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Chapter 300 Mi Li'er, what are you going to do?
"Oh?"

Behind the curtain, Prince Herama was leaning on a soft cushion reading a book. When he heard the report from his subordinates, he raised his eyebrows with interest, took a pure gold eagle head bookmark from the cushion and clipped it between the pages of the book. It turned out to be a hardcover edition of the "Holy Code".

"Call Balkan and the others over."

Three minutes later, the Balkans stood in Prince Herama's bedroom, neatly dressed. The prince behind the curtain was very satisfied with his men's respectful attitude and their ability to respond at any time.

"Just now Guji said that he found the trace of the Emerald Dervish. You can tell them the exact location."

The servant named Guji told Balkan everything he had seen with the help of the ancient relic Raven's Eyes. Balkan then took out a map of New Newrent and marked the location of the abandoned slaughterhouse on it.

"Barkan, what do you think of the next step?"

"Your Excellency, it is good to have gained something. Brundtrang's appearance on Helen Street also indirectly proves the accuracy of Mr. Feng's intelligence. The other party should be coming for Mr. Feng."

The secret base of the Holy Maiden Sect is on Helen Street.

The prince behind the curtain said "Hmm." without making any comment.

"According to Guji, the status of this Emerald Ascetic is probably not low. Brundtrang has signed a contract with the gods to borrow the power of distortion. He can withstand the effects of ancient relics but not die. Moreover, he can sense the instructions given by the Emerald Ascetic.

This ascetic is at the very least a projection of a god.”

"It's pretty much what I thought, so I came to ask for your opinion."

"We will focus on surveillance. We will be in New Newland for a while, so there is no need to rush. If we can open up the situation diplomatically, we can even ask Prince Andrew to send the Investigation Department to assist us."

Prince Herama behind the curtain did not speak. He knew Balkan's little thoughts. There were not many people coming this time, and they were not fully prepared for the battle. If they rashly attacked the ascetic, people like Balkan would definitely be the first to rush to the front.

He wanted to save his own life first, but even if he had such a little thought, his words were not unreasonable. If he got the cocoon, it would be fine. If he didn't get it and lost all his people in it, it would be passive indeed.

"What about Wordsworth? Can he be relied on? Shouldn't the assassin be his man?"

"Your Excellency, I think this is difficult. Wordsworth's current focus is still on Nicholas and Investigator Ricky. I am also confused as to why Brundtrang would attack his people today."

"Okay, you guys go down and do as you say, Balkan. Keep a close eye on the Emerald Dervish. If he plans to escape, grab the cocoon at all costs!"

……

At the same time, on the blue freighter at Canary Wharf, the killer dragged his broken body and sat in front of Wordsworth.

"It is just as I said, Mr. Wordsworth.

I have tried to assassinate Ricky twice, but for some reason I was discovered by his men each time. He seems to be on his guard now. I don't recommend you to attack him again recently."

Wordsworth stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the dark sea, and did not speak for a long time. Today's action could not be called a success, but it was certainly not a failure either. It was rare for his people to escape from such an environment with two ancient relics unscathed, and he should not be too harsh on them.

He was not surprised that Ricky saw through the killing plan he had prepared for him. Today, an entire team of elite soldiers from the Investigation Department gathered in the Tianying Restaurant. It was already very difficult to kill Ricky, and there was no other way if the risky tactic of using ancient relics failed.

What concerned him most was Marcus. How could he suddenly appear? And claiming to be Brundtrang, he suddenly attacked his people.

Brundtrang is Richie's man? But why is Richie also involved with gods?
"Were you wearing a shroud when you met Brundtrang in the alley?"

"Of course, the people who eat Wei Tian were chasing me at that time. It would be difficult for me to escape without the shroud."

"No wonder..."

Brundtrang had made a contract with the gods, and the man in the shroud was like a candle that attracted moths in the spirit space. Brundtrang's master must have sensed the killer's presence.

Helen Street... Was Brundtrang protecting Ricky? Or was he coveting the invention in the Saint's secret base? Wordsworth raised his hand to send the killer away, and pinched his eyebrows. The situation in New Nulund was becoming more and more turbulent.

……

In the abandoned slaughterhouse, Brent Lang sat cross-legged in front of the Emerald Dervish with his eyes closed. The surroundings were no longer the shabby gray walls and tiles, but a quiet and warm mountaintop courtyard. If Liu Yonglu and Millie Tang could see the scenery in his eyes, they would definitely recognize it.

This is the Mandala Temple that the two had entered before. In reality, there was a slightly raised pattern on Brundtrang's forehead, and something was buried under the skin and flowing slowly. It was the Emerald Seal of the ascetic monk.

Why did he sign a contract with the Emerald Dervish and become his loyal disciple and servant? This all started when he escaped from the blue freighter a few weeks ago.

Although Brundtrang managed to regain his body by accident with the help of Xiaohu's power, Marcus had cut his stomach into pieces with glass before he died.

While the gatekeeper was informing Wordsworth, Brundtland endured the severe pain and ran out of the cabin with the support of his remaining faith. He used the cover of sea water to hide the blood on his body and hid under the pier of the port waiting to die.

He knew that he would not survive for long without a doctor to treat his wounds, and he could only rely on the power of the gods in his dying moments. The only god he could summon was the King of Carcosa, and Bruntland had also seen the "King in Yellow" recorded in the collection of poems that Liu Yonglu pretended to have lost.

Under the pier, covered in blood, he muttered, "No one hears the song of the Hyades, the king's tattered clothes flutter in the wind, and the song silently disappears in..."

He gradually lost consciousness with the repetitive chanting, and when he opened his eyes again, he was standing in front of the Mandala Temple. Inside the temple, he felt the twisted and chaotic immortal will of the Emerald Ascetic.

During the days of kneeling, he sometimes felt relieved and sometimes suffered inhuman torture. There were many times when he felt that he could not hold on any longer, but in the end the power of hatred allowed him to hold on.

He had lost everything long ago, and his family and career had been completely destroyed by Dou Niwar in the town of Elsel.

At this moment, his body was badly damaged and he had no other way to go except to worship God. Moreover, the brilliant and endless mystery was right in front of him. Why did he join Lewis's sect before?
Isn't it just to save your loved ones from the suffering of illness? Now the knowledge containing the secrets of the universe is right in front of you. Take it into your mind, let alone cure the disease, even sublimating the body to a higher dimension is not a luxury.

In this way, in the Mandala Temple, Brundtrang was reborn and became a slave of the ascetic.

When he opened his eyes again, the shadow of his master was before him, his emerald pupilless eyes staring at him, and he felt a sense of guidance.

"You are being followed. Get rid of the follower before you seek revenge."

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So what is Brundtrang's archenemy Dou Nivar doing at this time?

Liu Yonglu had no idea that so many things were happening outside. He was still socializing in his own restaurant. The atmosphere in the restaurant was quite lively today. Although White had knocked Dora down and caused a little commotion, the customers were soon attracted by the wonderful performance of the two beauties.

Half an hour ago, Chief Norman and Sir Gregory came over to show their support, which brought the atmosphere of the night to a climax.

Even the most exquisite dinner would only take about an hour. The knives and forks on the table were removed by the waiters, the lights in the hall were intentionally dimmed, and the customers continued to enjoy the wine and desserts.

Many of the new celebrities in New London came to Liu Yonglu with glasses of wine to greet him:
"Mr. Richie, the opening of your restaurant today is really unique, especially this dish, which is extraordinary. A few days ago, I told Ai Sili that the New New Lent restaurant should also have something new.

Why do other countries in the Western Continent secretly laugh at us Mosesad people for not understanding food? Is it because we lack fresh ingredients? Or is it because our chefs are not serious and hardworking enough?
Neither. It's just that the restaurant's management is complacent and has no desire to make progress.

Tianying Restaurant is very good, but I have never had this Pearl Jade White Jade Soup before."

The fat old gentleman who had been there before was now standing in front of Liu Yonglu, holding a glass of cocktail and talking freely. Liu Yonglu naturally responded vaguely with a smile:

"It doesn't matter. I'll ask the chef to make the Pearl Jade White Jade Soup carefully. I'm afraid you won't be used to it if I make the original version."

Liu Yonglu certainly wasn't stupid enough to serve this group of people mixed vegetable soup with rotten tofu. If he really dared to do so, these diners would probably walk out cursing.

What he made was an improved version of the dumpling soup, with some colorful side dishes added to suit the occasion, and hence the name.

"Hey, Mr. Richie, this is where you're wrong. What's the point of being used to it? Next time, I'll have to drink the original Pearl Jade White Jade Soup!"

The fat gentleman boss was not happy. Who is Ricky looking down on? I have traveled all over the country and experienced all kinds of food. I must try the original Pearl Jade White Jade Soup!
The thin gentleman next to him glanced at Dora and White, who were sitting at the same table with Liu Yonglu, and thought that they were both his mistresses. He squeezed over to toast:
"Mr. Richie, I was wondering why Miss Dora suddenly came to New Newland to perform. It turns out that it was because of your relationship. It was very well hidden, very well hidden."

He wanted to join forces with Liu Yonglu. As long as Dora became famous through performing in his musical theater, she would definitely be a cash cow.

But whether one can gain a foothold in the new New London depends on whether one sings well or not, and whether there are people to support him or not is another.

If he could take advantage of Ricky's influence and think a little deeper, with the support of a royal member like Prince Andrew, his musical theater would definitely be packed with seats to the house for some time to come.

"Hey, Dora and I are old friends. Without me, Dora's stuff alone can make her the emperor of New New Lent. She's unique!"

Liu Yonglu also wanted to help and stood by to flatter.

"Mr. Rich, the opening dinner of the Continental Expo will be held in two days. I wonder if you are planning to bring Miss Dora with you."

The thin gentleman struck while the iron was hot. As a veteran aristocrat, he was naturally among the invited guests. He took advantage of the alcohol to make eyes at Liu Yonglu.

Liu Yonglu turned his head to look at Dora and White, who also had wandering eyes. He was really scared. He had no say in this matter.

"Yes, of course. Miss Dora and Miss White will be there that day."

Liu Yonglu heard Mili Tang's voice from behind. The person who could make the decision had come. She looked at Liu Yonglu with a smile that made Liu Yonglu's scalp numb. "Mi Li'er, what are you trying to do? What are you trying to do?"
Hey, there may be some proofreading errors in these two chapters today. I will revise them when I come back. Please forgive me.

Because I accompanied my wife out to play during the day, yesterday was Mili'er's birthday, but it was also my wife's birthday.

It’s reasonable to say that Mi Li’er is a Scorpio. At least I think she looks like one.

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