Infinity from the giant

You can search for "Unlimited Search Novels from Giants (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Wisteria City is the capital of Faroland. Like Bushen City, it is one of the historical cities of Faroland.

In the west of the city, you can see a building resembling a square tower, but without a spire, it has a flat roof.

This strange tower-shaped building is quite classical in appearance, but the decoration style is very modern.

The interior of the building is paved with white porcelain plates, hung with urn-shaped chandeliers, and some rooms are actually glass curtain walls.

There is even a spiral-shaped steam locomotive track that rises along the high tower and extends to the parking lot on the flat roof.

The architectural style is very distinctive, the traditional and modern are perfectly blended together, and it is not abrupt, obviously from the hands of the architect.

It is called the "White Pagoda of Order" and is 45 meters high. There are eleven floors on the ground and two basements.

The White Tower of Order is the headquarters of the seventh inning. It was designed and built by the architect Frank Alto of the Steam Alliance. It has been standing in Wisteria City for more than 30 years.

At this moment, in the corridor of the eleventh floor of the high tower, the patriarch of the original stone tribe of the Kangao tribe, Yuan Zaluo, was walking back and forth outside a golden nan wooden door.

Zaro did not wear the traditional tribal costumes. At this time, he put on a blue suit and a black tie, but he wore it upside down.

Unlike the ten floors below, there was almost no staff in the corridor on the eleventh floor, and Zaro's messy footsteps echoed in the long corridor.

About to see the "Purgatory Butcher", Zaro, who looked like a middle-aged uncle, felt uneasy. He stretched out his fingers and rubbed his eyebrows, and squeezed the collar of his suit which was a little tight.

To be honest, he doesn't like to wear such clothes, but he does the same in the countryside. If he wears a crown of colorful feathers and a coat of animal skin, it is too eye-catching.

"Crunchy~"

The gorgeous Nanmu door with a wild rose carved on it opened.

A deacon in a black trench coat, black and white uniform, and a hat with a badge came out.

This is a young man who looks like his twenties, with purple temples and green eyes, handsome, with the romantic temperament of a poet.

"Sir, I've been waiting for a long time, the director invites you in."

His voice was mellow and soft, echoing ethereally in the slightly dark corridor.

There is no glass curtain wall on this floor, and the light is a bit dim.

Zaro glanced at the two diamond-shaped badges on his shoulders, his pupils shrunk slightly, and a smile immediately appeared: "It's okay, it's just a moment. After all, Lord Chief is busy with official duties."

It was not entirely a polite remark, he did not wait long.

The young deacon smiled slightly, stepped aside, stretched out his white gloved hand, and made a gesture of inviting in.

Zaro took a slow breath, calmed down his nervousness, and walked into the door slowly.

The young deacon did not follow up, but closed the door outside.

Zaro walked into the secretary's office. The decoration inside was unexpectedly simple, with a black desk and several chairs, a white information cabinet, and a silk sofa.

In addition, there is only a chandelier and a few paintings. One of them is placed opposite the desk. It is a portrait of a person. There are 14 people on it, including Karl Moldred and Charles IV. Inside.

It is very strange that there is a person above who turned out to be the bartender that Rennes had met before.Biquge www.sckean.com

The man worked at the Firebird Bar in Dilamo, on the outskirts of Pugny Plain. He was an uncle with a mustache. He also played Ren once and said he looked like his son.

The head of the 7th Bureau, Carl, was sitting behind his desk. He looked about thirty years old, with a straight nose, and his gray eyes gave people an indescribable sense of depth, like a quiet pool in an ancient forest.

"Please sit down."

The voice is gentle, giving people a sense of leisure.

Zaro subconsciously squeezed his fingers, and when he recovered, he slowly sat on the chair opposite Carl, his clothes were already wet with sweat.

The attitude of the other party is fairly friendly, but Zaro still feels tormented. He knows exactly how terrible this person is.

More than a hundred years ago, the former patriarch of the original stone department, a totem warrior comparable to a Tier 4 powerhouse, was choked to death with one hand.

At that time, Karl was only the [Shadow Broken Black Warrior] at the top of Tier 4, unlike now, it has been ninety years since he entered the sanctuary.

The fifth rank of the black warrior is the first rank [the black warrior of the horizontal sword], the second rank [the black warrior of the broken blade], the third rank [the black warrior of the ghost], the fourth rank [the black warrior of the broken shadow], and the fifth rank [the black warrior of the split sky] .

Swallowing, and rubbing his fingers on his knees, after seeing Carl himself, Zaro forgot all the polite words.

Feeling a little helpless in his heart, he opened the door and said: "Your Excellency, I am here to ask you for help on behalf of the entire Kangao tribe.

I also hope that you can send someone to suppress this ghoul chaos as soon as possible. Of course, our clan will try our best to cooperate with the 7th game."

Carl didn't reply for a while, tapping the tabletop with his right index finger, as if thinking about something.

Seeing that he didn't respond much, Zaro couldn't help feeling anxious. Several great witch doctors had clearly told him that this crisis could not be solved by the Kungau people.

He didn't dare to urge. More than a hundred years ago, the Kangao people had troubles, trying to drive away foreigners and dominate the Pugni Plain.

Of course, they don't want to leave Farroland, they just want autonomy and more land.

However, Charles IV sent troops to suppress it without hesitation, and Karl was one of the generals who suppressed the Kungau people.

"You three ancient totem tribes have a fifth-order [evil soul]-level ancestor spirit, and two [curse spirit]-level ancestor spirits.

Other big tribes may also have several [Spell Spirits], so you can't even protect yourself, right?"Carl said calmly.

The cultivation and use of wraith spirits is one of the cards of the Kangao people. They have a set of special methods to create spirit bodies and accelerate their growth.

Zaro frowned, his tone a little helpless: "After all, the ancestor spirit is no longer the person he was alive. Although the remaining obsession is willing to guard the tribe, every time he uses it, he needs a lot of sacrifices.

And there is a risk of losing control, such as the headless horseman."

Hearing the name Headless Horseman, a subtle sneer flashed in Karl's eyes.

The grieving spirits produced after death generally retain part of the memories of their lives, just like the grieving spirits of the painter Igor, who still cares about his wife, Claire.

Therefore, after the death of some powerful people in the clan with suitable conditions, the Khangao people will create spirit bodies, and those resentful spirits are generally willing to protect the tribe.

But the Headless Horseman obviously messed up that time, killing other women, cutting off their heads, and expecting them to protect the tribe. Don't be funny.

Carl also knew that it was not entirely because the people of the big tribe had lost their minds. After all, not everyone is suitable for cultivating ancestral spirits after death. The headless knight obviously met the conditions before his death.

Of course, the Ghoul Rebellion must be suppressed, but this does not prevent Karl Lion from opening his mouth: "I need the formula for Gale Potion."