The Legend of Fatality

Tangul looked around the dark room. He felt exposed to the surface world, standing so high above the ground. He looked out of the only window and then looked at the straw mat again. The bonebreaker stood at the door with his back arched and stretched out his big claws.

They stood in the dark for nearly two hours, and still no trace of prey. He flicked his tail in frustration. Where is that stupid human? Why is he not sleeping where he should be? They are all the same, wasting their time on alcoholism and debauchery. They should be replaced by superior nations. He vowed to make this mankind pay for wasting the precious time of a prophet.

He no longer has time to waste here. He had to meet von Hallstatt to check the arrangements made for the Countess's homecoming ball. It is now time to reveal to him that the guest of the Countess Emmanuelle, the new emperor ’s own brother-in-law, is a hidden aberration, and worse, he is also the new lover of the countess.

Neither of these things is true, but this is not important. Importantly, when von Halstad kidnapped and tortured Graf, the news spread. The war will erupt between Heidelberg and the rest of the Marnudi Empire. The new emperor will not be able to endure the insult of his brother-in-law being tortured by the secret police as the countess of the elector, especially if the elector publicly voted for others. Civil war will erupt. One of the great kingdoms of mankind will fall into anarchy. The power of the rat people will increase. Thinking of this, Tangul was so excited that he had to use some powdered magic stone powder snuff to calm his nerves. The medicine was boiling in his brain, filling him with a beautiful imagination of torture, bloodshed, and pain.

The sound of footsteps from the stairs pulled him out of contemplation. He nodded to the bonebreaker. Someone knocked on the door tentatively. "Mr. Bai En, it's me, Mrs. Zolin. It's time to pay the rent!"

Before Tangul had time to respond, the bonebreaker opened the door and dragged the old woman in. "Mr. Bai En, there is no need to be so rude!" This was the last sentence Mrs. Zolin said before the bonebreaker tore her throat.

Well, at least he didn't have to eat the mutant mouse for the next three hours, the Prophet thought. He waited for the bonebreaker to finish his meal.

"Come on, come on, we have something else elsewhere," Tangul said to him. They went to the sewer to meet von Hallstatt.

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"Successful, human!" Guerrerogan cried, knocking on the wall again, confirming it. He nodded proudly. "I found the channel, otherwise my mother is a monster!" Bai En thought, I dare not bet this, but he still hid this idea. He watched the dwarf put down his axe and began to search the brick wall with his fingers.

"It's a very good job. Hidden well. I have to say, it's estimated to be the dwarf. No wonder I missed it a few days ago. That idiot must pay a team of dwarves to help him dig the tunnel, and then let them swear Keep a secret. If I am right, the channel switch is here. "

His strong and strong fingers pressed against a brick. It got stuck in the wall. At this time there was a slight friction sound, as if the fully balanced weights were moving. A section of wall slides backwards. Bai En saw a small porch and a metal ladder. Guerrerogan turned around and smiled, revealing the gums of his missing teeth. He looked really happy. "This is a beautiful job. The guy must have distanced me, and then turned the corner and drilled in. No wonder I couldn't find him. My eyes were choked with gas."

"There's no need to make excuses, Gray Logan." Bai En said lightly.

"There is no excuse, humans. I just want--"

"Bai En, are we going to stand here all night, or are you going to look around?" Rudy interrupted Grerogan.

"I?"

"Well, it's all your idea." Bai En saw the uneasiness in Rudy's face. This big man is afraid of entering such an important citizen's home, perhaps because he is afraid of being convicted of burglary and the like. This is not surprising, Bai En thought. He was a ditch worker, but he was barely a member of the city guard. He has been catching criminals in the sewers for the past ten years, and he is not one of them.

"Are you going to do this, man, or me?" When thinking of the dwarf walking around, Bai En immediately acted. He remembered what Falheim said, and there were guards of the temple guards on it. He didn't like the prospect of the dwarf being discovered by them.

"I'll check it out first," he said, "I will tell you if it's safe."

When Bai En climbed the ladder to the top, he held his breath and looked around. The ladder appeared in another small room with only one door. This road leads to a large wine cellar.

When Bai En entered the cellar, he looked back and found a wine rack hanging on the door, so when the door was closed, it was almost invisible. Bane checked the label on one of the bottles. He blew away the dust, revealing one of Palavion ’s best vineyards, the sign of De Gurrie.

"Some people have expensive tastes," he said to himself. Maybe when the matter is over, he can get some wine back from here. After all, Falheim bought the best restaurant in order to reach the local high-level. Presumably these wines can easily erase his arrears. When he was cranky and heard the ladder behind him crunching, he quickly turned around and pulled out his sword. Guerrerogan's head came out of the door.

"Don't pee yourself, man, it's me," Grerogan said. Rudy appeared from behind. "Okay, let's go to the house and see if we can find our friend, the Chief Judge."

"There is no sound above. This place sounds empty." Guerrerogan said.

"I hope so."

"I want to stay here," Rudy said. "And make sure that your retreat route is covered."

Bai En shrugged. This method may be better than a big man rushing on it. "Then you stay here."

Bai En walked carefully to the stairs and adjusted the lantern to the narrowest aperture, revealing only the weakest light.

"I told you that the house is empty," Grerogan repeated.

Bai En had to admit that it seemed that the dwarf was right. Where are the temple warriors? Where are the servants?

"The guard is most likely in the guardhouse. But where are the servants? There should be some in such a large place."

"I guess you will know sooner or later."

"Yes."

Bai En gently put his feet on the stairs. When it creaked under his weight, his backbone shuddered. He paused and held his breath. No one came to investigate.

"Why are you so quiet, human? There is no one here."

"I don't know. Maybe it's just because this is not my house. I don't care that I am like a criminal, but I worry about attracting guards. Why are you talking so quietly?

"That's because you are a criminal. Of course, me too. Let's search this place to see what we can find. You go upstairs. Give it to me below."

It wasn't until the dwarf walked away quietly that Bane noticed that Grerogan was also moving quietly. Bai En continued to go upstairs, hoping that the stairs would not make a creaking sound.

In the bedroom, Bane closed the light hole of the lantern completely, then pulled down the curtain to look out. He glanced at a large walled courtyard below, and he could see the street outside through the high wall. A gate leads to the courtyard. On the left side of the square is a stable and carriage house; on the right is a small barracks and a toilet for servants. The square is lined with old oak trees. There was a sentry: the sentries were all tall and blond, fully armed, and covered with a white fur on their shoulders. A man came out of the porter and walked through the courtyard.

Bai En was worried that the man might come in, but he soon turned around and walked towards a small barrack beside the stable. Bai En slowly pulled the curtain back into place, and then let himself exhale.

No, it ’s okay to be caught here. Those Ulrich temple warriors have always been known for their fierceness, their ferocity is comparable to dwarves, at least there is a whole team of temple warriors.

Bai En crept up and started searching the whole house. When he found the locked door, the most appropriate way was to force open it. He took out the dagger, pried it apart, and went in. He found himself in a place that reminded him of the account room in the warehouse where he was preparing for the war before the Istana war, or the archive in the library in the black tower.

This is a large room with an oak table in the middle, large enough to hold a party. There are hundreds of file cabinets lined up on the wall. He opened a copy at random, and pulled a thick file from it, the words on it were very clear ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He glanced at it, he remembered the name of the countess and a few pieces of paper, above Some of her more famous lovers. There is also a branch that deals with suspected aberrations in her family. Many sources are cited.

What caught Bain's attention were the "our most special sources" and "friends below us" mentioned therein. He picked up another file and read it carefully. There are similar references. One of them mentioned that a certain Slazinger must disappear. The files are arranged in alphabetical order. He couldn't resist this temptation.

He first searched for the file named Bai En, which is probably uncommon. When he found the name of a baker with the same name in the commercial street, he found the file that recorded himself. The content above was not much. Most of the content was his criminal acts in the Marnudi Empire. Part of it was when he took risks The unlucky egg encountered, part of Bai En suspected that he could not find the murderer and deliberately planted a crime on his head. There is also a wanted portrait of him at the bottom, which depicts a fierce bearded man. Bai En sighed at this, and then he began searching for the Fatalin Association in the second attempt, but it does not seem to be a record of the organization. So he started looking for a file about Falheim, which mentioned how obedient Falheim was, and mentioned that he was a very intelligent and reliable person who generously maintained the civil order for the countess Fund contributions.

Bai En put the file back and started looking for records about various organizations. It took him some time, but thanks to the excellent filing of the chief judge, he found the file about the Fatalin Association. A few pages of information that are clearly known, seeing his own name mentioned above. He continued reading.