All day today, Mokedan had caused such a big commotion, but Bali didn't even ask. Of course, Grant wasn't naive enough to think that the Grand Superintendent didn't know about this. On the contrary, Bali's lack of intervention made Grant feel uneasy. Especially after the failure of the operation, Bali still didn't make a sound. Grant was extremely terrified, so he could only bite the bullet and beg for forgiveness. However, he had been kneeling on the ground for almost half an hour, and Bali still didn't say a word. The atmosphere in the office was so heavy that it was suffocating.
Just as Grant's psychological defense line was about to collapse, the sound of Bali scratching the table with his nails finally stopped. Then Grant heard the voice of the Grand Superintendent say, "Get up. How long do you want to kneel?"
Grant almost suspected that he had heard wrongly. Bali actually had no intention of blaming him. He tried to raise his head and saw a smile on the Grand Superintendent's face. Only then did Grant stand up in relief, but he still said, "My lord, I acted on my own this time and messed up. I'm willing to accept punishment. "
"No need." Bali patted the female adjutant's round butt and Angelika stood up, presenting her proud twin peaks to Grant's eyes. Grant swallowed his saliva, thinking that this woman was indeed of the highest quality. It was a pity that she was Bali's woman, so he could only watch. Then he felt a little strange. Suddenly, Grant shivered. At some point, Bali was no longer on his chair.
A hand landed heavily on Grant's shoulder, and waves of hot air blew behind his neck, as if a hungry wolf was breathing at him. Then he heard Bali say in his ear, "What kind of punishment is there for a dead man?"
Then Grant heard the sound of his neck breaking, and Bali broke his neck with the crook of his arm. When Bali released his hand, Grant fell to the ground softly, his head unnaturally drooping to one side. His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that he had died just like that.
Bali kicked the corpse and spat out a mouthful of saliva. "Trash, you've turned our imperial general into a joke. How is punishment enough? Even if I die, I won't be able to wash away this humiliation. "
Angelica strode to Ba Bian's side and said: "My Lord, do you want me to kill the Dark Lord?"
Bali put his arm around her waist. "No need. This game has just begun. There's no fun in ending it so quickly. Besides, there were people covering for them, so it would not be easy to find them now. Compared to that, you'd better get rid of this fatty, lest he spoils my mood. "
Angelica stuck out his tongue and licked Bali's face. "Yes, my lord," he said in a nasal voice.
Bali grabbed the woman's chest fiercely before letting her go.
After the earth-shattering roundup yesterday, Nick had been staying at his place waiting for news. He was waiting for news from Grant, but he only knew that Grant had gone to the warlord to ask for forgiveness. There was no further news after that. Because of this, Nick sent people out to gather information, but they did not find anything at all. To him, no news was the worst news. It meant that Gulant was most likely dead.
Thus, he packed his belongings overnight, and as soon as the sky brightened, he immediately ordered someone to prepare a car.
He wanted to leave Mokedan.
This was inevitable. After all, he was the one who had told Grant the news. In fact, the person he should have reported to was Bali, but it was just as he said. In the eyes of the Grand Superintendent, he was just an ant. Even if he provided such information, he would not be able to get a good look from Bali. Only by selling it to Grant could he earn a favor. If Grant had succeeded yesterday, then everything would have been fine. Now that he had failed, and even Grant's life and death were uncertain, he had to run away.
One had to know that not reporting the truth was a big or small crime.
It was still early, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the streets. Nick sat in the Land Wagon with some of his possessions. He only hoped that Bali wouldn't bother with a small fry like him, so that he would still have a chance to leave. As for where to go after leaving, Nick didn't care. Apart from the Great Wastelands, there were plenty of places to go in the empire. It was just that it would be quite a challenge for Nick to start all over again in an unfamiliar place.
To his surprise, Bali really didn't seem to have any intention of bothering with a small fry like him. Or perhaps Bali didn't know that he was the one who had provided the information to Grant. In short, Nick was not stopped at all when he saw Mokedan leading to the northern city gate. However, there were a few cargo trucks passing through the city at the north gate. Nick was delayed here for ten minutes before he finally drove out of Mokedan.
After leaving the city, he relaxed. No matter what, he had already avoided a calamity. As for the future, it would probably be much more difficult, but as long as he lived, there was still hope for him to make a comeback. Just as Nick began to plan for the future, a cry of alarm came from the driver's seat. Then Nick flew up, and the carriage kept spinning in his eyes. Only after he fell heavily did he realize that the Land Wagon had been knocked over by something!
Nick endured the pain all over his body and struggled to open the door and climb out. Sure enough, the Land Wagon was knocked off the road, and the body of the car rubbed against the ground, leaving a soul-stirring scar. At this time, the guards in the car came out one after another, and Nick felt a little more confident. Looking up, the few Land Wagons carrying goods were parked by the side of the road. One of them was facing them, and it was obvious that it was this Land Wagon that had knocked over the seat.
Nick screamed, "What's going on with you! Do you know who I am? "
"Of course I know. You're Mr. Nick." A woman jumped out of the car, holding an ordinary long saber in her hand, and walked towards them. "I also know that you gave Lord Grant an important piece of information yesterday. This news almost forced a few of my friends out of Mokedan, and in the end, you just want to leave today. That won't do, Mr. Nick. "
Nick's heart trembled as he turned to the guard and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Kill that …"
At the end of his sentence, Nick saw a shocking scene. Before the guards in his line of sight could react, the woman who was originally a hundred steps away suddenly appeared beside the guards. Then, cold lightning seemed to explode from the woman's hand. Following him, the guards all fell. Something warm sprinkled on his face. Nick casually wiped it away, and the thick smell of blood quietly melted in his nose.
In the last scene, he saw the smiling woman walking towards him and stabbing him in the abdomen with a scabbard. Nick bent naturally, then suffered a heavy blow to the back of his neck and fainted.
When Allen woke up, it was just dawn. He got out of bed, walked to the window, opened it, and saw a Land Wagon parked downstairs.
There was a knock on the door. Allen walked out of the bedroom and saw that Trisley had already opened the door. Outside the door stood Lu Qi with a smile on her face. She waved her hand and a man was thrown at Allen's feet. Then Lu Qi said with a smile, "Lord Allen, this is the guy who sent the message."
Allen squatted down and looked at the man who had woken up. "May I know your name?"
The smile on his face was extremely sincere.
Today's Desert Boat Shop also opened on time, and Morocco came to the shop at that time. The big businessman walked into the shop. For some reason, he stayed in front of the counters in the shop for an exceptionally long time today. Morocco stared at the empty counters, but it was as if he could see the goods processed from green crystals placed inside. It was so dazzling.
He sighed slightly and walked to the back.
His confidant, Yuga, personally brought him a drink. It was like wine, but it wasn't wine. It was a drink that Morocco had drunk after he had wandered to the Forgotten Realm. It was a little bitter, but it saved him, who was almost starving to death at that time. So even now, he was still drinking this drink, if he was warning himself not to forget those difficult days in the past. Today, he tasted it again. Morocco's mouth was filled with bitterness. He thought to himself that he had forgotten something in the end.
Yesterday, not to mention Morocco, even Mokedan and the other passers-by knew about Gulant's actions against Allen and the others, not to mention Morocco.
Gulant sealed off the entire 34th Street and dispatched imperial generals and the Shadow Army. Even the three top assassin guilds in Mokedan called him over, saying that he had done everything he could. But in the end, not only did the people from the wasteland break through the encirclement, they even charged all the way from 34th Street to 40th Street, crossing a full five blocks, causing half of Mokedan to be in chaos. In the end, he mysteriously disappeared, causing Gulant's operation to end in vain.
After that, Morocco learned that Gulant had gone to see Bali and had no news of him. This morning, he learned that Nick had left the city early. This outcome was beyond Morocco's expectations, and now he was considering whether he should leave for the time being. After all, the visitor from the wasteland had not been caught, and Morocco was worried that he would be in danger.
A knock on the door suddenly sounded while he was deep in thought, causing him to jump up and splash the unfinished drink all over his body. Just as Morocco was about to scold, he saw the door being pushed open and a familiar face entered his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have lost all his strength and sat back down.
Allen, who swaggered in, smiled and said to the merchant, "Good morning, Mr. Morocco. I hope you don't mind my sudden visit. I came a little presumptuously because I wanted to ask you for help with something. "
"What … what is it?" Morocco forced himself to remain calm.
Allen gestured and someone rolled in from outside the door. When the man got up, Morocco's pupils shrank and he exclaimed softly, "Nick, didn't you leave the city?"
Allen narrowed his eyes and picked up Nick, who was so stuffed that he could not speak, and whispered, "Mr. Morocco really cares about your friend. Mr. Nick left the city at dawn. You know that too?"
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