Chapter 1146 Farce
That's right.
Kieran's target is the 'god' behind the opponent.
This goal had already been determined since he came to Lincheng in advance and observed everything secretly.
Taking advantage of the time difference.
Use the fire crow's vision.
Kieran might not be able to take in the entire Lin City in detail, but he could still focus on certain places.
For example: Hayden O's assistant Fergus.
For example: Scodley whom the other party has seen.
For example: Nell who connects everything together.
It is undoubtedly very difficult to find the truth in a mess, but if you grasp one of the threads, then everything becomes simple.
And now?
What he needs is patience.
Of course, before that——
Snapped!
A hand knife.
The old shoemaker fainted and fell to the ground.
Kieran didn't kill the opponent, naturally because the opponent was still useful.
"You are a traitor who is unscrupulous... Now, I need to give you enough benefits - what is more exciting to you than 'gods'?"
"Isn't this what you all came for?"
Kieran said calmly.
…
Lincheng, inside the temple.
The dinner began.
At this welcome dinner, all the prominent people in Lincheng came.
No invitation required.
Facing the new gods, these big figures in Lin City knew what to do.
With the bruises on his face still lingering, Moulton put on festive formal attire and stood at the door of the temple, acting as one of the welcome guests.
He greeted every guest who arrived with a smile.
Although the bruises on his face made him look a little funny, no one dared to laugh at Moulton.
They had all heard of Hermaia's fate.
And none of them want to be the next Hermaea.
After welcoming another guest into the temple, Moulton quickly walked to another guest, Hayden O, and whispered.
"Sir, my guests are almost here."
Different from the surface humility and politeness when facing those guests, but in fact hidden arrogance, Moulton was humble in the true sense when facing Hayden.
Even, it can be said to be humble.
Because Moulton is very aware of the identity gap between himself and the other party.
Perhaps, he has now fallen under the command of the New God.
But after all, his status is quite different from that of Hayden Austria.
This is not determined by ability or time, it is destined from the beginning. To change this gap, he not only needs to show his ability, but also needs a trace of luck.
As for before that?
Tighten your tail is the truth.
Hayden O looked at the humble Moulton with a trace of disgust in his eyes.
The branch director of the funeral club knew very well what the other party was planning.
If possible, he wouldn't mind kicking the opponent away.
Unfortunately……
It's not his turn to make the decision here.
When he thought of the order from the person in charge, Hayden O couldn't help but take a deep breath and patiently said to the other party: "I still have two guests left here."
"Do you need my help?"
Moulton asked quickly.
"No need, just do your Majesty's bidding."
The disgust in Hayden Ao's eyes became clearer and clearer, and he shook his head and rejected the other party.
"OK."
Moulton didn't seem to see the disgust in the eyes of the funeral director's branch director at all. He was still polite. After finishing speaking, he did not forget to bow before leaving.
"A capricious guy who talks sweetly but hides his sword."
Hayden Ao whispered to himself.
"But you have to admit, guys like this are the best at it."
"Whether it's among ordinary people or among demons."
A sudden voice sounded from the side.
"Lord Lian?!"
Hayden Ao turned his head and looked at the witcher and hunter Dico who appeared beside him in surprise.
"You are finally here!"
"My Majesty, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"
The director of the funeral club branch said excitedly.
Of course he had reasons to be excited.
Due to the 'stubbornness' of the Crown Prince, the newly dispatched representative of the Funeral Society was kicked out of the temple and could only wait for the arrival of 'Lian'.
‘I made an agreement with Lian, so let Lian come and continue our cooperation. '
‘As for the others? '
‘Sorry, I don’t know him. '
Faced with the words of his Majesty, the funeral director had nothing to say.
Naturally, most people dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
But a small number of rigid and stubborn people very much agree with such words. They think that such words are really right.
"Is Mou okay?"
Lian asked with a wry smile.
As one of the witchers of the Funeral Society, he is very aware of the temper of his colleague. If he were not facing an imperial minister, he might have started a war by now.
In fact, the tempers of the remaining witchers are not very good, and Mou is already the one with the best temper, otherwise it would not be possible for him to be sent out to discuss subsequent cooperation with his Majesty.
Even he admits that he has character flaws.
"Master Mou is very calm."
"There is nothing to offend His Majesty."
Hayden O said truthfully.
Naturally, the funeral director branch automatically ignored the fact that Mou returned to his room and crushed a box of instant noodles.
"That's good."
Lian breathed a sigh of relief.
He was really worried about his colleagues getting into some trouble.
Lian, who had been in contact with Kieran, knew Qinran's character very well.
Seemingly indifferent, but extremely persistent.
It's okay for such a person not to get angry usually, but once he gets angry, there really is no room for him.
The witcher, who thought he understood Kieran, signaled his subordinates to go to the temple, and was preparing in his mind. He was thinking about what kind of conversation he would have and how he should respond.
However, what the witcher didn't expect was that he would be led directly into a side hall of the temple. When he saw Tanya playing with the lottery tube, the witcher's eyelids twitched.
He has a bad feeling.
"Hello, where is Your Majesty?"
The witcher suppressed the bad premonition and asked politely.
"2567 said let me entertain you."
"correct!"
"You have to call me Your Majesty!"
"2567 said that the temple is shared by him and me!"
Tanya said in a very serious tone.
However, the childish face and petite figure make such words unconvincing and even make people laugh.
The witcher did not laugh.
Because, he sensed Tanya's difference.
It was a kind of aura similar to that of my concubines, but much weaker.
How is this going?
The witcher was puzzled, but that didn't stop him from saluting respectfully again.
"Your Majesty!"
The witcher greeted.
"Uh-huh."
"Draw a lot randomly and let us see your fate... Oh, no, it's our future cooperation. What should we do?"
Tanya nodded repeatedly and said with a very happy look.
Well? !
The witcher raised his head and looked at Tanya in surprise.
The moment he met the other party, the witcher felt that the other party was unreliable, but he did not expect that the other party was unreliable to this extent.
"Can't you?"
"Drawing lots, I'm not used to it either!"
"Then shall we use a crystal ball?"
"I'm very skilled at this!"
The half-assed fortune teller proudly took out the crystal ball from under the coffee table.
As he touched the crystal ball, two dimples appeared involuntarily on the half-experienced diviner's face, and his whole body was full of eagerness to try.
"You're not kidding, are you?"
The witcher looked at Tanya blankly, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
"Do you think I'm kidding?"
Tanya puffed out her cheeks, looking angry.
"No no."
"what should I do?"
The witcher waved his hands repeatedly and glanced around, hoping to see Kieran's figure.
And the Tanya in front of me?
The witcher simply thought this was a farce.
However, even if it is a farce, it is also a farce of the gods.
He had to play with me.
"Think about something that matters to you and just put your hand on the crystal ball!"
Tanya ordered.
When she saw the witcher put his hand on the crystal ball as instructed, Tanya let out a long sigh of relief.
"It's not difficult!"
"I will definitely be able to do what 2567 tells me."