Chapter 730 The truth

It has been forty-eight hours since the previous battle.

In addition to the victory celebration and birth festival, the last day's banquet was also held.

Shandora faced the first victory achieved by the Demon King, and her achievements made by Noname were regarded as the focus and greatly promoted, presenting a very lively atmosphere.

The incoming demon king was defeated, and there was no loss except for the collapse of a zinc house.

Everyone praised salamandra and noname without hesitation. Among the members who participated in this game, no one would despise them anymore. The strategy formulated by Sixteen Nights has achieved initial success.

"By the way, has anyone seen it for Sixteen Nights? Why is this boy missing?"

At the banquet, I asked the people around me while eating.

Now this time should be the time to celebrate, why is the protagonist missing?

"If it were Sixteen Nights, I should be there. I saw him here just now? Why did he disappear all of a sudden?"

The bird beside him looked left and right and left, and the guy was really gone.

"Tsk, this guy, let me find it."

Close your eyes and grab the chicken legs with one hand, I sensed the breath of this guy. Well, where is this position?

"Hey, Levlan, let's go and see the show."

A playful smile appeared on his face, but he didn't expect this guy to go here. So, let's go over and take a look.

This is the office of Salamandra's headquarters. Sandora has gone to handle the banquet outside, leaving only Mandela to continue to handle business.

"You all go out. The banquet outside should have just begun, and you have also attended it."

Waving to his subordinates, Mandela issued an order.

Of course, this order was indeed a bit flattered to his men.

After the guards left, Mandela closed the doors and windows, and then pulled the curtains. He was the only one in this small office now.

Mandela took out a letter from the drawer, and he carefully looked through it. If he looked closely, the two goddess logos on the envelope were thousands of them.

"This is the day when the new salamandra is showing off his skills as the governor of the northern class."

Reading the words on the letter, Mandela couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Is it really worthy of being thousands of people. Is everything in their control? I really can't do bad things now."

The last sentence in the letter is what the auxiliary said.

"The Zhentitanium placed by the Dragon King of Star Sea has been given to those baits, right?"

This is what Mandela refers to, and it is exactly what Mandela refers to.

"What a bad thing?"

"Who!"

Hearing this sound, Mandela stood up nervously, but then he sat on his chair again.

"It's noname's little devil, come out. You guys are the only ones who can come to me with free time."

With a click, the ceiling cracked and Shiliu Ye fell from above.

Of course, if he removes all kinds of spider webs from his body from dust, he looks quite handsome.

Of course, Shiliu Ye didn't care at all about this. After slapping off the dust on his body, he spoke with a look of contempt and ridicule.

"The so-called bad thing should be the thing that introduces the devil into the ritual, Mr. Mandela."

"What are you talking about, I don't understand at all."

Mandela's tone did not change at all, and his expression was very normal, and there was no problem at all.

"Well, don't hide it, Mr. Mandela. Just think about it normally, can you infer it? Those guys are mixed in the display. And there are a total of 130 pieces of stained glass depicting the flute clown. Unless the organizer deliberately let it go, it will certainly make people feel suspicious, right?"

Sixteen Night's face was filled with a sarcastic smile.

"Haha, this is just a reason. There is no evidence, you say this ape is useless."

Mandela frowned. He also felt very difficult to deal with when Shiliu Ye was like this.

"Evidence? Isn't this letter the evidence?"

My voice suddenly appeared in the room.

Mandela and Shiliu Ye looked around. The room was not big, and they discovered my existence for the first time.

Sitting on the table with my legs raised, I flipped through the letter with one hand, and beside me, Lefran stretched his head and looked at the letter with me.

"You two guys!"

Mandela was obviously a little angry about our uninvited arrival and walked towards our position. It seemed that he wanted to take the letter from us.

But Levlan raised his hand gently, and a magic chain directly tied Mandela up tightly, making him unable to move at all.

"The Zhen Tie of the Star Sea Dragon King mentioned in this letter should be that huge robot, right?"

From this letter, it can be seen that the material for displaying the gift of "Dean" by the group elves rattenfanger was actually the Thousand Eyes Gang the Star Sea Dragon King gave the Rattenfanger the name of the Dragon King, which is not what is generally believed to be given by the Dragon King when he was alive.

. "From here, we can infer that the group elves themselves understand the fact that they are bait, that is, they themselves made Dean with the mentality of the last work. They understand that this Demon Invasion was the final battle of Hamel's flute-player entanglement. This inference is not a problem at all, right?"

I sneered as I shook the letter in my hand.

"Hey, you two guys, snatch my lines."

Shiliu Ye shrugged his shoulders, very helpless. His lines were snatched, but it was a very unhappy thing.

Facing my questioning, Mandela had to lower his head. It seemed that what we were saying was completely correct.

"Okay, don't worry, I have no intention of exposing this matter at all. I came here just because of curiosity."

After grabbing my head, I looked at the Sixteen Nights beside me.

"I said, the reason why you, Sixteen Nights, isn't it?"

Shiliu Ye nodded, and he was not interested in exposing this matter at all.

"Although this is just my personal subjective opinion, you are not trying to kill Shandora or inherit the throne, right? Instead, you hope to cheer Shandora up and shoulder salamandra. In short, you can guess this kind of intention. By the way, you guy, is a girl?"

Hearing the words of Sixteen Ye, Mandela rolled his eyes.

"Haha, I'm just kidding. I tried to infer it myself. When I thought of the mission of "class dominator", I suddenly realized it. Simply put, this Birth Festival attack should be considered a kind of ritual?"

The class dominator must serve as the breakwater to resist the Demon King. In other words, if the Demon King game can be successfully cracked, it can be recognized by the surrounding community as an individual who can stand alone.

Sixteen Nights pointed out that this event was such a ceremony.

Leflan on the side quickly thought it through.

"If I remember correctly, that devil is Pest, who has just gained the divine character, right? New Devil vs New Dominator? Oh, it's a coincidence that it's a coincidence. Judging from the meaning of letting Shandora accumulate experience, there is no more suitable opponent. Shandora will be successfully recognized as one of the northern dominators who can stand alone! Oh, really! Salamandra's future is also stable now!"

Mandela's expression finally changed a little, and when he saw this change, the sneer on his face became even more obvious.

"So, Mandela, you should be glad that this time we are strong enough to solve her before the Demon King killed someone. But if my companion is really injured here because of this matter, hey, believe it or not, we can destroy the entire Fire Dragon Corps?"

After hearing the threatening words of Sixteen Nights, Mandela's expression finally changed completely.

He also saw the battle with the Demon King before. The guys who could defeat the Demon King so easily had no power to fight against in their community.

"Actually, I'm still very curious. If we guys don't take action in time and cause your people to suffer casualties, what will happen? After all, it's your subordinates, and even if they die, it has nothing to do with us. But Mandela, have you never thought about such a thing?"

Looking at the guy in front of me, I suddenly thought of such a problem.

When asked this question, Mandela's fist suddenly clenched tightly, and his expression became very strange. Are he angry or something?

"No, you were wrong with this matter. Everyone knows this matter. To be precise, except for Mandela, everyone in the community knows that we planned this matter together, so even if someone sacrificed it for it."

Mandela's body kept trembling.

"How can you understand from outside the box courtyard! The flag of guarding the community! Name! The meaning of reputation! Betrayed by a powerful heir and the leader is ill in bed. In order to support the declining community, we must bet on our lives! You guys who are just humans outside the box courtyard, how can you understand all this!"

Speaking of this, Mandela almost yelled.

"So, is this the so-called real situation?"

My eyes narrowed into a slit. Is this the community of this world? Is it possible to give everything for honor.

"Hey, Mandela, we won't pursue this matter. But let's sign an agreement."

I stood up and let’s stop this matter.

Since no one sacrificed, I had completed the task and there was nothing to pursue.

The agreement was settled by Sixteen Nights.

"But, Mandela, I still want to tell you one thing, don't underestimate humans. Sometimes, humans know more than you guys. But you don't know."
Chapter completed!