Nuoleila was sitting at the dilapidated wooden table, the flame of the oil lamp dancing in front of him, casting his shadow on the mottled wall, varying in length and length.
His finger slowly traced on the map, from the slum area in the west of the city to the warehouse area in the east of the city, and then from the warehouse area to the noble residences in the south of the city. The map was already filled with crosses and lines.
Black, gray, and blue lines are intertwined, like a piece of waste paper that has been scribbled by countless people.
He is the deputy leader of "Stargazers", a small organization basically composed of civilians who are dissatisfied with the oppression of the aristocratic rulers of the empire.
What they usually do is very simple - beat up those street bullies who bully the common people unreasonably; those small nobles who use their status to deduct their wages, go to his house to "get" something valuable and distribute it to the poor; those profiteers who drive up the price of food on the black market, burn down their warehouses.
These are just normal things, no big deal.
The empire couldn't take care of it and didn't bother to take care of it. Most of the guys they beat up chose to swallow their anger.
Because it would not be good for them to make a big fuss, the officials from the empire came and checked again and again. In the end, the unlucky ones were often not Stargazers, but the guys themselves.
Anyway, as long as the civilians don't rebel, the empire doesn't care what little tricks they do in private.
But recently, Nuoleila feels very bad.
First, a super storm swept across the continent, then something like "Continent's Strongest Competition" appeared, then a black monster popped out of the ground, and then there were rumors that various countries were going to hold a conference.
Anyone on the roadside would know this news.
Nuoleila feels like he is trapped in a huge, constantly rotating whirlpool. Every day, new news comes from afar, and each one is more outrageous than the last one.
As soon as he heard the news "Vagrian has changed to a new emperor", he heard "Evil God has arrived"; just as he accepted the statement "Evil God was solved by the golden dragon", "Strongest Championship" came again.
Now all this is over - it cannot be said to be the end. It is said that the mainland countries are preparing to hold a conference, and this matter has spread all over the country.
Originally, they sneaked into the baron's house next door. The guy hoarded a large amount of food during the storm, and then sold it when the food price reached its highest, making a lot of money.
Stargazers people feel that if you don't take this kind of money, you won't get it for free.
According to past experience, the baron should have gone into a rage the next day, sent people to search the city, and caused a lot of noise. But the guy has not moved yet, as if someone has covered his mouth. Not only in that one, but also in other places.
The little nobles who had been "taken" by them, and the bullies who had been beaten by them, all became honest and did not even dare to fart.
Why do I always feel like I'm missing out on a lot of things?
Nuoleila pushed the map aside and rubbed his brow with his fingers.
Forget it, let's wait for news from the boss. The boss went on a long trip some time ago and said he was looking for someone.
He didn't say who he was looking for specifically, and Nuoleila didn't ask either.
"By the way, have they come to see us?" Nuoleila raised his head and looked at the people sitting around the wooden table.
A few people were a little hesitant.
They looked at each other, then looked away, looked again, and looked away again. Some
"They" - refers to the mysterious organization that found them not long ago.
Those people wore dark cloaks with their hoods pulled down so that their faces could not be seen clearly.
The rewards they gave were very generous, including gold, silver, jewelry, magic props, and some Nuoleila unnamed things that looked very valuable.
The requirements are not high, just transport some supplies, collect some intelligence, and do some "little things".
What little things? Send a letter to a certain address, put a sign at a certain intersection, wait for someone at the door of a certain warehouse.
They are all things that seem insignificant, but when you think about it carefully, it makes people feel chills on their backs.
Originally Nuoleila didn't want to pay attention to these guys.
But the boss suddenly sent him a message, asking him to sneak in. The boss's original words were - "They give you a lot of money, and if you don't take it, it will be free. And I want to know what the hell they are doing."
Nuoleila At that time, he felt that the boss's brain was caught in the door, but he did not refute. The boss said that he could just hang out.
"Then - I will work for you." When Nuoleila said this, he had a smile on his face and was cursing in his heart.
This group of people is also very strange, always saying some incomprehensible things.
What "the world will eventually die..." "the world will eventually die" "the new god will clean up everything..."
"The old order has decayed, and only on the ruins can a new world be built"... I think that Silence Society has no plans, Destruction and Revelation Society has little wisdom..."
Nuoleila couldn't understand what they were talking about, but he could feel that these people were not bragging.
They really believed those words. The enthusiasm that came from their bones, as if they were possessed by something, made Nuoleila feel chills on his back every time he talked to them.
It felt like I was involved in something serious.
But they didn't even shy away from saying these words. It was really... He felt that he was not very lucky.
"They said - they want us to go to Dongping Village outside the city tomorrow to get paid, and everyone is required to go."
Nuoleila's voice was a little lower.
"Everyone? What are you doing?"
His brows furrowed, and the vertical lines between his brows appeared particularly deep under the illumination of the oil lamp.
This looks like something is going to happen, it's troublesome. The highest combat power on my side is my own Fourth Tier, and those guys on the opposite side are definitely stronger than me.
If they set up an ambush at Dongping Village, they don't have enough people on their side to fill their teeth.
Then contact the boss first.
Nuoleila took out a small, palm-sized magic prop inlaid with light blue crystal stones from his arms. He bought it from a black market merchant at a large price.
Press the button on the side, the crystal lights up, blue for a while, purple for a while, and then goes out.
It's not disconnection, it's being blocked. Nuoleila's face changed slightly and he took the prop back into his arms.
"Then - let everyone leave first." Nuoleila raised his head and looked at the few people sitting around the wooden table.
They nodded, stood up from their chairs, and some walked toward the door, some toward the window, and some toward the back door.
Nuoleila stood up, rolled up the map and stuffed it into his arms, and blew out the oil lamp.
Then everyone retreated. They didn't retreat by themselves, they were forced to retreat.
There were two people standing at the door, a young man wearing a gray-blue apprentice robe, and a guy whose whole body was covered by a black robe and whose figure could not be seen clearly.
There was a faint fluctuation of magic power on that young man's body, not high, about Third Tier.
There was... nothing on the man in black robes. There was no magic power fluctuation, no breath of life, and no energy that could be sensed.
But every second Nuoleila stood in front of that person, he felt like he was being pressed on a chopping board, with the knife hanging above his head, and he didn't know when it would fall.
Coming so soon?
Nuoleila's head is buzzing.
His fingers were slightly bent in his sleeves, and his fingertips touched the silver needle hidden in the cuff.
"You, are you--" Leila decided to communicate first, and there was a tremor in his voice that he didn't realize he had.
The young man in the gray-blue apprentice robe took half a step forward and took his hands out of his pockets, revealing two hands without any weapons.
He bowed slightly to express politeness.
"Ahem. My name is Nuoyaji, a mage."
Nuoyaji straightened up. "The person next to me... uh..." Nuoyaji paused and glanced at the black figure next to him.
The figure was silent for a moment, and then a metallic sound came from his direction.
"Godzilla."
King Ghidorah controlled Black Owl No. 2 to take a step forward.
At that step, the figure shrouded in black robes walked out of the shadows outside the door and walked into the light of the oil lamp that was about to burn out.
"Oh, this is Master Godzilla." Nuoyaji's voice.
King Ghidorah The main body in the distance smiled, and his six pupils narrowed.
Anyway, Godzilla is not here, so what's wrong with using the name?
He couldn't beat Godzilla, why couldn't he use its name? King Ghidorah gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.
Nuoleila looked at the man in black robe.
Godzilla? What is this name?
"Then - members of Stargazers, don't be nervous." Nuoyaji's voice came.
"We just want to cooperate with you."
He moved his eyes away from Nuoleila and scanned the nervous expressions of the people.
"Let's cooperate... how to solve your trouble--'Salvation Society'."
Nuoleila's pupils shrank slightly.