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"You wait here for me, don't walk around, I'm going to buy some, no.
I'll go into the City Lord's Mansion and call you after I make sure it's safe."
Zhang Mu, who read too many comments in the short video, almost said something fishy, but he reacted promptly and corrected it.
"Mr. Zhang Mu, do you really not want me to come with you? If we encounter any danger..."
"Why, can you take me out if I encounter danger?
Just stay here honestly. If something happens to me, it will be easy for me to escape."
"Can……"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I will leave the resistance." After three days of getting along, Zhang Mu has figured out a way to "deal with" him.
"I understand. I'll wait for you in peace."
Small sample, easy to grasp.
Zhang Mu turned around proudly and walked towards Gul City with his hands behind his back.
It’s not too far, and it only takes ten minutes to cross the city gate.
The architectural style is similar to that of the city of Bala, but the area is much larger.
The only thing that feels weird is that there are quite a few residences in the city that are obviously converted from watchtowers.
Walking on the street, Zhang Mu looked around in confusion.
No matter how long ago the city of Gur was built, it couldn't be tens of thousands of years old, right?
That is to say, the church’s regulations require that before building a city, why build so many watchtowers?
After thinking for a while, I came to no conclusion.
He put aside his confusion temporarily, quickened his pace, walked through the crowd, and came to the alley opposite the City Lord's Mansion.
Just as Domit said, the City Lord's Mansion was really busy holding a funeral. People entering and leaving the gate were all wearing all black clothes, and faint cries could be heard from inside the mansion.
After squinting his eyes for a while, Zhang Mu started the transformation technique and turned into the city lord according to his memory of the previous days.
He paced back and forth, getting familiar with the city lord's walking posture.
He had practiced every day on the way to Gol City, and now he was just reviewing it.
Feeling that it was about time, he put on a stern face and walked towards the door.
"Hello, sir, please..." At the door, the guard who had just sent two mourners into the mansion heard the footsteps, turned around and greeted them, but was stunned after seeing the appearance of the people coming.
"Lord City Lord!" Coming back to his senses, the guard suddenly knelt down on one knee.
"Yeah." Zhang Mu looked through the gate and looked at the guests chatting with each other in the courtyard behind the gate. "Who ordered the funeral?"
"City, Lord City Lord..."
"explain."
"Young Master."
With a sneer on his lips, Zhang Mu strode over the threshold and walked towards the main hall.
Guests kept seeing him with surprised expressions. When they came to their senses, they hurried forward to say something, but Zhang Mu raised his hand to stop them.
He was not pretending to be cool, but was afraid of making mistakes if he spoke too much. After all, he knew nothing about the city lord's daily habits, so it was better to speak less.
As for the guests, they did not find it strange that the "city lord" seemed to be suppressing immense anger under his calm appearance.
Who wouldn't be angry if they held the funeral without even searching carefully?
They then keenly realized that something was going to happen in the City Lord's Mansion, looked at each other, and turned around and trotted out the door.
When Zhang Mu walked into the hall, he saw several people with their backs to him. He did not get angry in a hurry, but looked around first.
The hall was decorated in a presentable manner.
The tops of the beams and pillars were hung with black cloth strips made of exquisite fabrics. Opposite the hall door was an altar with a portrait of the city lord on it.
There seems to be no custom of lighting candles at funerals in the Kingdom of Lake. Only a few silver plates are used to hold meat and fruit offerings.
My eyes fell on the seven figures facing the portrait in silence. Judging from their hair and body shapes, they were six women and one man.
They should be the city lord's family members, or possibly guests. We have to deal with them first.
After thinking for a few seconds, Zhang Mu looked up and said calmly, "It's a very luxurious funeral. Who planned it?"
Chapter 133 Exposed as soon as he came up?
The neutral tone echoed in the empty mourning hall, attracting the attention of seven people.
In an instant, Zhang Mu glanced at them calmly and made a rough judgment of their identities in his heart - they were all family members of the city lord.
Of the six women, two looked to be in their forties, so Zhang Mu guessed they were the city lord's wives. The other four, three of whom looked to be in their early twenties, might be the city lord's daughters.
The last one is a little girl of about seventeen or eighteen, who should be the city lord’s youngest daughter.
Their eyes were all filled with surprise. If they were guests, it should be the former.
Even those whose interests are tied to the city lord's will not instinctively feel happy at the first moment.
The young man had a look of shock and panic on his face. He was the only one who was afraid.
It seems that he is the mayor's eldest son. It is estimated that he was the one who planned this lavish funeral.
Zhang Mu breathed a sigh of relief after having an idea of the current situation. His tone remained cold: "Answer me."
After the second voice was heard, everyone finally came to their senses, and the six women rushed towards Zhang Mu.
Seeing several people raising their hands to make a move, Zhang Mu snorted coldly: "Stop it.
Answer my question first."
"My dear, it was all your son's idea."
Zhang Mu's eyelids twitched a few times.
It wasn't because of the content of the words, after all, this was the news he knew before coming here, nor was it because he pretended to suppress his anger, there was no need for that. But the person who spoke was actually that 17 or 18-year-old girl.
Fortunately, I didn’t call her daughter directly.
I felt somewhat relieved in my heart, but at the same time I was thinking that I couldn't continue to waste time here, otherwise if I said a few more words I would be exposed.
"Very good." Zhang Mu stared at the city lord, "Go to the study."
"Okay, okay, father." The eldest son put his hands tightly on both sides of his thighs, standing there nervously and not daring to move.
How can this be possible? How would I know where the study is if you don't lead the way?
"You go ahead."
Perhaps because he was afraid of Zhang Mu's cold eyes, he immediately turned around and walked towards the side door on the right. In his panic, his two feet touched each other and he almost fell.
"Clean this up, and I'll deal with the rest when I get back."
After saying that, he followed "Hao Daer" through a double-sided corridor with pillars but no walls, and walked into a study with exquisite furnishings.
The house was not small, the floor was covered with wool carpets, the stone walls were not painted or otherwise decorated, and there were extinguished magic crystal lamps in the corners and on the ceiling.
The older boy walked to the desk and stood upright.
Zhang Mu sat behind the table with his back straight, staring at him.
I'm not thinking about how to punish him. As long as he can gain a foothold in the City Lord's Mansion, there will be plenty of time to do that in the future.
The important thing now is to minimize contact with the city lord's family as much as possible, and find out the interpersonal relationships in the city lord's mansion, as well as the city lord's own daily living habits, personality preferences, normal way of speaking, etc. before they notice anything unusual.
Zhang Mu did not choose the study room casually in order to avoid close contact with them.
The study is a private space, and it is more likely to contain personal secret information, making it convenient to get to know the city lord as quickly as possible.
We have to get him away, and it would be best if we don't meet for a short time.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Mu looked up and said, "You are under house arrest. You are not allowed to leave your room without my order.
If you try to escape secretly, you should know the consequences. "
"Yes, Father!"
It seemed that he did not expect that his "father" would let him go so easily. The eldest son turned around and ran out of the study room while answering as if he was running for his life.
He looked so frightened that he didn't even have time to close the door.
The mental controls closed automatically, leaving Zhang Mu alone in the room. He let out a breath, leaned back, and sank into the soft back of the chair:
"Fortunately, the city lord took all the elite professionals to the Quiet Forest."
Although the fluctuations of magic power could not be sensed by others and he did not have to worry about his strength as a junior magician being discovered, it was a good thing that there were no high-level professionals in the City Lord's Mansion at the moment.
If someone really finds out something is wrong, it would be easy to silence them.
In this way, I successfully sneaked in.
Later, we must quickly investigate all the details of the City Lord's Mansion to avoid exposing our tracks.
Thinking of this, Zhang Mu stretched out his strength to stand up from the chair, ready to look around to see if there was anything like a diary recording his daily trivialities.
But just as I turned around, there was a knock on the door.
"咚咚-"
Knowing that the "city lord" was furious about his son's funeral, who would dare to come and cause trouble?
Zhang Mu was a little confused. He sat back in the leather chair with a blank expression on his face: "Come in."
"crunch-"
"Lord City Lord."
The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man wearing complicated aristocratic clothing with a face covered with fine wrinkles.
The strange thing is that when facing the city lord who had "come back from the dead", there was no sadness or joy in his eyes.
He held a stack of gray paper in his hand and stepped forward: "Lord City Lord, these are the city affairs that have been accumulated during your absence from Gul City."
"Leave it here."
The man placed the gray paper on the table, clasped his hands together, and placed them on his abdomen.