A few days ago.

When the dragon power of the ninth-level arcane magic covers the cold wind city, the eyes of the absolute superiors are staring at the earth, and all the creatures in the city are under pressure. There is no sorrow, no joy, no surprise or fear, but their brains are blank, just like fireflies, as if they are as bright as the sun, very confused.

Except for those who looked straight at the close distance, the whole city, from the wizard chief to the common people, only knew that their hearts were palpitations for a few seconds, as if time had stopped. After a few seconds, everything was as usual, at most, rumbling sounds came from the west of the city, and the fortress of the Supervision Hall was collapsed.

The wizards could sense the violent fluctuations of the magic net, and the arcane that was being used and operated instantly lost control. They were instinctively afraid, but the magic net quickly calmed down. It was like a stone smashing down the water surface, with a big splash, but in the blink of an eye, there were only a few ripples left.

The rebel forces led by Old Arad were busy besieging the city lord's mansion of the Changle Family. The accident in a few seconds did not attract much attention. At most, they sent people to check it out a few hours afterwards, and the reward they received was...

The Fortress of the Supervision Hall has been in ruins, and the abyss priest El is missing. Victor Hugo completely ignored the warnings raised by the Arad family and forcibly led the team to control the west of the city, but there was no follow-up action.

"Which evil men in the Supervision Office died so quickly?" Old Arad looked west at the city barricade outside the city lord's mansion, and only paid attention to Zhou Qingfeng. He occupied a house outside the mansion, where the rebellious nobles and wizard team members were under command.

They said they were accepting command, but they were just quarreling. The arrogant aristocratic knight, the noble wizard chief, the slick rich businessman and a group of people were no different from the old man and aunt who was greedy for some benefit. They quarreled for some benefit.

During the close siege, the Long Legs family also sent representatives. Former Wizards, Banker, and Exxon, captain of the City Lord Guard, angrily scolded the rebellion at the table, and dissented the relationship between the rebels, and made the Long Legs family's request.

After a day and night, the two sides fought for a few more times. After they couldn't fight, they sat at the negotiating table and continued to argue.

The difficulty of the long-legged family is that they have few people. After the rebellion, the direct descendants placed outside the city either did not receive the information or simply did not come after receiving the information. Once the family subject loses power, there will be division within.

Old Arad's side was divided and even had conflicts. If Zhou Qingfeng had not acted as a binder to bring them together, although this rebellion would have happened, there would have been more "fencemen" and would have been suppressed soon.

After three days of repeated struggle, Zhou Qingfeng began to organize the excavation of the secret room under the ruins of the Supervision Office, and once again contacted and gathered the dismissed people. The two sides inside and outside the city lord's mansion could not be beaten, but the result was not yet reached.

Every day, the two sides gathered in a house outside the city lord's mansion at 9 o'clock in the morning. They kept attacking each other's personal, encouraging and disparaging, insulting and ridicule, and every three sentences would have a super friendly and indescribable relationship with the women of the other party's family.

When scolding until around 11 o'clock, everyone would quit depending on physical strength. At the same time, they agreed to have another "non-violent language art seminar" in the afternoon, racking their brains to prove that the other party was disgusting, despicable, shameless, and living in the world was a waste of food. It would be better to commit suicide than to apologize.

Zhou Qingfeng was supervising the ruins of the Supervision Hall. After waiting for a few days, the two gangs of fear of death made a result. He had to go to the venue in person and stood at the door and stared at both sides who were talking.

As soon as the host showed up, the quarrels were silent in an instant.

"Speak, keep arguing." Zhou Qingfeng stared at him, "I hope you can get things you can't get on the negotiating table? You have been arguing for a few days, so why don't you drown your opponent with spit?"

The negotiation venue was full of messes. Paper confetti, broken bottles, rotten tables and chairs, and the chandeliers on the roof were all crooked. A few candles were barely hung on the candlesticks, and the wind blew.

As soon as Zhou Qingfeng arrived, everyone in the venue was stunned for a few seconds. Then everyone pointed at him and cursed: "Boy, didn't you do this now?"

That's right, if Mr. Zhou hadn't made trouble, the situation in Hanfeng City wouldn't have been so bad. He was like a combustion aid, turning the original little flame into a raging flame.

Cheat... Zhou Qingfeng sneered and glanced between Old Aladd and Old Bank, "If you still want to argue, keep quarreling, I won't be with you."

"Wait." Old Alad and Old Bank shouted in unison. They both understood that at this point, it was most important to find a suitable solution.

The longer it drags on, the more inevitable the internal part of the long-legged family is, and the rebellious forces may fall apart at any time. This root of disaster must be brought into the negotiations. Even if this kid is like a glass of poisonous wine, he has to pinch his nose and drink it at this moment.

"Your Excellency Hugo, why don't you draw up a negotiation plan?" Old Arad thought that Zhou Qingfeng was his own party at least, and as long as his offer was not too outrageous, he would accept it himself.

Old Bank hated Zhou Qingfeng to the core, but as long as the latter could propose a "reasonable" plan, he could not consider it. After all, the long-legged family could not afford to delay it.

Zhou Qingfeng sneered again, "The long-legged family handed over half of the territory to allocate them to the winner. The winner allowed the long-legged family to take away the private property in the city lord's mansion. Isn't that good? Anyway, I only have Fabro's territory."

This plan is simple, but Old Aladd and Old Bank shouted in a low voice: "This is impossible."

It would be better to let the Changle family hand over half of the territory than to let the Changle family die immediately. And if the Changle family takes away all the property of the City Lord's Mansion, wouldn't the "rebel" fight in vain?

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, turned around and left.

The two gangs of cowards will continue to argue, but the final plan will definitely be similar to what he proposed. He didn't want to and did not have the ability to continue to intervene in the disputes within Hanfeng City. It was already a huge gain to grab Fabro's territory.

The abyss priest El died, but the mystery of Imaska ​​civilization was still unsolved. The goddess of dark night Shaer arrived and drove the evil insect Kaiworth back to the abyss, and promoted Zhou Qingfeng to level 5.

For adventurers, every five levels is a hurdle. When he stepped onto the fifth level, Zhou Qingfeng's soul turned red, and he was truly considered the number one person. Before that, it was not worth much money to sell his soul.

Compared to the enthusiastic Angeris, Sha'er, who represents the darkness and shadow, was obviously much colder. The goddess came and left, and she didn't have time to talk a few times. Zhou Qingfeng knew that she had not done her best to please.

On the virtual screen of the mission information, the "Goddess Trial-The Secret of Cold Wind City" disappeared, and was replaced by the "Goddess Trial-The Showdown between Shadow and Frost".

Just looking at this title, Zhou Qingfeng's head is as big as a fight.

‘Shadow’, needless to say, refers to Shaer, the goddess of dark night.

What about ‘frost’? It should be the frost goddess Oul, a divine power with a fickle and vanity, and a cold heart as cold as ice. She likes to freeze mortals to death in the ice and snow with the illusion of warmth and softness.

The northern part is bitter and cold, and this is the base camp of the Frost Goddess. Ouler has a lot of followers in the Cold City and is the largest force in the local area. If Zhou Qingfeng asks to make trouble for the Frost Goddess here, he is simply tired of living.

But this task cannot be accepted.

The Long Legs Family is the favored by the Frost Goddess, and the Lord’s Mansion in Hanfeng City is the Church of the Frost Goddess. The Long Legs Family will never let Zhou Qingfeng go afterwards.

Leaving from the negotiation venue outside the city lord's mansion, Zhou Qingfeng tightened his leather jacket.

It is winter in the north now, and the cold wind is screaming endlessly, like the surging hatred of frost, like the crossbow of the blade. He exhalees into fog, looking up at the sun in the sky.
Chapter completed!