Chapter 994: Dark Side Ups and Downs

A series of amazing things are happening in this 200-year-old imperial capital - some people are being purged, some mistakes are being corrected, some abandoned plans are being restarted, some people are leaving their homes, Disappearing from this world since then, others suddenly received secret orders, activated like seeds that had been dormant for ten years, and resumed their activities...

And all of this is shrouded in the extra thick and long fog of Typhon's 739 foggy moon.

Count Dürer stood in the mansion belonging to his family. He stood on the balcony on the third floor, looking at the foggy street outside through the wide crystal glass window. The fog has dispersed a little today, so he can see The scene across the street from Qing - the spire and porch of the Church of St. Jolem's Mars stood in the fog, but on this day usually used for worship, there was no civilian traffic in front of the church.

The most daring civilians stayed dozens of meters away from the church gate, looking at what was happening on the street with timid and frightened expressions.

There is about a large group of obsidian troops and a large number of rogue war mages in black robes are gathering in front of the church door. There are also many scattered soldiers in the paths around the church and near various hidden intersections. Count Durer sees. The commander of the custodial brigade was ordering someone to open the door of the church - the priests in the church obviously did not cooperate, but after some unfriendly "communication", the iron black door was forcibly broken. .

The heavily armed Obsidian Custodians and battle mages rushed in.

Some of the civilians watching the lively from a distance were exclaiming, some holding their breath, and some of them may be believers of the God of War-they showed pain, cursing and shouting something, but no one was there Dare to actually step forward and cross that line of defense formed by soldiers and war mages.

The chaos continued for a while, and even at a distance, Count Dürer could sense more than one violent fluctuation of magic power in the church. He saw some flashes in the dark doorway, which made him subconsciously tug at it. Pulling the button on his chest - then, the flashes, noises, and magic fluctuations in the church ended, and he saw that the soldiers and mages who had just entered the church were withdrawing in an orderly manner, some of them were injured, and some People escorted more than a dozen priests and priests of the god of war in priest robes to walk out from the inside.

The civilians gathered in the distance became more agitated. This time, a soldier finally stood up to stop the commotion, and another soldier pointed in the direction of the church door-Count Durer saw the commander of the imperial army walking out of the church last. When he came out, the tall and burly man seemed to be carrying something wet on his shoulders. When he went outside and threw the thing to the ground, Count Durer could vaguely see what it was.

It was a large group of rotten flesh and blood that clearly showed a mutated form. Even with the mist blocking, he could see the tentacles wriggling around the flesh and blood, and the hideous faces that kept emerging from the blood.

The crowd shouted in horror, and a battle mage began to loudly read out the conclusion of the search on the Church of St. Jolem, the God of War. Several soldiers stepped forward to summon raging flames with balls and began to purify the foul and terrible flesh in public. And Earl Dulle suddenly felt a strong nausea, he couldn't help covering his mouth and took a half step back, but he couldn't help but look at the street again, looking at the creepy and terrifying scene.

The raging flames had already started to burn, and some kind of roar that did not sound like a human voice suddenly sounded for a while, and then quickly disappeared.

Harvesting evil spirits from churches, performing flame purifications on the streets, and publicly adjudicating heretics... Count Dürer never imagined that he would see such a scene in his lifetime. In his impression, such a scene only appeared in the history books—in the era when human civilization was the most turbulent, the country was unstable, and all kinds of dark, degenerate, and distorted forces were still entrenched in this land. Something like that will happen.

Great Typhon, when did you become so critical?

Earl Durer frowned and felt a little breathless. He also had this suffocation feeling when the parliament was temporarily closed. At that time, he thought he had seen the most dangerous and tense moment in the country, but now he Only finally realized that the real threat to this land is still hidden far deeper-obviously, the rulers of the empire are aware of these dangers, so they will take a series of actions today.

He doesn't care about the affairs of the parliament at all now. He only hopes that the measures taken by His Majesty the Emperor are effective and timely enough to pull the country out of the quagmire.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from behind, and a familiar aura appeared behind Count Durer. Without looking back, he knew that the other party was a servant who had followed him for many years, and asked casually, "What happened?"

"Your Majesty," the attendant stood two meters away and lowered his hands respectfully, but there was a trace of tension in his tone, "Viscount Cornelian at No. 16 Maple Street was taken away this morning... by the Obsidian Imperial Army. …”

Count Durer's fingers trembled subconsciously, and after two seconds he exhaled softly: "I see."

"Are you going to meet Count Burne Turan tomorrow?"

"...Cancel the meeting, I'll let Dawn personally bring an apology to explain the situation," Count Durer shook his head, "Does Carrie know about this?"

The attendant replied immediately: "Miss already knows - she is very worried about the situation of her fiance, but she is still in the room without your permission."

"...Let her stay in the room, no one can do anything about this," Count Durer closed his eyes and said in a complicated tone, "Also tell him that Viscount Cornelian will return safely-- But there will be no more Cornelian 'Viscounts'. I'll reconsider this marriage, and... forget it, I'll talk to her in person later."

"Yes, my lord."

Count Durer nodded, and at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a new movement on the opposite street.

He saw a black magic vehicle approaching from the crossroads in the distance, with the emblems of the royal family and the Obsidian Custodian hanging on the magic vehicle.

An unreasonable tension and panic suddenly surged up from the bottom of his heart, causing Count Durer to clench his fists subconsciously. Although he didn't think he had any stains and bad deeds that would cause trouble at this time, his eyes Still staring at the car--almost every ridge, every wheel, every piece of crystal glass in his mind--he stared at it coming in the direction of the intersection , a little bit closer to the gate of his mansion.

He felt like his heart was about to beat out, and his intense concentration even gave him the illusion of whether the car had started to slow down. His ears were filled with the sound of thumping blood, and then he saw the The car drove past without slowing down, passed his mansion, and drove towards another house.

It was only at this time that Count Durer realized that he had not been breathing for a long time, and he suddenly gasped, which even caused a violent cough. The attendant behind him immediately stepped forward to pat him on the back, and asked nervously and caringly, "Sir, sire, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, cough, cough," Count Durer said while coughing, while still chasing the black magic car that was already driving into the fog. After the discomfort eased a little, he couldn't bear it. Zhu showed a weird smile, "It seems... this time there is really no one who can stop him..."

"Sir?" The attendant was a little confused, "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing," Count Durer waved his hand and loosened the button of his neckline, "Go to the wine cellar and bring the bottle of platinum Fez wine I have in my collection, I need to calm down..."

...

Hadilon sat in a study of his own in the Obsidian Palace, the scent of incense was soothing, and the decorative shields hanging on the nearby walls shone under the magic spar lamp. The young obsidian commander-in-chief looked at his desk—on the dark red desk, a list was being spread out in front of him.

"Another name..." He muttered softly, picked up the pen next to him, and crossed out a name, but his brows became even more wrinkled as the name was crossed out.

A soft knock on the door suddenly came, interrupting Hadillon's thoughts.

The prince raised his head and looked in the direction of the door: "Please come in."

The door opened, and Diana, dressed in a black maid dress and with long black hair, appeared in front of Hadilon.

"Ah, Lady Diana..." Hadilon couldn't help but sighed with a smile when he saw the head maid, "No wonder I can't feel the breath outside the door at all... Is there something wrong? Don't tell me again It's the new list..."

"Yes, Prince Hadilon, this is the new list," Diana nodded lightly, took a few steps forward and placed a magic-encapsulated document on Hadilon's bookcase, "according to the wanderer With the intelligence we have collected over the years, we have finally identified a group of people who have been sabotaging the New Deal, or have been controlled by the Church of God of War, or have colluded with external forces - interrogation is still required, but the result should not be too bad."

"List, list, new list..." Hadilon took the document with a wry smile, his eyes swept over it hastily, "Actually, I know that many people will appear on this even if they don't investigate. For more than ten years , they have been tirelessly running their own forces, eroding the various dividends brought by the New Deal, and this kind of sabotage is almost on the table..."

He stopped halfway through his words, glanced at several names, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Is it secretly colluding with Cecil again... Accepting a buyout in cash or shares, or being caught politically... There is no shortage of such people in the proud and glamorous 'high society'."

"There should be more lines behind these people - yet most of our investigations have failed before we even started," Diana said with a deadpan expression. To cut off, these bribed people are only the last pawns, they don't even know each other's existence, so in the end we can only catch these most insignificant spies."

"I've heard of the Cecil's MI, and their 'intelligence operatives'... We've dealt with them a few times," Hadilon said casually, "It's a really tough opponent, It is much more difficult to deal with than the spies and the Brotherhood of Shadows of the High Ridge Kingdom, and I believe you, these people are only a part of the exposed people, and there will only be more people who are not exposed - otherwise, I would be really sorry for the name of the MIIA. "

As he spoke, he put the list aside.

"I will handle this part of the list of nobles personally. Every name here should be able to sell for a good price at the negotiating table."

Diana nodded and took a half step back almost silently: "Then I'll leave first."

In the next second, her figure disappeared from the room.

Hadilon blinked, looked at the door that was still open, and muttered helplessly: "At least close the door..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice coming from the corridor outside the door: "This is because she saw me coming this way."

The next second, a tall figure wearing a long black court dress walked into the study, smiled and nodded to Hadilon: "It looks like you are very busy."

Hadilon glanced at Matilda, who was suddenly visiting, with a little surprise: "Why are you showing up at this time? Don't you have to deal with those restless noble representatives and those businessmen who can't calm down?"

"It's done—it's not worth my more than two hours to reassure them," Matilda said casually, "so I'm here to see how you're doing, but it looks like the work on your side is still going to be done. Does it take a long time?"

"Ms. Diana just brought me a new list," Hadillon raised his eyelids, and there was a trace of exhaustion and helplessness in the deep eyes inherited from Rosetta Augustus, "all of which have to be dealt with. of."

Matilda's eyes landed on Hadillon's desk, then she looked away.

Hadilon glanced at his sister and said seemingly casually: "If you want to inquire about Andersa, then I suggest you go to Lady Diana - rogues are better informed than me in intelligence. But I I don’t think there will be more detailed information from her. Now our western intelligence network is blocked, and the Cecil people control Andersa’s related information very closely, we can only know some public information... She is still alive and well, and the Cecilians have not treated her and the other soldiers who surrendered, I think you can feel more at ease."

"I know that the Cecil will entertain 'important hostages' like Anderssa even in political interests, and I'm not worried about that," Matilda said, pressing her hand He pressed his eyebrows, then glared at Hadillon a little, "But I'm very dissatisfied with your random guessing of my thoughts."

"Ha, my fault," Hadilon immediately raised his hands and gave Matilda another serious look, "indeed, I shouldn't have guessed your mind—and you shouldn't have anyone guessing your own. mind, isn't it?"

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