Chapter 385: Real Cooperation

There must be shadows under the sun. As the political and economic center of the Mao Empire, the Holy City is the most prosperous city in the mainland. However, in corners that are difficult to see, things often happen that cannot be brought to the table.

In the northwest corner of the holy city, there is a nameless bar with a small area. Most of the guests who visit here are paupers living in nearby slums. The business cannot be said to be good, but it cannot be said to be bad, because paupers are not qualified to be picky. Most profitable merchants mix water into the wine, while the bosses mix wine into the water. Although the price of the wine is very low, it still makes some profit compared to the pitiful cost.

Of course, people with a little bit of identity and ability would not come here to drink. The owner of the bar is a bit economical and has a clear positioning of the customer base. The most expensive wine in the whole bar is just a silver coin. The bar girl who flirts with the guests either has wrinkles on her face, looks ugly, and has a more shocking figure. To be honest, if she wants to go in and apply for a bar in other places, she has to be called out by the boss. She would rather have no waitress than disgusting the guests! But here, they are favored by the guests and their business is very good. From time to time, pairs of people teased and touched upstairs.

However, a big man came to the bar today. It was not that the man was tall and big, but that his dress proved the huge gap between the two classes. It was an old man who had been sitting at the table since dusk and drinking bad wine. He was wearing a silk robe, from head to toe, with many bright gadgets hanging. The most eye-catching thing was that his left hand was wearing three rings. And one of them was a space ring. Not to mention that he had seen it, some people who grew up in slums didn't know that there was such a magical thing in the world, and of course the owner of the bar knew, so he acted very carefully.

The night was getting deeper and there were fewer and fewer customers. The owner of the bar seemed a little nervous and hesitated for a long time. He sent away all the leisure waitresses, then pushed open the wooden door of the bar and walked out. It was not long. The three strong men walked into the bar one by one. First, they looked at the old man, and then walked towards the only few remaining guests. After a short conversation, or just slapped and leather boots to talk to the guests, and soon the remaining guests ran out in a hurry.

The old man seemed to know nothing, and was still drinking bad wine in big mouthfuls. The three strong men looked at each other and walked slowly towards the old man. The owner of the bar also came in from outside the door, carefully closed the door tightly, and locked it.

"Hey!" A strong man suddenly reached out and patted the table.

The old man still didn't look up, and the bar owner smiled and said, "This old guy has almost drunk half a barrel of wine. I guess he doesn't even know who he is now."

"Huh? Isn't this our master's ring?!" A strong man took a step forward and shouted: "Okay, you old guy, it turns out to be a thief!" After that, the strong man grabbed the other party's left hand and then tried to pull the three rings off.

The old man showed an impatient look on his face. With his backhand, the strong man turned into a light bird and flew out with a whizz. Perhaps it was his first time to taste the taste of flying. It seemed that he lacked the ability to adjust the direction. In the blink of an eye, he hit the wall of the bar and knocked a big hole in the wooden wall. However, his waist was stuck by the hole, and his legs twitched and drooped softly. As for the scene on the side of the wall, everyone could not see it.

The remaining two strong men were frightened and hurriedly took a few steps back. The owner of the bar was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, he shouted: "Come, come, someone is drunk and killed people!!"

It was also a coincidence that a patrol team happened to be nearby and was attracted by the screams of the bar owner. While indicating their identity, they knocked on the wooden door. The boss rushed to the neighborhood of the wooden door like a monkey, trying to open the lock he had just locked. However, he was too panicked and his fingers were a little out of control. He couldn't open the door after a long time. As a result, the patrol team outside was impatient and broke into the door. The boss was knocked up and looked up to the sky.

"What's going on?" the captain of the patrol shouted sternly, his eyes swept through the hole in the wall, and then fell on the two strong men. In his opinion, the two strong men looked like murderers.

"Ouch..." The boss moaned and climbed up from the ground, pointing his finger at the old man who was still drinking: "Sir, it's that old man. I asked him to pay for the alcohol, but not only did he not give it, he also injured people. Oh my God, poor Jimmy..." The boss stumbled over and hugged his companion's soft legs and cried bitterly.

The patrol captain's eyes fell on the old man, first observed the other party's clothes, walked slowly over, and said politely: "Your Excellency!"

"Don't bother him." A very gentle voice came in from outside.

The patrol captain was stunned and turned to look out. The team members under his command made it apart. The first one to walk in were two fully armed soldiers. The patrol captain couldn't help but look shocked. Although they were all soldiers responsible for maintaining the security of the Holy City, the gap between him and the other party was too big. He was just a patrolman in the garrison, while the other party was directly under the command of His Majesty the King.

Then an old man came in. The patrol captain saw the other person's appearance and his hair was about to stand up. He bent down respectfully: "Mr. Thor."

Thor waved his hand and walked slowly to the old man who was still drinking wine. He was silent for a moment, took off his robe, put it on the back of the chair, then sat opposite the old man, and whispered: "Don't you invite me to have a drink?"

The owner of the bar stopped howling after Thor came in. Hearing that the person coming was the famous Thor, his face was suddenly turned pale. Now seeing Thor ask the nameless old man to drink, he simply tilted his head and fainted on the ground. Their target was actually the friend of the great magician Thor. This consequence was not something they could afford.

"Sir, here..." the patrol captain said timidly.

"You guys go out first and don't affect us."

"Yes, sir!" the patrol captain responded quickly, then winked at his subordinates. The bar owner who was inexplicably unconscious. The two strong men who were shaking like sieves had told him enough.

Several patrol soldiers rushed up and dragged the two strong men and the owner of the bar out. The bar became quiet. The old man finally took his attention away from the glass and slowly raised his head: "Is His Majesty Yuland going to do something?"

"Buzureano, I don't understand what you mean." Thor laughed.

"Oh..." Buzureano sighed, and a look of pain appeared on his face: "Menzhusli has left. Don't you know yet?"

"I know, but Man-killing Sli is Man-killing Sli, you are you, it's two different things." Thor said lightly: "What's more, Man-killing Sli's scruples can hide it from His Majesty? Haha... Don't talk about His Majesty, even you, an honest man, should know what he wants to do."

"For thousands of years, our druids have been very united. Unexpectedly, now a fool like Manzhusley is here. Let you make a joke." Buzureano paused: "Sol, for decades of friendship, I don't ask you to do anything for me, I just ask you to tell the truth. Is this... really what His Majesty mean?"

"Of course. You should also know me. Friends are friends. If Your Majesty really makes a decision, I will not harm the interests of the entire empire because of the friendship between you and me."

"I... can't believe it." Buzureano smiled bitterly: "Sol, in recent years, our believers have grown to more than 800,000. Can Your Majesty really allow us to continue to develop? Isn't he afraid that the believers of the Goddess of Nature will shake his rule in the future?"

"Haha, Buzureano, you have been staying in the Holy City, isn't it because you're worried that this will happen?"

"No, you were wrong. I always thought this was inevitable. With His Majesty Jurand's character, I would definitely find ways to limit our development and even hit us." Buzureano said slowly: "I just hope to use my sincerity to exchange for His Majesty's understanding and limit our losses to a certain extent."

"You don't know Your Majesty. Your Majesty believes that in addition to basic requirements such as food, clothing, housing and transportation, civilians also need faith. Appropriate faith is more conducive to stability." Thor Surong said: "Of course, the power of religion is also very terrible. The key is to see who this power is in. Your Majesty is very at ease with you."

"What after me?"

"It's too far away, it seems that there is no need to talk about this..."

Buzureano sighed lightly, leaned on the back of the chair, and his expression relaxed.

"Old friend, don't you hide in this place and drink inferior bars just because you are worried about what Your Majesty is doing?" Thor smiled.

"It's a lie to say you're not worried. Moreover, Manzhuli's approach to killing Sli is so sad." Buzureano sighed: "Sor, do you know why Manzhuli has to deal with An Fei?"

"Can you guess it's almost the same." Thor nodded: "Heart of Nature?"

"Yes." Buzureano said in a low voice: "In the past, the Heart of Nature has always been stored in the Central Temple, but Manzhusli was ill-behaved and actually sent his subordinates to attack the Temple in an attempt to steal the Heart of Nature. At that time, I happened to return to the Central Temple, so I failed to let him succeed! Haha... Afterwards, I took all my tribe members to settle the score with Manzhusli. Mang Shu came forward to mediate and forced Manzhusli to apologize to me. I thought about it again and again, and finally let him go."

"There is still such a thing? Why don't I know at all?" Thor said in surprise.

"This is a shame and a secret from our druids. No one will talk nonsense outside. You don't know it's normal." Buzureano said slowly: "It's all my fault for speaking. Later, I didn't dare to store the heart of nature in the Central Temple anymore. I would carry it with me wherever I go. In the mercenary country, I met Slamberge, and he told me that he found Morgan's traces and asked me for help. Thor, you also know what kind of necromancer Morgan is. If you want to deal with Morgan, you must be prepared for sacrifice at any time."

"You really found out Morgan? What happened later?"

"Later? Later, I didn't find Morgan, but instead found Morgan's student, Annasita. You know all these things." Buzureano smiled: "I have many friends, but only a few people can communicate with you, among them. When I met those children of An Fei, due to Morgan's threat, I felt that the Heart of Nature should be handed over to a reliable person to keep. At least I can't let the Heart of Nature fall into the hands of the Necromancer, so I handed over the Heart of Nature to An Fei, hoping that he would hand it over to you. Among all my friends, you are the most suitable one."

"But you didn't expect that An Fei could actually merge with the Heart of Nature?" Thor smiled.

"Yes, I never thought. Fusion... how incredible it is!" Buzureano sighed: "The last fusion, the birth of the Saint-level powerful Dante, has been thousands of years since now."

"I can only regard this as the arrangement of the God of Destiny. If you don't hand over the heart of nature to An Fei, nothing will happen."

"Yes, An Fei might live a more peaceful life, and Manzheli would not point his finger at him."

"That child Anfei...is not a person who can calm down." Thor laughed: "I know him very well."

"You not only know him, but you also value him. And His Majesty Yuland."

"Aren't you the same?" Thor said lightly: "Dante turned out to be just a wandering beggar. After merging with the heart of nature, he became a Saint-level powerhouse in just ten years! It can be said that as long as An Fei is given a certain amount of time, his future achievements will exceed all of us. With An Fei's childhood teacher, what does it mean to be two Saint-level powerhouses? Who can ignore them?!"

"Just pay attention?" Buzureano smiled and said, "This is not enough to summarize His Majesty Jurand's thoughts."

"What do you mean?"

"Grandon volunteered several times to be the supervisor of the Shield of Light. However, His Majesty Yuland never agreed, and in the end he appointed Chris Ding as the supervisor. I think An Fei's attitude played a big role in this."

"This is your Majesty's housework, let's change the topic." Thor said softly.

"Haha...Sol, you are actually very ambiguous."

"Me?" Thor raised his eyebrows.

"Without others' help, Manzli could not stop Susanna just right." Buzureano said slowly: "Sor, are you very disappointed with your future son-in-law?"

"Bzureano, Buzureano. I have always regarded you as a loyal brother!" Thor smiled bitterly.

"You're not mistaken." Buzureano joked, but a cold light flashed in his eyes: "If I weren't too loyal, I wouldn't have had so many troubles today when Manzhasley just became the wolf king!"

"It's not too late now." Thor whispered: "The key is, can you make up your mind then?"

"Menzheli always keeps me in the dark. He has been plotting against me for a long time." Buzureano said slowly: "Whether he succeeds or fails, he can use His Majesty Jurand's hands to destroy the power of my temple. Do you think I can let him go?"

"It's good that you can think like this." Thor smiled and said, "I've always been very strange. With the abilities of you and Mang Shu, why have you always tolerated Manzhes so unscrupulously? An Fei has merged with the heart of nature. For you, he has become a messenger of God, but Manzhes dares to attack An Fei. This behavior is too crazy. Don't talk about you, even Mang Shu is very angry. He pretended to agree to Manzhes' request, and then immediately passed on Manzhes' plan to us. Fortunately, with his help, otherwise our people will be short of their hands."

"Menzhusli married a good wife." Buzureano smiled bitterly and said, "Don't underestimate the power of the elves. Manzhusli's wife is an elder of the elves. She has great power. With her help, she will be able to have Manzhusli today."

"I haven't asked you, who gave An Fei a few elf maids, who was instructed by me? I know this is definitely not what you thought of."

"This... is just to allow An Fei to master natural magic faster."

"real?"

"Of course it's true."

Thor nodded, smiled, and did not continue to ask.

"Sol, don't you want to remind yourself of your future son-in-law? Just watching him make a mistake?" Buzureano knew that Sol must have discovered something, and retaliatedly turned the topic to something that Sol obviously didn't want to talk about.

"It's not that I don't remind you, but that your Majesty wants to see everyone's nature." Thor said lightly: "For me, I can understand him. Philip has already been loyal to Wester. He is under too much pressure, so he trusts Manzli's promise."

"See your nature clearly? What can you see clearly when you push someone to the point of being anxious? "Buzureano smiled sarcastically, and then saw Thor's face turned heavy. He knew that Thor was disgusted with anyone talking about Yuland in front of him in a sarcastic tone. He sighed and changed the topic: "Your Majesty's magnanimity is touching. I think it is necessary for us to start further cooperation."

“Further cooperation?”

"In the elves, the spring of life is under the control of the Queen."

Thor was stunned: "Don't tell me that the Elf Queen is on your side?"

"I guessed it right." Buzureano smiled and said, "The Queen has always been disgusted with Manzhesley, so she will support me."

"I think... the Elf Queen is even more disgusted with Manzheli's wife?"
Chapter completed!