The Legend of Fatality

Hearing Bian's words, Miya Lala gritted her teeth, inhaled, and exhaled deeply. Then, she painfully reached behind her head to unlock the mask. Letting it fall on his knees, Miyara felt a little embarrassed. But she can no longer hide her secret identity. Not in this room anyway.

"How long have you known?" After a while, Mia Lala asked after she recovered.

"It's easy to guess this, Your Highness. When I learned about the Rib City, or according to the custom here-the City of Queens, a knight who suddenly used the products of the Fatalin Association suddenly appeared." Mia in the discourse Lala's title sounds rather ridiculous than respectful. "After all, the mask can't hide anything. Of course, there are not many buyers of these" products. "

Miya Lala didn't believe Bai En's words, she did a lot of measures to hide her identity. The other party knows his identity so easily, and it is likely that there are spies inserted by the Fatalin Association beside him. In particular, Dean, the newly appointed chief of the other party, seemed to like buying and installing secret agents everywhere on Fatalin Island.

"I think Amen Cannon sent you here?" Mia Lara said casually, posing as if she put both boots on the table. "What new ideas do you have? Come to find an excuse to get my property? Or are you going to find me the most politically advantageous husband?"

"By the way, if the object of the marriage is you, I refuse." Miyalala scornfully skimmed Bai En and added.

Bai En ignored Miya Lala's provocation. "The war is about to start again."

Miyala's feet fell heavily on the floor. "What? When? How?"

At the beginning of the war, there will always be various wars in this world, but there is only one war related to the Fatalin Association and the Rib City-King Margarita is ready to wage the war to unify Istana. There are too many expectations for this war, and Miyallara is undoubtedly one of them.

"No," Miyala stood up and said. "Too fast, they can't—"

"Please sit down," Bai En said lightly. "I know you must be shocked."

Miya Lala thought to herself that it was far from shock. Here, Miyala thought she had been arrested-she might have to crawl out of the dungeon. Although that kind of thing is very troublesome, as a true ruler of the city, it is not difficult.

But now Bian told Miyallala that the war was about to begin. There is no doubt that she needs to fulfill the agreement between the two parties. But there is no need to panic. Maybe they just need my advice to join this war.

Miyallala glanced at Bai En, who looked sympathetic to her. Miya Lala has never seen such an expression on his face. Miyallala needs more time to think, so she asked, "Why haven't I heard that the war is about to break out?"

"Because that was the news we received only a few days ago," Bai En said. "The committee knows, but we have not announced to the other forces on the island. Until we find you."

"Don't be so happy first," Miyala said as she continued to pace. "What is the source of the message?"

"A king's letter," said Bai En. "Same as you think."

"Damn," Miyallala cursed.

The room began to become silent, only Mia Lala's voice pacing.

"I'm curious," Bai En changed the subject and broke the silence. "This is your city, isn't it? Why are you dressed like this, is it because of a hobby or something?"

"What you really want to ask is why I don't cut off all of their heads, do they?" Miyara said angrily. He said more angrily after seeing Bian nod. "The Rib City is not Fatalin City, and there are not so many mages to maintain order and act as a deterrent."

"Of course, it's more because the city is full of mercenaries, adventurers, criminals and slaves." Miyallala continued exaggeratedly, "Oh, there are no slaves anymore, because the great Amengannon is liberated All slaves. "

"If you don't plan to cut off their heads, you can at least throw them into prison." Bai En said nonchalantly.

"Yeah, yeah. Then what will only be left in my city?" Mia Lara waved her arms in the air with exaggeration, as if she was facing a fool. "I can't manage the whole city by myself, and the three judges in the city, one is the nobleman who fled because of crime, damn, the place he came to will not even be convicted of the nobleman for killing him. One is because he is too A scammer who has been 'famous' and unable to scam, but he is the person in the city who is most familiar with the law. "

"The last one was a serious judge, but like all the" serious "judges, he was more interested in the golden coins." Miyallala swept the things on the table to the ground very angrily. "Most of my people and those around me are mercenaries, and 'mercenaries' are equivalent to 'criminals' in most parts of the world."

Miya Lala turned around and stared straight at Bae.

"If I don't use this **** 'mask', these obscene blanks will destroy my city. This 'mask' can intimidate the group of bastards, at least let them converge, and give me more time to renovate here. "Miya Lala sighed," I need more money to build the city. More people can bring me more money. Of course, I also hope that this group of people can be honest. "

"It sounds like pig farming." Bai En interjected suddenly.

Miya Lala stared at Bai En with staring eyes, and she didn't expect him to say this suddenly. After a while, she burst out laughing. "Yes, it's a bit like raising pigs. When it gets fat, I will kill them and raise a new batch."

"Whatever you want to raise them, this is what the Fatalin Society needs you to prepare for this war." Bai En put on a serious expression and handed Miyala a roll of parchment.

"I wish I had a small sip when I drank porridge in the morning, and I choked to death." Miya Lara said with a grimace after reading the list. "Well, if I were to die, it must have died on the tip of the knife, and died while fighting for my city or myself."

After listening, Bai En said: "We are taking preventive measures. I promise we will not let anything happen to you."

"I believe you have said the same thing to others." Miya Lala pulled back her chair and sat back. "I can provide these materials, but the soldiers cannot. I need to have enough manpower to ensure the normal operation of the city."

"Miya Lala, your past achievements tell everything." Bai En nodded. "I believe that when the war begins, we will see more soldiers."

"No ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ No." Miyala's eyes turned to the man leaning against the wall. "I will not participate in this war, at least not in person. I will send someone to represent me, and he will take all the soldiers I can provide."

Bai En frowned, which did not meet his expectations. Miya Lara, who made a fortune in the last war, would not personally participate in this new war. This made Bai En feel very suspicious.

"You don't have any better options," Miyallala noticed Bai's expression. "I can refuse your request. Now I don't like this throne too much."

Bai En's eyes were fixed on Mia Lala, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the mask. "So, you have been here, protecting the city."

"This is my mistake. If I knew it would become so troublesome, I would rather only have money." Miyara said after looking away.

"Really?" Bai En said meaningfully.

"Okay, I'll send half of the fighters requested above." Miyallala finally succumbed. "But I won't go in person, and this is the limit of how I can send soldiers."

"Yes," Bai En thought for a while, and finally nodded in agreement. "But we are now going to the city of Fatalin. The Fatalin Parliament will be held soon. You need to attend." He said as he got up and walked to the door, putting his hand on the door handle. "Before you face Parliament, you need to rest and be prepared."

I need more time—to escape, and no one can force me to do anything, Mia Lala thought to herself. "Can I have a little time to pack my things?"

"Give you a chance to escape?"

Miya Lala noticed that the **** actually smiled.

"Do you really think I'm so stupid?" Bai En said with a smile.