Chapter 161: The Tricky Clown
"Your Highness, I have accomplished your mission."
As soon as Metternich finished speaking, he couldn't help but feel a fishy and spicy sensation in his throat and a mouthful of turbid blood spurted out of his mouth.
He quickly covered it with his hands, but the bright red blood still flowed out from between his fingers.
The eldest prince Quentin looked at the seriously injured Metternich, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He never underestimated his staff member...
A disciple of Olatu K. Kant from the "Gambler Sequence"? Tsk tsk... he's hiding it well enough.
But I have to die today.
Under normal circumstances, the eldest prince should first be concerned about the health of his trusted aide. But Quentin didn't even bother to continue his show today. He looked at Metternich and asked directly, "So, Master Kavo will no longer prevent the establishment of the City of Glory?"
Metternich nodded and said, "Yes. From now on, Master Kavo will no longer be involved in anything in the Glorious City..."
Quentin looked normal and didn't have much expectation.
If it were a few months ago, he would indeed be afraid that Cavo would oppose it.
But now...
If it works, that's good enough. If it doesn't, the overall situation has been decided. Even if Cavo disagrees, it can only be delayed for a while.
It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
As a member of the Omar royal family, he naturally knew that power was the most tempting thing in the world.
The five major families of the City of Glory have reached a consensus of interests with Omar. After enjoying the supreme superiority brought by the "king-level top nobles", it is absolutely impossible to return to the previous situation where their rights are restricted by the cold "system and law". At that time, even if it fails, the five major families will jointly request that Kawo let go.
After all, the five major families are none other than the families of Kavo’s relatives, friends, and disciples who sacrificed their lives to build the City of Glory!
How could Kavo not know everything they did in the city?
Cavo has established an almost perfect system, but he has turned a blind eye to it over the years and ultimately could not escape the word "human feelings".
…
At this moment, as if to confirm what Metternich had just said, the library behind him that had been stripped of the pyramid suddenly flashed with magical patterns and emitted a dazzling light.
Then I looked again and saw that the place where the library was originally was empty.
Master Kavo, willing to accept the loss of the bet, actually teleported the entire library directly out of the City of Glory, and disappeared. Only a few high-ranking people knew that the library was not only a magic tower, but also an incredible ancient holy artifact.
Seeing this, the eldest prince Quentin was also suddenly delighted.
His eyes turned, and he said with concern: "Mr. Metternich, you have helped me a lot."
"Your Highness, thank you for your praise."
Metternich waved his hand, and the heavy clown makeup on his face could not hide his weakness. He seemed to know what was going to happen next, and a look of relief appeared on his face, but it was more like a sarcastic smile.
At this time, Quentin didn't continue pretending, and smiled awkwardly, "Sir, since you have worked hard, I will give you a ride."
Metternich pretended to be surprised: "Your Highness, what do you mean..."
"hehe."
Quentin smiled and did nothing, because the previous sentence was already an order.
Before the laughter died down, a ripple suddenly arose in the air, and a figure appeared out of thin air, with a cold dagger already pressed against the clown's neck. His whole body also froze, obviously imprisoned by magic.
Quentin looked at the restrained Metternich, smiled and said directly: "The Black Water Platform has recently received a lot of top-secret information about you... Disciple of the Gambler's Sequence Olatu K. Kant? Tsk tsk, Mr. Metternich, you are hiding it well enough. I also found that you are not only working for me, but also making a lot of small moves... Although I don't know what you want to do, my intuition tells me that people like you make me feel dangerous... So , I'll send you on your way."
The victor always wants to humiliate the loser to satisfy his vanity, and this prince is no exception.
“Hehe…hehe…hehehe…”
Hearing this, Metternich slowly closed his eyes, not knowing what he was laughing at. The laughter sounded like self-mockery, but more like mockery of others.
He glanced at the eldest prince and said, "Your Highness Quentin, you are so eager to kill me. Aren't you afraid that the throne will be unstable?"
"Then you don't have to worry about it."
After all, he was the most capable subordinate who helped him ascend the throne, and a hint of regret flashed across Quentin's face.
However, Henla was not shaken at all. He said, "Do you have anything else to say? Since you have helped me a lot, I can consider your last words..."
After just this one sentence, Metternich seemed to be stimulated and his personality changed instantly.
His expression, which was extremely gentle a moment ago, suddenly became ferocious.
His clown face split open, revealing a mouthful of bloodstained teeth. He smiled in a creepy way, and said, "Your Highness, since you have investigated so many things about me, have you found out that I often stay alone with the beautiful queen known as the 'Empire's Twin Beauties' in the Queen's Palace for more than two hours? Tsk tsk, the Queen's skin is really tender..."
This statement is very humiliating, and it's almost as crude as saying, "Fuck you."
"Are you looking for death?"
Hearing this, Quentin's face turned livid.
Since no one saw these groundless rumors, he could deceive himself into thinking that the guy and his mother were having a secret meeting.
The sneers in the clown's mouth became more and more exaggerated, as if he saw the calculations of a child, which was extremely ridiculous.
He looked at Quentin, not caring at all about the dagger on his neck, and said, "Well... have you ever thought that all the information that can be found is what I want to show you?"
After a pause, he continued with a sneer, "Your father, the emperor, is much more patient than you. Do you know why he knew that I was hanging out with the most beautiful woman in the palace, but didn't do anything to me?"
"you……"
After hearing this, Quentin's eyes trembled and he immediately fell into self-doubt.
But the next moment, he immediately realized that the other party might be trying to use a trick to survive!
This smart person knows that he will die without any doubt. Is he trying to confuse my mind before he dies?
Yes! It must be like this!
No matter whether his mother really had an affair with him, if he was killed, everything would be gone!
The reason why Quentin stood out from the other princes was not only because he was the eldest son, but also because he was definitely smart and strategic.
Although Metternich's words did make him suspicious, it did not change his mind. He shouted softly, "Kill!"
At the command.
The court assassin who put the dagger on Metternich's neck cut Metternich's throat without hesitation.
A high-level assassin's throat slash would not give anyone a chance to survive. That blow of the knife immediately caused blood to flow out like a fountain, and the violent supernatural power directly cut off everything that was wrapped in the fighting spirit.
But what was surprising was that even after the clown's neck was cut, his voice did not stop.
"Since you know that I am the descendant of the 'Gambler Sequence', have you heard of the 'Joker Card'? The Joker Card means that a gambler will never reveal his cards to others... If he does, then he must have another card in his hand."
The assassin was also confused, because the person who said this was not the decapitated corpse in his arms whose life was rapidly fading, but the eldest prince Quentin opposite him.
However, at this moment, the "Quentin" was like a magician changing his face and painted a black and white clown mask.
Looking more closely at the facial features, it was exactly Metternich himself!
But... the person opposite is Metternich, so who was the person I killed?
The court assassin's heart skipped a beat, and he had a vague guess. He looked down again and saw a head with a colorful clown costume on the corpse lying on the ground. Who else could it be but the eldest prince Quentin?
As soon as he killed Quentin, a ball of green flames appeared all over the body of the palace assassin, instantly burning him to ashes. How could the personal guards of the Omar royal family fail to protect the contract?
This "master-devouring" behavior naturally backfired on him according to the contract.
The black and white clown looked at the corpse on the ground, smiled, and muttered in his heart: "Congratulations, you are also the first person to see my trump card and my extraordinary ability 'Tricky Clown'! What a pity, if you can be patient, you can see a more interesting drama..."
At this time, several Omar court guards appeared on the surrounding streets and surrounded the clown. How could these guards of the eldest prince not be shocked when they saw their master die in front of them?
The first thing they want to do is naturally catch the murderer.
Metternich raised his hands to indicate that he would not resist.
The clown's face, which was still smiling brightly, had a teasing smile on it, because he was holding two tokens in his hands.
One is the "Golden Griffin Order" representing the supreme power of Emperor Spurgeon XV, and the other is the "Silver Griffin Order" representing the Queen.
With these two tokens on him, even if he killed the eldest prince with his own hands, the palace guards would not kill him immediately.
What's more, although the eldest prince died because of him, he did not take the initiative to kill him.
The clown was still laughing happily, as if everything in front of him was a playground. "Everyone, you are not qualified to deal with the things here. I will not embarrass you. I will not resist and will cooperate with you to return to the Oma Imperial City..."
The pale-faced leader of the guards looked at the two tokens in Metternich's hands and obviously hesitated.
After a moment, he said, "Mr. Metternich, you'd better surrender as you said. Otherwise... we will kill you immediately!"
"As you wish."
The clown bowed to the crowd in a funny way, with a bloody and brilliant grin on his face, "I just happened to be going back to the capital to see how those two would react..."
…
On the other hand.
The wasteland has become a paradise for zombies. There are too many to kill. The hunters have already hidden back in the mechanical city, and no one dares to wander outside.
Deep in the "Forest of Ashes", the giant flower bud was wriggling, as if it was enjoying eating after sleeping for countless years.
At this time, in a dark and empty space.
"Arthur, turn it off quickly, don't light a fire, use a cold light source! The tentacle monster just now might have been attracted by the heat..."
"Let's fix it up."
"Hey, why is there a low-level wasteland hunter here?"
"He's probably the kind of guy who values money over life and wants to try his luck, so he ventured deep into the forest..."
"Master Kidd, are we going to take him away?"
"Well, take it with you. If the alchemical puppets are used to explore the way, many magic mechanisms will not be triggered. It would be better to have a living person..."
“…”
Ryan didn't know how long he had been unconscious.
But he felt that his condition was very bad, as if all the bones in his body were broken.
Beside him, Basel had also disappeared.
Then he looked at the prompts from the "Smart Brain" and remembered what had happened before.
Ryan only remembered that the "ground" of the forest stood up, and the terrifying barbs blocked their way of escape. Then he smelled an inexplicable "fragrance", and he fainted and his body continued to fall.
I think the "fragrance" should be the gas emitted by a giant "piranha plant" when it is hunting prey.
"So... I should be in the stomach of that giant flower now? Am I food waiting to be digested?"
A picture suddenly popped up in Ryan's mind, which was an insect trapped in a "Flytrap", with nowhere to escape and could only wait to be digested.
Because he lost his active perception after falling into a coma, the intelligent brain only recorded some passive information. He knew that at this moment he was about 10,000 meters underground...
Because of the continuous explosion of demonic energy in the black pit, he did not fall into a meat pie directly. Instead, he fell down like a falling leaf, and was covered with injuries.
Fortunately, after he fell into a coma, the intelligent brain controlled the [Divine Healing Technique] to automatically operate and healed most of the injuries. Otherwise, an ordinary second-level extraordinary person would have died a thousand times with that kind of injury.
And just a minute ago, a high-level wizard cast the [Awakening Spell] on him, and then he woke up.
…
Just as Ryan's brain started to work again and he began to recall what happened, the wizard who cast the spell on him also discovered that he had woken up.
"Boy, now that you're awake, stop playing dumb and go explore the way ahead!"
When Ryan heard this, his face twitched violently.
Looking again, the light blue magic lights in those people's hands illuminated the surrounding environment.
This looked a bit like an unfinished building in the past, with frame-structured columns everywhere and traces of erosion by time everywhere. Not far away, there was a bottomless black pit. The place where they were was like a corridor on a rock wall, with bluestone tiles under their feet. Looking up, they could see a stone lamp holder on the wall.
And obviously these are all traces of human construction.
"Did I fall into that 'Temple of Morogos'?"
Ryan immediately thought of something.
He had long known that there was a temple under the deep pit, but he had never expected such a large-scale complex. Just by looking at a corner, he could guess that this might have once been a prosperous underground city.
But apparently, he was not the only one lucky enough to survive.
…
"Boy!"
Seeing Ryan in a daze, the red-robed wizard opposite shouted coldly again.
Ryan's face twitched and his thoughts were brought back to reality.
Judging from their attire, they were all red-robed wizards from Glory City. And the man next to the magic lamp in the corner, although half of his face was covered with a gas mask, he recognized him from his robes. This man was none other than the head of the Miller family, one of the "five major families" in Glory City, and the lord of the first city, Kid Miller.
There were eight people in total, all great wizards wearing red robes.
In other words, everyone present is at least a fourth-level professional.
Everyone's eyes were filled with indifference, and no one even looked at Ryan.
Although the noble wizards were surprised that there was a low-level extraordinary person here, no one was interested in exploring the origins of a low-level extraordinary person.
In their eyes, this kind of low-level extraordinary person has only one function, which is to "explore the way".
And if they get out alive, for the sake of the image of Glory City, such people will naturally be silenced.
At this time, the City Lord Kidd in the dark red robe stood up and said, "Okay, now that we have repaired, let's continue exploring..."
"Yes, Lord City Lord."
The other seven red-robed wizards also stood up.
"Kid, move forward."
Then, even though Ryan was unwilling, he was forced to stuff a bunch of fluorescent stones into his mouth to help this group of wizards explore the way ahead.
"Remember not to make any noise, don't run around, and don't make any unnecessary movements... Go wherever we tell you to go. Otherwise, even if we don't kill you, you will definitely die if you attract monsters..."
In the sealed underground palace where no sunlight could reach, it seemed as if the last fig leaf of human nature had been torn off, and there was no need to conceal it at all.
This group of red-robed wizards, who were usually highly respected, did not hesitate at all and directly told Ryan his status as a "pathfinder tool."
“…”
As soon as Ryan regained consciousness, he was forced to open for business.
He didn't argue. There was no room for negotiation with a group of great wizards who had exposed their hypocritical faces.
Then, as he walked, he discovered that this underground palace did not seem completely unknown to him.
Because... this temple is a building from the Monk civilization era, and whether it is the reliefs on the walls or something else, they are all "Monk ancient language".
As it happened, Ryan knew him, and he was quite familiar with him.
