and entered the car that had been prepared earlier.
The car drove all the way into the edge of Lincheng.
Compared to the prosperous city center, the edge of Forest City is dilapidated, backward, and sparsely populated like the edges of other cities.
Therefore, if there is a tavern here, it is really a blessing and a vigilant thing.
Fortunately, it belongs to the locals around.
Watch out, it's an outsider.
Outsiders who came to Lincheng from other cities.
besides…
An outsider coming here from the city center.
Although they belong to Lincheng, the people here don't regard the rich people in the city center as their own.
Therefore, after the car stopped, several people in front of the tavern gathered together with malicious intentions, but immediately, these people retreated at a faster speed.
gun!
The weapons in the hands of drivers are full of deterrence.
"I want to see your boss, Guisi."
The driver walked towards the tavern while talking, without any thought of waiting.
However, before entering the tavern, the driver put the gun away.
Because, there is no need.
Many familiar faces in the tavern made the driver laugh involuntarily.
"I thought I'd be the first to hear."
The driver glanced at acquaintances with different outfits and various occupations on weekdays, and said this.
"You won't be the first to get the news, but you will be the first to bring us accurate news!"
"How's it going in the temple?"
Guixi, dressed in dark bartender attire, poured a glass of wine for the visitor, handed it to the visitor, and asked directly.
"The 'shoes' information is accurate."
"The new His Majesty was indeed seriously injured, and he had to use some farce to prevaricate the funeral home."
"certainly!"
"This prevarication is not common!"
The driver took the glass and took a sip.
"What's the meaning?"
Keisi asked instead of the master.
The driver didn't speak directly this time, he was silent while holding his wine glass.
"All right!"
"If your news is valuable, we will give you an extra 10%."
Guisi looked at the people around and said in a seemingly compromised manner.
"10%?"
"You, or everyone really only cares about that 10%?"
"Faced with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, are you willing to give up?"
The driver laughed and asked the people present in a sarcastic tone.
"Enough, Vicor!"
"What you said before, I and everyone here can pretend that I didn't hear it, but!"
"Stop talking!"
Guisi's face became gloomy, and he interrupted the driver's words in an unquestionable tone, his eyes became as sharp as knives.
Under such gaze, Vicor raised his hands high.
"joke!"
"this is only a joke!"
Vicker said.
"Um."
"We all took it as a joke!"
"Now, we need to discuss Your Majesty's plan!"
Guixi nodded, his gloomy face was replaced by a smile, the oppressive atmosphere in the tavern was swept away, and there were no accidents in the subsequent discussion.
After about twenty minutes, the people in the tavern left one after another.
Vicor was the first of that wave to leave.
But when the last person left, Vicor came back again.
"Anything else?"
"Did I make it clear before?"
"Everything is going according to plan."
Guisi raised an eyebrow.
"Some personal matters, bring me a glass of 'bourbon', the kind without ice and lemon - bitter wine, it's still delicious to drink like this."
"It has both the taste of wine and the taste of fruit."
"It's just more painful."
As Vicker spoke, he took out a small denomination note and placed it on the bar counter.
"But you can't add sugar."
"Because you hope to have a more mellow taste! It is impossible to have the best of both worlds!"
"You can not have it both ways."
Guisi poured the wine into the glass before adding fresh lemon slices, but during the whole process, Guisi never took his eyes off the small denomination note.
There is a paragraph written on it: There are two targets, one is seriously injured and the other is weak.
"It's man-made."
Vicor made a pun.
"It may eventually come to naught."
Guisi muttered softly.
"How do you know if it's the moon in the well or the gold in the water if you don't try it?"
Vicor looked at Guisi whose expression became hesitant, and the corner of his mouth curled up.
He knew that Guixi was tempted.
In fact, anyone who faces such an opportunity will be tempted.
If it weren't for being alone and alone, he would never invite the other party to share the results of the battle.
But when he thought of the witcher and the guards of the temple, Vicor had to give in.
Fortunately, there are two goals.
One per person, just right!
"Agreement?"
Guisi asked tentatively.
"Promise!"
"Swear by their respective names, ancestors, bloodlines and future offspring."
Vicor nodded, and said the words that made Keisi finally relieved.
No one will violate their own name, ancestors, and affect themselves and their own blood.
To do so is to deny oneself completely.
Once violated, even the gods will fall.
Guisi raised his palm.
Vicor raised his hand and struck.
The two will high-five and swear.
Snapped!
The two palms hit together heavily.
Then…
together on the table.
The two stared blankly at the palms on the table.
Watching the blood spray from the neatly cut and smooth wrist.
Watching the door of the tavern being pushed open again.
Watching the man walk in.
Watching the man sit down expressionlessly.
The bodies of the two began to tremble.
Both out of pain and out of fear.
No matter what, the two of them would never have thought of this person... No, no, no, it is this majesty who will appear in Lincheng.
"Mian, Your Majesty!"
Guisi stammered and opened his mouth.
"Forgive me!"
Vicor was much more straightforward, kneeling on one knee and begging for mercy.
But such a move did not change any results.
Except for the head, Vicor's body seemed to be cut by an invisible sharp blade, and it became dozens of pieces in the breath, and fell to the ground.
Looking at the dead Vicor, Guisi's face was ashen.
"You are different from him."
The god sitting there said slowly.
Immediately, a trace of blood appeared on Guixi's ashen face, but immediately, he was overwhelmed by the pain in his body.
Like Vicor, Guisi was divided into dozens of pieces.
Guixi's eyes widened until he died, as if he was dying.
"But the result of betrayal is the same."
Ignoring Guixi's unwilling expression, the god raised his hand and grabbed the blood-stained wine glass on the table.
However, one hand picked up the wine glass faster than him.
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