When Arthur and others were happily sitting on the ground dividing the spoils, the entire royal city had exploded.
The City Guards have completely cordoned off the entire block where Fine Inn is located.
The original site of the Fine Inn was in ruins. Qing's "Fire Dragon Technique" was too violent. While burning a row of houses in the backyard in an instant, the remaining fire also spread to the front yard. In the chaos, no one could bother to put out the fire. Waiting for the water magic, When the division arrived, the entire inn was in flames.
Burning down an inn and killing six people, including a registered seventh-level war school martial artist, this was no longer a simple security case. The City Guards have transferred the case to the Tinged Department, which is responsible for investigation and important cases. A group of Tinged officials in soap robes and military uniforms are collecting clues and examining the bodies at the scene.
Among the people watching outside the blockade, looking at the Fine Inn that had been burned to ruins, a man in a gorgeous gown had veins on his head exposed, and his body was trembling slightly. The wound burst open due to rage, and the left hand that had just been bandaged began to ooze blood again.
"Check, check for me! Even if you search the underground forces in the entire royal city, you still have to find out who did it!" The man roared in a low voice.
Several men in black quickly dodged out of the crowd and disappeared in all directions.
In the next six months, the underground forces in the entire royal city experienced a bloody storm. Often a relevant news or rumor would trigger a fight, and more than one-third of the forces were shuffled in this turmoil.
Palmer's Palace.
The middle-aged scribe was pacing gently back and forth in the room with a tea cup in hand.
"I have tried my best to obtain the confessions of those mercenaries at the city guard station. Indeed, as the child said, this incident was not an accident, but someone hired a few wandering mercenaries through an underground trading company." The old man said. The butler bowed slightly and whispered the report to one side.
"Follow this line of investigation and see if you can find out who is behind it?"
The old housekeeper smiled bitterly and said, "Just last night, the business store was burned down, and this clue was broken."
The middle-aged scribe's face gradually turned cold, "No matter which one of them did it, I know the purpose. It was just to scare Lucy into giving me a warning and force me to leave the Grand Duke's Mansion, but now they are so It would be a bit harsh to rush to cut off the clues."
"It's hard to say whether the people behind it are doing it to silence them. It's said that the underground trading company is very powerful. It would be worth the loss to eradicate the whole business just for this reason."
The middle-aged scribe nodded, "Then there's no need to search further. This incident also reminded me that some people can't wait to take action. It seems that I gave them the feeling of being too weak before."
"Since the eldest son died in battle early last year, the eldest son has not decided on a reserve position. However, he suddenly called you back and gradually entrusted you with important tasks. Apparently some people were worried that you would rob their interests."
The middle-aged scribe snorted softly, "Can't the Grand Duke still pass the title to me, a person with a foreign surname?"
"Don't forget, my wife's surname is Palmer. There have been two Marquises of Isaac Kingdom in recent years." the old housekeeper reminded.
"When I cut off my own meridians and took Gloria away, I already showed my determination. If some people are still worried about playing tricks in secret, then don't blame me for being ruthless." The middle-aged scribe suddenly shot out two strong eyes as he spoke. Murderous, there is no trace of the scholar's weakness in him.
The old housekeeper coughed twice in succession.
The murderous look in the middle-aged scribe's eyes slowly dissipated, and he changed the topic and said: "This time I really want to thank the kid named Arthur. I didn't expect that he could enter the Guano Royal Academy. I don't know what the power behind him is. A family?"
"I was very optimistic about that little guy at that time." The old housekeeper smiled.
"You pay a thousand gold coins from the properties I am responsible for, and send them to him in a few days to express your gratitude, and invite him to visit your home when he has time, and say that Lucy and little Nova miss him very much."
The old housekeeper was stunned for a moment, "The dark magician is with him. Are you not worried about being implicated and lured out of the church?"
The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "For thousands of years, why has the church not been able to clean up those dark magicians? Do you really think that their vitality is strong enough?"
The middle-aged scribe shook his head and asked himself: "Because there are always people secretly supporting them behind the scenes. The dark magician is a double-edged sword. If used well, it will be a sharp blade that kills people invisible. If used improperly, it will cause harm. It's time to take some risks. Both he and Arthur are worth investing in..."
The turmoil outside is getting more and more intense, and Arthur, the instigator of the incident, cannot completely stay out of it.
Arthur, who had been dividing the stolen goods until late at night, was awakened by a rapid knock on the door early in the morning.
The door was halfway open, and Moral, who was sweating profusely, rushed in impatiently.
"Something happened to the enchanted equipment!" Moral's first words after entering the house shocked Arthur and Arnold.
Arthur grabbed Moral by the collar, "What's going on? How did the church find out?"
"It's not the church, it's the black market that's causing trouble." Moral waved his hand in a hurry and explained.
Arthur slowly loosened Moral's collar, and the tight string in his heart gradually relaxed. As long as he was not discovered by the church, there was still room for everything.
"Speak slowly."
"Something happened to the underground trading house we often ship to. They didn't know what kind of enemies they had, and they were completely burned down last night. Half of our equipment was purchased by them before. In a short period of time, our The equipment may not be good enough to go out," Moral said with a sigh.
"Fuck, you shot yourself in the foot!" Arthur cursed in frustration.
Arthur and Arnold are only responsible for the enchantment of equipment, and Moral has always been responsible for the purchase and sales through black market channels. Arthur only knew that in order to spread the risk, Moral sold half of the equipment to an underground trading house, and the other half was given to two or three old fritters who specialize in taking advantage of the price difference on the black market. The specific recipient has never been asked. Unexpectedly, this time, he accidentally ruined his business. No wonder, two of the pieces of equipment looked very familiar to him?
"Why are you shooting yourself in the foot?"
"Oh, what I mean is that I am also worried that our shipment volume during this period is too large and too concentrated, and I am worried about being targeted. Even if this matter had not happened, I would have planned to reduce the equipment supply."
Arthur's words were not to prevaricate Moral. After several consecutive battles, Arthur found that his combat power was still too low. It would be difficult to escape without some other means. He had decided to invest more. Focus on the cultivation of fighting spirit and magic.
Moral nodded, "It's okay, we have made enough money recently, and the risk of frequent dealings with those in the black market is indeed too high."
Arthur Heheyile said, "Money is never enough. I happen to have a batch of common potions and materials on the market. You can sell them in our own business, and it will also supplement our loss of income."
Moral looked at Arthur with doubtful eyes, "Pharmacist materials? How did you get them?"
"Are you sure you want to know?" Arthur looked at Moral with a half-smile.
Moral rolled his eyes and immediately shook his head like a rattle, "I don't want to know anything, and I don't know anything!"
Arthur smiled, what a smart fat man...