The bone of sin domain is king

Chapter 147 No.20 Scene Seven. Star and Moon Festival
The Star and Moon Festival is one of the most grand annual festivals in Ishtar. For the people here, this celebration is even more important than the New Year.

Because this is the anniversary of the founding of Ishtar. 700 years ago, Ishbar, the capital of sin, was destroyed by a disaster. Many years later, Ishbar, the city on the back of the whale, was established and has flourished ever since.

All kinds of flowers and colorful flags have already been arranged around the golden avenue. All the shops are decorated with lights and festoons, and they sell all their goods under the box. A dense crowd of people walks along the golden avenue to the city center. Their destination is Iran. Stahl's Town Square.

There, the people in power in Istar will give speeches, sum up the course of the year, and look forward to the new year. For ordinary people, the following fireworks show is the beginning. Istar uses alchemy The fireworks made by this technique are extraordinarily gorgeous, which can be regarded as a rare sight in this wasteland.

At this moment, in a corner of the city square, in the consul's hall, several men in silk robes were whispering to each other.

"Has Levi's death been found out?"

The man who spoke was a man with thick lips, his name was Fletcher, and he was one of the three speakers of the Senate.

"The freeloaders of the Iron Wolf Guards still don't have any clues about the assassin."

A short and fat man replied, his name was Nicholas, and he was also one of the three speakers of the Council of Elders.

"Nicholas, could it be you who did it yourself?"

The last person, a man with gray temples, said in a suspicious tone that he was Albert, who, like the other two, was the ruler of the Council of Elders.

"Get the evidence before you speak, Albert, and besides, what good will it do me to kill a useless president of the chamber of commerce."

Nicholas retorted.

"There are many strong men of the Black Iron Order around Levi, and they can be easily assassinated even so. If there are such strong men to help, Albert, I would rather buy your head."

"Humph."

Albert snorted coldly, as if he no longer wanted to reply.

Although the three have the highest weight, their own strength is not bad. After all, in this world, relying on bodyguards alone is not reliable, and people's hearts can be bought by money. They naturally understand this truth, so for so many years, they have used their own power to buy Many medicinal materials that can improve physical fitness have advanced black iron at any rate, and have the capital to save life.

"You two stop arguing, now is not the time for infighting, Levi's death, I think it is a warning."

Fletcher remained relatively neutral, he advised, and then looked at the crowds of heads outside the window. Those were the crowds who had come to watch.

"The impact of what happened ten years ago may not be gone yet."

"how is this possible?"

Nicholas asked back, of course he knew what Fletcher was talking about. In the past ten years, he had almost forgotten about it. It was not until the information he got some time ago that he gradually began to pay attention to it.

"But the people of Faramir's family will come back, no matter how you think about it, it's too incredible."

That's right, even through some kind of secret channel, the three of them learned that the son of the Faramir family was intending to return to Qianhai, but they didn't take it to heart.

For so many years, the dispute between the Rainbow Tower and the Holy Church has been seen by all three of them. They understand that even if the escaped guy from the Alhamo family wants to use the power of orthodoxy, how can the intrigue between the two forces be so easy? Send strength to assist this little one who has no soldiers around him.

All in all, the heir is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he doesn't have any power around him. Even if he returns to Istar, there are very few people who will answer his call. The only few people, or they have been emptied of power , otherwise it would have died in these ten years.

How can a lonely little guy make trouble in Ishtar?

Of course, strategic contempt did not prevent the three of them from paying attention to this information tactically. For this reason, they even used the most secretive force-the hot wind mercenary group.

That's right, the behind-the-scenes funder of the Hot Wind Mercenary Group is actually the Council of Elders. They absorbed the bandits of the Mercenary Group, allowed them to privately plunder and provide them with shelter to a certain extent, and the Hot Wind Mercenary Group was The Council of Elders carried out some shady tricks.

For example, ten years ago, it was the hot wind mercenary group that had just gained strength that beheaded Viscount Faramir, and this time the Council of Elders was able to take power.

"It's very possible that Levi's thing was written by that guy."

Nicholas said, looking at the time.

"We should go out."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the bustling square outside suddenly quiet down.

"what happened?"

Thinking that something went wrong, Fletcher poked his head out, but was stunned by what he saw.

There was a piece of glass placed where they originally gave their speech.

On the glass, certain pictures are reflected.

It was a knight in battle armor. Through the lifted visor, one could see his handsome face. He was none other than the late Viscount Faramir.

However, at this moment, he was lying on the ground with several arrows in his body. Behind him were the three chairmen of the council of elders.

"You ... actually colluded with the robbers."

Viscount Faramir spat out blood and spoke with difficulty.

"The times have changed, my lord, if you want to blame, you can only blame you for blocking our way."

After speaking, Fletcher, the leader, took out a short dagger and inserted it straight into Viscount Faramir's heart. After a while of spinning, he slowly pulled out the blood-stained dagger.

The star and moon pendant on Viscount Faramir's chest gradually dimmed, and the picture also fell into darkness.

The picture ended here, but people fell into a long silence.

Viscount Faramir had always been killed in a battle with bandits in official reports, but what they saw now was clearly a picture of a political conspiracy.

"Which guy did this!!?"

Albert was shocked. Although the picture in front of him was slightly different from his memory, it showed the fact that they least wanted others to know in the most impactful way. This was undoubtedly a huge shock.

The three immediately went downstairs and rushed out of the consul's hall, facing the silent crowd in the entire square.

Nicholas was still thinking about how to explain it. He stood in front of the podium and was about to speak, but a young man walked out of the crowd.

Golden curly hair, green eyes, full of heroism, exactly the same as Viscount Faramir.

"It's you!!!"

Fletcher immediately recognized the other party. This was the guy they despised, the only heir of the Faramir family, Jerome Faramir.

"My lords, I, Jerome Faramir, as the legal heir of Ishtar, request to return to the Consul's Hall."

He held a pendant high, and the stars and moon shone in the sunlight. It was the emblem of the Faramir family and proof of the return of the king.

"At the same time, it is proposed to arrest Fletcher, Nicholas, and Albert for the assassination of the Viscount of the Kingdom."

Jerome's loud voice echoed in the silent city square and echoed in everyone's hearts.

"You impostor!"

Nicholas was the first to react, he shouted, pointing at Jerome.

"Take him!"

Following his order, two rows of guards stepped forward, their spears shining brightly towards Jerome.

But a gust of wind blew.

clap clap-

The guards didn't even see what happened, all the weapons in their hands were broken, everyone was punched to varying degrees, and the formation immediately collapsed.

But Jerome still stood there, motionless.

Beside him, two people appeared.

One of them was a slender and delicate girl with long black hair flowing and flowing, and her golden pupils exuded a terrifying aura. She had a piece of meat in her mouth and folded her hands on her chest with an expression of indifference.

The other person was a swordsman in full armor, a terrifying sword in his hand was glowing coldly, and his blue cloak was flapping in the wind.

"Take me?"

Jerome said calmly.

"The three adults can try it."

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