Chapter 1147 Under Farce

The farce in the side hall of the temple continued.

Except Tanya was serious about it.

Lian was helpless.

But the people who were paying close attention to this place sneered in their hearts.

The man walked away cautiously, bypassed the hall where the banquet was held, walked away from the temple along the wall, and entered the car that had been prepared earlier.

The car drove all the way into the edge of Lincheng.

Compared with the prosperous city center, the edges of Lincheng, like the edges of other cities, are dilapidated, backward, and sparsely populated.

Therefore, if there is a tavern here, it is really something that makes people happy and vigilant.

Fortunately, it belongs to the locals around.

Be careful, you are an outsider.

Outsiders who came to Lincheng from other cities.

besides……

Outsiders coming here from the city center.

Although they both belong to Lin City, the people here do not regard the rich people in the city center as one of their own.

Therefore, after the car stopped, several people in front of the pub gathered with ill intentions, but immediately, these people retreated at a faster speed.

gun!

The weapons in the hands of motorists are full of deterrence.

"I want to see your boss Guisi."

As the driver spoke, he walked towards the tavern without any thought of waiting.

However, after entering the pub, the driver put away the gun.

Because, there is no need.

The many familiar faces in the pub made the driver smile involuntarily.

"I figured I'd be the first to get the news."

The driver said this as he glanced at acquaintances who were dressed in different costumes and had various occupations.

"You won't be the first to get the news, but you will be the first to bring us accurate news!"

"How is it inside the temple?"

Guisi, who was dressed in dark bartender clothes, poured a glass of wine for the visitor, handed it to him, and asked directly.

"The 'shoes' information is accurate."

"The new His Majesty was indeed seriously injured, so he had no choice but to use some farce to frustrate the funeral home."

"certainly!"

"Such prevarication is not unusual!"

The driver took the glass and took a sip.

"What's the meaning?"

Guisi asked on behalf of his master.

The driver did not speak clearly this time. He held the wine glass and remained silent.

"All right!"

"If your information is valuable, we will give you 10% more."

Guisi looked at the people around him and said in a compromised tone.

"One percent?"

"You, or do you think everyone really only cares about that 10%?"

"Faced with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, are you willing to give up?"

The driver smiled and asked the people present in a sarcastic tone.

"That's enough, Vicor!"

"I and everyone here can pretend that we didn't hear what you said before, but!"

"Stop talking!"

Guisi's face darkened, and he interrupted the driver's words with an unquestionable tone, and his eyes became as cold as knives.

Under such gaze, Vicor raised his hands high.

"joke!"

"this is only a joke!"

Vicor said.

"Um."

"We all thought it was a joke!"

"Now, we need to discuss His Majesty's plan!"

Guisi nodded, and his gloomy expression was replaced by a smile. The depressing atmosphere in the tavern was swept away, and the subsequent discussion went without any accidents.

About twenty minutes later, everyone in the tavern left.

Vicor was the first of the group to leave.

But when the last person left, Vicor came back again.

"Anything else?"

"Did I make it clear before?"

"Everything went according to plan."

Guixi raised an eyebrow and said.

"Some private matters, give me a glass of 'Bourbon', the kind without ice and lemon - bitter wine, it still tastes good."

"It has the taste of wine and fruit."

"It's just more painful."

As Vicor said, he took out a small denomination note and placed it on the bar.

"But you can't add sugar."

"Because you want a more mellow taste! Nothing can have the best of both worlds!"

"You can not have it both ways."

Guisi poured the wine into the glass and then started to put in fresh lemon slices, but during the whole process, Guisi did not take his eyes off the small denomination note.

There is a sentence written on it: There are two targets, one is seriously injured and the other is weak.

"It's all about human effort."

Vicor said with a pun.

"But it may eventually come to naught."

Guisi muttered under his breath.

“How can you tell if it’s the moon in the well or the gold in the water if you don’t try?”

Vicor looked at Guisi, whose expression became hesitant, and raised the corner of his mouth.

He knew that Guisi was tempted.

In fact, anyone who faces such an opportunity will be tempted.

If he was not alone, he would never invite the other party to share the results of the victory.

But when he thought of the witchers and temple guards, Vicor had to give in.

Fortunately, the goals are twofold.

One for each person, just right!

"Promise?"

Guisi asked tentatively.

"Promise!"

"Swear by our respective names, ancestors, bloodlines and future heirs."

Vicor nodded and said words that finally reassured Guisi.

No one will violate their own name and ancestors, and affect themselves and their own bloodline.

To do so is to deny oneself completely.

Once violated, even the gods will fall.

Guisi raised his palm.

Vicor raised his hand and struck.

The two of them wanted to high-five each other as an oath.

Snapped!

The two palms hit together heavily.

Then……

They fell on the table together.

The two stared blankly at the palms on the table.

Look at the neatly cut and smooth wrist with blood spurting out.

Watching the door of the tavern being pushed open again.

Watching the man walk in.

Watching the man sit down expressionlessly.

The bodies of the two began to tremble.

Both out of pain and out of fear.

The two of them never expected that this person... no, no, no, this person would appear in Lincheng.

"Mian, Mian your Majesty!"

Guisi stammered and opened his mouth.

"Spare your life!"

Vicor was much more straightforward, kneeling on one knee and begging for mercy.

But such a move did not change any results.

Except for the head, Vicor's body seemed to be cut by an invisible sharp blade, and it became dozens of pieces in the breath, and fell to the ground.

Looking at the dead Vicor, Guisi's face was ashen.

"You're different from him."

The god sitting there said slowly.

Immediately, a trace of blood appeared on Guixi's ashen face, but immediately, he was overwhelmed by the pain in his body.

Like Vicor, Guisi was divided into dozens of pieces.

Guixi's eyes widened until he died, as if he was dying.

"But the result of betrayal is the same."

Ignoring Guixi's unwilling expression, the god raised his hand and grabbed the blood-stained wine glass on the table.

However, one hand picked up the wine glass faster than him.

PS Cough, neck pain, back pain, foot pain...

Feilong felt that he needed a pot of braised pork to comfort him.