Before Mego took out the gold coin from his sleeve, Ren Xiaosu had never seen the currency of the Sorcerer Kingdom because he did not need it.
In some fairy tales, the word that the coin represented was fate.
It was not that the coin was special, but that people were used to using coins to decide their own fate.
For example, tossing a coin to decide whether to go left or right, tossing a coin to decide whether to eat supper, tossing a coin to decide whether to be a good person or a bad person, all in the blink of an eye.
When the coin was tossed, it would make a clear sound as it spun in the air, and when it fell back down, some fate had already been decided.
Ren Xiaosu held the gold coin and smiled without saying a word. It turned out that the people he was looking for were all on this coin.
What a coincidence, wasn't it?
He flicked the coin high with his thumb, and the golden coin shone brightly against the bonfire. The heads of Tudor and Norman alternated in the light.
When it reached its highest point, it began to slow down, then flipped over and fell down. The coin that represented fate returned to Ren Xiaosu's hand.
Mego asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
"Deciding my fate with a coin," Ren Xiaosu replied with a smile.
"Don't believe that," Mego said casually. "How can one's fate be decided with a coin?"
Ren Xiaosu spread out his palm, and the head of the Tudor family happened to be facing up. He smiled and said, "I don't flip a coin to see my fate."
Mego hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then …?"
Ren Xiaosu put the gold coin back in Mego's hand. "Using it to decide the fate of others."
As the bonfire swayed, Mego suddenly felt that, at that moment, Ren Xiaosu's temperament and tone had a domineering quality that he had never seen before.
In fact, the currency that Ren Xiaosu had seen before had all been engraved with people who had passed away. For example, the Kyung Clan's currency had been engraved with Qing Zhen's great-grandfather, and the Northwest's currency had been engraved with the fourth-generation commander of the Northwest Army. Very few people had engraved living people on them.
Therefore, Ren Xiaosu was a little surprised that the Sorcerer Nation would use the portrait of a living person as a coin.
But it didn't matter, he just had to turn these two people into dead people.
In terms of the fundamental goal of his westward expedition to the Warlock Nation, Ren Xiaosu was going to implement his Prosperous Northwest 3.0 plan.
So what was the Northwest 3.0 plan? Of course, on the one hand, it was to enhance the core competitiveness of the Greater Northwest, and on the other hand, to solve the hidden dangers in the Wizard Kingdom once and for all.
Ren Xiaosu once had a deep conversation with P5092. P5092 said there would be a war between the Northwest and the Wang Clan sooner or later.
Although the Wang Clan had now unified the Central Plains and completed a series of seemingly impossible feats, Wang Shengzhi's name would inevitably be recorded in history because of this matter.
However, Wang Shengzhi's dream would not stop because of this.
Therefore, if Ren Xiaosu and the others wanted to have a greater chance of winning the war in the Northwest in the future, they would have to first resolve the possibility of being attacked from both sides.
From the looks of it, the Sorcerer Nation had no intention of invading the Northwest in the near future. But there were no absolutes in this world. What if the Wang Clan sent an envoy to the Sorcerer Nation?
Based on the Wang Clan's past methods, this was very likely to happen.
There was even another possibility: The Wang Clan's envoy might already be in the Sorcerer Nation.
In that case, Ren Xiaosu would do his best to destroy the Sorcerer Nation's ability to participate in the war this time when he came to the Sorcerer Nation.
That night, the calmest P5092 said to Ren Xiaosu, "Ren Xiaosu, when you return to the Northwest, you're no longer that young refugee who can only go with the flow. Commander Zhang has already started handing over the fate of the Northwest to you. The millions of people in the Northwest are also looking forward to you. Perhaps those days where you only had to think about what to eat for breakfast every day were very happy and relaxing, or maybe it was very relaxing to set up a stall at the market with Miss Xiaojin, but that kind of fate no longer belongs to you. You're destined to be the next leader of the Northwest, so you should figure out your responsibilities first. "
The ever-calm P5092 said, "I'm not saying all this to teach you anything as a subordinate. It's just that I know very well that every vein and drop of blood in you is already prepared. Don't reject it, just accept it. "
As such, Ren Xiaosu went to Fortress 178 alone the next day to accept the expectations and responsibilities of everyone in the Northwest.
He had basically come to the Sorcerer Nation to start a massacre. Those great warlocks were not innocent either, as they still bore the blood debt of more than 200,000 martyrs from Fortress 178.
Of course, if there were any candidates here who could prosper in the Northwest, Ren Xiaosu would not miss out on them either.
Thinking of this, Ren Xiaosu smiled at Mego. "Do you know what prospering in the Northwest means?"
Mego was stunned. "Prospering in the Northwest? I've never heard of it. "
"It's fine, you'll find out soon enough."
…
In the middle of the night, someone suddenly lifted the curtain of the carriage where the little witch, An 'an, was in. A figure dressed in night clothes flashed out of the carriage and stealthily headed in the direction where the bandits had retreated.
When she arrived at the battlefield, she could only see a pile of slowly melting ice and flesh.
An 'an circled the battlefield and looked around. When she saw the secret spell formation next to the bounty hunter's corpse, she was bewildered.
Then she circled the battlefield again. When she found that there were no other abnormalities in the entire battlefield, she turned around and snuck back into the carriage.
The woman had been waiting for An 'an. When she saw An' an returning, she asked, "Did you discover anything?"
"Those bandits were probably sent here by someone. The mastermind was a bounty hunter from a large clan, and he silenced all the remaining bandits."
An 'an continued, "But the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. This bounty hunter was also killed by someone, and there were traces of blood summoning at the scene. That's rather strange. Bounty hunters are all marginal figures in the warlock clans, so why would they know the secret spell of blood summoning? This secret technique can only be used by a direct descendant of the family. "
The woman thought for a moment and said, "Bounty hunters are usually marginal figures in the warlock clans, but that's not always the case. Some bounty hunters are actually not outsiders, but rather illegitimate children. As you know, some great warlocks have hundreds of children, so it's normal for them to have illegitimate children. According to the rules of the warlock organizations, illegitimate children can't receive the legacy of the warlocks, so the only way is to abandon their blood relationship and become a bounty hunter for the clan. Of course, these illegitimate children are usually quite favored by the great warlocks. Otherwise, they wouldn't have specially taught them witchcraft. "
"There's such a thing? I'm afraid that a certain great warlock will be distressed," An 'an said gloatingly. "Besides, I suspect that this is a bounty hunter sent by the Dudor clan because the temperature at the scene is low and there's a lot of ice."
"The Dudor clan, huh?" The woman pondered. "Who do you think they're after?"
"Mego," An 'an said firmly, "On the night that Ren Xiaosu was hunting me down, he asked me if I was sent by the Dudor clan!"
"Then they have the same enemy as us." The woman laughed. "Maybe they can even bring us some other surprises."
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