Silent Crown Chapter 131: Go to war?

"Where is the shaman?"

Werner finally got tired of waiting endlessly, and punched on the table: "He said he wanted to negotiate, but he asked us to wait here, but he didn't come.

What does he mean? Are we playing around? "

The empty chair behind the round table.

There was a slightly older man standing beside the empty chair. Hearing Werner’s voice, the old man named Guishou just glanced at him and didn’t care much:

"I don't want to wait, you can go."

He said: "No one is forcing you to be here, but when you step out of that threshold, you have to understand that you are the shaman's enemy."

"Bah, is the shaman still sitting, is he a dream of the Dark Emperor?"

Warner sipped, looking contemptuously: "Don't think we don't know. The shaman has been back for so long, and there is no one under him!

If I were him, I would definitely have to thank you. If it weren't for your loyal dogleg, he might be the commander of the polished rod! "

Beside him, the faces of Alberto and Siro Yddo spontaneously wore a mocking smile.

The age of shaman has passed.

Not many people in this city remember him anymore, and the shaman seems to be aware of this. For days, he just stayed still in a secret place.

Not only did it have no power to expand, but on the contrary, even the original ghost hand's territory was almost lost!

Their original worry seems to be just a joke: the old shaman is no longer the original majestic emperor.

And now, he still wants to behave here, it's ridiculous.

Hearing their laughter, Guishou's eyes suddenly became cold.

In silence, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

At the door, a figure walked in against the light, took off his hat, and hung it on the coat rack. As a result, the mottled white hair was so revealed in the morning light.

His coat looks very old and hasn't been washed for a long time. It is full of gaps and disconnected places.

At first glance, it looks like that, but if you look closely, you will see the embarrassment and embarrassment.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The man walked in. Nodded to the people present, seemingly kindly: "Everyone has been waiting for a long time."

Ghost hand pulled back the chair respectfully and invited him down.

Siluoyi sneered: "Mr. Shaman, you are so courageous, you dare to invite us for a meeting?"

The old Alberto also raised his eyes and looked at him: "It's been a long time. Mr. Shaman. What do you want to say when you put such a big air here today?"

"In fact, it's nothing."

Shaman spreads hands: "As a senior, I always have to take a look at the end of the day. Besides, it is always good to meet before the war begins."

"Go to war?" Werner laughed: "Are you going to war with us? Just rely on you two?"

"Isn't that enough?"

The shaman stretched out his hands and looked around: "Everyone, should you consider giving up the dark and throwing light into my command? I can give preferential treatment to those who surrender now."

Warner stopped smiling.

Siluo Yiduo didn't smile anymore.

Alberto, who has always seemed to be dozing off, also raised his eyes. The muddy eyes were full of seriousness: He carefully looked at the former emperor, and wanted to see how he was joking.

But the shaman didn't laugh, he was serious, as if he was telling the truth.

Even the old wrinkles on his face have a mad and serious breath.

Alberto couldn't help sighing: This former dark emperor, this man who was abandoned by his own time...has been immersed in his own delusions, right?

He still stayed in the time when he called the wind and the rain, and he should have been scolded at this group of people who should have looked up to him, looking majestic, waiting for their obedience.

It's ridiculous.

He sighed softly: "Shaman, are you crazy?"

"This is not a place to joke, Shaman."

Siluo Yiduo put down her hookah. His eyes are narrowed, like a viper: "Don't talk crazy."

Werner simply slurped his mouth to show his disdain.

The reason why this group of people didn't turn their faces was just because of the shaman's glory. They try to show patience. I want to see clearly what tricks this crazy old man is playing.

So there is a faint pity in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

The shaman sensed the look in his eyes and was stunned: "Have you considered it yet? You have to cherish the opportunity I gave you."

Duh!

A dagger was stuck on the table, and it was in Werner's hand.

"This is my reply." Werner said quietly.

"Mr. Shaman, recognize the situation."

Alberto slowly shook his head: "Perhaps you used to be the dark emperor of Avalon, but don't forget, your time has passed.

Now Xiacheng District. It's not your place anymore. "

"You better understand, sir."

Siluo Yida just smoked a hookah and looked at the shaman coldly, "If you are short of money, I can pay you to send you to the Arkham Mental Hospital. There, you will definitely have something in common with those people. Language."

The shaman seems to have finally realized it.

"It seems that you want to go to war?"

"When do you start to think we will obey?"

Alberto raised his muddy eyes and looked at him: "Mr. Shaman, why don't you look outside the window?"

Outside the window, the market is very busy, it looks very noisy and full of vitality.

But in the crowd, there were faint shadows occupying the surrounding area, surrounding it.

Those burly men have swords hidden in their arms, and they only need a signal to rush in here and completely mutilate the once dark emperor.

The ghost hand frowned and took a step forward, but the shaman raised his hand and stopped him.

"It seems that you are going to stay here?"

The smile on the shaman's face dissipated and became gloomy: "Do you know what you are doing? I suggest that you think about the consequences of angering me."

"Recognize the reality, shaman, you are already hard to fly."

Alberto nodded: "Don't worry, I have given you enough respect and specially hired three musicians. Whether it is shaman or ghost hand, no matter how powerful the legend is, I can't get out of here today.

So, you should be a little more sober, right, the former Dark Emperor?

Seeing how you cared about me nine years ago, I am willing to let you go. As long as you promise, I will never come back. "

The old man’s eyes were full of fierceness and viciousness: "Of course, we will give you a small spell to ensure that you will not turn back."

"I have to hand over the resources in my hand." Shiluoyeduo added: "And the most important thing, you know what I'm talking about. The trader has already told us, and he gave you the thing. ……"

"Oh?"

The shaman shook his head: "I don't understand what you mean."

The dwarf dog is the most irritable. He punched the table and said coldly: "We mean, hand over the map of Avalon's Shadow, and get out! Do you understand?"

The shaman smiled and spread his hands: "Even if you have a map of Avalon's Shadow, you can't find the blood path, and you can't get in. It's useless.

Furthermore, ~IndoMTL.com~ That map is a gift from the trader to celebrate my return. I am afraid that I will be ashamed of the painstaking efforts of an old friend if I resend it like this? "

"It seems I must show you some color."

Werner said coldly, knocking on his dagger, and there was a heavy footstep upstairs, and a sharp rubbing of the sword out of its sheath.

Outside the window, at the market, thugs in ambush have surrounded this place.

This is a trap for shamans.

"Mr. Shaman, look at the situation clearly. This is no longer your world. Why not hand over the map and exchange for your own safe departure?"

Alberto persuaded softly: "Even if you don't plan for yourself, always think about the ghost hand who has been loyal to you?"

The ghost hand was silent, without saying a word.

But the shaman sighed, as if disappointed. (To be continued.)