rune hunter

Chapter 75 The Truth Society

When the big tree in the yard fell slowly during the conflict between the two, Bart slipped quietly to the farthest corner with his waist down.It's also hard for him, a strong man over two meters tall, to be able to hide himself behind the kennel without showing his trace.Many people are confused by his strong and burly body, but they don't know that this guy is a real thief.

This superficial stealth technique naturally cannot escape El's eyes. In fact, even during the most intense fight, he has always paid two attentions to the big black man.Compared with the silver swordsman whose origin is unknown in front of him, he and Bart have more accounts to settle.

"Are you coming out by yourself or do you want me to do it?" El rubbed the muscles that had just grown under his ribs, and shouted towards the kennel in the corner.As soon as he finished his words, Bart jumped out with a whoosh, and trotted to El's side with a flattering smile on his face. His biggest characteristic is that he is as slippery as a loach, and he is proficient in such abilities as bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and adapting to the wind. , which formed a strong contrast with his mighty appearance.

"My lord, this is all a misunderstanding. I'm just a coward leading the way. Don't be as knowledgeable as me." Bart rubbed his hands and nodded.He was a completely different person from his fierce and domineering appearance before.

"What do I ask and what do you say? If you dare to tell a lie, I will beat you to death." Al raised his fist as big as a sand bowl and threatened.

"Don't dare, just ask me if you have anything you want to know." Bart shook his head like a rattle, raised his finger to the sky and swore a poisonous oath to the three gods enshrined in the city.But El is very clear about this guy's nature, which is just listening.

"What's the origin of this guy?" El asked, pointing to the comatose Luthor.

"He is a distinguished guest from the capital. I heard that he is an imperial envoy of His Majesty the King. He is just an accompanying guard." Bart said honestly: "The boss asked me to accompany this gentleman to walk around the street and buy some souvenirs."

"Have you bought the local products here?" El snorted coldly, knowing in his heart that he must be playing tricks.He still remembered that the first time he visited Powell with the old businessman, the old man once said that he had contributed to the matter in Bart.But I didn't expect that Bart's backstage boss was really tough enough to fish this guy out of prison.

"Who is your boss?" El asked in a deep voice.

Bart rolled his eyes, lowered his head and said, "I'm now working for Master Bajar in the west of the city."

El slapped him on the bald head, knocking him back, "I'm asking your real boss! Believe it or not, I'll crush you to death right now."

"No, no, no, I didn't understand." Bart walked forward with a bitter face, and whispered a name in El's ear with a voice like a mosquito.

El nodded pretendingly. He didn't know the important people in the city at first, so he naturally had no impression of the name.

"Who is the Earl Snake he's talking about?" El asked casually.

"Earl Snake? Earl Snake is the imperial envoy." Bart said.

"Imperial envoy? What does it look like?"

"do not know."

"I don't know?" El grabbed Bart's head, patted his face and smiled, "Don't you know again?"

"My lord, don't misunderstand me, how can I, an unknown person like me, have the qualifications to meet the imperial envoy?" Bart wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and said quickly, "Let's not talk about the imperial envoy, even being a dog for the imperial envoy's dog is not easy. "

"Well, then you should at least know where our imperial envoy is now." El asked, knocking on Bart's forehead.

"The imperial envoy has gone to the front line to inspect." Bart said bluntly.

"You mean that Earl Snake went to the barracks?" El asked in disbelief, "Don't he know that Istaron is fighting bugs?"

"That adult ran over excitedly just after hearing the news." Bart also looked helpless: "Who knows what's going on in the heads of these big men?"

"Very well, I see." El nodded, pointing to the unconscious Luther and said: "You can take this guy away, but remember to tell the owner of his house, that is Earl Snake, when I have Time will settle accounts with him."

"Thank you, sir, for your mercy." Bart laughed hurriedly. Since the other party's tone did not show any respect for the imperial envoys from the capital, there must be something to rely on. It is difficult to explain the filth among these big figures. He There is no need to mix in this small shrimp.

As for the so-called time to settle accounts, it's fine to just listen to what you say in this kind of scene, and talking too much may not be beneficial.

After he carried Luther on his back and ran away in despair, Master Powell poked his head out cautiously from his room, and yelled at Al: "Stinky boy! What have you ruined my yard?" !"

"Why didn't you come out to persuade the fight just now?" El responded angrily.When he was fighting Luther, Bart hid in a corner to avoid the limelight, and Master Powell didn't even say a word, hiding in his room like a dead man.

The power of the silver rank is enough to cut mountains and rocks, and wherever the two of them pass, the whole yard is as messy as if it was blown by a typhoon.Master Powell has been an old fritter for a long time, so naturally he won't run out to make trouble.

"Since the death of the previous head of the White Lion family, the king has never sent an imperial envoy to Eastalon. Now that such an incomprehensible guy suddenly came over, it seems that he is not a good person."

The old man didn't care about his eavesdropping on the corner, and he didn't seem to care much about the loss in his yard. Instead, he became worried for the White Lion family.

The natives of Istaren have a strong sense of belonging to this city. Even if they suffer some losses, it is not as important as the overall interests of Istaren.This inexplicable sense of belonging may be derived from the militarized management and rule left over from the pioneering period, just like the deep feelings of soldiers for their own legion.

"I don't know if he is a bad person, but your granddaughter is about to die." El sighed and said, "As far as I know, Laurana may be with this Snake tonight." The earl had dinner with her, and it was personally recommended by her teacher."

"What? That's impossible!" Powell was taken aback, shaking his head again and again: "Don't be kidding, that old ghost Stephen has only found such a disciple who can inherit all his mantle all these years, and he treats the little girl better than his own son. She showed her face?"

"Master Stephen also likes to find a man to sleep with his own son?" El said jokingly.

"Fart your family! That's another matter." Powell was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at his eyes, and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at El's feet. He scratched his head in distress, his face full of confusion: "It shouldn't be, Who is that important person, Earl Snake? Is there any important person in the royal capital worthy of the eyes of that old ghost Stephen? Wait a minute, is it... the Truth Society?"

His voice of talking to himself suddenly stagnated, and the expression on his face gradually changed from confusion to seriousness.

"What would the truth be?" El asked curiously, "Is it stronger than the king's authority?"

He once heard from Laurana that Master Stephen had devoted himself to learning for decades, and rejected His Majesty King Oakland's invitation several times.Even so, the royal family still respected Master Stephen.As an authoritative expert in the line of alchemy, he is an important treasure in himself, completely ignoring the attitude of secular kingship.

But now, he suddenly paid attention to an imperial envoy of the royal family, which made El couldn't help but suspect the real identity behind the imperial envoy of Earl Snake.

Obviously, Master Powell also knew the reason, but these old men like to hide their secrets and don't let go easily.

"If it's the messenger of the Truth Society, then it's no wonder..." Powell took a big puff of cigarette, turned his head, and looked at El with sharp eyes. "Stinky boy, you have caused a lot of trouble this time."

"Is it me who is in trouble...or Laurana?" El sneered and looked at the old man.

"You're all going to be in trouble! And you're in big trouble!" Powell snorted, turned and walked into his room: "Come with me, I'll show you something."

(End of this chapter)