Chapter 1206: The House of Religious Orders: We need a word more offensive than beast
I have nothing to do today, so I listen to music and watch dance.
I still have nothing to do today, but I'm too lazy to go watch the singing and dancing. I always feel that Ni Lu will be overly nervous when I'm around, and I don't want to affect her work.
Gu Sanqiu was lying on a treetop with a particularly good view of the scenery. Around him were Xumi-style food and drinks, which maximized his leisure time.
I really want to continue to degenerate like this, after all, it’s so cool to slack off all the time.
By radiating spiritual power from here, you can have a panoramic view of the entire Xumi City and the surrounding areas.
If this was not a big tree but a particularly high man-made observation platform, I believe the number of tourists to Xumi would increase dramatically.
With his mental power closed and elemental power dormant, Gu Sanqiu was lazily fishing, not worrying at all about the consequences of being blown away by the wind.
To be precise, the one who should be worried about is not him, but the flowers and plants below.
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"That is why we should unite and let these damned Xumi guys know that we desert people cannot be violated. The glory of the great Red King will surely return to this land!"
In a cafe, a few guys dressed like the Gilded Brigade were spitting and teaching their companions, which could also be considered brainwashing.
They are the members of the "famous" organization in Xumi City, the Eye of Achmar.
This team building, or more accurately, a preaching process, was not only to cause trouble for the Xumi guys present, but also to make things bigger and then shift the focus to them.
Their boss somehow obtained a can of divine knowledge!
That's something that can change the status quo!
When they thought of this and their future life, the spit spitters became more excited, and their incessant chatter made people subconsciously stay away from them.
Their mission is to attract firepower from the boss who is far away in Omos Port. Even if they go in, the boss will find a way to pull them out!
"What did you just say?"
A man in a desert-colored cloak suddenly appeared, vaguely surrounding everyone present.
"Of course we are talking about our great plan!"
The spit machine didn't care much about it. This kind of outfit mostly appeared on guys who couldn't survive in the desert. They were all people who tried to sneak in from the other side of the sand barrier.
Such people are either very cowardly or daring outlaws.
However, if I can win them over, perhaps the boss will give me some different rewards?
The spit machine became even more excited: "Under the wise and powerful decision of our Eye of Akhmar, I believe..."
Bang!
After a muffled sound, the spit machine flew out directly, smashing several tables and chairs along the way.
"Assholes, the reputation of us desert people has been tarnished by idiots like you!"
The leader had already taken action, and the rest were not idle either. They knocked the miscellaneous soldiers who were responsible for diverting attention to the ground with just a few punches and kicks.
"You are not believers of the great Red King, you are just clowns who use this name to make profits for yourself!"
This is why no one likes radicals. They are a bunch of pure axe men.
After knocking down all the members of this team, the leader walked to the counter of the coffee shop and placed half a gem next to it.
"We will compensate for the damaged tables and chairs."
The eyes hidden under the cloak were blazing with energy: "Remember, they are not believers of the desert, they are just despicable speculators!"
"Let's go, my brothers, and continue to clean up these damn speculators!"
"For the Holy Lord Chisha, for Akhmar!"
Finally, all the cloaked people raised their right hands: "For the Great Kindness Tree King !"
The cloaked people disappeared quickly like a gust of wind, as if they had never been to this place, leaving behind only the completely confused coffee shop owner.
The compensation was more than enough, but that was not what he cared about.
What did these desert people just say...for?
Similar things are happening everywhere in Xumi City and Omos Port—
"Assholes, we are all desert people, how dare you betray our faith in the God of Red Sand!"
The clanging sounds of weapons clashing echoed all around. Rahman was in charge of this team himself, and their mission was to deal with the leader of the Eye of Akhmar.
Just as their think tank had expected, the leaders of the Eye of Akhmar carried weapons with them and had the momentum of fierce bandits ready to draw their weapons and start a war in the street.
However, is there something wrong with letting a bunch of consultants who are responsible for business planning take on the responsibility of a think tank?
Rahman, holding a scimitar, steadily caught the opponent's leader's attack, pressed back with his backhand, and then hit his wrist with his left hand, causing Akhmal's leader to drop his weapon in pain.
"You have forgotten all the qualities of the desert people: calm, tenacious, decisive, fearless. How can you be qualified to call yourself a believer of the great Red King?"
Rahman slashed with his sword without hesitation, knocking the enemy, whose fighting will was almost zero, to the ground.
"You don't represent the people of the desert!"
A brother nearby waved his hand and said, "Boss, we found something. The other brother on guard said that a group of thirty people is coming this way!"
Rahman resisted the urge to kick the Eye of Akhmar leader.
"Put your things away, we're leaving now and gathering at the second designated location!"
Rahman raised his right hand, and the rest of the brothers followed suit, fanatically shouting their slogans.
"For the Holy Lord Chisha, for Akhmar!"
"For the Great Kind Tree King!"
By the time the thirty-man guards rushed over, or "arrived late", Rahman and his brothers had disappeared without a trace.
But everyone watching nearby heard that slogan clearly.
What on earth do these desert people mean? !
The Ordinance Court, a secret office area.
Bang!
A fist slammed heavily on the desk. The man in charge, who was repeatedly tortured by Gu Sanqiu's blatant "travel", was about to explode with anger.
"Who taught them to shout slogans like that?"
He was really going crazy. Ever since that monster came to Xumi, unpleasant things had been happening one after another.
He thought that after the big plan was successful, he would at least be able to get to a high position where he could live off his family for three generations. In Liyue's words, he would be a true "servant of the dragon."
Now it’s okay, but whether it can be fed to three generations is not the point at hand.
If this continues, the people coming to dine at my table will definitely fill up all thirty tables.
"What's wrong with those people? It's ok that the thirty-man group can't keep up with them, but can't they collect intelligence from the people around them?"
It would have been fine if it was just an ordinary fight, but there was actually an armed fight on the side of the leader of the Eye of Achmar!
It was still a large-scale armed fight!
This is not a fight between ordinary people with benches and rolling pins. The weakest ones on both sides directly draw poisoned daggers!
This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed to happen in modern cities, but it happened at this time, and it also involves a relatively important canned knowledge of the gods!
Rahman's fighting style is like a sandstorm. He comes and goes like the wind and acts decisively.
What's more, compared to the rookies who wasted their strength in the rainforest, Rahman and his team made a living in the desert all day, and when they took action, it was a pure dimensionality reduction attack.
In short, no one could find any trace of Rahman and others.
The subordinate who came to report was embarrassed: "This, we asked, but no one is willing to respond to us."
"They said that since the thirty-man guards could not solve the Eye of Akhmar, and now someone has taken action and is willing to compensate for the broken tables, chairs and other items, what else can they ask for?"
This is pure torture.
You don't do anything, and now you come to ask us who are doing the work for any characteristic intelligence we have?
Do you have any shame?
Is that cheap?
It is true that Xumi is a kingdom of wisdom, but the majority of people can become scholars. Most people still live ordinary lives with ordinary jobs.
Now those land thugs and street bullies have been caught on the spot, and they even shouted slogans such as "For the Great Compassion Tree King". You want us to target them?
Either get out of here or show your sincerity and maintain the law and order of Xumi City!
The person in charge was stunned: "Are all the members of the thirty-man group a bunch of rubbish?"
“That’s not true.”
The subordinate whispered, "Hey, the disciplinary officer is back."
"What did you say?!"
The person in charge was furious: "How did Seno come back?"
The subordinate smiled bitterly: "The point is, after Lord Senor came back, he led the team to capture a group of thirty people with thunderous means."
"According to intelligence, the Disciplinary Officer has obtained irrefutable evidence that someone in the Thirty- Man Group secretly provided weapons and supplies to the bandits of the Legacy of the Divine King."
"The Thirty-Man Group is being scrutinized by the Disciplinary Officers from top to bottom. They simply don't have enough mobilization to respond in a timely manner to what's happening in Xumi."
The person in charge took a deep breath, then slowly moved his thumb to the philtrum. After thinking for a while, he took out a packet of medicine from the drawer.
This is the tranquilizer he bought from Bubulu at a large sum of money. He has been relying on this treasure to regulate his sleep during this period.
However, if he knew the relationship between the owner of Bubulu and Gu Sanqiu, no matter how effective the tranquilizer was, it would probably have no effect after he took it.
The name alone of the sedative prepared by the secret ally of the Great Disaster was enough to make him think about all sorts of things.
Not thinking there was anything wrong with the drug itself was his final stubbornness as a scholar.
However, Bai Zhu probably never imagined that a certain considerable amount of income was actually business that Gu Sanqiu "brought" to him.
"Oh no, boss!"
Another subordinate rushed in hurriedly: "Something happened in the city. Not only the Eye of Achmar, but also the team we deliberately sent out, they were all attacked by those cloaked men!"
Creating anxiety, creating conflicting traffic, and making the surface of a pool of water sway to hide oneself has been a tried and tested method.
The new subordinate said in a panic: "According to our investigation, those cloaked men should be in the same group. Before they disappeared, they all shouted slogans for the Red King and the Tree King!"
The person in charge didn't even take a deep breath. Instead, his eyes rolled back and he fell heavily backwards.
"director!"
