The Devil’s Cage Chapter 57: Under the farce

The farce in the side hall of the temple continues.

Except that Tanya is solemn.

Lian is helpless.

And the people who are watching this closely, sneered at heart.

The man walked away cautiously, bypassing the banquet hall, walking away from the temple along the root of the wall, and entering the car that was already prepared.

The car drove all the way to the edge of Forest City.

Compared to the rich city center, the edge of Forest City is the same as the edge of other cities, shabby, backward, and sparsely populated.

So, if there is a pub here, it is really a matter of gratification and vigilance.

Fortunately, it is the local people around.

Alert, outsiders.

Aliens who came to Forest City from other cities.

And...

Aliens coming here from the city center.

Although they belong to Forest City, the people here are not like the rich people in the city center, but as their own.

Therefore, after the car stopped, a few people in front of the tavern gathered together in bad faith, but immediately, these people backed away at a faster rate.

Gun!

The weapons in the hands of motorists are full of deterrence.

"I want to see your Boss Guiz."

As the driver spoke, he walked into the tavern without any thought of waiting.

However, after entering the tavern, the driver put the gun away.

Because it’s not necessary anymore.

The many familiar faces in the pub make the driver laugh involuntarily.

"I think I will be the first to get the news."

Drivers swept across different dresses, and there are acquaintances of various professions on weekdays, so to speak.

"You will not be the first to get the news, but it will be the first to bring us accurate news!"

"How is it in the temple?"

The Guiz in a dark bartender costume pours a glass of wine for the coming person and hands it to the other party, asking directly.

"The "shoes" information is accurate."

"that person's new Your Highness is indeed seriously injured, and some slapsticks have to be used to obscure Funeral Society."

"Of course!"

"This kind of stuffiness is not ordinary!"

The driver took wine glass and took a sip.

"What do you mean?"

Guiz asked instead of the owner.

The driver did not make a very simple opening this time. He carried wine glass in silence.

"Okay!"

"If your news is valuable, we will give you 10% more."

Guiz looked at the people around him, and seemed to compromise.

"10%?"

"You, or do you really only care about that percentage?"

"Facing this rare opportunity, are you willing to give up?"

The driver smiled, and used sarcasm to ask the people present.

"Enough is enough, Waker!"

"What you said before, everyone here and I can think of it as unheard, but!"

"Don’t talk anymore!"

Guiz's face became somber, and he interrupted the driver's words with undoubted tone, and his eyes became stern like a knife.

Under such gaze, Waker raised his hands high.

"Joke!"

"This is just a joke!"

Waker said.

"Uh."

"We all treat it as a joke!"

"Now, we need to discuss the plan of Your Highness!"

Guiz nodded his head, his gloomy face was replaced by a smile, the suppressed atmosphere in the tavern was swept away, and there were no accidents in the subsequent discussions.

About twenty minutes later, the people in the tavern left.

Waker is the first wave to leave.

But when the last person left, Waker turned around again.

"Is there anything else?"

"I made it clear before?"

"Everything is going according to plan."

Guiz raised an eyebrow.

"Something personal, give me a glass of "Bourbon", the kind without ice and lemon-bitter wine, it still tastes like this."

"It has both the taste of wine and the taste of fruit."

"It is more bitter."

Waker said, took out a small denomination banknote and put it on the bar.

"But you can't add sugar."

"Because, you want a more mellow taste! Nothing can be the best of both worlds!"

"Fish and bear paw, not both."

Guiz poured fresh liquor into the glass before starting to put fresh lemon slices, but throughout the process, Guiz's gaze did not leave the small denomination bill.

There is a saying: There are two targets, one is seriously injured and the other is weak.

"Things are artificial."

Waker is a pun.

"It may eventually become a bubble."

Guiz whispered in a low voice.

"How do you know if it’s the moon in the well or the gold in the water without trying?"

Waker looked at Guiz, whose face became hesitant, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

He knew that Guiz was tempted.

In fact, anyone who is faced with such an opportunity will be tempted.

If he is not alone, he will never invite the other party to share the results.

As soon as I think of Demon Hunter and the guards of the temple, Waker had to give in.

Fortunately, there are two goals.

One person, just right!

"Appointment?"

Question tempted by Guiz.

"Appointment!"

"Swear under their respective names, ancestors, bloodlines and future heirs."

Waker nodded and said something that reassured Guiz.

No one will violate his name, ancestor, and affect his own blood and his blood.

Doing this is completely denying yourself.

Once violated, even the gods will fall.

Guiz raised his palm.

Waker raised his hand and hit it.

The two will swear high-five.

Pap!

Two palms hit hard together.

Then...

Land together on the desktop.

The two stared dumbly at the palms on the table.

Look at the blood on the wrist with a neat and smooth cut.

Looking at the pub door being pushed open again.

Watching the man come in.

Watching the man sit down expressionless.

The body of the two began to tremble.

Because of pain and fear.

The two of them can't think of this person anyway... No, no, this Your Highness will appear in Forest City.

"Crown, Your Highness!"

Guiz stammered open mouth.

"Room your life!"

Waker is a lot simpler, begging directly on one knee.

But this action did not change any results~IndoMTL.com~Except for the head, Waker's body was cut like an unsharp blade, and his breath became dozens of pieces, falling ground.

Looking at the dead Waker, Guiz looked disappointed.

"You are different from him."

The **** sitting there said slowly.

Suddenly, a hint of blood appeared on Guiz's gray face, but immediately, he was overwhelmed by the pain in his body.

Like Waker, Guiz is divided into dozens of blocks.

By the end of Guiz, both eyes has been enlarged, as if to die.

"But the result of the betrayal is the same."

Ignoring Guiz's stern expression, the **** raised his hand and grabbed the **** wine glass on the table.

Yes, one hand picked up wine glass faster than him.