Law of the Devil

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(Second delivery today, 10,000 words complete.

Chapter 299 [Enemy or Friend?

When the sky was slightly bright, the banquet ended, and everyone took a carriage back to the house. And the Earl of Villa invites you with enthusiasm, just to say that today is the Darren Mountain Warcraft, and that it is his turn to come some other day. Everyone got chilly and went back on their way.

Dewey sat in the carriage for a while, closed his eyes, and this meeting tonight, after the deal, everyone got the benefit. Though Dewey may seem to have given way to some interests, both the Darren Mountain Warcraft and Count Villa are not fools and will certainly show up in the future. Dewey is not in Tidu, although he has a noble title, but people have been out of the core of power for too long, and there has always been something wrong with him. These two guys are in Didu, and they have a good relationship, and a lot of things, they can always help themselves talk.

As for money... Dewey is not essentially a profit-seeking businessman. He's already rich, makes less money, doesn't care.

At dawn, although the curfew on the imperial gates had not been lifted, the gates were closed and access was forbidden. But what identity is Dewey? He had access permits issued by Prince Chen himself, and naturally entered the city smoothly.

The carriage entered Didu all the way. At dawn, there were naturally no pedestrians in the streets, on empty streets, and the night was dull. Only occasionally, far from the streets, walked past the soldiers of the patrol security forces, the sound of the bootleggers. Beyond that, because it's winter, there's not even a bird screaming.

Dewey was resting in the carriage and suddenly felt the speed drop, even though the carriage had been meticulously remodeled by Dewey, with excellent shock protection and a sudden stop, and Dewey felt a sudden break under his body. He opened his eyes and a voice of awe came from the driver Lufik: "Lord, master, there is a man in front of you who has stopped the road. ”

Dewey frowned, in his capacity, in Tidu again, in the middle of the night. Who dares to stop him from going? Is it an assassin?

Subsequently, several accompanying guards outside were heard shouting.

On the long street, in front of the street, stands a thin, tall shadow. The man, wearing a typical servant's grey clothing beam, preferred a square round hat on his head. A lonely man stood in the middle of the street, in the middle of the night, unable to see his face, but blocked the way of the carriage.

The guards of the two tulip families driving in front of the carriage have long welcomed the past. The loyal guard, his hand has been pressed over the handle of the sword, is drinking and asking: “Who dares to stop the road! Get out of the way! ”

But the man on the street, as if he hadn't heard, stood on the road. It is strange that this person has such a strange smell that several tulip guards look far away at his shadow and can't help but create a strange chill.

In the middle of the night, it was as if a cold, ghostly eye had shot at me. The horses beneath the guards couldn't help but take a few steps back. Letting the guards immediately scream and drive them, the horses were scared to death and could not move forward.

Some sophisticated guards have noticed something wrong, jumped off the horse and pulled out their weapons and forced them to go up.

At this point, this grey figure in the street sighed faintly, and a slightly tired voice came: "Lord Tulip, come out and meet me. ”

The leading guard drank: "Who are you, the Duke? ”

After that, he gave his peers a look, and three or five people pushed him in a semi-surrounded position.

At that point, Dewey had pushed the carriage door open and walked down herself, shouting "Stop” at his guard. Then he walked up to the front and glanced at the wagon driver's seat, Cersei shivering Lufik, and then frowned at the man in the distance: "Who are you? Why do you want to see me? ”

Dewey also has some vigilance in his heart. Though that man stood far away, with Dewey as a magician, his five senses far outweighed ordinary people by more than ten times? Don't talk so far, even if it's a little further, in the middle of the night, Dewey should be able to see each other as well.

But if this guy stood there, no matter how closely Dewey looked at it, his shadow seemed to have melted into the night, mixed with the night of the Dark Monk, it was such a blurred grey shadow that even Dewey couldn't see the person - which was obviously some special spell or tactic used against him.

The grey man saw Dewey come out, and the voice seemed a little warmer, less ghostly: “Duke Tulip, not that I want to see you, but that my master wants to see you. ”

Dewey frowned: “Who is your master? ”

This man smiled, laughed, Dewey's eyes lit up, saw the air in front of him, suddenly twisted, originally surrounded by his body, that kind of dark night, as if much clearer, not so blurred, his face finally came out a little.

The man had a skinny face, a sharp chin, and a slightly pointy-mouthed monkey cheek. If a normal person had such a look, it would be somewhat obscene. But even though he grew up like this, the brows were sobering, making it impossible to be half despicable of his ugly appearance, but hidden in some awe.

The man's eyes were bright, his eyes were on Dewey's body, his mouth pulled a slight smile, then lifted his left arm, stretched out his left hand hidden in his sleeve, his fingers bounced gently, his fingertips immediately hallucinated a frozen cold air of silver and white, far away, he was like magic, and quickly above his fingertips condensed a group of white light, light, countless subtle ice prism dance...

As soon as Dewey saw his hand, his eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face: "Well, I know who your master is. Hmm... if he invited me, why stop the road here in the middle of the night? As your master, you can meet me at the Duke's house in broad daylight. ”

The man seemed to laugh, but in this laugh, he made a slight mockery: “The Duchess is very busy, and the master said," I'm afraid you won't be able to come back this time. Otherwise, the master has helped you with such a big favor, but it has been two days since you returned to the emperor. It is disappointing not only that you did not come to see me, but that no one has sent you a message. ”

In the face of such a man, the guards of Dewey's men showed anger. In Dewey's current capacity, who dares speak to him in such a derisive tone?

Dewey seemed kind to him: "Well, you're right, I'm rude. I'll go see your master as you please. ”

After that, and despite the objections of his men, Dewey asked his men to go back to the Duke's house and forbid them to follow him. Then he took a few steps on his own, laughing: "Where is your master? Take me there. ”

The man hummed twice and didn't talk much, turning towards the other end of the street.

Dewey stepped up behind him, and the guard behind him was about to catch up, and Dewey drinks from afar: "Nobody follow! Everybody go back!”

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At dawn, on the long street of Tidu, a grey servant in front of him carried his hands behind his back and practiced. Behind him, Dewey, dressed in gourmet clothes, followed him, and the distance between them remained hidden about ten meters. Dewey quickened his steps a few times, but the guy in front seemed intentionally to keep his distance, Dewey quickened him, and Dewey slowed him down, always keeping such a delicate distance of 10 meters.

Dewey interrupted that this guy had absolutely special skills. When he walked, he was quick, and suddenly he had a floating feeling, which was probably a special technique of martial arts. Together with the cold air he had just displayed, Dewey's speculation was more certain.

Both of them are wizards, and they're moving forward, but they're fast. Before dawn, he had gone from east to west of the city, then went north again...

As if he was extremely familiar with the route of night patrols by the soldiers of the Diduri Security Service, he walked in front of him to the left and right. On the way, he avoided the patrol soldiers of the Security Service as much as possible, and nobody disturbed the two.

Finally, we arrived on the banks of the Lan Canal north of the Imperial capital.

This section of the Lancang Canal is the largest pier in the Empire City. The grand ceremony was also held here when Count Raymond, Dewey's father, returned from the triumph of the South.

In the night, the Emperor's huge male harbor, in the contours of the night, like a sleeping giant beast, several piers built specifically enough to dock the sea god-class ship, stretched over the canal.

Just at the two ends of the great harbour of Empire, along the river along the Grand Canal, a flourishing place has been created, especially upstream, where a number of merchants have opened a teahouse wine house, so that next to the river, climbing the stairs, the view of the city of Empire and above the Grand Canal, a little sailing, while tasting the delicious wine dishes, is a very elegant enjoyment. So here, it's kind of a famous place in Tidu.

It's just that at dawn, far away, above the gigantic harbor, it's quite quiet, only some of the boats parked here, kinda lit up. And some of the hard-working workers who got up early in the harbor started working. It's just quiet.

The winery teahouse on both sides is not yet open and the streets are quiet.

Dewey followed this man all the way here, but headed north, along this river view avenue on the banks of the Grand Canal, and then suddenly in a turning place, this man walked to the side of the road, pushed open a door, and his body flashed and went in.

Dewey looked calm and followed behind to this door, looked up, but it was a tiny teahouse. On this bustling street, it looks a little sour, but there's something special about it from the way it's arranged - there's a sign on the door of this teahouse that says:

“The vulgar do not enter."

Dewey saw such a line of words that she had to smile and push the door in.

There is no one downstairs in this small building, but one rather dilapidated wooden staircase going up. The man who came before, wanted to be up there. Dewey didn't hesitate to come up the stairs. I went upstairs and saw a screen in front of me. Dewey turned the screen and saw what was happening upstairs.

The second floor is a small hall with windows on all sides, but at this point only the one facing the Grand Canal is wide open. The silk and cold wind in the morning kept the house cold.

At the side of the window, one person sat with Dewey on his back, with a silver pot and two small glasses in front of him. From the back of his head, the man was quite old, and his spinal beams seemed rather untidy, and his body shrunk in the chair. The room was so cold, he didn't close the window, let the cold wind blow, just a thick blanket on his body.

The man in the grey coat, who came with Dewey, stood so quietly behind him, standing with his hands down, as if he were a statue.

Dewey sighed a long time and looked at the man's back and laughed: "The view of the river is good this morning, but the weather is a little too cold right now - you're very excited, did you invite me to take a nap this morning? ”

After that, he smiled and took two steps. Nor does this man turn back, just an old voice coming from him: "The Duke is busy, if you don't pick this time, I'm afraid you won't have time. ”

Dewey slowly walked up and said, “You're welcome! If it's your invitation, at any time, I'll squeeze out the time, so why send this expert of yours? Hmm... that just surprised me. Since when has this‘ frost fight 'become so worthless? Anyone who stops me in the middle of the night is free to use it. I'm afraid it's someone like you who can teach such a masterful apprentice. ”

The man smiled lightly: "He's not my apprentice, he's just a sweetheart around me. ”

Dewey had come to him, sitting so generously in the chair in front of the man, picking up the silver pot and an empty cup on the table, pouring himself a glass, sipping it, and frowning: “This makes me guess wrong, sitting on the river, in such a cold weather, it is best to drink a pot of hot wine, it is a very elegant thing. But how can someone as big as you drink only water? Isn't that a little odorless? ”

The man frowned and smiled: “Haven't you heard a word, Duke... the warmer the wine, the colder the water! My heart has been cold for decades, and drinking water is just right for a chilling person like me. ”

He lifted his thin old hand and pointed at the open window. "Duchess, look, the wind here is cold, but it is bitter for the others. For me... this cold wind attack feels like a nostalgia...”

Dewey smiled slightly, took a deep breath in the cold wind, the cool air sniffed into his lungs, there was a kind of frozen heartbeat pain, then he laughed haha: "Do you miss it? Well, you miss the cold on Snow Mountain, don't you? Mr. Blue Sea. ”

Blue Sea didn't laugh, but the old face seemed to be caught in contemplation. After a long time, his bright eyes flashed a little helplessly: “Dewey, you're right. I do miss Snow Mountain. There's ice and snow, but there, my heart is warm. And the emperor was warm, but my heart was cold. ”

Dewey smiled. “In that case, as a warm man, let's have a cold drink with you! ”

He took a sip of the cold water in the cup and grew out of it, grinning bitterly: “I never thought it would be such a pleasure to drink such a glass of cold water in such a cold weather. ”

Blue Sea coughed twice. The servant in grey clothes behind him immediately looked at him with concern. Blue Sea waved his hand, indicating that he was fine. He just wrapped the blanket tight. His divine colour was a little weak. He looked at Dewey and laughed: “Duchess, you took my eighty pupils and came back to the Emperor to meet me. Some of you might not be able to say that. ”

Dewey's eyes flashed, laughing: “Mr. Blue Sea, when you gave me those eighty apprentices, the intention was not necessarily pure. Of course, I naturally miss your help, but... before I see you, I have to figure something out. ”

“What's the matter? ”

Dewey dropped the cup in her hand, stared at the Blue Sea, and slowly said word for word: "When I see you again, am I an enemy or a friend? ”

The voice has just come down, the room is already a blatant killer!!

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