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Chapter 345: 0344

"What do you think that is?"

Langmingway was actually aware of the weirdness of the people around him.

He has experienced witches, or spread curses over a large area, but these things are all traceable, and obviously do not conform to the current situation of Ambera Ice Port.

Ken murmured. "mood."

"Ah, can you explain it a little more clearly?" Langz had already started scratching his head.

"We'd better ask."

Ken frowned, looked at the chaotic streets, and took a step after a while.

Lang Mingwei and the others followed him, and they didn't go far before realizing who this guy was looking for.

The most well-informed location in Ambera Ice Harbor.

Underground bounty area.

As long as you come to this place, the crowded and chaotic streets will become quiet and quiet. The ground is full of stagnant water that will never dry up, and there are also uneven gravel roads that have been worn out by the soles of your feet.

The space is distorted here, and no one can see other customers.

Lang Mingwei saw that Mahalu's brows did not seem to relax at all, so he asked: "You seem a little irritable, does the magic marsh frog give you a great sense of oppression?"

Ken returned his gaze.

"No, I was wondering what it would be like to be able to give this kind of chaotic space to the person who made the rules. The person in power at Ambera Ice Harbor has never appeared..."

He stood in front of the old shop.

It was still damp, dark wood covered with slippery moss.

Ken didn't push the door open in a hurry, but continued to finish the second half of the sentence.

"Is it because...the Red Maple Heights is too far away, or because we didn't make a big enough noise, even if the looters and mercenaries fight each other, this group of people still feel that...the situation is under control?"

"My dear fellow, you are exaggerating."

Lowndes continued to scratch his scalp.

He would rather have another hard fight with Mogor than keep up with the rhythm of Zhan Jing's thinking.

Lang Mingwei raised his eyebrows, wanting to laugh but felt that he was not respectful enough.

north.

Palotus than.

This snow-covered wilderness is known for its brutal living conditions.

The countries in southern Xinjiang are indeed afraid of the courage and passion in the blood of the locals, but if there is such a person who can influence the development of the entire northern border.

That should also be some characters who fled here from the southern border countries.

"Don't underestimate this land and the people living in the wind and snow. While respecting their force, you must also learn to calm down and think about the wisdom of these people."

Ken said to Langmingway very seriously.

Knight Commander Norlin didn't understand why Maharu wanted to be serious with himself on this matter.

他 说:

"I think you are too conspiratorial, maybe it really exists, but... you first said that the current war is driven by something, and then you think that the people in power at the port can take everything into account."

Langmingway shook his head regretfully.

"How do you ask me to support your wild thinking, brother, you should think about what is in front of you, instead of speculating about the various obscene stories behind it."

He met Maharu's eyes seriously.

"If it's really like what you said, there are so many extremely intelligent people gathered in Palotusbi, then this wasteland has already ruled the Usua continent!"

"I'm not kidding, I just can't explain it to you."

Ken stared at him.

He was indeed as frank as possible, and Langmingway was also the only one among the people present who could compare with himself in the overall situation.

It's just that the family affairs of the Norlin Kingdom made it impetuous, thus losing the brains cultivated by the Lierberta family.

Ken couldn't reveal his identity.

He admired Langmingway's bravery and strength, but he couldn't completely reveal the real information and his past experience to him like he did to Mag.

The camps are different between the two sides.

Lang Mingwei would never have imagined that the mercenary leader in front of him would belong to Palotusbi in terms of geographical division, rather than the rich and vast city-states of the southern border countries.

He could sense Maharu's concealment.

He admired and envied the other party's talent, but also expressed anger at this ambiguous attitude.

"I know you'll have to go back to Noreen sooner or later."

Ken deliberately lowered the volume, and at the same time glanced at McGonagall who was protected by Quema and Lownds from the corner of his eye.

When Lang Mingwei heard this, his eyes became sharp.

Ken mentioned this matter in the hope that the next words would get the other party's attention.

他 说:

"The northern border is indeed very complicated. Mr. Burke has also told you about it. Maybe he knows more details. In short, you'd better be in awe of this wasteland. Its development and experience are deliberately arranged by someone, and its fate has its own meaning." To put it bluntly, it's just a fiddled play..."

Ken approached Langmingway, telling him this sentence was also a reminder to himself.

He said: "In the final analysis, everyone is a chess piece ready to take the climax. See it clearly, and never let anger deprive you of the right to think. That is not bravery, but a surrender to fate."

Langmingway stared at him like he was waiting for a huge monster.

The blade in his arms was trembling, and that legendary weapon seemed to be able to feel the heartbeat of the sword holder.

Lang Mingwei was silent for a long time.

Ken also stood where he was.

He felt that the other party bumped his shoulder and pushed open the door of the ancient shop.

Ken let go of his shoulders and sighed.

He knew that his words probably didn't have much effect.

Ken sees through Langmingway's character flaws.

He's really good at seeing people.

But he wants to be persuasive and guide carefully like he treats his own subordinates... It's obviously inappropriate.

He felt a little stupid.

The other party was Knight Commander Norlin, the eldest son of the Lierbota family. How could he casually listen to the advice of this false mercenary leader?

"Mr. Maharu, thank you."

Mag came from behind and gave a noble salute to Ken before entering the shop.

She's a girl too smart to ignore.

Although Mag didn't hear the content of the conversation, she could sense Ken's good intentions. She knew Ken's ability to judge the situation, so she firmly believed that the advice given to Langmingway was definitely beneficial.

"Unfortunately, it seems to have the opposite effect. I am self-righteous..."

Ken laughed, sighed, and walked towards the door with a renewed expression.

He said: "If there is a chance, I will lower my profile and have a good talk."

Ken took this sentence to heart.

He didn't expect...

This was the last serious conversation between the two sides before Langmingway returned to Nolin.

And these exhortations all became prophecies, engraved on the invisible coffin, and brought them into the grave.

"Mr. Demon Swamp Frog, I'm here to visit again."

Ken backed out the door.

In the corner of my eye...

Lang Mingwei's figure was straight, with a knight's long sword pinned to his waist and hips.

(End of this chapter)