"Master, the news about the Mel family has spread outside. I'm afraid we won't be able to hide it for long." Nicholas gritted his teeth and went to Dudian's room: "There are too many interests involved in the Mel family. Now that they have been massacred, most of the hatred will be transferred to the murderer. Last night I happened to rob the cultivation base. This matter will soon be noticed."
Dean flipped through the book and said slowly: "How fast is very fast?"
Nicotine calculated for a moment and said seriously, "Within two days, they will definitely find out that it was us."
"Two days is enough." Dean turned a page and indifferently said: "After two days, no one will continue to pay attention to this matter."
Nicotine was startled.
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Time flew by. In the blink of an eye it was time for the elders' meeting.
Shoot Wolf had already prepared a suit personally made by a master tailor. His stooped figure looked energetic. He combed his hair in front of the mirror and fastened his tie. Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked like an aristocrat, and he was very satisfied.
In order to make himself look more like an evil elder of the dark church, he tried to imitate some of the habits of the elders of the dark church such as extravagance, wealth, cold-bloodedness, brutality and temperament. He grasped these aspects perfectly. He was a natural pretender.
"Elder, you seem to be in a very good mood today!" Hawkeye came to the room and was ready to pick him up. He saw the smile on Shooting Wolf's face.
"I'll be in a good mood as long as I can smell the blood." Shooting Wolf smiled. He picked up his crutches and went straight out of the room. There was a trace of expectation in his eyes. He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. In the past few months he had been the elder of the ninth region. He had been thinking about this time every day. He had secretly informed the Pope about the location of the elders' meeting and the number of people present. All the information had been passed to the Pope.
He believed that the Pope would not miss this excellent opportunity. He would send the strongest force of the Holy Church to wipe out the evil believers in one fell swoop!
At that time he would be recorded in the history of the Holy Church. He would leave a glorious mark!
At his age, he no longer had much of a desire for material things, including power. It was difficult for him to be moved, but to be famous throughout the ages was what he looked forward to and desired the most.
What kind of luxurious enjoyment would it be to be remembered by people after death?
"When all the elders are caught in one fell swoop, only the mysterious Dark Speaker will be left. The Dark Church will collapse today. The Dark Church that has been opposing the Holy Church for more than two hundred years will collapse because of me …" Shooting Wolf thought to himself. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Soon, surrounded by Hawkeye and other councilors, Abel came to a luxurious carriage in the manor and sat down. On both sides of the carriage were dark knights and two dark head knight captains. They would personally escort Abel to the meeting.
"Let's go." Shooting Wolf instructed after they got into the carriage.
Eagle Eye saw that he was about to leave and said, "Elder, are you not going to wait for that person?"
Shoot Wolf knew who 'that person' was. He couldn't help but recall the powerful strength from the previous fight. He squinted his eyes and said, "No need. Didn't he already know the location of the Elder's Meeting? Maybe they went there directly. Let's go first and meet up with them when we get there."
Eagle Eye wanted to say something but eventually held back.
The team set off once again. The dark knights outside the carriage had a cold aura. No one dared to approach.
Philan town.
This was the territory of the Philan family. A hundred years ago, there was a female general called Philan. She repeatedly made great achievements in the battle against the barbarians. She killed countless barbarians and saved tens of thousands of civilians. Because of her illustrious achievements, she was awarded this town.
Now, the female general had long passed away. Her descendants followed the example of their ancestors and joined the army. There were many outstanding generals in the family which made the Philan family a big family comparable to the Mel family. However, the Philan family wasn't an aristocrat so they weren't recruited by consortiums. They were only loyal to the military. Anyone who mentioned the Philan family in the military was afraid of them.
Shooting Wolf's carriage slowly entered Philan town. This town was respected by countless civilians. It was the gathering point of the elders' meeting. There was no other reason but because it was the safest place.
Shooting Wolf lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the scenery on the side of the road. His eyes slightly narrowed as he revealed a bit of coldness: "A good hero doesn't want to join the dark church and become the dog of the dark speaker. Humph, His Highness the Pope should contact the military and take this opportunity to uproot the Philan family. There should be people in the military who are jealous of this general family …"
The carriage slowly came to a high mountain behind the town. There was a castle far away from the hustle and bustle of the town. The bluegrass flag of the Philan family was inserted on all four sides. Teams of knights were patrolling outside the castle. The path leading to the castle was filled with the fragrance of flowers and grass. The grass was trimmed. Occasionally, hares could be seen running on the grass. Children were playing on the grass.
Shooting Wolf lifted the curtain and saw the children playing on the grass. He noticed that they were wearing clothes embroidered with bluegrass patterns. They were the children of the Philan family.
"Poor children …" There was a trace of pity in Shooting Wolf's eyes as he looked at the innocent smiling faces of the children. These children hadn't done anything bad yet. They probably didn't know what kind of disaster they would be involved in.
Soon, the carriage arrived in front of the castle of the Philan family.
The carriage was stopped. Shooting Wolf took out the invitation card from his pocket and handed it to a dark knight outside the window.
After reading the invitation card, the guard glanced at the knights on both sides of the carriage and said: "The family has ordered that each invitation card can only bring ten people."
Shooting Wolf frowned. He thought for a moment and immediately called a dark knight: "You pick a few good knights and the rest stay outside the castle. Don't go too far."
"Yes." Tumaco nodded and turned around to pick a few dark knights.
"Please." The guard opened the heavy gate of the castle and made an inviting gesture.
Shooting Wolf saw that even a little guard had such a temperament. He secretly respected the Philan family, but at the same time, he felt a little regretful. They could have been heroes, but they had to fall into the darkness.
After entering the castle, Shooting Wolf said to Tumaco who was outside the window: "You stay here. If that person comes, you stay here and wait for him."
Tumaco was a little startled, but he quickly responded: "it's the previous …"
"Shh!" Shooting Wolf made a gesture and slightly glared at him: "it's fine as long as you know. Why did you say it out loud?"
Tumark knew that he'd made a slip of the tongue, and he scratched his head. He quickly thought of something and said, "Elder, they don't have an invitation, so it's useless for me to welcome them here. We've already brought in 10 people, and the guards will probably not let them in. This …"
Shooting Wolf saw how simple Tumaco was and couldn't help but shake his head: "it's their problem. We've done our duty anyway."
Tumaco finally reacted and said with a bitter smile: "I know."
Tumaco stopped his horse by the door and watched the carriage enter the castle. He got off the horse and squatted by the fountain in the square to wait. After a while, he heard the sound of a carriage coming from outside. He immediately stood on his tiptoes and saw a noble carriage being escorted by two groups of knights. He saw the flag on the carriage and his face slightly changed. He didn't expect to meet his old enemy so soon.
Soon, the carriage showed its invitation and was let in by the guards.
A middle-aged guard next to the carriage saw Tumaco. He immediately raised his eyebrows and ridiculed: "Isn't this Tumaco? What's wrong? Abandoned by the 9th region? You came here to be a watchdog?"
Tumaco's face was gloomy. He coldly said: "You're still the same. A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!"
"Really? Then why don't you spit it out for me?" The middle-aged man teased.
Tumaco was speechless. He coldly snorted: "If your knife was as good as your mouth, you wouldn't have been chased by me last time!"
The middle-aged man's face slightly changed. He sneered: "It's obvious that you're being chased by me, but you still dare to make a false accusation. You think you can chase me with your little ability?"
Tumaco was startled. He didn't expect that the middle-aged man not only denied it, but also said that he was making a false accusation. It seemed that the middle-aged man was telling the truth. He clenched his fist in anger: "Who's being chased? Get off the horse and you'll know. Your companions are watching. If you have the guts, come down and fight with me!"
A trace of gloominess flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. When he was about to speak again, a hoarse voice came from the carriage: "Don't cause trouble. Let's go in first."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man lifted the reins and coldly said to Tumaco: "You're lucky today. You won't be so lucky next time." With that said, he shook the reins and rode away.
Tumark never expected that this person would actually be so shameless, inverting right and wrong, and even speaking as if he was serious. He was so infuriated that he wished for nothing more than to drag him off his horse and have a fight with him. But when he thought about how this was the gathering place of the elders after all, and if he broke the rules rashly, he would inevitably be punished severely, so he gritted his teeth and endured it.
A moment later, the sound of the carriage came from outside again. Tumaco stood up and looked. He couldn't help but shiver when he saw that it was the third district's elder.
Very soon, the third district's carriage passed the security check and entered the castle.
The dark knights on both sides of the carriage noticed Tumaco who was beside the fountain in the square. They only glanced at him coldly and didn't say anything. They directly passed by the square.
Tumaco silently watched them leave. He secretly heaved a sigh of relief and continued to wait.
After the third district elder arrived, the other district elders arrived one after another. In the blink of an eye, the sun was already shining on the square. Tumark took out his expensive mechanical pocket watch and glanced at it. It was ten minutes to nine, and the meeting was about to begin.
"Are they not coming?" Tumaco was puzzled as he looked at the door.
There was no flag on the carriage. There were four attendants in front of the carriage. They weren't wearing knight's armor but strange hunter's armor.
"They're coming." His eyes lit up.
The guard immediately stopped the carriage: "This is the territory of the Philan family. Idlers are not allowed to enter!"
Dean slowly lifted the curtain and looked at the guard: "How do you know that I'm idlers if you didn't ask me for an invitation?"
The middle-aged guard was startled. He remembered that all twelve guests on the list had arrived. How come there were thirteen? Suspicious, he said to Dean: "Since you are the guest of my master, please show me the invitation."
Dean nodded and looked at Sergei who was in front of the carriage: "Show him."
Sergei grinned: "Alright." He jumped off the horse and came in front of the middle-aged guard.
The middle-aged guard looked at him strangely. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a black shadow rushing towards him. He was startled, and just as he was about to raise his hand to block, the black shadow had already hit his face. Suddenly, he felt an indescribable pain, and his body retreated several steps, rolling a few times.
Sergei shook his hand and grinned: "This is an invitation. Does it look good?"
"It's as beautiful as a flower." Glenn jumped down from the other horse. Her figure flickered as she quickly swept towards the other alerted guards. A dagger quietly appeared between her fingers. Her fingertips flashed with a silver light as the guards surrounding her fell down one after another. Blood gushed out of their necks.
The battle in front of them seemed to have nothing to do with Dean. He slowly lifted the curtain and got off the carriage. He reached out to hold Aisha's hand as he escorted her down the stairs step by step. All the guards at the gate had fallen to the ground. Sergei, Gwyneth and Neuss stepped over the corpses and blood as they pushed the gate open.
"Gabriel, keep up." Dean called out to Gabriel who was acting as the coachman.
Gabriel's face turned pale as he saw the corpses of the guards fall to the ground. He had never seen so much blood. The scene of Glenn's group of four slaughtering reminded him of the scene of butchers killing pigs in the village. The only difference was that the butchers were always accompanied by the squeals of pigs.
Dean tightened the robe that was draped over his shoulders as he led Aisha through the clean ground. He saw a familiar face as he entered the gate: "Did they go in?"
Tummarco's face was pale as he looked at Dean. He thought that Dean would be blocked by the guards and retreat. He didn't expect that Dean would use such a crazy way to break in. It must be known that this was the Philan family's territory!
"Yes, they went in." Tummarco came back to his senses and quickly replied, "They have all gone in and are waiting for you inside."
Dean nodded slightly and led Aisha into the hall.
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