Chapter 544

"how?"

"Sorry, failed."

"Failed?"

Robin's eyes narrowed, "With your strength, it shouldn't be too difficult for a gangster from the lower city."

"What a bastard!"

Senior smashed the table in front of him and angrily shouted:

"You didn't tell me that the other party is the gang leader in Xiacheng District!"

"What about the gang leader?"

The robin sneered:

"It's just a gangster with a slightly larger number of people and a little more money. Why, don't tell you that the elite of the Royal Mage Corps will fail even against a gangster."

"I was almost successful."

Senior calmed down again, but his face showed an expression of three points of hatred, three points of regret, and ninety-four points of regret:

"But at the critical moment, the target was rescued!"

"Being rescued?"

The robin frowned:

"who?"

"I have no idea."

Senior stroked the flute in his hand:

"I only know that the other person is wearing a black dress. As for his appearance... he seems to be a Slavic man."

"Black dress...Slavs..."

The robin pondered for a while, then sneered:

"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be a little thief who stole other people's things and finally had the courage to come back. I thought I couldn't find any news about him for several months because he no longer knew where he died in the lower city. Woolen cloth."

"you know?"

Senior blinked and asked curiously.

"This has nothing to do with you, just do your own thing."

The robin flaps its wings a few times:

"It's okay if you didn't kill him, but since you took our things, we still have to continue to do things. You should go back to the magician group first. I will inform you if there is an order."

"I've done what you asked, and you still want to continue to order me?"

When Senior heard this, he felt as if he had been greatly humiliated. He smashed the table again and said:

"It's just a magic weapon. Do you think I will always obey your orders? Ridiculous!"

"Huh, do you think you still have a choice now?"

"Even if there is no room, I, Senior, have been practicing for so long, but it's not..."

"Take it."

The robin flapped its wings, and a thick stack of paper fell into Senior's arms:

"The Imperial Bank's money order, this is just the beginning. If it's done well, it will be doubled later."

"..."

"Do your best, Senior Gonze, the council is looking forward to your performance..."

The robin disappears into the night.

In the carriage, Senior lowered his head silently, looked at the stack of large-denomination money orders, scratched his head, and muttered:

"Doesn't this... feel too immoral?"

82. Insider

"The Rat King is still alive?"

The old ghost was sitting in front of an expensive antique wooden table, stuffing his pure gold pipe with expensive tobacco bit by bit. After suddenly hearing the news, he looked at Mr. Gro next to him, with ferocious scarred eyes. Narrowed his eyes dangerously:

"This is different from what we promised."

"This... was a little unexpected."

Mr. Gro, who brought back the news, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a smile, bent down and apologized:

"It is true that we did something bad, but it is not our fault. It is said that Mr. Bruce took action and rescued the Rat King. Otherwise, you can get the Rat King's head now."

"Bruce...oh, the so-called Dark Emperor."

The old ghost tapped his pipe on the table. He didn't care about the mark left on the antique table. He lit the tobacco with the match that Mr. Grot reached over and took a deep breath.

Threads of smoke puffed out from the end of his nose, making him look like an angry beast.

But he wasn't angry, he just smiled indifferently:

"He finally showed up. I thought he was going to be this little turtle for the rest of his life."

"This is a good opportunity."

said Gentleman Gro.

"I know."

The old ghost stood up and looked out the window:

"If he never shows up, then he will be a stone weighing on the hearts of everyone in Xiacheng District. Then those stupid guys who have not seen his so-called methods in person, but listen to his legends, will magnify them without limit. His image and fear of him are extremely detrimental to us."

"Rumors are always scarier than facts, not to mention the bluffing title of 'Dark Emperor'."

"Yes, so we have to kill him, we have to kill him openly, and we have to let the entire Lower City know that it is my old ghost... kill him! I am the man who really controls the dark side of Belland. ! There is only one Dark Emperor, and that’s me!”

The old ghost clenched his fist fiercely and stared fiercely at the gradually brightening morning light on the horizon.

The morning glow dyed the clouds in the sky red, and it was breathtakingly beautiful.

The blood of Mr. Bruce must be so beautiful.

"Is there any reply from the Brotherhood?"

"Yes, they are willing to obey your orders."

"what about others."

"It is said that it is still under consideration."

"Huh? Consider it? A group of cowards who only think about benefits! Greedy wild dogs! Very good, if they want to see it, let them see it, but the conditions will not be so good next!"

"Get ready. Since the Rat King is not dead, let's start with him."

The old ghost glanced at Mr. Grotto coldly:

"Also, since you made a mistake in this regard, you'd better make up for it in another way. I hope that our alliance will always be unbreakable."

"Don't worry, it will. As your most solid ally, the 'medicine' we provide is absolutely useful."

Gero lowered his fat head, and his attitude still looked very submissive:

"We... the council will help you win."

...

...

The night faded and the dawn came.

The whole city seemed to be alive, gradually waking up with the rising sun.

The lower city during the day did not look as dangerous as it did at night.

The lowest residents had to wake up in the cold wind and morning mist before the sky was completely bright, taking mechanical and repetitive steps, preparing for the next work that would last a whole day but could only barely make a living.

The beggar went to beg, the boatman walked to the dock, the bloated woman cursed her useless husband with the most vicious words, and the butcher walked into the slaughterhouse with a knife in his hand. After a while, the shrill sound of pigs came from deep in the streets.

These people walked through the muddy, dirty, and smelly alleys, unknowingly stepping on the bloodstains that had not faded with time at night, and merged into other people who also seemed a little numb.

And the crowd was also an excellent cover.

The Rat King lowered the brim of his hat and walked in the complicated flow of people. He tried to hunch his back and stagger, making himself look like a disabled dwarf or an old man.

Such people are not uncommon in the lower city. Even some circuses have dwarfs who specialize in performances, or hairy wild men and dog people. He did not attract anyone's attention at all. He walked around and came to a hidden bar.

At this time, the bar was not open, but the Rat King looked around cautiously. After confirming that there was no one, he still knocked on the back door of the bar.

"Who."

The back door opened a crack, and a vigilant voice came.

"Stinky cheese."

The Rat King replied.

The door suddenly opened, and the sleepy doorman looked at the ordinary-dressed Rat King with doubts.

"Who are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am."

The Rat King said coldly:

"Let the person in charge here come to see me."

"Yes."

The doorman took the Rat King into the bar without any hesitation and went straight to the best private room here.

"Please wait a moment."

After opening a bottle of the best wine sold here for the Rat King, the doorman turned around and left quickly.

Soon, a tall man suddenly rushed in from outside the door.

The man was only wearing a revealing pajamas, and his pectoral muscles covered with chest hair were exposed, with several conspicuous pink lip prints on them.

He seemed to have just crawled out of the warm and gentle country, but there was no dissatisfaction on his face. As soon as he entered the private room, he stood respectfully beside the Rat King and bowed respectfully:

"Lord Rat King, you... why did you suddenly come in person at this time? Hey, why are you drinking this kind of wine... Damn, who gave this rubbish to Lord Rat King, go get better wine!"

"But..."

"Go to my private wine cabinet, damn, you rubbish, I will peel your skin sooner or later!"

After scolding his subordinates, the man bowed to the Rat King again with a flattering face.

"Haha, sir, I'm sorry to make you laugh."

The Rat King glanced at him, his eyes swept across the pink and red lip prints on his chest, and frowned imperceptibly.

"Wood, such a big thing happened in the Rat House, and I almost couldn't come back. You are still in the mood to roll with a woman?"

"Big... big thing?"

The man named Wood was stunned and exclaimed:

"What... what big thing, and you almost couldn't come back, what does it mean?"

"..."

The Rat King stared at Wood, and Wood, perhaps thinking that he had done something wrong, bent down even lower and kept wiping his sweat.

"Forget it."

The Rat King suddenly retracted his gaze, casually lying on the soft sofa, raised his legs and knocked his knees:

"Wood, I can come here, which means you are one of the people I trust the most..."

"Ah, I dare not, I am just doing my best to work for you, Lord Rat King. Being able to be your right-hand man is my..."

"Stop complimenting me, I'm tired of hearing it."

The Rat King raised his hand: