Behind the three-story city hall is connected the city owner's apartment, which is as grand as a giant museum. In contrast, the city hall that manages the entire D067 New City is like a security room.
Wu Chan sighed in his heart. He had never seen a city lord's residence that was not as magnificent as this. If the construction funds were used for the Night Wall, at least one layer could be reinforced. But what does the safety of 100,000 citizens mean compared to the city lord’s sweet dreams every night
One hundred and twenty city defenders and two of the ten city defenders returned to their respective posts. Lianrou was the only one who entered the city lord's apartment with Wu Chan.
As soon as he entered the door, Wu Chan's sight was firmly caught - it was a huge oil painting on the front wall:
The clouds emitted sacred light, covering a blonde beauty with white wings. Under her feet was a man with black wings and horns, and she penetrated the man's chest with a flaming sword in both hands. The ground beneath the man opened, and countless bloody flames and white bone hands originating from hell sprang out.
The blonde beauty had a winner's smile on her lips.
The man who was pierced by the sword was also laughing, as if the conspiracy had succeeded.
Footsteps sounded behind Wu Chan - the visitor obviously deliberately stepped lightly, but Wu Chan still caught him.
While Wu Chan turned his head, a middle-aged man dressed as a butler said: "This painting is called Heaven and Hell. It depicts the final battle between the archangel Gabriel and the fallen demon king Lucifer in the pre-disaster myth. This is It’s the city lord’s favorite painting. Mr. Wu might as well guess why the city lord likes this painting.”
Wu Chan said: "This painting is very expensive. It is the work of the painter Mu Fengjiu. This man became famous in middle age. After he became famous, he burned all his works. Legend has it that only nine works were left. So each one is priceless. "
The man said: "Mr. Wu not only has good eyesight, but is also well-informed, which is really admirable. I am Xiao Quan, the butler of this Xiao family mansion. I didn't introduce myself immediately just now, so I asked Mr. Wu to explain. "
Wu Chan said: "Did you invite me here?"
Xiao Quan smiled and said: "Mr. Wu is joking, how can I have such qualifications? The one who invites Mr. Wu is of course the Lord of this city, Mr. Xiao Tianchou. Mr. Wu is here to invite you."
The housekeeper bowed and respectfully invited Wu Chan to step onto the golden staircase, with Lianrou following behind him.
The three of them walked through a corridor covered with thick red carpets and arrived in front of a huge room. Two huge doors that reached the ceiling were tightly closed, and the surface showed the texture of solid wood. Wu Chan roughly estimated that a single door weighed at least two hundred kilograms. Gong Tiantian and Gan Xiaoyi would definitely not be able to push them away, and even Wu Chan himself would have to force himself to push them away if he didn't rely on super powers and the Ruijin Curse.
Xiao Quan seemed to have read through Wu Chan's mind, smiled slightly, put his hands on the door panel, arched his head and back, with his body like a plowing cow and his arms like horns, and then slowly pushed the door open creakingly.
Wu Chan didn't expect that this housekeeper would be such a hidden master.
Xiao Quan's breath was not disturbed at all as he pushed open the huge door, and gently adjusted his sleeves: "Mr. Wu, please come in."
Huge bookshelves, a huge desk, and a huge globe were all things that came into view, making Wu Zen directly define this place as a huge study room.
There was no one in the room, and the sunlight shined through the pale golden curtains on the desk, like a guillotine.
Xiao Quan said: "Mr. Wu, please wait a moment."
Only then did Wu Chan discover that on the wall on the right opposite the desk, there was a small door that was integrated with the wall. After Xiao Quan entered, an old man was pushed out in a wheelchair.
Against the backdrop of the huge study room, the old man was too thin, with very little gray hair left, and his dry skin was like a layer of bark covering his frame. But at the same time, his whole person exuded a sense of calmness and ease. His back is as straight as a young man's, his clothes are made of dark green silk, he wears a gold brooch on his chest, and the huge sapphire ring on his left index finger is as big as a pigeon egg.
What surprised Wu Chan the most was the old man's gentle and powerful eyes. He could actually look directly into Wu Chan's naturally sharp eyes without avoiding them. Ever since Wu Chan was young, few people could do this.
City Lord Xiao Tianqiu looked Wu Chan up and down: "You are Wu Chan, good, good, good."
Wu Chan didn't know what was good about what he said, so he replied politely to the old man: "Hello, City Lord, I don't know why you asked me to come."
Xiao Tianchou smiled and waved his hand to signal Xiao Quan and Lianrou to retreat.
Lianrou didn't move.
Xiao Tianchou said: "Xiao Rou'er is fine, Wu Chan won't embarrass an old man like me."
Lian Rou hesitated to speak, but still left the room under Xiao Tianchou's gaze.
"sit."
Xiao Tianqiu pointed to the chair in front of the desk and said to Wu Chan. He rolled his wheelchair and sat behind the desk. Then he took out a switch and pressed it, and the heavy solid wood door closed automatically.
He smiled at Wu Zen.
"I could still push this door when I was young, but now I'm old."
Wu Chan didn't answer.
Xiao Tianchou said: "You don't need to be nervous."
Wu Chan said: "Do I have it?"
Xiao Tianchou said: "This is just a courtesy from an old man."
Wu Chan said: "You are actually not old, are you?"
Xiao Tianchou was stunned for a moment, and then his smile widened, like an old fox.
"You are indeed as well-informed as the rumors say."
Wu Chan is somewhat surprisingly well-informed. This description is often used on himself.
Xiao Quan used it once, and Xiao Tianchou used it again at this moment.
The real reason why they came to find him was not to let him be a tour guide in the old city.
Certainly not.
Hiring a tour guide does not require a large formation of one hundred and twenty defenders and three top ten defenders.
Wu Chanshu: "City Lord Xiao, if you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly."
Xiao Tianchou said: "The biggest characteristic of us East District people is that we never speak directly. What do you want to drink? Can I have coffee?"
The skinny old man picked up the rattle on the table and shook it twice. It made an extremely clear sound. It was obvious that the metal used to make the rattle was not extraordinary.
One old and one young, they didn’t speak for the rest.
Xiao Tianchou just continued to look at Wu Chan silently.
Wu Chan had never been afraid of looking at others, but it was a bit strange to accept such an old man's "affectionate expression".
He rarely turned his head first.
Another short while passed.
A young and beautiful maid came in from the small door carrying a tray with two steaming cups on it.
Wu Chan noticed that the liquid in the cup was brown like medicine, with a bitter and fragrant smell.
“This is Blue Mountain Coffee.”
Xiao Tianqiu seemed to reassure Wu Chan that there was no poison in the cup, and signaled to let Wu Chan pick first.
Wu Chan picked up a cup nearby.
Xiao Tianqiu continued: "This is an old antique before the disaster, but I didn't expect that it will taste more mellow after the disaster. Try it."
Wu Chan took a sip.
Sure enough, it smells just like it, bitter and fragrant.
He is indeed not afraid of poisoning the cup. If he needs to be poisoned, the city lord does not need to go to such trouble.
Wu Chan said: "I have already drank whatever you asked me to drink. So now you can tell me why you are looking for me."
Xiao Tianchou said: "You know I have three sons, right."
Wu Chan said: "I've heard of it."
Xiao Tianchou smiled and said, "How about you help me kill them?"