Chapter 536

"Fuck you, it's not like labor and management haven't seen women before!"

The Rat King shook his head vigorously to wake himself up a little, then without hesitation he raised his military repeating crossbow and aimed it at the flute-playing figure in the distance.

Whoosh——

The crossbow arrow was fired.

But as soon as the scene flashed in front of the Rat King, he saw the expensive magic crossbow disintegrating in the air, and he couldn't even get ten steps closer to the figure.

"Damn it, let a magician of this level come to kill a mud-legged guy like me. As expected, the old ghost..."

Seeing that the crossbow he relied on to save his life failed for the second time today, the Rat King only had time to murmur a few words in a low voice.

Then, as the flute sounded turbulently, the light in front of him was distorted to a certain extent, and an invisible attack hit his chest accurately.

"puff……"

The Rat King was knocked away awkwardly and hit the wall behind him before falling to the ground slumped.

He coughed up bright red blood, a vague dent appeared in his chest, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken.

If the other party hadn't had the intention of taking his life, he would probably be a corpse now.

But even so, this was an extremely serious injury to the Rat King. As the strength in his body passed away, his vision even began to become blurred.

At the moment of death, countless scenes flowed before his eyes, including scenes of him kneeling respectfully in front of old ghosts, noble lords, and high-ranking figures, wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

There is also his hard work and short-term brilliance within the red line after he relied on his status as the "Emperor's confidant" to strengthen the Rat Club.

Finally, after going around and around, for some reason, the picture still stopped at the figure in the black dress and tall top hat.

"Ahem... Damn it, what am I foolishly imagining? It didn't appear at this time. I'm afraid it really won't appear."

The Rat King twitched the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating tone.

As the old ghost said, the so-called Dark Emperor is just his childish and naive expectation.

In this cold downtown area, he only deserves to die coldly, like countless rats dying in the gutter.

"It seems...this time...I lost the bet."

Not knowing whether he would regret the choice he made not long ago, the Rat King slowly closed his eyes.

Then……

"Sir, would you like a good game of poker?"

The Rat King opened his weak eyes forcefully and suddenly, constantly looking for something around him, but could only see a blurry figure standing beside him at some point.

He didn't say anything extra, he just took out the playing cards and randomly picked out two.

One in front of him.

One in front of him.

"The simplest size comparison, open!"

He turned over two playing cards.

In front of him is a King of Spades. This card is very big. If you draw this card, it means that it is basically difficult to lose.

And in front of him was an Ace of Hearts.

Than the highest card in size.

"Ah, I lost."

The Rat King heard him say:

"Congratulations, Mr. Sam, you won this bet."

74. Collision

In the streets not far from the river, a light mist drifts away with the breeze.

The ethereal sound of the flute lingered between the low houses, passing through the narrow and blocked paths, but lost its original target outside the arc of lightning flashes.

The Rat King, who was proudly patrolling his huge territory not long ago, was now as embarrassed as a rat about to die in the sewer, coughing up a few mouthfuls of dirty blood with minced meat.

"Ahem, you're late."

The Rat King found it difficult to even breathe.

But there was no longer the panic and fear on his face.

His eyes that were blurred due to serious injuries could not see clearly the appearance of the man, but he knew that the man must be wearing a black dress that blended wildness and solemnity, a tall hat on his head, and a deep and cold face.

His eyes were blue, like a lake, but in the depths of the lake, ice and fire were splashing.

"Spare me, my dear Sam."

Mu En tore open a precious magic scroll, filled with vitality flowing from it, and began to heal the Rat King's injuries:

"Belland is really too big. Even I will have to spend some time to find a way."

"Haha, you'd better lie to children like this. I don't believe you didn't send someone to monitor the movements in the lower city." The Rat King grinned forcefully and said with a smile.

"Don't tell me, I really don't have one."

Mu En shrugged.

He was not in Belland during this time, let alone monitoring.

At most, they just sent a few people from the Duke's Palace to watch and smuggle... no, just sell the old and inferior weapons accumulated in dad's warehouse to make pocket money.

Surveillance and all that, really thought too bad of him.

And he actually didn't fully grasp the idea of ​​​​the entire lower city, which would be too tiring.

There is no need.

"Yeah?"

The Rat King looked away.

"Since you said it, then let's take it that way."

"...There should be more trust between us, Sam."

Mu En took out a bottle of good wine, opened it thoughtfully, poured himself a glass, and handed it to the Rat King:

"Tell me what's going on now."

"..."

"Don't look at me like that. I just came back and I don't know much about many things."

"The other party is an old ghost."

The Rat King took the bottle and gulped down several big mouthfuls. The strong liquor flowed into his stomach, gradually warming up his somewhat hypothermic body.

"A ghost from ten years ago."

"Old ghost? Ghost?"

Mu En raised his eyebrows slightly.

He naturally didn't know much about this name, because ten years ago, Mu En Campbell was still a playboy who only knew how to lift the maid's skirt, and it was impossible for him to care about what happened in the distant Lower City.

However, he had heard of this name in the information collected from the Duke's Mansion before.

Old ghost, real name unknown.

He once founded a huge gang and almost unified the entire Lower City ten years ago. It is said that even His Majesty has heard of his name, and he is also a ruthless person.

But as a representative of the dark side of the Lower City, being able to enter the eyes of His Majesty the Emperor means that he is already in danger.

As expected, the old ghost finally failed to really unify the Lower City. He was soon dealt with by an unknown big man and disappeared completely from then on.

The information mentioned that he was probably dead, but he didn't expect to be alive.

"The old ghost is back, and he wants to rule the downtown area again."

"Oh? He has some ambition, but an old guy who came back ten years ago must have something to rely on."

Mu En flicked his hat:

"Are there any signs? You can't be beaten for so long and not know anything."

"How should I know? I was tricked by him!"

The Rat King slapped the ground angrily, and felt distressed when he thought of the loss of his most loyal and elite subordinates at the same time.

But when he thought that the other party was the old ghost, he felt extremely fortunate that he could escape.

"However, the people who can support him to come back at this time, without even thinking about it, know that it is probably those guys."

The Rat King took a long breath and regained his composure.

"You let us escape from their control, they can't just sit back and watch. The interests of the lower city are a real big piece of fat meat. Only a weird guy like you would leave this piece of fat meat alone."

"I am broad-minded, so I will forgive your disrespect first, but... maybe? Sam, you make it very difficult for me to do this. In this black and white mixed city, the word "maybe" is just like the leggings under a girl's skirt. There is no difference between seeing it and not seeing it."

Mu En complained humorously, and turned his head to look into the distance:

"Well, although this is indeed very annoying, there is a conspicuous clue in front of us, isn't it?"

"Wait here first, I'll buy you some oranges."

"Huh?"

The Rat King naturally didn't know Mu En's cold joke. He blinked and could only see the still blurry figure put down the empty wine glass in his hand and took the crossbow from his side.

"Lend it to me for a moment."

He pressed the brim of his hat, as if to indicate the opening of a performance, then turned around and walked leisurely out of the alley where he could not hide.

The Rat King looked down and saw the wine glass, which was pressing on his Ace of Hearts.

……

……

"What's going on?"

Senior held the bone flute in his hand, looking at the foggy streets with a gloomy face.

The sound of the flute constructed by his magic power still lingered in various places in the streets, and any movement could not hide from his perception, and he also saw with his own eyes that the target figure in the distance was hit by his attack.

But in just a blink of an eye, he lost all locks on the target.

It was as if he suddenly evaporated from the face of the earth.

This was very unreasonable.

Because according to the information given to him by the robin, his target this time, the guy named Sam, was just a street thug who barely had some cultivation by taking drugs. He only needed to pay attention to the military weapons he smuggled from somewhere, and there was no threat.

But how could a street thug escape the magic lock of the royal magician so easily?

What a joke, the Royal Magician Corps and the Royal Knights Corps are the sword and shield of His Majesty the Emperor, and are the most elite troops of Belrand after layers of screening!

If a street thug can play tricks on him casually, then he might as well resign and go to guard the gate of the academy, so as not to let down the academy's teaching grace for so many years.

Could it be that...

Cautiously, Sinel quickly arranged a defensive array around him.

And just when the defensive array was just formed, a crossbow arrow suddenly shot out from the shadow of the alley.

From the same crossbow, Sinel could recognize the same magical aura.

But the power was very different from before.

It was as if thunder was infused on the arrow, and the dazzling blue light pierced Sinel's eyes. The sharp arrow even dragged out a harsh buzzing sound, accompanied by a clang, and broke through several layers of his defense in a row.

Ding.

An ornament on his waist broke.

Senior's face was gloomy. He clenched the flute in his hand and looked at the figure slowly walking out of the mist.

"Damn Robin, I have never heard of anyone else intervening in this matter."

75. Ability