From the Dungeon, Slaughter the Demon Apostle

Lordel bowed and replied:

"Yes, my subordinates patrolled last night. When they passed by the patriarch Boer's family, they found someone sneaking out of it. Recently, there was a shortage of food in the tribe. The subordinates thought it was a thief, so they planned to take it away and lock it up for a few days. They were ready to torture, but they found out The other party was Captain Pissman's personal entourage, he faltered and hampered his speech, and was very suspicious, so his subordinates tied him up and found a letter without a seal on him."

With that said, Lordel handed a letter to Elder Tim, took a few steps back, and continued:

"After reading the content, the subordinate felt that the matter was quite serious, so he planned to ask the captain Pissman to question him, but he didn't want Pissman to turn his face on the spot and want to kill the subordinate and then quickly. Fortunately, the subordinate had already prepared and escaped. When Pissman arrived, he immediately summoned his cronies, intending to occupy the escort, intending to rebel, but fortunately, Elder Blank passed by, and then subdued him, and then his cronies were also under control."

"Um…"

Tim nodded and glanced at Blank. Blank nodded with a cold face, and the elders gasped. They didn't expect such a serious thing to happen, and they, members of the elders, didn't know it.

Elder Tim opened the envelope, looked at it for a moment, then snorted angrily, threw the letter on the conference table, and said coldly:

"Everyone take a look."

Cade picked up the letter with some doubts, and read it, but the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, the more frightened he was, his hand shook, and the letter fell to the ground.

At first, he was sure that this must be framed by someone, but the moment he picked up the letter, his heart turned cold. It turned out that he wrote the letter at all.

It's just that this is a correspondence letter between him and a certain apostle's confidant last month. They agreed that on the first day of each month, when Pisman, the captain of the tribe's guard, escorted the tribe to a nearby town to collect food, Send the letter to the other party's connector, so when Rodel was telling the process, he was convinced that this was a conspiracy, because today has just reached the middle of the month.

However, when he saw the content of the letter, he immediately understood that his little tricks had been clearly grasped by others, but it was only now that he started to settle the matter.

It is definitely too late to run now, and he has tried his best to arrange the personnel into the tribal guard. It seems that they have been cleaned up, and now it seems that they have reached the end of the mountain.

The more he thought about it, the more guilty he became, and the more guilty he became, the more fearful he became. Cade's legs trembled unconsciously, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, his legs softened, and he sat down on the chair weakly.

The elders who had read the letter were all silent, but they all looked at Cade with strange eyes. Among them, several elders bowed their heads in silence, occasionally looked up at Cade, and their fear disappeared.

"It seems that our Ter tribe needs to rectify and rectify..."

Elder Blank gritted his teeth and said, the cold words in the sacrificial hall were like the cold north wind in winter, blowing through the hearts of every elder.

In a blink of an eye, some elders with clear minds immediately understood some of the truths. This seemingly coincidental incident of Pisman's rebellion happened to be Elder Tim's most powerful answer. This is not only doubtful, it is true Is it a coincidence?

The next meeting of elders went extremely smoothly, and quickly passed Mok's proposal to be the captain again, and then dismissed the elders including Cade, and the bans were issued like snowflakes, and the tribal guard machines began to start. Made a quick response.

At this time, Patriarch Boer was sitting half-lying on the bed, with his eyes slightly closed, listening to the butler talking about the income and expenditure of his personal property in the town this month.

Since Ling Fei broke three ribs with a punch two months ago, he can only listen to the housekeeper's report on the bed like this, instead of going directly to the town to check the accounts, and to vent his anger at the foxy child he raised, Thinking of that vixen's soft and delicate waist like a spirit snake, and that smooth and smooth skin, Boer's face became strangely hot.

"Little goblin, I'm waiting for my brother to recuperate for a few days, and I will definitely satisfy you!"

Bohr was shouting in his heart, but his face was serious.

"Boom!"

The door was savagely knocked open, gusts of cold wind poured in, and Bohr couldn't help shivering.

Boer scolded displeasedly, "Who is it? Are there any rules? This is the patriarch's official residence..."

Halfway through his words, he got stuck in his throat, because the guards who broke into his house were a group of guards holding cold blades. When he saw the pair of cold eyes surrounding him, The gleaming sword made him feel fear unconsciously in his heart.

Barely suppressing the urge to run away, he asked displeasedly:

"You... you... where is your captain? Where is Pissman?"

Mo Ke walked in with a smile:

"Patriarch Boer, long time no see. Your literary talent is getting better and better now, and several dilapidated houses have become official residences. I admire Mo Ke~www.readwn.com~ Boer's face changed:

"Mo... Mork? Why are you? Where's Pisman?"

Mork leaned against the bed, picked up a grape from the fruit plate on the bedside of Pol, put it in his mouth, smashed it, and said:

"Pisman, he intends to rebel. He has already killed himself. I see, patriarch Boer, you should worry about yourself. This time, the evidence is solid. Ah, I forgot to say, under the order of the elders, arrest Naboer Patriarch Er, you go to the elders for a public trial."

After finishing speaking, Mo Ke's face gradually turned cold, and Sen Han ordered:

"Actually, I have endured you for a long time, take it away!"

The clansmen watched curiously as the guards took away one after another from the mansions in the village. The powerful people in the clan finally realized that the sky was about to change.

The purge was not limited to the Ter tribe, but the seven tribes loyal to the royal family were all cleaning up in a big or small way. With a tacit understanding, the cleanup did not spread beyond the tribe, nor did they notify the other seven tribes that were further away. .

Ling Fei lazily leaned against the corner of the living room of the cabin, watching Momo dancing and telling Grandma Qiao Fanny about the adventure and all kinds of magical experiences, the old lady smiled and listened to the vivid narration by her little granddaughter , and from time to time let out an exclamation of agreement.

The cleaning outside the house had nothing to do with the atmosphere in this room. Ling Fei put away his vigilant and sensitive nerves temporarily. He and Momo ate a whole ten yuan of the old lady's beef pie. Seeing them eating so happily, the old lady looked very happy.

Stretching, Ling Fei greeted the old lady with a smile, and planned to go into the house to sleep. He didn't intend to hinder the gathering of the grandparents and grandson, but he didn't expect the old lady to catch up and handed him a New comforter for the bed.