Broad World

Sometimes things in the world are just so helpless, the more you hate something and fear something, it just happens to come together. Henry, who had just returned to the Geralt family, immediately received a report from Antleb that Liroya, whose bones were broken all over her body, had disappeared, or more precisely, she should have disappeared out of thin air.

Under the watchful eye of several elite assassins, she suddenly evaporated inexplicably, without any trace of movement, and there was no fluctuation of spells or divine spells, which made one's scalp tingle strangely. What's even more unfortunate is that the mistress of the first family, Adu (Lei) Si, is planning to hold a meeting and ask the mistresses of all ruling families to attend.

This is simply forcing Henry to act immediately. You must know that Mistress Xingdra was hacked to death a few days ago, and the corpse had already been fed to the troll. And the successor, Liroya, is now neither alive nor dead, and can't even find a temporary substitute. Apart from starting a war immediately, there is really no other way. Just when a sharp look flashed in his eyes and he was about to make a move, there was a sudden loud noise from the gate.

"Your Excellency, it seems to be Jarlaxle and his Dayet Independent Mercenary Group." Antleb carefully reminded after taking a glance.

Ever since he found out that such an important prisoner was missing, he has spent the past few days in panic and fear, afraid that when he wakes up, he will see the entire city's army concentrated in Jie=Wan===吧=== nsb=mlat The gate of the family. You must know that the murderous mistresses have always shown no mercy to those men who dare to challenge the dominance of women. There will definitely be one who kills one, and two who kill both. Obviously, once word of what they did in this family spread, they would undoubtedly be surrounded and suppressed by Ust Nassar. Then stop planning. It's hard to say whether he can escape alive.

Henry took a deep breath. Forced himself to calm down, then rubbed his brows and ordered in a low voice: "Let them come in, just as I also need to find out if any major incidents have happened in the past two days. Also, let your people kill all the remaining priests , These guys are all unstable factors now, I don’t want to be stabbed at a critical moment.”

Antleb nodded lightly: "Understood, I will do it now. But what about the envoy sent by the parliament? He is still waiting for our reply."

"Tell him that the mistress will be there on time, and then on the way..." Henry narrowed his eyes and made a gesture of cutting his throat. He can't think of a better way now. I had no choice but to kill and silence to delay the time. Not much, just a few hours.

Since the end of the surface war, at least half of the power, including the chief mage Sidrix, has been destroyed. The mage tower is basically in an unprecedented weak state. The best time for the grievances between Ma. "Please don't worry, I guarantee that this envoy won't survive ten minutes." Antleb bowed deeply and turned to leave. He knew very well that this was his last chance. If he messed up again, let alone the noble title, he might not even be able to keep his current position.

Robert's control principle for the Thieves Guild has always been loyalty first. Ability second. Under the premise of ensuring loyalty, capable people can always be promoted quickly. This is why organizations can grow rapidly like a snowball. There are quite a few capable guys in the Dark Elf Assassin Squad, and some of them are not very law-abiding. They have been spying on this position for a long time, but they just never got the chance.

Competition brings progress, competition brings vitality, and competition also brings great oppression. No one wants to fall from a height, and Antleb, who has already tasted the taste of power, is even more unwilling. He secretly swore that once he finds Liroya's damn bitch, he will definitely let him taste what it means to live a life worse than death.

A few minutes later, Jarlaxle, who was wearing a tight crop top, came in front of Henry. He took the initiative to take off his hat, and then sat down on the chair and said with an exaggerated expression: "Oh... my friend, you really did an incredible thing. Thousands of dark elf armies were destroyed, all The nobles and priests were all killed, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for this city to recover within a few hundred years."

Hearing this sentence, Henry's expression changed slightly, he stared at the cunning mercenary leader in front of him for a few minutes, then smiled and shook his head: "It seems that you are very well informed, and you found out so quickly. But Uster Natha City has no chance, it will be destroyed by me in a short time, and will disappear from the world completely. How about it, have you brought what I want?"

"Wow! It's really scary. But you better be careful, my nose smells conspiracy on you, very...very strong." Jarlaxle groped in his pocket for a long time, and finally took out A piece of wrinkled parchment. "This is what you want, a pass to enter the Mage Tower, which can only be used once, and then it is completely useless."

"Thank you, I think this is enough. In return, the entire warehouse of the Geralt family is now open to you, and you can take as many weapons and armor as you can." After getting the pass, Henry did not hesitate. Be generous to others.

Anyway, the things forged by the dark elves can't be used on the surface at all. It's better to take them out and give them to the mercenary leader to make a good relationship, maybe they can be used sometime in the future. As for those gold coins, jewels and special magic items, he has already swept them away, and they will not be cheap to outsiders at all.

Even though Jarlaxle was well-informed, he couldn't help being surprised by this news. You must know that this is all the inventory of a powerful family. If you sell it, you can definitely earn hundreds of thousands of gold coins. Although the Dayet Independent Mercenary Group had a great reputation, it was the first time they encountered such a generous employer.

He stood up excitedly and asked in a hurried voice: "How many are there?"

"Hehe, there are not many armors, only a dozen pairs of full body armor, less than two hundred helmets, and one hundred shields. There are more weapons, such as a large number of halberds, scimitars, long swords, etc. I haven't counted them in detail. It is estimated that there are at least two thousand handles..." Henry said very calmly a number that made the mercenary leader shudder.

"Damn! There are so many. Oh... my God! This is a happy trouble, I have to find a way to get them all out." Jarlaxle muttered, shaking his head and scratching his head. He has been completely dazzled by such a large amount of wealth. He even forgot the purpose of his trip.

Seeing this guy fidgeting. Henry knocked lightly on the table and reminded: "If you need it, I can issue you a passport for the Geralt family. I believe that the guards at the city gate will not dare to stop you before the news of the defeat comes back. But everything is safe." There is a price, I don't know what you can pay?"

He was very curious as to where the news about this mercenary leader came from. Normally, no matter what kind of espionage organization is likely to be able to achieve such accuracy and efficiency, unless...

"Hey, I just have a piece of information here, I believe you must be very interested." Jarlaxle took out a note from his coat pocket and put it on the table. There was a playful expression on his face, as if he knew some secret.

"Oh? Are you so sure I'm interested in this information?" Henry asked, frowning slightly. He didn't open the note right away, because the mercenary leader's eyes were very abnormal, and he was completely looking to see through him.

Jarlaxle lifted the brim of his hat and laughed exaggeratedly: "Hahahahahaha! My friend, open it and have a look. I want you to assure me that this is definitely the information you need most. It's unbelievable, son of Baal, the God of Slaughter It’s so interesting that it appeared underground. Isn’t it?.”…

After hearing these words, Henry's face darkened instantly. There was even a hint of murderous intent in the two eyes. Resisting the urge to crush the preface guy to death, he lowered his voice and asked, "Where did you get the news? Or ask another way, who gave you the information?"

"Why do you ask that? Could it be that I can't get information from my own people?" Jarlaxle asked loudly, bluffing.

This is his usual style. First, he confuses the opponent with deceit, and then uses entangled and weird ways to launch a fatal blow. Few people can see through this kind of messy behavior, because at first glance they seem to move here and there, and there is no pattern at all.

But Henry is different. He can clearly feel that there is a deadly conspiracy hidden behind those eyes, so he threatens without hesitation: "Ask me one last time, who gave you the information, his name and appearance Speak up, otherwise we are enemies. I think you should know how I deal with enemies."

"Okay, okay, don't be so fierce, I just wanted to make a joke." Jarlaxle immediately raised his hands in surrender. "Yesterday early in the morning, a sneaky guy stuffed a note into my pocket. His back looks like a thief, and his behavior is incompatible with the dark elves. It feels somewhat similar to surface humans. As for what it is called Name, sorry, no idea. I swear, that's all I know."

He was really afraid of those terrifying eyes, for fear of causing unnecessary misunderstanding. You must know that the entire Geralt family is now under Henry's control. If there is a conflict, I am afraid that the Dayet Independent Mercenary Group will really become history.

"I can get accurate information... I am a thief by profession... I act like a surface human... I think I know who this guy is." Henry's mouth was slightly upturned, revealing an evil smile.

There is no doubt that there will never be another person except Yuxumo who has been following Joan Irenicas. I really didn't expect that he was still hiding in the city of Uster Natha. He must be carrying out some important plan, and judging from the description just now, it is very likely that he is dealing with himself.

"Interesting, an ace spy, a group of dark elf nobles who are ready to move, the first family that is cornered, the ignorant Aberdare and his party, the vengeful Chasma, and the Geralt family that I control, The situation is really lively enough. That being the case, let's play a game of betting on life and see who is the final winner." After speaking, Henry's eyes revealed deep gazes, as if the whole person become different.

He now has enough confidence to defeat any enemy, even if the opponent is a god. This is the awareness of being a chess player, and it is completely different from those chess pieces that are still being manipulated at will on the chessboard. There are only a handful of chess players in the main plane, and they all have one thing in common, that is, they can confront the gods head-on...

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