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The farce in the side hall of the temple was still going on.
Except for Tanya, who was being serious.
Ren, on the other hand, was dealing with it helplessly.
The person who paid close attention to the scene was laughing coldly in his heart.
The person carefully walked away, went around the banquet hall and left the temple along the wall before entering the car that was waiting for him.
The car sped all the way to the outskirts of Forest City.
Compared to the affluent city center, the outskirts of Forest City was similar to the outskirts of other cities: broken, backward and sparsely populated.
So, having a tavern in this place was something to be thankful for, and also something to be vigilant about.
Fortunately, it was the locals around the area.
Alarmed. It was the outsiders.
The outsiders who came to Forest City from other cities.
And …
The outsiders who came to the outskirts from the city center.
Even though they all belonged to Forest City, the people here wouldn't treat the wealthy people in the city center as one of their own.
Therefore, when the car stopped, the few people in front of the pub gathered over with malicious intentions. However, they quickly retreated back to where they came from.
A gun!
The weapon in the driver's hand was filled with deterrence.
"I want to see your boss, Quincy."
The driver said as he walked into the inn without the slightest intention of waiting.
However, before he entered the inn, the driver put away his gun.
It wasn't necessary anymore.
There were many familiar faces in the inn, it made the driver smile uncontrollably.
"I think I'll be the first to get the news."
The driver glanced over the familiar faces in different outfits and had all kinds of occupations.
"You won't be the first to receive the news, but you will be the first to bring us accurate information!"
"How's the situation inside the temple?"
Quincy, who was wearing a dark colored bartender outfit, poured a glass of wine for the driver and asked.
"Shoe's information is accurate," Kieran said.
The new His Majesty is really heavily injured, he had to use some farce to fool the Funeral Society. "
"Of course!
This kind of excuse isn't normal either! "
The driver took the glass and took a sip.
"What do you mean?"
Quincy asked on behalf of the owner.
The driver didn't answer right away this time, he held the glass in silence.
"Fine then.
"If your information is valuable, we will give you ten percent more."
Quincy looked at the people around him and said in a seemingly compromising manner.
"Ten percent?"
"Do you, or should I say, everyone really only cares about that 10%?"
"Are you willing to give up such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"
The driver laughed and asked the crowd in a sarcastic tone.
"Enough, Welkor!"
"Everyone here and I can pretend that we didn't hear what you said before, but!"
"Don't say anymore!"
Quincy's expression turned gloomy as he interrupted the driver's words with an unquestionable tone. His gaze became as piercingly cold as a knife.
Under such stares, Welkor raised his hands high.
"What a joke!"
"It's just a joke!"
Wikor said.
"Yes."
"We took it as a joke!"
"Now, we need to discuss His Majesty's plan!"
Quincy nodded, and the gloomy expression on his face was replaced by a smile. The oppressive atmosphere in the tavern was swept away, and nothing unexpected happened after that.
About twenty minutes later, the people in the tavern left one after another.
Welkor was the first to leave.
However, when the last person left, Welkor came back.
"Is there anything else?"
"Didn't I say it clearly before?"
"Everything is going according to plan."
Quincy raised a brow.
"I have some personal matters to attend to. Give me a glass of bourbon, the kind with lemon and no ice. Bitter wine tastes better this way."
"It has the taste of wine and also the taste of fruits."
"It's just more bitter."
Welkor took out a small note and placed it on the bar counter.
"But you can't add sugar."
"Because you want it to have a more mellow taste! No matter what, it's impossible to have the best of both worlds! "
"You can't have your cake and eat it too."
Quincy poured the wine into the glass before adding a slice of lemon. Throughout the process, Quincy's eyes didn't leave the small note.
There was a sentence written on it: "There are two targets, one heavily injured and the other weak."
"Where there is a will, there is a will."
Welkor's words had a double meaning.
"But in the end, it might turn into bubbles."
Quincy muttered softly.
"If I don't try, how would I know if it's the moon in the well or the gold in the water?"
Welkor curled his lips into a grin when he saw Quincy's hesitant face.
He knew Quincy was moved.
In fact, anyone would be moved by such a chance.
If he wasn't alone, he wouldn't have invited Quincy to share his spoils of war.
But once he thought about the Fiend Exorcist and the temple guards, Welkor had to give in.
Fortunately, there were two targets.
One for each of them, perfect!
"Promise?"
Quincy tried to test the waters.
"Promise!
"We swear by our names, ancestors, bloodlines, and future descendants."
Welkor nodded and uttered the words that made Quincy feel relieved.
No one would go against their own name, ancestors, or affect their own bloodline.
Doing so would be denying themselves.
Once violated, even a God would fall.
Quincy raised his palm.
Welkor struck his palm as well.
Both of them wanted to strike their palms as a vow.
Pak!
The two palms hit each other heavily.
Then …
Both palms landed on the table.
Both of them looked at their palms on the table blankly.
Blood gushed out from the clean cut on their wrists.
The door of the inn was pushed open by someone again.
He watched the man walk in.
The man sat down without any expression on his face.
Both of their bodies started to tremble.
It was because of the pain and fear.
Both of them never would have thought that this man … No no no, this Majesty would appear in Forest City.
"Your … Your Majesty!"
Quincy stuttered as he opened his mouth.
"Spare me!"
Welkor was a lot more straightforward, he knelt down on one knee and begged for mercy.
However, his actions didn't change the outcome.
Other than his head, Welkor's body was sliced into a dozen pieces within a breath's time as though it was sliced by an invisible sharp blade.
Quincy looked defeated when he saw Welkor's dead body.
"You are different from him."
The Godly Spirit who was sitting there said slowly.
Instantly, Quincy's defeated face showed a tinge of redness but right away, he was drowned by the pain on his body.
Similar to Welkor, Quincy was sliced into a dozen pieces.
Until his death, Quincy widened his eyes as though he died with everlasting regret.
"But the result of betrayal is the same."
The God ignored Quincy's everlasting expression and reached out to the bloody wine glass on the table.
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