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Chapter 493 Luo Cheng teases Diao Chan and plays with the witch (4k+)

The old witch doctor took out the letter from his arms and placed it on the table. He then quickly took his grandson's hand and stepped back seven or eight steps, backing behind the door.

Obviously, this was also the first time he met Prince Yusuf. Previously, information was transmitted through other undercover agents stationed in the Flowing Water Palace. This was also the first time the two had direct contact.

Prince Yusuf was stunned for just a moment before he walked to the table and looked at the letter with a frown.

The situation in Upper Kurt took a sharp turn for the worse, with Grand Duke Zahir on the verge of rebelling. This was a dramatic change from the situation a month ago.

Kurt's previous troubles had been the sudden pagan rebellion and his father's extreme and outrageous reaction, but now, compared with Kurt's rebellion, these have become insignificant.

"Come in, if you have anything to say."

Prince Yusuf skillfully took out a small tin basin from the drawer, struck a match and burned the letter brought by the old witch doctor.

“Robuya and the others are waiting for your news. Recently, our caravan has recruited a powerful armed force from the Western Continent.

With their assistance, we were able to regain much of the land in Upper Kurt that had been violently taken away from us.

As long as you raise your arms in Oiya, Robya and his men will be able to light our beacon fire throughout Kurt, and then..."

Amjar tried his best to convince him that he was originally from Upper Kurt, but had only moved to the city of Oia in recent decades. Upper Kurt was his home and his roots, and now that Grand Duke Zahir was attempting to rebel, he was more anxious than anyone else.

But Prince Yusuf just pinched his brow with one hand and waved his other hand:
"You are too naive. The situation is so chaotic now. If I make a different voice again, wouldn't it be a good opportunity for Grand Duke Zahir and the Beast Brotherhood you mentioned earlier to take advantage of it?"

"But Prince Herama's recent actions in Kurt have completely lost his popularity. If you are worried that your power is too dispersed.

We can cooperate with you to secretly put Prince Herama under house arrest, or secretly take you out of Oia City, and wait until the time comes..."

"Stop talking, I won't do that." Prince Yusuf interrupted in a low voice.

Old Amjar shook his head slightly. Prince Yusuf was the agent that the Merchants Guild had placed a heavy bet on. He had many advantages. Compared to the other princes and Helama's other brothers, he was more kind-hearted and had a more objective and sober attitude towards mysticism. These were the reasons why the Merchants Guild chose him.

But... these characteristics sometimes became obstacles for him to take another step forward. Since Prince Yusuf himself was unwilling to do it, people like us could not force him to make a decision.

"Besides that, there is another way, Prince Yusuf."

"explain."

Prince Yusuf stood back in front of the window, admiring the beautiful scenery in the flowing water courtyard.

“Contact important allies. If we allow things to continue to develop, the situation will no longer be under our control.” The old witch doctor said slowly.

The original plan of the Merchants' Union was to follow Prince Yusuf's pace and slowly control Kurt's central system in a reasonable and legal manner. However, if a civil war breaks out, this wait will become a form of chronic suicide.

"Ally? Are there any allies in Kurt that we can contact?" Prince Yusuf thought for a while and shook his head.

“There is none within Kurt, but there may be some outside.

For example, the Mosesad people have already started the exploration plan for the Lost Sea. I heard that the Mosesad royal family has sent an expeditionary force consisting of dozens of exploration ships. These people are enough to put out the fire. "

"But... haven't the Mosesads been in contact with my father?"

"Yes, but I think that for Kurt, they are more looking forward to cooperating with an enlightened monarch. Prince Herama has repeatedly made remarks to provoke discord in the Western Continent, and these people have not forgotten it.

If you leave a good impression in front of them, I think these outsiders will at least not sway to Zaheer or the Beast Brotherhood.

As for Prince Herama, he is your father. Once the situation is settled, you and your son can slowly explain anything you have to say to each other."

"I did hear that Richie Baldwin, the head of Moses' investigation department, is a gentle and friendly man. He seems to be the patron saint of the Saint's sect... what...?"

Recently, Liu Yonglu has been strolling in the Liushui Courtyard every day. Prince Yusuf has indeed heard a lot about his deeds. When the two occasionally meet in the courtyard, they will also exchange a few polite words.

His intuition told him that Mr. Richie did have a kind of... strange affinity that was hard to describe.

"Yes, that's Ricky. I can think of a way to let you meet him tomorrow and have a chat."

"Amjar, are you sure?"

"Yes! Even if he doesn't agree, I can make sure Ricky won't leak your conversation."

The old witch doctor was really sure of this, after all, he still held the secrets related to witches! As a descendant of a witch faction, the old witch doctor knew too well the importance of a witch's husband.

The witch group has lived in a very closed environment for a long time, and the husbands they choose often maintain a partnership with them that transcends life and death.

Even if the witch doesn't care about the notes left by Emily Hack hundreds of years ago, Richie will never give up.

"Okay, I'll leave first. I'll come back around this time tomorrow. Just pretend you're passing by Ricky's room. Remember to pretend you don't know me."

"Ok."

……

The next morning, Liu Yonglu and Millie Tang were making small handicrafts in the backyard.

Of course, it was mainly Millie Tang who did it. All kinds of mystical materials were spread out on the floor. Liu Yonglu sat on a chair next to him like a master. He asked the maid to find him a teapot, and without a teacup, he drank the freshly brewed mint tea from it.

While drinking tea, Liu Yonglu kept his hands busy, fiddling with his newly acquired folding fan.

It’s really nice, this style and this feel. Since the donkey’s bookmark has a variety of functions, the fan can be changed in length as you wish when placed in your hand.

The fan was naturally made for him by the Cat God last night. He had already collected most of the materials for modifying the fan when he went to the mysterious market. In the evening, Millie Tang summoned the Cat God, who was too lazy to talk nonsense with Liu Yonglu and made the fan directly.

"Mi Li'er, take a break. It's so hot. Drink some water. We can do it again when the sun goes down."

Liu Yonglu squatted on the ground and fanned his wife with a fan while handing her the teapot. Mili Tang took the teapot and searched for a long time but couldn't find the teacup. She could only roll her eyes at Liu Yonglu and imitate him, drinking tea from her lips:
"The witch doctor is coming today, so I plan to make some plans before then."

Yesterday evening, Hassan ran to the gate of the flowing water courtyard to report that the old witch doctor had used his connections to get another important mystical material for making the sun chariot, and that it would be delivered together with the checkup for Lin Bei today. Liu Yonglu and Millie Tang were naturally overjoyed to hear this and had no reason to refuse.

At this time, Millie Tang was making the "parts" of the Sun Chariot.

But this is an ancient relic, not an invention of Nicholas, and the ancient books do not record the standardized installation process. The words in it are relatively obscure, and they are the kind of poetic riddles that you can understand in any way you want. Millie Tang also had nothing to do, so she started tinkering with it in the yard.

"Mi Li'er, you don't really think that we can build the Sun Chariot just by ourselves, do you?"

Seeing Millie Tang’s face flushed with heat, Liu Yonglu fanned her even more happily.

"Don't fan it! Don't fan it! This is an ancient relic! What if there are any side effects?"

Millie Tang reached out to grab the folding fan from Liu Yonglu's hand. This thing was made of a donkey's bookmark and paper made of bone and rope. Who knew it would have any negative effects? The two of them tried it last night and there was no extra effect. But who knows what condition might be met suddenly and something might happen.

Liu Yonglu bullied Millie Tang because she was short and held the fan high on purpose. Millie Tang tried to grab it several times but failed. She was so angry that she could only twist Liu Yonglu's arm.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, I murdered my husband."

Liu Yonglu bared his teeth and pretended to beg for mercy. He folded his fan and stuck it behind his neck, looking like a bad boy in the alley.

"And you doubt my intelligence. You have a pig brain and you definitely can't figure it out. My words..."

Millie Tang poked Liu Yonglu's face with her hand but didn't say the second half of the sentence. She was not completely sure about this ancient relic.

Although she had the ancient book passed down from the Herama family, firstly, improving ancient relics was not Millitang's forte, and secondly, she was still missing the most critical material, which was the stone slab.

"Mi Li'er, you are good in every way except that you are too serious about things! In my opinion, saving for a car doesn't have to be so troublesome."

Liu Yonglu was talking while looking at the charming Mi Li'er in front of him. Mi Li Tang felt flustered by his gaze and unconsciously moved her eyes to the side:
"So... you're not going to do it?"

"Do it! Why not! Not only do you have to do it, you have to do it in a big way!"

"What do you mean?"

The gardening in the flowing water courtyard was taken care of by someone. The two of them sat on the ground. Liu Yongli lay down with his hands behind his head, squinting his eyes and basking in the sun:

"In our troupe before... there was a singer who sang Danxian. He joined the troupe in the same year as me and was also a young actor."

Millie Tang had long been accustomed to Liu Yonglu's nonsense, but she had a strong ability to understand and could roughly guess that "Danxian" should be some kind of one-person drama form.

Millie Tang didn't interrupt. She pulled a piece of grass from the ground and used it to scratch Liu Yonglu's nose.

“The young actor actually has a good foundation, is talented, and is willing to work hard. He usually sings very well during rehearsals, but there is just one thing: he is afraid to go on stage.

Later, our troupe leader came up with an idea and told the actress that he had invited a famous string player in the industry to help her. With this person by her side, there would be no mistakes. "

Millie Tang liked to listen to Liu Yonglu's nonsense, so she tilted her head and continued to listen.

"Later, when she went on stage, just as everyone expected, as soon as she opened her voice, the whole audience applauded!

When the young actress finished singing and left the stage, she realized that the person accompanying her was not the old string player, but the one she usually worked with.

"You mean... the Sun Chariot is not important at all?"

"That's right. If an ancient relic could decide the winner, then Kurt, Moses, and Victoria would have nothing to do. They wouldn't have to farm or work in factories. They could just stay there and tinker with tanks!"

Millie Tang nodded thoughtfully. What Ricky said was indeed right. Prince Herama was not a foolish man. The reason why he was so reverent and superstitious about the Sun Chariot was ultimately due to the beliefs passed down from generation to generation in his family.

If we really talk about the power gap between Upper Kurt and Lower Kurt, Helama is still above Zahir, and now with the full support of Moses Sad, he should not be afraid of Zahir.

“So, the Sun Chariot is like that old string maker. Not only do we have to do it, but we also have to do it in a big way and spare no effort.

Anyway, you don't have to worry about this matter, leave it to me. I will turn around and shake hands with Kogan, and then give Hrama a good beating.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts…”

At first, what Millie Tang heard sounded like normal talk, but when she heard the latter part and realized that Liu Yonglu was trying to make trouble again, she got so angry that she pinched him again.

Liu Yonglu was well prepared this time. He pulled Millie Tang's arm with his right hand and pulled her down in front of him. The two of them lay face to face on the grass.

"open!"

Feeling Liu Yonglu holding her waist with one hand and her arm with the other, and their eyes meeting, Millie Tang's face, which was already hot, became even redder as if it was about to bleed.

"No, unless..."

"Mr. Ricky, Miss Millie Tang...I...I'll come back later!"

Millie Tang closed her eyes, but suddenly the maid's voice came from the side. She came to report the news, but as soon as she entered the courtyard, the maid saw Miss Millie Tang lying on Mr. Richie.

It was a bright and clear day, in front of everyone... and it scared the maid!
Mili Tang's reaction was even bigger than that of the maid! She jumped up from Liu Yonglu like a cat that had been electrocuted, and straightened her clothes and hair:

"Hey, I... just fell down, what's wrong?"

"There's a witch doctor named Amgar outside the palace who says he's here to see Mr. Rich. Should I ask him to wait outside for a while?"

"Let him in, and lead the way...walk slowly." Millie Tang was so angry that she saw stars.

"Thank you for refilling the water. I just practiced the Seven Animal Exercises, which consumed a lot of energy." Liu Yonglu was thick-skinned. He didn't care about that and asked the maid to make tea for him.

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

After the maid left, Millie Tang kept beating Liu Yonglu. This time she really didn't hold back. Her little fists hit Liu Yonglu with a "bang bang" sound.

It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!
Liu Yonglu forced a smile on his face, but in his heart he hated the unfortunate maid and Amjar. He thought why did you two come at any other time? Why did you have to come at this time? This is impossible!

When Amjar brought his grandson into the yard, he saw that the witch's face was still red as she lowered her head and fiddled with the occult materials on the ground.

Mr. Richie had a fan stuck behind his back and was looking at himself with his arms folded. His eyes were full of resentment.

Feeling Liu Yonglu's unfriendly gaze, the old witch doctor's heart skipped a beat. What did that mean? Did he see through his undercover identity?
(End of this chapter)