Diablo Destruction

The waiting time was meaningless. After finally waiting for the day of the appointment with Princess Sanwu, I couldn't wait to give her to Ryan. I thought I had kicked the trouble away, but Ryan behaved businesslikely. The official's face told me that even if this matter was handled by him, I still couldn't get away like this. No matter as the "mastermind" of this operation or as the top leader, I had the obligation to pay attention until until this operation is successfully concluded.

God bless, the entire Western Kingdom is now in chaos. The group of degenerates probably have no fun after the god’s birthday. Now they are working extra hard to cause trouble. Just sitting in the bar casually, "Which unlucky adventurer?" News such as "The team was attacked" and "Which poor village was looted" have been spread all over the world. The task assigned to me by Akara made me sit up and down like a red-hot iron plate stuck to my butt. It's uneasy, and now I can't escape because of this situation. The burning brow is no longer enough to describe my anxiety. If I have to say it, it's like squatting in the toilet with constipation but no paper. There happens to be an extremely important phone call outside. Constantly urging me, with a desperate mood that everything is over, ignoring the phone and squatting inside to feel comfortable, or bravely holding my buttocks and running out to answer the phone, this may be my biggest test since coming to the Dark Continent.

Another thing that makes me unhappy is the attitude of the Sanwu Princess. She always covers her face with a veil in a serious manner, and her eyes rarely show any emotion. I guess even the mature Akara can't even think of dealing with her. She watched my words carefully, and after learning that I had left the next thing to Ryan, she didn't even show any surprise. Does that mean she's crazy or confident?

A few days later, Ryan, who was addicted to chatting with Princess Sanwu, seemed to finally remember that someone like me existed, and he called me over. He coughed a few times, showing his business-like seriousness.

"Ahem, Sir Elder, we have already reached a consensus on this action, but..."

"Grandpa Ryan, don't whet my appetite, tell me quickly." I urged impatiently.

"Okay. Then I'm not polite. This action is like this..."

Ryan didn't know that he pulled out a scroll about one meter long from the bookshelf and spread it out on the table. It was densely marked with some symbols and lines. After taking a closer look, I was surprised to judge that this should be a map. Something like that.

"So that's it."

After a while, I looked at the map on the table, lowered my head and thought deeply. Although the whole plan was careful and complicated. But what the adventurer has to do is very simple, and now everything is ready, all we need is our stock wind.

"As expected of Grandpa Ryan, there is no flaw. If it can go as expected. Maybe it can really be done without any effort."

I sighed with sincerity, this ginger is indeed still spicy. If it were me, I probably wouldn't be able to make it so detailed and perfect even if my brain is exhausted.

"This is not my fault. It was the princess's idea from the beginning to the end. I couldn't find any loopholes. If it were me, I wouldn't have been able to plan such a thorough plan. It's really scary."

Ryan smiled and stroked his white beard, mocking himself as if he had died on the beach.

In my mind, I couldn't help but recall Princess Sanwu's confident eyes, her calm indifference and calmness at that moment. Did she finally prove her strength with actions? Why are there so many incredible people around me? Can't I do something more ordinary to satisfy my vanity?

"Grayz has come to our side and promised to provide us with some assistance. In order to avoid suspicion and keep it secret as much as possible, our alliance will not provide any form of assistance this time. We can only let you go alone. I believe that with your The strength is enough, we just need to pay more attention to those few people."

"No problem, if that's the case. Then they were my main target for coming to Lu Gaoyin this time. I can kill two birds with one stone."

I squinted my eyes and said, I'm not shy. It actually made me miserable. Just wash your necks and wait patiently.

"The princess hasn't left yet. She is resting in the guest room next door. Do you want to see her?"

Ryan suddenly asked.

"Well, it's good to communicate before taking action." I nodded.

"Huo Huo - it's good to be young."

When I was led away by the servants, Ryan let out an ambiguous laugh that was old and disrespectful, and whispered something softly. It seems that this old man is not a peaceful master. This is like brother, like brother. ?

In the neat and tidy guest room, Princess Jasmine is sitting quietly on a chair next to the low table. Her exaggerated hat like a giant bun is still eye-catching. She is wearing a snow-white and simple close-fitting robe, which makes her petite body look even more attractive. Exquisite and exquisite.

She sat there with her eyes closed as if concentrating. She held up the porcelain cup with both hands and took a sip of hot tea. Her whole person exuded a calm and peaceful aura. Just looking at the background, she might have thought she was an old lady. Making Kung Fu tea.

It seemed that I had nothing to say. I sat opposite her and stared at her curiously. She was not shaken by my hot gaze at all, as if I didn't exist. Those empty and indifferent eyes seemed to be from another world. Observing the things around you, it would be foolish to be more patient than this Sanwu princess. If physiological factors are excluded, she can definitely look at each other silently with you until the end of time.

"Is this really okay?"

After a long time, I couldn't help but ask aloud.

Any questions?

She looked at me and tilted her head slightly. She didn't make a sound, but she miraculously conveyed this meaning to me.

"The other person is your father. Even if he really succeeds, even if he really knows that you are doing it for his own good, do you think he will forgive you?" I asked in a deep voice. Once there is a gap between people, It will never be recovered. Even if they understand each other in the end, they may not necessarily be able to reconcile.

"Nothing, this is the most perfect result of calculation."

His petite body trembled slightly before he replied calmly. It seems that she is not as emotionless as she appears, maybe she is just introverted, shy, and doesn't even know how to express her feelings. As an otaku, I have had such experiences in my original world. It's just not nearly as serious as hers.

"..."

She refused to express her feelings, and I seemed unable to say anything. From then on, we never said a word. The whole room was quiet, except for the sound of her occasionally sipping and pouring tea. Until the full pot of tea was finished, she suddenly stood up and poured her tea with her little hands. Smoothing the hem of her snow-white skirt.

"Tomorrow night. I'll wait for you."

After leaving these words without looking back, her figure disappeared outside the door.

I shook my head, glanced blankly at the empty tea cup, and left Ryan's house soon, tomorrow night. It was Ryan's agreed moment of action.

It’s a murderous night with a dark moon and high wind.

The sky was shrouded in pitch black. I looked up and saw that the surrounding area seemed to be tightly covered by a black bag. The occasional sparks and sounds made the atmosphere of darkness and silence more vivid. It made people feel lonely, as if I was the only one left in the world. The night in the desert was very cold and the wind was strong. I tightened the buckle on my cloak and stepped out of the dark hotel door.

Following the directions on the map, I came to a desolate square, located in a dilapidated temple. Because its reputation is so small, few people come here, but they dare not tear it down and be accused of blasphemy. Therefore, this small temple has always been located in this remote corner, and few people know that there are only A few poor monks and some children nearby may often play here, but it is night now. These little guests have already gone home.

And now. Deep in the square, which should have been dark and silent, there was a faint flicker of fire. As soon as he got close, there was a soft shout.

"who?"

Several tall mercenaries raised their torches and greeted me, looking at me warily.

"Don't panic, we are one of our own."

A deep male voice sounded, and the voice came from a man in black who was protected by mercenaries not far away. He gestured towards me slightly.

He should be what Ryan said was the "organizer" of this operation.

Next to him, there was a man who was as fat as a ball of meat. Looking at it in the firelight, he was dressed in expensive clothes. It should be said that he was very luxurious. He was the kind of noble man who was pampered and pampered at a glance. .

"Prince Aziz, this is the master we invited."

The "organizer" waved me forward and introduced.

Prince? I took a look at this chubby meat ball. The outline was indeed somewhat similar to Jie Hein, but the image... Can this kind of person really replace Jie Hein? Although I have confidence in Ryan and the three-no princess, I can't help but have a big question mark in my heart. Is this kind of man who can be immediately classified as a corrupt official with just one glance qualified to become a king?

After controlling Jehein, if the group of dragons is left without a leader, the entire Western Kingdom will definitely fall into civil strife. Neither the Adventurer Alliance nor Princess Sanwu are willing to see this happen, so they must control it after To immediately elect a new monarch, there is one method that is most suitable, that is, the legendary usurpation. Choosing a suitable candidate to overthrow Jehain and replace him will not only immediately solve the problem of leaderless people , and can better conceal the fact that the Adventurers Alliance is involved.

Therefore, it is crucial that this suitable candidate is not only ambitious, but also capable. At least he can quickly settle the various troubles and disputes after the usurpation of the throne, and can manage the entire western kingdom well in the future.

This Princess Sanwu's calculations are very clear. If this fat man really has this ability, as a prince, he will not only be able to quickly coordinate all kinds of troubles caused by usurping the throne, but also continue to continue the royal family's bloodline and status.

The so-called "organizer" in front of me is the person in charge of provoking this ambitious prince. As for the method and how to make the other party believe it, it is not within my scope of consideration, even if I don't trust him. Princess Sanwu, you should also trust Ryan. I only need to do my own thing well. Since I leave the matter to him, I must maintain full trust in him. Do not trust those who employ, and do not trust those who doubt. This is a matter of principle.

This middle-aged man named Prince Aziz had a friendly smile on his fat face. He wanted to pat me on the shoulder, but seeing my cold look, his hand suddenly froze in mid-air, but he He quickly reacted and adjusted his hat with his hand in mid-air to cover up his embarrassment, but he did not express his anger at my indifference.

Fortunately, at least he's not that stupid pig. I made a comment in my mind and nodded slightly at him as a greeting.

"Everyone is here. Without further ado, let's set off." The organizer looked at the time and then whispered in the prince's ear.

"okay."

Prince Aziz took a deep breath, and his fat body trembled with his movements. He looked a little nervous, but he quickly controlled his emotions and smiled again.

"My lord, everything goes well."

Surrounded by more than a dozen mercenaries, we slowly moved forward in the direction of the palace. The organizer who was slightly lagging behind secretly bowed respectfully next to me.

"Well, you can do whatever you want. I'm only responsible for fighting." I looked straight ahead and replied in a low voice.

After he left, within a few steps, I felt my cloak being pulled from behind. When I turned around, I saw a petite figure dressed as a mercenary standing behind me.

"Why are you here? Didn't you agree?"

Although she was covered by a cloak, I could still tell who she was at a glance. According to the plan, wasn't she supposed to wait quietly? If Prince Aziz discovers this, the operation will be over. The king's daughter will let others usurp the throne. Who would believe such a ridiculous fact?

She clutched my cloak tightly, biting her lips until they turned white, and her petite body instantly exuded a delicate aura.

In any case, she is only a fifteen-year-old girl. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but touch her head through the cloak and hat. Unfortunately, she didn't wear her big hat that was soft and felt great. I really wanted to wear it again. Touch it.

"Are you worried about us?"

I was walking side by side with her and suddenly said softly.

Her steps suddenly paused, then she continued to follow my pace.

Although she didn't respond, I was already sure that this was the case. She didn't fully believe us when we agreed to spare her father's life, so she followed us at the risk of the plan failing.

Although her personality is a little weird, she is indeed a good girl. I chuckled.

In the darkness, she seemed to be grasping a life-saving straw, holding my cloak tightly with her little hands, stumbling close to me, as helpless as a lost child.