"To be honest, I always feel that the style of painting there is not right..."
"Huh? Why do you say that?"
"Look, the protagonists of other people's families are pretending to slap the face or something, so the basic style is different. I can't do it even if I come, and I'm not very envious. But some developments are the same. , as the protagonist, at least the more confused the better, the stronger the personal strength, the higher the status, the more and more younger brothers, the more beautiful women, the more and more tall people, the better and the better the reputation, but… "
"... Your strength is getting weaker and weaker, your status is almost gone, and you're alone, your younger brothers have all run away, beauty... Ahem, at least you are becoming more and more like a villain BOSS. Well, it's just that a hero suddenly pops out and sends you You're back home."
Dead Cat's words seem comforting, but in fact they contain full of malice, but if compared to the current scene, it is very appropriate.
I held my hands empty on the table, and the dark cloak covered my body and face. The only thing that was clear was probably the slightly ignited shadow fire in my eyes. As a senior necromancer, I am very good at making others incomprehensible.
On the second floor of this small private house, the dim yellow brilliance of the old oil lamp is the only light, the door is tightly closed, the air and sweat are very uncomfortable. In the suffocating environment, more than 20 people were stuffed.
Perhaps the negative energy around me was too arrogant, at least there was nothing around me except Timurett, who was barely wearing a leather armor and looked like a barbarian standing behind me.
On the other side, Tiana dressed as a dark elf assassin was wearing a veil, but her exposed chin was full of coldness, as if she was staring at a group of people on the table, just sitting on the wooden window, watching the outside while playing silently Short sword in hand.
"I don't think it's necessary to say more nonsense. I'm looking for everyone today to know why. I asked the master to verify that this treasure map is real, but those bastards are blocking our way to make money. If you want me to tell you, just do it. Damn it!"
The speaker was a tall, strong man with a gray beard. He seemed to be at least sixty or seventy years old, but he only had three fingers on his right hand. If I remember correctly, he should be the leader of the local mercenary and a member of the mercenary union. The vice-chairman, Tom Shure, "The Dog".
What he represents should be the will of those scattered mercenaries, and on his right, Old Barton is really sipping his head down and drinking suffocating wine. To be brought in by Tom, it seems that he has indeed made a name for himself.
Most of the mercenaries are fighting for money. When they find out that their hometown has such a large amount of wealth, it is strange that they are not moved. Only mercenaries can take charge. The old Barton had enough reputation before, but his strength was still a little off. Since he can now achieve this position, he naturally showed enough strength.
"...Well, it was Prince Link who came here. His Highness also brought the royal guards. It's not good to have a conflict with the royal guards. Harmony makes money, and chi makes money..."
With a chubby figure, a friendly face, some funny little beards, and a protruding belly, he is an authentic businessman in terms of appearance and temperament.
In fact, he is indeed a businessman, but he is a well-known black market businessman, Brightman. He has raised several mercenary groups, and his strength is no less than that of a knight.
The merchants are very cautious, and the people gathering here are obviously desperadoes who do not want to die for money. Offending the royal family will cause endless trouble. They can get away with it. Brightman’s foundation is all in the Principality of Sasha. , he will come, some people feel incredible, but looking at the person next to him, some can understand.
It was a woman, but her body was covered with scars, and half of her face had been disfigured by a savage knife wound, only the half of it was covered by Liu Hai, which was deliberately put down, and the half that was not injured was also covered. People create unhappiness.
Women's armor that seems to have more decorative effect than real value, but under the reflection of the light, it has the orange-red camouflage unique to this enchanted Adamantine. If she can wear this armor, no matter what her other abilities are, her strength is definitely enough. Demolition of walls with empty hands, after all, this thin armor has the hardness of at least three sets of full-body heavy armor.
"Blood Spear" Shaliman, an Amazonian, an Amazon female warrior above the legend, one of the most trusted countesses of Marquis Tariq, and also the highest female general present.
Maybe because of her ugly appearance, but the one eye that is exposed always has a cold light like a blade, but it makes people unable to look directly at it. She makes no secret of her hostility and defense, and her most famous deeds, Probably because of the bad habit of massacres after each war, people who hate her directly call her "Blood Witch".
Because his appearance is too distinctive and he is too famous, he does not need to be introduced by others at all, and others consciously distance themselves from him.
"They came together. Has Brightman turned to the rebels? He controls the resale of food and weapons in several surrounding counties. It seems that the life of the royal family will become more and more difficult."
When these two people come together, it is normal to have such an inference, but being able to attract such a big man as Shaliman also confirms the authenticity of the treasure from the side.
Of course, there were other people sitting on the table, some were leaders of an old-fashioned adventure group, and some were intelligence merchants and thieves chiefs, but compared to these three, they were a little underweight.
Originally, I should also be a person with insufficient weight. After all, I was "not famous" before, but in this world, strength is always the best business card.
Just covered with the slowly burning hellfire, the negative energy flame that looks very dangerous but is actually more dangerous, these guys are naturally far away from me, and even Shaliman's one-eyed stare at me. , I also have the right to speak.
Such a group of people chose a private house party in the dark midnight, of course not to have a harmonious and friendly party. What we discussed was only how to break through the blockade of the royal family. In a sense, this is also a treason. .
But what surprised me a little was that there was no representative of the Society of Death, and no one in this room except me had the power of death.
I don't think they will miss such a good opportunity. Even if they can't reach an agreement, they can gather some information, but suddenly, Tiana handed me a note from the side, with a few black patterns like ghosts.
"The 'ally' of the old Leiden language? Who else speaks such an ancient language? Oh..."
I was stunned at first, but suddenly realized the next moment. This ancient Laiden language is a racial language of demons in the lower planes. Learn undead magic, and you must learn a fairly high level of undead magic, and you can't learn this language.
And I didn't wait for me to ask Tiana who brought it here, but I watched the fat old businessman touch the silver ring on his hand deliberately.
It was a valuable keel ring, surrounded by black patterns. If the skull pattern could not prove his identity, the "ally" of the lips had already proved everything.
It seems that the efforts to get Cink to contact have not been in vain, and my news has been conveyed, but the gang is not only hidden deeper than expected, but also very cautious. This is not only a connection, but also a small test, after all, I It's a bit too coincidental, and it's natural to doubt something.
My inquiring eyes turned to Tiana, who nodded slightly, and it seemed that it was sent by this "Brightman, a businessman who always sells death in a friendly manner".
It is said that more than 70% of the believers of the Wande Society eventually joined the cult, not for power or something illusory, but fear of death and longing for immortality is the root cause. Among them, there are many rich businessmen and officials. The richer the people, the more afraid of death. True.
So, I also wrote a few old Leiden words on the note - "Death is fair, but sometimes, enough wealth can buy the charter of the god of the underworld."
Shortly after the note was taken, a servant said something in Brightman's ear, and the old face smiled like a Buddha.
I also burst into laughter, it seems that he did not see the true meaning of it.
"... No matter what permission the Underworld God does, I am afraid that it can only lead to a certain level of the purgatory of the underworld."
Our little actions didn't attract many people's attention. After all, most of the people here are doing the same thing. Some people will definitely become brave warriors (cannon fodder) who break through the blockade of the Royal Corps. "The warriors need more voice and allies.
The small notes flew around and didn't say anything. Most of the inquiries of "Agreement?" would get a positive answer of "About!"... Don't think about it, they were just a private meeting after the agreement, although the two big men It's really scary to repeat lines like this...
And even if you break through Sasha's official blockade and have the opportunity to enter the ruins, in order to compete for treasures, you will have to speak with strength. At this time, it is naturally a good thing to make a few more friends.
But the issues on the negotiating table have been slow to progress.
"We need a temporary leader... at least a liaison!"
"Good idea, why don't you take care of it?"
"Me? I think you're a good fit."
Everyone knows that it is necessary to break through the blockade to have a chance to reach the ruins.
But everyone knows that it is definitely a stupid idea to fight against the Sasha royal family in the Principality of Sasha. It will almost cut off the way to make a living here, and it will definitely attract a wanted order. Others may not be blacklisted. But whoever takes the lead will definitely get into big trouble.
All eyes were on the Countess "Bloodspear". After all, her power and the royal family turned against each other, and it seemed natural to be in the first place.
But she herself just sat there quietly, completely different from the stubborn and belligerent character in the legend, but if this state persists, it may be a show of indifference.
I yawned, and even put out the fire extinguisher on my body. It's a waste of time to go on such a boring party.
Originally, many forces who were intrigued wanted to form an alliance. If it wasn't for the fire, the first alliance would often only be able to pull the relationship. Some of the later ones were arguing. I was thinking about finding a reason to leave. Suddenly, the door opened, and a young A man and a servant entered.
"Hehe, everyone is here. Hello everyone, I'm Link, and I'm the one you discussed to deal with!"
His Royal Highness Link walked in triumphantly. He looked back with satisfaction at the retainer he had just accepted. This retainer from a commoner was indeed very useful, and he found out where all the rebels were located so easily.
Everyone on the table was full of surprise, and the dark whistle had been set up around, how did this guy come in.
"Ha, you surrender obediently, my legion has already laid a net..."
The remaining words were swallowed, and His Highness Link looked at the half-length sword protruding from his chest with disbelief.
"Actually, our target has always been you. Your subordinates? They won't come. Their orders are to patrol the city defense."
After doing it for so long, Saliman "Blood Spear" said this first sentence. Unlike his scary appearance, his mature and sexy voice is swaying everyone's hearts.
At this moment, the cowardly person has almost fainted. Breaking through a border guard and murdering a member of the royal family are two completely different things. Everyone knows that this has been involved in an amazing conspiracy.
At this time, kicking away the body of "Master", Kahn put away the long sword with blood, and looked at the others with a grin on his face.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the violent explosion shook the entire city, and in my ears, I remembered the slow voice of the dragon lich's soul.
"A good news, a bad news..."
"Listen first."
"The good news is that there is no point in getting in the way, and we no longer have to worry about not being able to get to the ruins."
"bad news?"
"We don't have to go to the ruins anymore, they are here, and the undead natural disaster is here."