Hotel on the mountain

In early October 1801, in a luxurious building in the White City, several people wearing black robes and dragon-shaped masks were sitting at a round table.

They said nothing until the door to the secret room was pushed open, and a man wearing a purple formal suit, big ears, and a face like Sander Hill carved by the sculptor walked in.

Sander's expression showed no emotion or anger. He walked to a seat reserved for him in the center of the round table. After sitting down, he said directly: "Tell me, what is the plan?"

Someone in the round table crowd sneered "ha" and said mercilessly: "Wow, doesn't Tyrant Sander know how to say hello when he opens his mouth?"

Sander turned his eyes away and raised the corners of his mouth: "Then please allow me to introduce myself - my name is 'Sander Kill Your Whole Family'. Are you satisfied?"

The person who mocked at the beginning was not to be outdone: "In the past few months, half of your border army was disintegrated by the Hebrew Empire, and your psychic control medium was taken away. If you just come here now, then I think , if you know how to behave at this time, you should declare your allegiance to the Dragon God Cult here."

Sander put his two hands on the table, put them together, and said softly: "Oh, in that case, let me introduce myself again - my name is 'Sander Destroying Your Quanjiao'."

"That's enough." An authoritative old man with a short white beard on the round table spoke, "Sander Hill is the controller of the Midland District, and we must respect him. In the same way, I hope you, Sander, can do the same. Respect the people here, after all, we want to establish a cooperative relationship.”

"So, I came in and asked what the plan was." Xander smiled lightly.

The authoritative old man stretched out his hand to signal the man who was mocking at the beginning to speak. The man stood up. It could be seen that he had a slender figure and a beardless chin. Just listen to what he said: "According to the intelligence collected, the psychic control medium was brought to the Alpine Hotel in the New World, and the person in power behind it is Jetro Raya, the heir of the Raya family.

We once planned a targeting event, but it failed when we were about to leave. And we found out that the spirit gathering also appeared at the Alpine Hotel, but in the end it still failed.

We all failed at 'how to leave the New World'. We couldn't attack until we solved this problem, so we have been delaying it until now. "

Xander said: "So you have a solution now?"

The man with the beardless man responded: "Of course, we knew you couldn't provide an ocean-going vessel, so we got our own."

"Oh, you asked me to come here because you want to humiliate me?"

"Don't get me wrong, Sander, we don't do meaningless things." The old man with a white beard on his chin said, "The Dragon God Religion has a lot to do, and we can't spare anyone to go to the New World."

"So you're telling me you can't even afford to get out of a boat?"

"Six ships." The man without a beard spoke quickly, "I want you to remember, it is six ships, six ocean-going ships, equipped with complete weapons and equipment and charts. They will go down the coast and anchor in the original It’s Shuangdan Province where the Qiandai family is located.”

The old man motioned the beardless young man to sit down and took over the words: "The New World has no coastal defenses. We can control their ports with our fleet. When the time comes, our people will enter the Alpine Hotel and take away the things -

Your psychic control medium is returned to you, and the fragments of House Raya and House Chiyo are given to us.

But six ships need people to control them, and that's cooperation - Xander, we need your troops. "

Sander rested one hand on the armrest of the chair and rubbed his fingers. An unclear smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He squinted at the old man. After a while, he stretched out his hand and said, "Happy cooperation."

The atmosphere at the scene became much more relaxed, and everyone agreed: "It's a pleasure to work together."

…

“My brothers and sisters, we are gathered here today for a great purpose.

In the past few days, we have suffered from the scorn of the ants, but it does not matter, we destroyed a fortress without any effort. It's a pity that we were unable to rescue 'Shadow Swifter', but I think he should have gained the ultimate meaning of his life in the heaven of spiritual beings, and together with the other compatriots who went with him, they will live there without any worries. ——They no longer have to worry about the future of mankind. Ancient dragons, tyranny, poverty, everything is far away from them.

I say it again - we are not to envy our fellow citizens who are going to heaven. Because we walk on this earth just to enable more of our compatriots to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and to rule over all things in their lifetime. All our struggles are for the rise of spiritual beings. "

After a pause of words, many other voices hidden in the darkness began to rise and fall one after another, "For the great wish!" "For the spiritual people!" Their voices were loyal and fanatical. When the speaker stretched out his hand, the scene became quiet. .

His hands were strong and strong, with a gold ring set with a huge emerald on his index finger. He continued with his deep and resonant voice: "Now, we have been waiting for an opportunity - we have found three pieces of heaven, They are in the Alpine Hotel in the New World, and we learned that some ships of the Dragon God Church are anchored in Shuangdan Province. As the spiritual envoy of the Western Region of the Hebrew Empire, I need to send the strongest spiritual people among us to complete the task. This mission - to go to the New World and bring back the fragments of heaven."

"Me! Me! Me!"

The crowd shouted excitedly, but some people asked: "Master Spirit Envoy, are we going to rob the Dragon God Sect's ship?"

The speaker waved his finger and said: "No, they want to cooperate with us. Three fragments, the largest one for them, and the other two for us."

"Sir Spiritual Envoy, isn't the Dragon God Sect... our enemy?"

"Of course it's the enemy. So we chose the location in Shuangdan Province, which is now somewhat neutral.

It is difficult for the Dragon God Cult to develop in the Hebrew Empire, and we are also suppressed by them in the Great Chik Empire. The current cooperation is just a tentative plan for the sake of great wishes.

Haha, those guys from the Dragon God Sect definitely want to take it all for themselves. But don’t forget, we are spiritual beings, and we are a race that can destroy ancient dragons! What do the Dragon God Sect and the Alpine Hotel count? When you get the items, kill them all. "

The deep and resonant voice was filled with murderous intent, stimulating others to cheer loudly, as if everyone was a driving force that could determine the direction of the general trend.

…

Byrd, a ducal family in the southern territory of the Hebrew Empire.

The Great Southern Region is vast and sparsely populated. The main cities are concentrated in the northern coastal area. Further south, it is filled with scorching deserts. Cities are only built in places with oases. To the east, it is connected with Poirot. The empire is separated by a strait and a small stretch of desert.

Therefore, the Great Southern Region has been a very prosperous and stable area since the founding of the People's Republic of China. Its only enemies are some monsters that invade the territory from the desert further south.

Relying on the prosperous maritime trade and desert specialties, the Byrd family has become synonymous with wealth. There are dozens of manors and castles belonging to the Byrd family.

In a certain manor in the City of Eyebones, which is famous for its black market and pirates, a servant in livery ran quickly from the white marble corridor to the other end.

He stopped in front of a gate. He panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead. After trying to calm down his breath, he pressed his hands on the gate made of various precious metals and tried to push it open - it was strong enough to withstand Gu Long struck.

The servant in livery tried his best to push the door open, which made him curse in his heart whether the person who designed such a perverted door was mentally ill.

Normally, there should be dozens of people serving here, so the door can be easily pushed open, but Miss Feifei and Young Master Moore were at odds again. In a fit of anger, she removed the entire manor and prepared to make Young Master Moore die in bed. .

The servant didn't dare to think any more. He pushed open a crack in the door with his back and got in.

The interior is not dark, but rather empty and overly resplendent. The servant saw Young Master Moore, who was wearing pajamas, lying on a big bed big enough for dozens of people to run on, and called softly: "Young Master, this is a letter from Miss Feifei."

The eldest young master and the eldest young lady are both nicknames given to the siblings by the people of the southern border. They both have a hint of ridicule, but Feifei unexpectedly likes them.

So the eldest son, Moore, straightened his upper body and sat up, revealing his muscular chest and his messy hairstyle. His green eyes were obviously not awake yet, half-opening and looking at the servant beside the bed in the distance, without any energy. Said: "Oh, throw it over."

Moore's voice echoed twice in the room, and the servant skillfully threw the letter out like a paper airplane, landing firmly in Moore's hands. The latter slowly twisted the corner of the letter, opened it and read: "Get up, prepare to go to the New World, and take the latest woman I sent you."

Moore blinked twice and threw the letter aside. He fell down on the bed and rolled from the center to the edge of the bed. The servant had already taken the luxurious wheelchair and put it beside the bed to catch Moore. He was like this Pushing the eldest son out of the empty room.

When he reached the heavy door that could withstand the ancient dragon's blow, Moore knew that his servant would have difficulty pushing the door open, so he stretched out his hand and pressed it gently, and the door opened with a "bang" to the outside.

Mr. Moore is a super lazy man who doesn’t know what else to pursue in life.