Perhaps most of the nobles were idlers, but Abadan was a city governed by the military. Apart from government affairs, there were also military affairs that needed to be dealt with every day. Therefore, the nobles who held official positions in the city, especially those who were soldiers, were quite disciplined and arrived at their offices at the same time.
When the nobles met, they found a similar situation. Their expressions did not look good.
Normally, they would have teased the nobles about whether they had spent the whole night in their mistress's bed. But this time, no one had the energy to say such nonsense.
However, the fact that they were being targeted was not something that was worth announcing. It was not even certain whether it was done by their political enemies. No one dared to say anything.
What they should do now was to investigate all possibilities and find out who the enemy was hiding in the dark.
Although the curse words used to warn people were written about the Airship Sid, it was still a warning to them. Few people believed that the goblins or barbarians related to Sid could do such a thing. It was most likely an excuse used by their political enemies to mislead people. The reason they brought this up was probably to attract people's attention with the horrifying weapon that had gone missing.
Even so, the nobles still found a mage they were familiar with to carefully examine the words of the curse. The biggest difference between curses and ordinary magic was that the strength of a curse depended on the will of the person who cast it. Ordinary magic was only used to strengthen the effectiveness of curses. Ordinary people with deep hatred could also burst out with curses that even archmages would find difficult to deal with. That was why there were so many "strange items" with difficult curses in the mysterious land.
Fortunately, the curse left behind by an unknown person in the middle of the night did not have any power. It was about the same level as cursing.
Apart from those gathered for government affairs, the aristocratic banquet that was originally scheduled for today was held as scheduled. Everyone who received the invitation also attended as usual. However, the atmosphere at the banquet was different from usual. The atmosphere was oppressive from top to bottom.
From the waiters shuttling through the crowd to the host of the banquet, who was supposed to be the center of attention, everyone looked at the people around them with sharp or fearful gazes.
The nobles were sitting on pins and needles, and their subordinates were not relaxed either. A group of people investigated openly and secretly, causing chaos in Abadan City. They even wanted to find the Thieves Guild to get information. Unfortunately, those capable people had disappeared, and the remaining underlings were busy fighting for territory. They were not useful at all.
Just like that, everyone spent the first day like headless flies. Before he went to sleep, he increased the number of guards. There were even some who were afraid of death and asked their subordinates to stand in a circle around the bed. He just hoped that he could have a good night's sleep tonight.
But how could such an extravagant hope be easily realized?
It was the same ear-piercing sound as yesterday, the same warning words, and even the situation seemed to be escalating. Lin, Fen, and Cassette Cutting had come up with a simpler and more threatening method after the first day's experience. For example, he had made a hand model in advance, added a bucket of red ink, and then randomly printed it in someone else's room.
As for those who had set up a human wall around the bed, they directly asked the Lich to break the other party's method with brute force.
The method was very simple. First, he would hide his appearance, flash over, and be imprisoned forever. Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he would pull out all the guards' weapons and use them to nail the cursed words to the wall. Those who were imprisoned were punished to stand like this until dawn, until they were kicked and scolded by the mad nobles hysterically. Only then could they regain their mobility from their stiff state.
The second day's chaos was even worse than the first day's chaos. Even though they were prepared, they still could not stop the assassin's greeting. What if the assassin did not just nail the paper the next day and directly took their lives? How could the nobles accept such a silent threat?
Almost all the people that could be sent out to investigate were sent out. The nobles no longer had the energy to pretend as if nothing had happened. Almost everyone chose to stay in their rooms. Even the banquets that had been scheduled were canceled. The upper class of Abadan City seemed to have stopped working. It affected the entire city, and the atmosphere was tense as if a storm was coming.
Since the higher-ups had given a strict order, it was inevitable that the subordinates would carelessly reveal their tracks. When the others found out that someone was investigating a similar matter, of course, they would carefully contact the person.
When they met, they realized that they were all old acquaintances. When they asked again, everyone felt that something was wrong. It seemed that in Abadan City, regardless of whether the nobles were big or small, had all received the same threat.
The biggest reason that the nobles could rely on their advantage in numbers was that they knew that their opponents would not be able to easily deal with so many enemies, so they could only choose to retreat or surrender. However, if they did not have the advantage in numbers and were under such a threat, they would have to inform their masters and deal with it seriously.
In the beginning, everyone treated such a threat as a very bad joke. The nobles wanted to find the culprit and give him unimaginable punishment. Even if they could not do it themselves, there would be more powerful nobles in Abadan City who could.
However, when everyone became a target at the same time and their lives were truly under threat, the nature of the matter was completely different. This meant that the person hiding in the dark could take care of all the important people in Abadan City in one go.
If he was safe, he would say something to make others feel that he was on the same side as them. The ideal situation would be for them to take advantage of other people's losses. However, when they were in danger, no one could maintain the same calmness.
Even General Jawed Poole, the highest authority in Abadan City, was the same. Having the power to command the 10th Legion did not give him any sense of security.
Under the layers of vigilance, all the nobles gathered in the mayor's mansion to discuss the current situation. Even though it was late, no one wanted to go back. Even if they did, no one would be able to sleep. When everyone gathered the cursed papers and looked at them, they realized that they were all talking about the same thing. They couldn't help but wonder if this was the reason why they had angered that person.
"The Sid," someone sighed, causing the nobles to look at Viscount Niya, who was sitting at the end of the table.
It wasn't as if everyone didn't know the origin of this matter. It was because his second son had caused trouble for a group of barbarians and had been ruthlessly tricked. However, the ability that the sword had displayed was too disgusting, and it had disappeared without a trace. That was why everyone agreed to force the original owner to come forward.
Whether or not the sword was in the hands of the other party, they had to first determine the source of the disgusting ability and then find a way to prevent or avoid it. The ideal situation was to have the weapon in their own hands.
As for the rumor that the sword was Cassette Cutting, a legendary weapon, all the nobles automatically ignored this fact. Although Cassette Cutting was rare, every empire had one or two. Nobles who knew the nature of Cassette Cutting were not willing to own such a legendary weapon. However, they had never heard of Cassette Cutting being able to speak. It had to be some kind of magic effect that no one knew about. That was why they had to find the original owner and figure it out.
However, no one knew where the barbarians had gone. The only clue was the goblin who had once been active in Abadan City, the owner of the airship, Totokani. According to the manager of the airport, the goblin did not fly his original airship, the Hindenburg. Instead, he came with another airship, the Sid, which had a very strange shape but was abnormally slow.
If they wanted to find this group of barbarians, they could only start with the airship. There were only a few ways to do it. They could restrict the barbarians from leaving the ground, prohibit them from trading and supplying, and detain the ship. However, they had to find a convincing reason to detain the ship. It was not something that could be done recklessly.
Nobles. Those who only knew how to act recklessly were all hotheads who liked to cause trouble. Anyone with a bit of ability would first make a fig leaf for themselves to hide their true intentions. If they had a few more days to arrange things, they could also find a reason to detain the ship. However, before that, they had to cut off the barbarians' supply and maintenance so that they could not leave.
In fact, the managers of Abadan City had not said anything about the above. They had just acquiesced to such behavior. Naturally, there would be others who would carry out the execution.
Unexpectedly, they had just nodded in silence and caused a big problem for themselves. It would be a lie to say that General Jarvid Poole had no resentment. His subordinates were incompetent and had gotten out of hand, yet he still had to deal with the aftermath. Was there any officer in the empire who was more annoying than him?
General Javid Poole ignored all the insults directed at Viscount Niya and said, "Viscount Niya, Viscount Niya! He knocked on the table in passing, stopping others from continuing to speak. "… In short, this was caused by your son. Find a way to settle it. You will only be given two days. Two days, do you hear me? If you can't take care of the people who caused all this, then I will take care of you! Understood! "
The general faintly shifted his gaze to the other side, where the sergeants were sitting and standing. Among them, the one sitting at the end of the first row was Baili Nia, the viscount's eldest son, a young man whom he was very optimistic about.
But because of his younger brother, Akar Niya, Baili Niya not only sent the Empire's warriors to their deaths, but also another knight that he admired, Farzad, who had the potential to become a Transcendent.
Therefore, today's ultimatum was not only for his father, but also for this young man with a promising future. He must make some achievements to give himself a reason to regain his confidence in him.
But at this time, a timid aristocrat asked weakly: "Give them two days? Then, sir, what are we going to do tonight? "
Jarvid Poole felt a headache when he was asked such a question. No one could guarantee that the other party wouldn't come tonight; or that he could find a way to defend in time and get a good night's sleep. If all this hadn't been resolved, then he would have to endure the other party's' warm 'greetings for another night. What if the other party had a screw loose and didn't want to spend another night? So what if he killed the person who was asleep?
Thinking of this, Jarvid Poole shuddered and said directly: "Tonight, I will go to the barracks for an inspection. The first brigade is to make preparations, understood. "
"Yes, sir."
The aristocrats all wailed and begged to follow. As if that smelly and dirty place was heaven in reality.
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