Chapter 218 68. Open and fair,
Darkus took Drusala to meet the twin siblings Cradin in the conference hall of Night Governor Castle. Putting the powerful information provided by the ministry on the table, he looked at the twins with some impoliteness, first at Cradin and then at Yilanya.
Twins are too rare, especially for Druchi. You must know that Druchi society does not have a potion that will lead to octuplets after drinking it.
After looking at it for a while, Darkus picked up the gift list that Cradin brought and read it.
The Kradin brother and sister sat there in a reserved manner, lowering their heads and not daring to look directly into the eyes of Darkus and Drusala. One was the difference in status, and the other was the terrifying oppression emanating from their bodies, which was much worse than wearing armor. , Draka Yedu, whose waist is tied with the hair of his head, is even stronger, and their father is even more incomparable.
"It seems that my investment in you at that time has now received rich returns." Darkus looked at it for a few times and then put the gift list on the table and said. Without waiting for Cradin to reply, he continued, "Your family Funded you?"
"Dear Lord Archon, yes, my previous adventure failed."
"Can you please elaborate on it?" Darkus was particularly impressed by Cradin, the unlucky guy. He was in the trial He didn't hit Herpans when he was there, but Cradin and Walter did. As for what happened. He always felt that this might be related to his killing of several kingdom knights and an exploration knight at that time. This incident must have caused a shock in Leonis. You must know that this is a powerful person who has died, and there are more than one. Leading to an increase in the frequency of patrols.
In other words, Darkus' behavior caused the tragedy of these two unlucky people. Maybe there were more unlucky people in between, but he didn't know it.
Kradin recounted his adventures in the Lustria continent in detail.
Darkus listened patiently, watching the twin siblings compare each other from time to time. After leaving Malekith's Black Tower, he didn't want to write any paper documents, which made him very bored now.
"Where did you land from?"
"My lord, a saltwater swamp full of sunken ships. According to the sorceress accompanying the ship, it was tainted by magic and filled with zombies and carnivorous plants."
Darkus nodded, He roughly guessed where it was, it should be the Blood Swamp on the Vampire Coast.
"Mist? You went deep into the inland and suddenly entered a boundless fog, right?"
"Sir?" Cradin said with a shocked expression. He was shocked how Darkus knew, and he hadn't talked about this yet. place.
"Then, your adventure team began to lose numbers, and the people kept disappearing into the mist, or were attacked by sudden darts, javelins, and blowpipes?" Darkus sighed and said like a prophet. He knew where Cradin had gone, and he could guarantee that Cradin's misfortune had nothing to do with him this time, because he had never been to this place.
"Sir? You...how do you know?"
"I just know. I know more than you can imagine. For example, if you have lost something important in the fog, I can even help you. Get it back." Darkus said seriously while joking. He knew that the unlucky guy Cradin must have gotten into the fog outside the city of fog, Slanwupek. If he could escape, he would already be the goddess of the fog. Ladlily blessed.
Ilanya and Drusala looked at Dacus with some surprise. They all knew the mystery and unknown of the vast jungle in the Lustria continent, but what surprised them was that Dacus was actually like this. learn.
"Sir, thank you, no."
"You chose this time to come here. I think it is not only to repay my investment, but also for other things?"
"Sir, I want to serve you." Cradin opened his hands and said He stood up slowly from the chair, then knelt on the ground and said.
"Well, you seemed to have said that at the time, but I remember it seemed like it was a choice between two options. Since you have already satisfied one of the requirements, why do you still want to serve me?" "
Sir, I... I originally planned to give it a try. If the adventure succeeds, I can repay your investment in me. If it fails, I will serve you for another hundred years, but I didn't expect it now..." Cradin lay on the ground and stammered, feeling more and more worried as he spoke. The more he panics, the more he panics and the more he stutters. He was not good at words to begin with, and he thought that the Witch King's Hand would not be satisfied with this answer.
Yilanya's heart skipped a beat when she heard her twin brother say this. She knew she was going to suffer. Sure enough, Drusala, who was sitting opposite, frowned slightly.
"It doesn't matter, get up. I'm very considerate, just like I was when we first met. Do you still remember what Lechi was before you? The one of Hal Gancy?" Darkwu Si nodded. He understood what Cradin was thinking. If he were him, he would do the same. After all, Druchi's lifespan is quite long, unlike those short-lived ghosts of humans (plague terriers), which have a lot of time. Besides, that He didn't get rich at that time either.
"Sir, I have an impression. I remember his name was Lechi Golade, but it is said that he died that year, at midnight."
"It's a pity. May Kane bless him. Then why did you look for Kai at that time?" Assassin, assassinate me?"
Upon hearing Darkus's words, Cradin's buttocks that had just sat down seemed to have been electrocuted, and he was directly strung up. His face was full of fear and surprise, his lips were trembling, and his knees He fell to his knees and fell to the ground.
It’s no wonder that Kradin was like this. This was an extremely serious accusation, the same as Isvar’s in the morning. In the morning, he watched with his own eyes the newly promoted Valahar being chopped into pieces in less than a few minutes. Meat Sauce has achieved an unprecedented record that will never be followed again.
Yilanya and Drusala also stood up from their chairs. Yilanya also had a look of fear on her face. She felt that she and her brother would not be able to walk out of this house, and the family would even suffer a disaster. , disappeared into the dust of history.
Drusala held the black willow staff tightly, ready to wait for Darkus' order to activate the black magic at any time.
"Sir, it's really not me! It's too late for me to thank you. How could you do this because of this wealth? Sir, it was you who gave me a helping hand when I was in the most difficult time. I am grateful to you..."
"Sir , My brother will never do such a thing, he is just a warrior." Yilanya also knelt on the ground and said. "Okay." Darkus and Drusala looked at each other and said. He was attacked by a headless Kane assassin when he was sixteen at the Twilight Tide. Fortunately, he fought back in the end, or He had to give it up at that time. He had always been worried about this matter. He always believed that it should be the instigation of the few powerful people he met at that port.
motivation? Need motivation? Seeing that you are displeased, wanting to default on the debt, or not investing in him, he becomes angry, or something that Darkus said made the instigator unhappy. The noble and impeccable powerful wanted to erase this dark history. At that time, there was a female powerful. I wanted to show him my outstanding skills, not just at night, but all day long. After being rejected by him, I became angry and angry. Isn't this normal for Druch?
"How many years have it been? Why are you so lucky?" Cradin found that he had no strength and could only maintain a kneeling position. He would collapse to the ground if he moved even a little. He felt that this was the closest he had come to death. Neither the javelin in the mist nor the female knight's lance had ever frightened him so much.
"There is an item in your gift list that I like very much, so I can give you a chance. What do you believe in? Think about it before answering!"
Kradin, who was kneeling on the ground, tried to calm down and think. Although he was not good at words, he knew that the answer the Witch King wanted was definitely not Kane, and this was a proposition. There were so many gods, and he wanted to get one of them right. This is simply impossible, and it can be completely denied if the Witch King plays a trick on him.
"Sir, I am determined to become an outstanding warrior, so I believe in the Lord of Blades, Edreze." Kradin struggled for a moment, but decided to tell the truth.
Darkus nodded, stood up from the chair, walked over slowly, and helped Cradin up. To say he appreciates and likes it, that's all. To him, it's just an addition. One more is not more, one less is not a lot. But he still chose to accept Kradin, he needed some decent warriors.
"Report tomorrow morning." After a few more words, Darkus issued an order to expel the guest.
"By the way, I give you a task to spread the news that Night Governor Draka is seriously injured and dying and may not survive tomorrow morning."
Darkus decided to tease the dignitaries of Hagrid Grave.
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"Do you like Cradin's sister?"
"Yes, I see outstanding magical talent in her." "
Then let her come with you tomorrow and let her be your maid." Darkus was determined He said, if the word "excellent" comes from Drusala's mouth, it means that Yilanya's achievements in magic are extremely high. He paused and then said, "When the situation stabilizes, we will formulate a plan to recruit sorceresses from here on a large scale."
Drusala did not say anything, but smiled and acted like a lady to Darkus. present.
"There is a stone slab among the belongings that Cradin brought. Bring it to the room. I will take this time to go to sleep for a while. I will probably have to deal with those powerful people tonight." Darkus walked over and hugged Drusala. In his arms, he said in Drusala's ear.
The moment the stone slab entered the Night Governor's Castle, Darkos sensed it.
"I obey, my love." Drusala said, hugging Darkus's waist tightly.
"Give Draka Night Governor a share of those properties, and the rest will be divided in your name." When Darkus said this, he patted Drusala, and then pulled Drusala out. conference hall.
Before dawn, six powerful families expressed their intention to compete for the position of Valahar and the possible position of Night Governor. Darkus called them together and told them a clear game point method. Whoever contributes more slaves and blacksmiths will win. Each slave and blacksmith has a corresponding score based on race and skill. One year Within a limited time, the one with the highest score wins. He gave the powerful people a window period to buy in other cities. As for whether to buy or rob, it has nothing to do with him.
The strange thing is that the powerful and powerful people all agree with this method. Whether they are powerful or relatively weak, they all think it is fair. This is different from Sovereign. There are many opportunities for manipulation, and it doesn’t take until the last second to decide who wins. , no one can tell clearly.
Darkus only wanted slaves and blacksmiths, not Sovereign. The number of Sovereins is of no use to him and Malekith. Currency is a tool of rule. Sometimes you can't give it away even if you want to. Why do you want so many Sovereins? He is not greedy. Dragon, besides, he is not short of gold.
Slate Dakoos read it, and found that the content did not match the previous text, but it was not something like fate or prophecy, but a technology, something like a brain wave controller, which was included in Kallion's helmet. This thing, but this technology has been lost in lizardman society and has become a rare item. But what surprised him was that Drusala said that she had seen several similar stone slabs in the vault of the Tower of Grond's Prophecy, and that she would find a way to get a few stone slabs out.
The sorceresses began to study the mission assigned by Darkus, while he took his temporarily idle followers to study and deduce the battle, and asked the dignitaries on the Nagol to show up and describe the situation of the day. The more he listened, the more he became more and more interested. It felt like fate was cruelly teasing Malus.
The surviving soldiers of the Nagor were disorganized and housed in the military camp of Night Governor Castle. As for the fate of the powerful, the fate is not good. If you believe in the Lord of the Abyss, Marcelan's respect for faith does not need to be converted. There are so many plundering ships that need captains. Those who believed in Kane either sacrificed their blood to Kane, or converted to believe in the Lord of Blades, Edreze. As for the warriors who originally believed in Edreze, they were incorporated into the religious order and taught The regiment is currently a tentative title, and the rules and regulations are not yet clear. Darkus’s uncle Selire is the leader. Of course, the title of leader is also tentative. Franais, the chosen god of Edreze, is temporarily As deputy, assist Selire.
Darkus, as the divine choice, did not participate in this matter. He only had to set up the framework and be able to adjust the direction at any time. He was a politician first, and a warrior second. The priorities could not be reversed. To put it shamelessly, Druchi and the Lizardmen society do not lack warriors, but politicians and helmsmen like him who can guide the way.
As for Baine and Elmir, Darkus did not ask them to come to Hagrid Grave. After things here are settled, he will have to return to Krakarond for a while. He has to prepare for the upcoming Great Expedition. Be prepared.
The following days were still uneventful, and Hagrid Grave was not peaceful every day. These families and their affiliated small families were all involved in the fight, including the Hook Claw family who wanted to stay out of the matter. Various methods and methods came one after another, including vertical and horizontal alliances, night raids, and half-way attacks.
It was a pleasure for Darkus, a melon-eater, to watch, especially since the roads to Night Governor Castle were now called roads to hell. If any family tried to transport slaves to Night Governor Castle, other families would join forces to attack it. Then, the intensity of the conflict escalated again, and various tactics such as turtle formations, vehicle formations, high-altitude throwing, and reaper crossbows were used, but slaves and blacksmiths were still being transported into the Night Governor's Castle one after another.
These slaves and blacksmiths will conduct relevant tests under the supervision of relevant personnel, and then calculate the corresponding points and publish them on score boards throughout the city to ensure openness, fairness, and justice, just like a welfare lottery.
Darkus also published the evidence that Isvar was the leader of the cult, and placed it together with the score board for the people in the city to see. He also kept adding fuel to the fire and spreading false information. Occasionally Draka Night Governor was about to die, and occasionally he was breathing again. He kept tossing and tossing over and over again. The powerful people were shocked and uncertain, and they all speculated about Draka Night Governor's true situation. But Night Governor Draka was too closely protected, and there was no definite news, all relying on the rumors about him.
Not long after, a large-scale recruitment notice for sorceresses appeared next to each score board.
Still in transition, I have to explain the matter about Druch, and then go to the south
(end of this chapter)