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Prime Minister Harb Hassan sat in his son’s room, silent, only the sound of a monotonous heartbeat, a sound like the sound of a clock striking!

Ali is dead!

His only son is dead!

I still remember when he was just born, he was crumpled, like a small worm, he didn’t dare to hold him, for fear of accidentally crushing him, slowly he grew up, called himself dad for the first time, walked for the first time, ran for the first time …

Ali, I want to avenge you!

This is a father’s job!

Even if Ali is a scum and a demon, but he is dead now, I will avenge him no matter what!

The silver level itself has no way, but there is always someone who has a way, doesn’t it?

Even if I sacrifice the whole of Persia, I will not give up!

In the silent bedroom, the red eyes flashed with a terrifying essence.

Hubble took out a stone engraved with runes.

Infuse magic.

“Jabba!”

“Yo, my old friend, how’s it going? Are you okay? “This is a rune communication stone, and the voice of the communication stone is full of mockery.

“Jabba, my son Ali is dead!” Hubble Hassan said in a low voice.

“Little Ali is dead! That’s a shame! The voice was still mocking, Ali’s death had nothing to do with him, okay!

“Jabba, I want to avenge my son Ali!” Hubble’s tone began to become angry, and his tone unconsciously increased.

“Yes?” Jabba began to become interested, there was some joy in his tone, he seemed to have guessed something, if it was really like that, it would be wonderful, wouldn’t it?

“What do you want to do?” Jabba held back the excitement in his heart and asked.

“I know, you want to get Persia, I can give Persia to you, but I have a request!” Hubble said confidently, saying a word to a country, if it is another country, Hubble may not be able to do it, but Persia he can. The king of the Persian state indulged in wine all day, coveted a comfortable and luxurious life, and did not care about political affairs, and if the whole of Persia were not for him, the Persian state would have fallen apart. So he is not only the prime minister of the Persian state, but also the de facto king of the Persian state! For the future of this country, he can decide!

“Yes?” Jabba was excited: “So old friend, everything is so happily decided!” ”

“Well, as long as you help my son avenge, the Persian kingdom is yours!” Hubble Hassan said.

“Okay, old friend, wait for my good news!”

Then the light of the runes on the rune communication stone dimmed, and the communication ended!

In Ali’s bedroom, Hubble was still sitting quietly in Ali’s original bed, his eyes were red as blood, and he wanted to choose someone.

Ali, my son, I will help you take revenge, all those who hurt you cannot escape!

The next day, more than a dozen unknown people were killed in the royal capital, and the whole family was left without chickens and dogs, and the tragic situation of death was simply shocking, and no one knew who did it, nor who did it. And these more than ten families have only one thing in common.

They were all relatives of the family members of the group of guards who were by Ali’s side when Ali Hassan died that day!

The hyena has gone crazy, he wants everyone to be buried for his son!

…………

On the other side, at the other end of the rune communication stone, in a palace extremely close to the center of the palace of the sultan, a man wearing a black gold-painted robe and his skin was obviously black smiled proudly: “Persia, it will be mine soon!” ”

“It’s mine! It’s mine! Another voice screamed.

“No, no, little Loko, Persia is mine!” The dark-skinned man corrected a parrot with somewhat disheveled feathers.

“It’s yours, it’s yours!” The parrot spoke again, and this time it was right!

“Yes, that’s it, my little Loko, Persia is mine, and the Sultan will be mine, and the entire continent will be mine in the end!” The dark-skinned man laughed wantonly, but his mouth was full of wild words!

His name was Jabba, and he was a priest in the sultan’s palace, with dark skin and an arrogant posture. No one knows how long he lived, only that he had come to the sultan a hundred years ago, and was hired as a priest by the sultan’s king at the time, specializing in predicting the future of the country, and some predicting some other things.

A rune stone shone on Jabba’s desk.

“Master!” The voice trembled with trepidation#.

“Say, Thief One, what’s the matter?” Jabba was also immersed in the excitement of getting the Persian state.

“Master,” said the thief a little worried, “my treasure was stolen, and when we went to catch the despicable thief, the thief actually killed everyone except me, and I was seriously injured!” ”

“Oh, the treasures have been stolen!” Jabba suddenly became gloomy, it was nearly a hundred years of accumulation, a hundred years of wealth was stolen, anger rose from his heart, “Damn, tell me, where is that person now?” ”

“Master, breathe anger!” The thief “plopped” and knelt to the ground, even if Jabba was not in front of him, he knelt down without hesitation.

“Enough, I want to know now where my treasure has gone!” Jabba yelled angrily at the communication stone.

“Master, that thief’s strength is probably silver-level, we are not opponents at all, after killing the people of the bandits, we have already left, and I don’t know where he went!”

“…”Jabba can be described as angry, but he is not a fool, he can kill the people in the group of thieves to only one seriously injured person, and it is extremely simple to leave. He was just grieving for the treasure he had accumulated over the past hundred years.

A hundred years ago, he came to Sudan and found the prosperity of the Golden Road, so he found forty-four slaves, and then controlled them to rob the caravans on the trade route, because with his own support, even the huge creature of the continental union council wanted to capture these slaves, and there was nothing to do, crisscrossing the Hasa Desert for nearly a hundred years, but before he could enjoy the fruits of victory, he was intercepted halfway.

It’s hateful! Infuriating! Annoying!

He wants to find this thief and let him enjoy all the pain of the world!

“Thief One, you come back first, I have my own way with that thief!” Jabba ordered gloomyly.

“Obey the master, the thief will come back immediately!”

Jabba’s good mood was completely ruined, and he was surprised by the joy of getting Persia and losing the treasures he had accumulated for a hundred years, and he couldn’t be happy!

“Looks like I’m going to get busy!” Jabba muttered, “Loko, bring me my magic sand!” ”

“Yes, master!” Loko the parrot flew somewhere in the room, then grabbed a small pocket with his paws and flew to Jabba’s side.

“Magic Sand Divination!” This is Jabba’s job, divination!

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