Chapter 204 Major Events

"Oh! This is so cruel! The blood is flowing like a torrent, it must be very painful... But even if he severely injured his opponent, Brother Bali was not in a hurry. He was still very cautious, neither lowering his shield nor lowering his spear, but pacing slowly. , approaching the opponent in a circle... Oh! This is a good defense, Brother Ba Li returns without success... Wait! Brother Ba Li just lured the enemy, but now... Ouch! It looks so painful...ah! Turn around again! Gentlemen, remember to cover the eyes of the female companions. This scene is not suitable for sleeping...Why don't you surrender? If I do, I will not bleed too much...That's right. , that's right! The opponent threw down his weapon and surrendered! The battle was over! The magistrate, the doctor and the stretcher team rushed in... Although helpless, maybe unwilling, and a little desperate, it was definitely worth it, after all, the bonus No matter how rich it is, you must first have a life to enjoy it!”

The sun was setting in the west and the sky was filled with sunset. There were dozens of one-on-one duels in the arena. Even the host with a loud voice on the stage was replaced by two. The audience was dizzy with the successive duels. They were so excited that until people lit up eternal lamps and lit torches in the arena, making the entire arena as bright as daylight, the final eight winners were finally decided.

In the field, the warriors illuminated by the eternal lamp raised their spears and shields and roared to the sky.

"Everyone, the winner of this duel, that is, the last person selected for the top eight, is the barren mountain warrior from the other side of the sea - Brother Azai Juyong Bali!"

The host's voice was conveyed to all parts of the venue through a special sounding tube and relying on the circular layout of the arena, arousing enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

"Listen to the cheers of the whole audience, even the eternal lamp is shaking! You can see that people love Brother Bali to death, they call him 'Barren Mountain Rapids', because fighting with him will never be boring! "

The messengers specially recruited for the selection hurried back and forth between the stands and even inside and outside the venue, delivering information such as battle status, rankings, games, etc. After a while, more louder and more vague cheers came from outside the venue ( or boos), and further away in the city, someone even set off fireworks, lighting up the dark night sky.

"Brother Bali has something real under his hands." D.D stood in the aisle below the Duke's stand, holding a pen and paper, looking at the blood-covered Barren Mountain Man in the field, holding a spear and roaring, and nodded slightly.

"He couldn't change his habits on the battlefield, so he saw blood," Morgan beside him lowered his head and lit his pipe, agreeing softly, "When he reaches the quarterfinals, he has something, but... hmph, what can he do if he has this ability? No, I have to come to perform.”

"Hey, everyone has his own ambitions," D.D was lying on the low rail next to him, recording something in a rustle, "If I were to be beheaded and bleed with no one wrapped around me, I would definitely rather accept flowers and cheers in the ring and venue. ”

Morgan snorted in disdain, turned and walked away.

The host's amplified voice sounded again, drowning out their whispers:

"There are more than a hundred contestants who will pass the preliminary test this time, including many long-established and popular contestants, who are naturally the favorites. Of course, there are also young and energetic rookies who are exciting, and there are also unknown ones. The unpopular and powerful players made a surprise! This is a grand event that has not happened in many years! Finally, they fought hard and broke through the obstacles to determine the final eight!"

Following the host's words, the top eight contestants walked out of the tent one after another, accepting the cheers of the audience while looking at each other.

D.D squinted his eyes, looking at these players intently while taking notes carefully.

"found it!"

The voice coming from behind startled Doyle, and he almost took out his pen and paper. After seeing the person clearly, Doyle breathed a sigh of relief.

"It scared me to death. I thought the Terror Blade came to life... Oh, oh, Waiya, wait a moment, yes, it's you, really Waiya, take a breath," D.D put away the pen and paper, holding his sweating head , panting Huaiya, "What did you find? A betting spot with a rake discount?"

Wyatt was stunned.

The next second, the host's voice suddenly sounded, startling them all:

"The first is the 'Hundred-Step Ranger' Kong Geyou who was selected by the New Suburban Police Department and the Night Workers Guild. He supports justice with a big sword in one hand and punishes Xiaoxiao with a flying knife in the backhand! His skills are cultivated from his career as a mercenary and adventurer. Yes! It is said that he traveled thousands of miles and saw hundreds of cities before finally deciding to settle down in our beautiful Emerald City. He acted chivalrously and righteously in the new suburbs, and was respected by everyone! The citizens are safe! Everyone, this is one of the top eight in this election: the Hundred Steps Ranger!"

Amid the chaotic cheers and applause around him, Huaiya had to raise his voice:

"What kind of bet... No, I mean, I just found a few clerks from the city hall and a few secretaries from the Chamber of Commerce. They used my father's name to intimidate and induce..."

"What? Intimidation and inducement? You?" D.D was a little surprised.

"I know, and I don't want to, but the current situation - in short, I have roughly figured out the resume of the defense attorney. There is one thing worth noting." Huaiya thought of something, took out the notebook he carried with him, and grabbed it with his hand, "Borrow the pen." Let me take a moment, my own is broken, while my memory is still clear..."

"Wait, I'm still using-"

Before D.D could protest, he heard Huaiya murmuring:

"Slimani, he passed the official civil service examination and qualification review twenty years ago and became a formal security officer. He has a good reputation in the department and is helpful. Colleagues praise him as 'a top performer in the security department.'" Pen' and 'Reporting Expert'…"

Doyle thought the name sounded familiar and couldn't help but scratch his ears.

"Not surprising." A deep and heavy voice came from behind, frightening Doyle to tremble.

"Zombie! I was so scared! I thought..."

D.D turned around and said righteously:

"Where have you been? You know, we are in an emergency right now, and His Highness is in need of manpower!"

Glover had just returned from the sidelines. He held his bandaged arm and squinted at the notes in D.D's hand:

"You mean the number of people who calculate odds and place bets?"

"Ahem, now is not the time to talk about this," D.D calmly closed the notes and odds sheet and turned to Huaiya: "Then what? Continue, what happened to Slimani?"

Huaiya didn't pay attention to this episode. After hurriedly recording it, he returned the pen to D.D. The latter started to make corrections on the odds sheet again:

"Nine years! Nine years ago, at the most critical moment of accumulating seniority and promotion, Slimani suddenly resigned from his post as a security officer and changed his career to become a defense attorney!"

"Resign? Why?"

Not far across the way, the sergeants of the Emerald Legion had been staring at the big man from the Star Lake Guards with vigilance - until they were stared back by the fierce Glover, refusing to budge.

"Because he's in trouble." Another voice came from behind.

Several people had a meal together.

"Lao Kong!"

Doyle, who was reading notes on Maotou, shuddered again. He couldn't bear it anymore: "You don't make any noise when you walk!"

"You are too focused on writing."

Guard Officer Conmuto raised his eyebrows, but then he was stunned:

"Hey, Master Kasuo is writing down business in the notebook, but what are you doing in the notebook..."

D.D swallowed. Fortunately, the host's words rang out again, covering them:

"Leven Jabari, a swordsman with handsome appearance and flexible posture, was once the main performer of an acrobatic performance troupe in Tyran State. Until an old knight discovered his talent in weapons, he switched to swinging swords and won championships. , he is out of control! Known as the 'Free Sword Dancer', he was light and agile in the battle before the top eight, strolling around with a graceful posture, walking between the critical victory and defeat, making everyone Ladies are crazy about it! Oh my god, if the election is to decide the winner, then we can call it quits now!”

In the middle of the field, a light knight with feathers on his helmet gracefully waved two thin swords and bowed to the surrounding stands, welcoming a large number of flowers and coins.

"Oh, it's this guy dressed like a peacock. He has a problem." D.D became more energetic when he saw this. He looked at his notes, "In at least two battles, his opponents were obviously very good, but they always failed. He made some flashy moves, and then lost to him unexpectedly, even in the last few moves, creating a situation where this guy persevered, fought to the end, and finally turned defeat into victory. "

"No wonder, I think the change in his odds is a bit...tsk, tsk, someone is probably going to lose miserably." Conmuto suddenly realized.

"It doesn't matter. My stepmother said that money is fluid," D.D raised his pen and laughed. "If someone loses, it means someone is definitely going to make a profit..."

"Guard Officer Konmuto, why did you say that Slimani resigned because something happened? What happened?"

Huaiya squeezed in front of them with a serious look on his face.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Conmuto adjusted his collar with a satisfied expression.

"In fact, it's not Slimani, but his old boss, and I guess he was also the backstage and protective umbrella - Jeff Rene, who is also dead. Rene was originally the director of the vigilance department, a slippery old man. , the kind who can’t find any fault in his work, who can’t be blamed on both sides of the law, even if the entire police department is taken into custody and all the superiors and subordinates squat in, he will be able to get away with nothing..."

Conmuto smiled mysteriously:

"It wasn't until ten years ago that Rene was removed from the position of Director of Security of the Canal Zone and demoted to a first-class security officer. Later, he was found out for corruption and bribery... Hehe, once he fell, then Slimani must have also If you can’t survive anymore, don’t you have to resign?”

Huaiya pondered and wondered:

"How did you know?"

When Conmuto heard this, his face fell. He took out his shriveled wallet and sighed in pain:

"I went to find an acquaintance at the local police station and borrowed a lot of money from him to place bets..."

D.D slapped his thigh, feeling regretful:

"Oh! Why would you lend him money if you have money?"

"Ten years ago?" A female voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone turned around.

"Mira!"

D.D subconsciously put away his notes and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw who it was:

"You scared me!"

But Miranda ignored it and asked: "Guardian Conmuto, you said that Rene lost his official position ten years ago?"

Conmuto nodded:

"To be precise, well, it's not exactly accurate. The rumor in the police department is that Rene was sacked by a political opponent..."

“‘Snowbeast’ Denver Boo!”

The host’s voice increased inappropriately:

"Look! This is a beast that you definitely don't want to see on your journey! Coming from outside the defense line of Quegur Glacier, to the north of the ancient "last line of defense for mankind", these ferocious and terrifying savage Northlanders drink blood from small animals and sleep in the open air! He He can eat food for eight people in one meal, and he can chop open a bastard two people tall with one axe! Roaring is his only language, madness is his only character, and cruelty is his greatest belief! We have to be careful, and the guests who bet on him will be happy!”

A dirty giant man appeared in the center of the arena. Under the light of the lights, he threw down his double-sided axe, beat his chest and roared, eliciting exclamations from the stands.

"Another braggart," Miranda couldn't help but chuckle. "Except for the orcs and the Glacier Watch trained by the Last Castle, no one can survive north of the Thirty-eight Watch - unless you take two of them with you. One hundred barrels of eternal oil and five hundred carts of firewood are burned every day to keep warm.”

Everyone was stunned, looking at the giant man with increasingly weird eyes.

"Also," Miranda shook her head, "the further north you go, the smaller the ax becomes, and the size of the weapon becomes more and more suitable for personal carrying. When you get to the Thirty-eight Outposts covered in ice and snow, where dripping water turns into ice..."

"That's it," D.D's eyes lit up and he reopened his notes, "I understand, thank you."

"This is called curiosity." A voice appeared behind D.D's shoulder.

"Damn it - little silly lion!"

Doyle turned around, put his hands on his hips and roared: "Didn't your father teach you not to approach people from behind?"

"No, because it's not necessary," Paul Bozdorf responded calmly, "In the Western Wilderness, people who don't even know someone is approaching from behind will basically not be able to survive."

D.D choked.

"So, ten years ago, Rene lost his job, and nine years ago, Slimani resigned," Paul turned to Waiya and the others, "right?"

Huaiya's eyes lit up:

"Master Bozdorf, have you noticed it too?"

Paul shook his head:

"Please, I'm not a young master. Moreover, I just found out some information about this morning's deceased, our old friend, Caquelet Special Security Officer: Guess, when did he become a prison guard? Was he promoted to the position of captain and became a security officer? "

Miranda's eyes moved:

"Ten years ago?"

"No, but it's almost the same. It was eleven years ago."

Glover moved his eyebrows:

"Eleven years ago, Caguire was transferred...how did you know?"

Paul stretched out his thumb and gestured backwards: "In one of the stands, there was a noble son whose ancestors were said to be from a branch of the Bozdov family, and whose family immigrated to the local area from Heroic Castle."

"Moving from the Western Wilderness to the South Bank?" Kongmuto asked, "How long does this branch have to be?"

"It's quite far, so far that I think he's just a liar who wants to take advantage of the election to sneak into the upper class circles and deceive big investors."

D.D's eyes lit up: "So?"

"So I listened patiently to him counting his 'own' family tree, pretending not to know that he got my grandfather's name wrong," Paul said nonchalantly, "Then we started chatting, and he wanted to pour out the local information he knew like beans. Give it to me, including the guard officer of Caguire who was a guard in the Emerald City Prison a long time ago. He cheated and deceived everyone, and all the liars and robbers who lived there hated him. "

Huaiya's eyes moved:

"But Caguire eleven years ago..."

But D.D waved his hand to interrupt him: "Hey, don't interrupt, let's get back to the topic. Where is the liar who pretended to be your family next time?"

Huaiya couldn't believe it: "The topic? Isn't it——"

"Oh, he drank too much after that, and drunkenly said that he had an inside story and knew who was the default champion, so he was going to place a bet to make a fortune. But when he touched it, he found that he had lost his wallet. He was filled with regret and looked at it with expectation. Ask me if I have any spare money." Paul's face was expressionless.

"Then what?" D.D looked at Paul expectantly.

"Then I sent him home."

Huaiya was surprised: "Go home?"

"Don't worry, he's still alive," Paul said calmly, "This is very common in Xihuang."

alive?

Everyone looked at each other, only D.D sighed in disappointment.

"So, Paul," D.D closed his notebook and said seriously, "do you still have any spare money?"

Paul frowned, but before he could reply, the host's voice sounded again:

"Tate Bischoff! The black-armored walking warrior from the Maple Point Coast has won many battles, but he has always been ridiculous: his opponent in the first battle had a problem at the joint of his shoulder armor, and his opponent in the second battle had a problem at his feet. In the third round, it was Bischoff's turn to fall down, but he accidentally broke his opponent's thigh! In the fourth round of the knockout round, the master who returned from the final tower retired, and Bischoff got a bye to advance, which was an upset! Entering the final eight! In view of this, the audience has given him the nickname: 'Sword of Destiny'!"

Following the introduction, the black-armored warrior took two steps forward and awkwardly raised his hands to wave. There were only a few people in the stands, but there was a lot of laughter.

"The opponent retired before the battle... Well, I'm afraid this guy has some problems, and he's here to balance the odds..." Conmuto shook his head repeatedly.

"Someone - a rich and powerful person - wanted him to enter the quarterfinals, so he bribed his opponents, including the one who dropped out." Paul said gloomily.

"Isn't this too obviously manipulative?" Huaiya frowned.

"Oh, no, no, no, you don't understand... the way things are here, it should be that only the one who quit the competition was not bribed," Doyle said with excitement, "So he was forced to 'retire', and he was out of the competition." It was only because of the accident that it became so obvious.”

"This Bischoff," Miranda suddenly said, "I've watched his fight, and the rhythm is not simple."

D.D pricked up his ears: "Rhythm? What do you mean?"

Miranda's eyes were clear: "He has a lot of success, and it's not just through comedy and good luck."

Everyone had a meal together.

Glover frowned: "Really?"

"You mean... the clumsy and funny look he had in so many previous scenes was just an act?"

D.D's face changed slightly. He looked around, feeling the atmosphere in the stands, and understood instantly:

"Oops, the plate is within the plate! The dealer takes it all!"

The next second, Doyle grabbed the betting slip and frantically altered it.

"Of course, dear viewers! Next is the biggest favorite in this election! The most terrifying existence among the top eight!" The voice sounded again in the arena.

A man covered in blood stepped out of the tent, drawing cheers from the crowd.

"Azaiyi Juyong Brother Bali!"

In the arena, the host simply stood on the stage and roared:

"As a barren mountain warrior from the Hamble Dynasty who came to attend the meeting, he was originally a brave man who was one to ten on the battlefield and had repeatedly made military exploits. He was a soldier in the enemy's formation and the choice for hundreds of battles! A spear in one hand was fierce and accurate, and an iron shield in the other The most powerful and strong, thousands of troops captured the enemy's chieftain, and the nightmare of the battlefield where mountains of corpses and seas of blood destroyed the enemy's camp was said to have been summoned by 'Tianhui Talal' of the Hamble Dynasty, and he was personally given the name of 'Ju Yong'. ! But Brother Ba Li refused the unimaginable reward because he didn't envy the high official and his salary. He just wanted to fight in the battlefield, challenge the strongest opponent, and expand the limits of life. In the previous battle, his opponents appeared! There were few casualties, blood flowed all over the ground, it was real and cruel, but Brother Bali was still deeply loved by the audience. This is the charm of 'Barren Mountain Rapids'!"

"No, there is still someone who can fight," Miranda was slightly surprised. "Look at his pace and body coordination. Damn it, this guy is a beast."

"I don't like the look in his eyes," Morgan stared at the equally ferocious Brother Bali, clenching his fists, "If I meet him on the street..."

"If he rushes into the stands and attacks His Highness..." Glover looked thoughtfully at the distance from the arena to the Duke's stand.

"Shoot him to death," Paul frowned. "There's no need to fight him at close range."

"Call more people," Kongmuto looked at the knotted muscles and intertwined scars on Brother Bali's body, "then there is no need to fight."

"Everyone, get back to the topic!"

Huaiya waved his fist and tried to draw everyone's attention away from the election: "Although nothing happened for several hours, don't forget, His Highness said that our situation is critical..."

D.D yawned loudly.

Paul spoke at the right time: "So, whether it is Slimani, Rene, or Kaguire, their life trajectories have all experienced a big change. Some were promoted and some were demoted, all just nine to eleven years ago..."

Huaiya was worried: "It's a pity that I can't find the resumes of the other two deceased people, the wine merchant Moss and the wool merchant Diop..."

"The same goes for Diop." Glover suddenly said, attracting everyone's attention.

Glover was not used to being stared at by everyone, so he coughed:

"He turned out to be just a tanner's apprentice. Even in the craftsman industry, he was at the bottom. Everyone wouldn't call him to go drink and celebrate during the Renaissance holiday..."

Everyone was stunned, staring at the zombies intently.

"It wasn't until ten years ago that Diop suddenly met a noble man and made a fortune. He opened his own processing factory, and then switched to the fur business. There was an endless stream of orders and customers... Why are you all looking at me?"

"Your Majesty Pioneer Officer, how did you know?" A few seconds later, Huaiya asked everyone's doubts.

Glover subconsciously turned his head to avoid everyone's eyes: "Oh, I just stayed on guard for three hours and nothing happened, so I thought about Huaiya's notes during the shift break, so I took the mute and went out to stall at the night market. After wandering around, I happened to meet a few members of the Blood Bottle Gang..."

"Nothing happened?" Morgan couldn't believe it.

"Thinking about notes?" D.D couldn't believe it.

"Take a break in shift?" Conmuto couldn't believe it.

"You and the mute?" Huaiya couldn't believe it.

"Street stall night market?" Paul couldn't believe it.

"Didn't you wander around in a circle?" Niexi, who was sent back to work after being punished, was also in disbelief.

"Be normal!"

Miranda criticized the others harshly, then turned around and said in disbelief: "Glover, you just said that we just met?"

Facing so many strange looks, Grover was embarrassed:

"Just, they told us this...wait, shouldn't the point be ten years ago..."

Fortunately, the host saved the zombies again:

"And please be patient, the bloody battle among the top eight will begin immediately after the team competition! Yes, the most chaotic, bloody, and unexpected multi-person team battle! As far as I know, in the final eight At least five people will participate in the team battle. Hehe, this is the ultimate test of physical strength, patience, wisdom, logistics and even popularity. Can anyone among them stand out and realize the miracle of the "Light-Tracing Sword"? How about winning the individual and team competitions at the same time, no matter how hard it is?"

Amidst the roar of the mountain and the tsunami, more players came to the field. Many of them were eliminated in the previous single duel. They quickly formed groups of twos and threes and formed their own teams.

"Here it comes! Let me hear more noise! ​​This is the most exciting team battle! The champion may fall, the weak may fight back, the mean can win, and recklessness will inevitably lead to mistakes! Are you ready!"

On this side, Miranda crossed her arms:

"Want to know something else?"

She waved to the guards to gather around her, and raised her voice amidst the roars of the audience:

"There is a bodyguard guild in the Emerald City, and many of the people in it are swordsmen who graduated from the Tower of the End..."

"I also came out of the Final Tower, how come I didn't know?" Nixi, who was standing guard at the side, quickly pricked up his ears when he heard the familiar words.

Everyone was dissatisfied with his interruption and turned their heads in displeasure.

"Have you graduated?" Glover snorted coldly.

Nixi's expression changed.

"Are you a seed?" Huaiya said helplessly.

Nexi's eyelids twitched.

"Are you the chief?" Conmuto sighed.

Nixi's mouth twitched.

"Are you the heir to the North?" Paul said calmly.

Nixi trembled all over!

"Are you our lovely Mira?" D.D said seriously.

Nexi was stunned for a moment.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Miranda retracted her elbow freely, letting Doyle bend over in pain while holding his abdomen.

On the other side, Niexi was not hurt, but she was also in a state of disbelief. She was swaying and squatting slumped in the corner.

"Anyway, the bodyguard guild also recommended a few people to participate in this election, and I talked with them..." Miranda continued.

"Tell me," D.D straightened up instantly, opened his notebook, picked up the pen, his eyes lit up, "Who should I bet on?"

Boom.

There was another muffled sound, and Glover punched Doyle until he groaned and had to retreat behind everyone.

"A few old friends told me," Miranda said loudly, "'Losanne II' has a mysterious origin and weird swordsmanship. At least when he was the killer of the Blood Bottle Gang, no one in the Emerald City knew his true identity, but he He had a decisive battle with the Black Street Brotherhood and ended up dying in the capital—guess, how many years ago?”

Everyone changed their colors.

"Could it be that……"

"Ten years ago?" A voice came from behind D.D.

"Damn it, you scared me again, you're walking silently -" D.D, who was studying the betting slip in his hand, jumped suddenly, then realized and smiled broadly, "Ah, it's the flag officer! My subordinates are waiting for you here. It’s been a long time…”

Hugo Fubi stood behind everyone with a gloomy expression, and everyone couldn't help but shuddered and looked solemn.

Everyone knows that when the terrifying blade is not around, the 'ghost' and the 'gardener' are the highest-level existences.

"To be precise, it was Eleven years ago, Flag Officer Fubi," Miranda continued. "Eleven years ago, many people saw with their own eyes that Lausanne II died at the hands of the Black Sword."

D.D's eyes changed: "Hey, but I heard from zombies and mutes - maybe only zombies - that the female boss confessed that Lausanne II was killed by someone else?"

Hugo shook his head.

Miranda pondered: "It's not important. The key to this news is..."

"Eleven years ago?" Huaiya frowned and grabbed D.D's pen.

Hugo snorted:

"I just listened to some of your discussions. In that case..."

I saw him take a deep breath:

"Dagory Moss, a wine merchant, was so heavily in debt that he lost all his underpants during the Bloody Years, but his business suddenly began to improve eleven years ago, and he even began to go out to do long-distance business, and he has been doing business well. The royal capital..."

Hugo glanced at everyone:

"Of course, we later learned that he was recruited by Emerald City at that time."

Miranda was surprised: "Eleven years ago again?"

Everyone fell into deep thought.

D.D leaned his head forward and whispered: "Your Excellency, Flag Officer, what's wrong with you..."

"How to hold the flag wing," Hugo refused all the way, "don't ask."

D.D showed a helpless expression and shrank back.

But when he shrunk halfway, his expression suddenly changed.

"Wait, you, you, you, and you..."

Doyle pointed at each of the others one by one, in disbelief:

"Could it be that in the past few hours, you have been working hard to find out information?"

"Of course, we are in a critical situation," Huaiya replied while thinking hard, "What else?"

D.D looked at Huaiya, who had a serious expression on his face, and the notes in his hand, and silently put away his notebook.

"That's the problem." Miranda narrowed her eyes.

"Moss, Diop, Slimani, Rene, Caguire, even Lausanne II..." Wyatt read out the names on the note.

"Eleven years ago or ten years ago," Glover whispered, "End Calendar 669 or 670."

"The eighth year after the Year of Blood, the fourth year after the end of the Desert War," Paul thought seriously, "and two years before the prince returned..."

"And the sixteenth year after I was born..." D.D nodded seriously.

"What happened in the Emerald City at that time?" Conmuto recounted.

"It must be a big deal to change so many people's lives and even lose their lives, right?" Miranda thought deeply.

Everyone was thinking hard, or at least pretending to be.

Miranda rolled her eyes and looked at Hugo:

"Your Excellency, Flag Officer? You are well-informed and have a special responsibility. You must know the answer to the mystery?"

Hugo was silent for a while.

"Yes, I know, or I guess," the flag officer sighed, "but this matter involves..."

Hugo looked around cautiously, but hesitated to speak.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later."

Miranda was anxious: "But Your Excellency, Flag Officer..."

But Hugo shook his head and decisively turned around and left.

"Don't think too much, just stand guard."

Looking at Hugo's leaving figure, everyone was stunned.

"He knows, but won't tell." Paul pondered.

"What is he worried about?" Huaiya asked doubtfully.

"I want to know too." Miranda pursed her lips.

"The big event that happened eleven years ago..."

While thinking about it, D.D slapped his thigh!

"Hey, this isn't simple yet—"

After saying that, under the surprised eyes of others, Doyle squatted down, poked his head under the railing, waved and called to a casino messenger who was running by under the stands:

"Hey! Zabi! Wait! Remember me?"

"Ah! Of course I remember it!"

The young messenger was no more than ten years old and had a big cloth bag hanging on his body. Hearing this, he stopped and looked up to see D.D. He immediately beamed:

"You are Mr. Wyatt from Stand No. 6!"

At that moment, there was silence around the railing.

Even D.D froze, his hand still in mid-air.

He swallowed his throat and clearly felt the air pressure around one of the people behind him drop sharply.

Everyone took a step back and tacitly agreed to leave a place in the middle for the real Attendant Wyatt Castle, who was holding a pen and paper, bowing his head deeply and trembling slightly.

But unfortunately...

"So, Mr. Wyatt, do you still want to place a bet?"

Zabi was very excited:

"One more shot? The team competition has been sealed, and it's too chaotic to play, but it's hard to say in the quarterfinals. Maybe we can win this time? Mr. Wyatt?"

D.D felt the cold temperature on the back of his head and slowly squeezed out a tragic smile:

"Hehe, yes, yes, then do it again..."

Under everyone's sympathetic eyes, "Mr. Wyatt from Stand No. 6" stiffly reached into his arms and took out the betting slip tremblingly.

"Okay, one bet on Bischoff!"

Zabi took the betting slip and coins and smiled happily:

"The distinguished guest from the sixth stand - Mr. Wyatt!"

The drums sounded, and the team competition was about to begin. Under the instigation of the host, the players who had already formed a team roared towards each other, or formed a gang to unite to the outside world, or silently retreated to protect themselves. Of course, some of them roared angrily. Plunging into the crowd, it wasn't long before someone was already bleeding.

The shouts from the stands around the arena were unprecedented and deafening. The fireworks in the night sky were speckled and colorful, making it a lively and prosperous scene.

But D.D shivered for a while and felt a dead silence behind him.

Cold and desolate.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, but Huaiya's expression was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see it.

D.D felt something was wrong and quickly changed the topic:

"Ahem, by the way, brother, let me ask one more thing: Did anything big happen in Emerald City eleven or twelve years ago?"

"Huh? Something big?"

Zabi, who was happily collecting bets, was suddenly stunned:

"Why do you ask? What is a big deal?"

Doyle curled his lips stiffly.

"Hehe, hehe, that's it, you, did you see the big brother behind me with a notebook and a serious look on his face, so we are playing a two-person quiz, and if we win, we will get money - in this way, when the time comes Give you some?"

Zabi was surprised at first, then waved his hand:

"Hey, no, no, you have taken care of so much of my business today, Mr. Wyatt..."

The air pressure behind him was lower.

"Ahem," D.D quickly interrupted him, "Um, Zabi, eleven years ago? A big deal?"

"A big thing... a big thing... Oh, yes! The Emerald City just held its 10th anniversary celebration last year, and our casino also held discounts for this. It's definitely a big thing..."

Hearing this, Miranda leaned against the railing with a profound expression: "Tenth anniversary? Commemorative celebration? What to commemorate?"

"Of course it's to commemorate eleven years ago," the young Zabi puffed up his chest and was filled with pride, "Lord Zhan En returned to the Emerald City, quelled the chaos, and officially succeeded him as the new generation - the Guardian Duke of the South Coast Territory!"

"There's nothing bigger than this!"

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

After the young messenger left, everyone looked at each other in shock. Even Huaiya temporarily forgot about the grudge just now.

"Eleven years ago, the Duke succeeded and put down the chaos. What does it mean?" Huaiya murmured.

He raised his head and looked at everyone, and suddenly found that some people had solemn expressions, while others were in disbelief.

"Why?"

Wyatt asked: "Why were these deceased all promoted or changed careers after the Duke of South Bank succeeded to the throne? And then eleven years later, they were murdered one after another?"

"Why does your Excellency, Flag Officer, know this clearly but keep it secret?"

No one answered.

Conmuto looked pale and looked around carefully.

Morgan shook his head in disdain and took a sip.

Paul frowned and said nothing.

Glover's face was still as stiff as death, but he clenched his fists.

Miranda looked up at the Duke's Stand, her expression even more ugly and her eyes sharp.

Only D.D, in order to make up for his mistake, slapped his thigh and answered happily.

"It's simple. According to your theory, it's really Huaiya," Doyle said more and more, feeling that the logic has never been so smooth. "Of course, there is something fishy about the Duke of South Bank's succession, and these deceased are all insiders. That’s why some were promoted and some changed careers, until they were liquidated and silenced——”

In the next second, Doyle figured out something. He trembled in shock and bit off all the words between his teeth.

Isn't it?

Duke succeeds, succeeds to the throne...

"What did you say? What's fishy?"

Huaiya breathed in a daze and asked tremblingly:

"Who, who is doing something fishy?"

With a bang, several stands burst into roars and cheers again.

The group battle in the arena has reached a fever pitch. People keep screaming and falling down, being dragged out by full-time rescuers. Others keep screaming and fighting.

"Come! Fight! Fight! Burn! Shine! Warriors! The setting sun is with you!"

The host yelled crazily:

"Fight till the death, shed your blood on the earth, and choose your general gloriously!"

But at that moment, Huaiya felt that the arena in front of him had changed:

It is no longer an arena for contestants and spectators, the arena and stands have become the most inconspicuous parts.

On the contrary, hundreds of Emerald Legion soldiers in well-organized formations filled every sentry post, guarding every exit, staring closely at every bleacher, and blocking every road around the Star Lake Guards.

There is something strange about the Duke's succession...

Wyatt swallowed.

"Everyone, don't get excited or make any noise. We don't know anything. Everything is business as usual." Miranda said solemnly.

But apparently no one dared to get "excited" anymore.

No one can get up "as usual".

The armor and shields of the surrounding soldiers were engraved with bright fleur-de-lis symbols. They were all murderous and fully armed, faintly guarding the most noble stand.

Up there, the man they were loyal to - the young and powerful Guardian Duke of the South Shore, Jann Kelvindir, sat calmly.

Inform... silence...

Wyatt's breathing quickened.

And the young man wearing the nine-pointed star costume was sitting next to Zhan En, his brows furrowed.

He seems to be thinking about something.

"Someone has to inform His Highness and bring him down..."

Huaiya spoke with difficulty:

"If the Duke's position is really unfair, once His Highness exposes it..."

"Shut your mouth, really Huaiya!" Konmuto scolded in a low voice, not even caring about his usual courtesy, "Don't look at His Highness either!"

Everyone shuddered and didn't dare to move again.

On this row of railings, everyone had their necks stiffened and stared at the group fighting in the field.

"Oh my god, why should I bother to ask," D.D was annoyed, "The flag officer didn't tell me, he didn't tell me, there must be a reason why he didn't tell me!"

"Then Thales Palace, does your Highness know?" Huaiya raised his head stiffly.

"Your Highness is smarter than us..." Miranda gritted her teeth.

Glover did not speak. He quietly looked sideways and observed the entrance and exit of the arena, but his mood became heavier as he looked.

"Wait, if Your Highness knows..." Paul suddenly spoke.

"That's even more dangerous."

Miranda shook her head: "Think about it, if Zhan knew that His Highness knew...even if it was just suspicion..."

Oops.

Everyone's heart sank again.

"I'm going to gather everyone - quietly."

"Don't! It will arouse suspicion."

"Everyone, I want to say something. Don't panic after hearing this..."

"What should we do?"

"I'll send the code..."

"Notify the flag officer first..."

"Everyone..."

"The flag officer must be taking action already!"

"Calm down and leave one by one..."

"Um, everyone?"

"What should I do, Your Highness?"

"He brought weapons, a warning, and his usual dagger..."

"What? Do you want him to raise his sword and fight out?"

"I went to take him down and told him that Terror Blade was critically ill..."

"Marios is in Kongming Palace! Do you have a better excuse?"

"Everyone!!!"

Someone shouted loudly, making everyone shocked!

Everyone turned around, only to find that the person who spoke was D.D.

"Something's wrong."

Doyle was seen sweating profusely and looking panicked. He raised his hands tremblingly.

Everyone looked at each other in surprise and fear.

"Doyle, calm down!" Miranda gritted her teeth.

"Don't panic, D.D., take a deep breath, I'm here," Glover said quickly, knowing that this might be a panic attack on the battlefield, "I'm watching your back."

"No!" But D.D interrupted him.

I saw Doyle pointing to the field and trembling:

"I saw that in the group melee, someone just used the 'Lock Formation' move. It's orthodox."

Miranda was startled: "What do you mean?"

"That's right, that's one of the ten moves of the Legion."

Everyone was startled.

It was not until several seconds later that Miranda looked at the chaotic fighting in the audience and slowly came back to her senses:

"Wha, what?"

"I know, I told myself many times that he was dead and there was no way to survive...But, there was always a voice telling me that it was not that easy for him...Oops, I swear, that was definitely a 'guard style' just now !" D.D's tone was somewhat distorted.

"D.D..." Glover said with difficulty.

"How is that possible?" Huaiya couldn't believe it.

"Yes, it's very unlikely, but I swear that technique, that skill - that's him."

D.D swallowed hard. He looked at the swords and swords in the arena with a pale face:

"Lausanne II, he is still alive."

"Just blend in with these people fighting."

"Now."