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If he didn't use the power of truth, his perception ability would be even worse than mine.
Helpless, he had to turn around and leave the palace to look for someone himself.
He thought about asking Fleming to use the power of truth to help him find someone, but since Fleming shook his head and said he didn't know at the beginning, he probably wouldn't agree to this request.
After wandering aimlessly on the street for a while, Zhang Mu felt that this was not a good idea, so he walked to the side of the road and sat on the curb.
"In such a huge capital, where can we find two people? And they are saints who are intentionally hiding their whereabouts."
He scratched his head in annoyance, thinking about where they might be hiding and how to offer the sacrifice.
The former thought for a long time but to no avail.
The capital is the most prosperous city in Lake, and its functional areas overlap and the boundaries are extremely vague.
There may be residential buildings in a market, and the residential buildings may cover part of the commercial area.
This leads to a mixed crowd and frequent population movement.
Looking for someone here is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
As for the latter.
Zhang Mu frowned.
Fleming did not say how the sacrifice would be carried out. If it was to construct a magic circle, then all that needed to be done was to destroy the magic nodes.
But now I know nothing and I don’t know where to start to destroy it.
Sighing, Zhang Mu stood up: "It's no use just standing there in a daze, let's just wander around and try our luck."
After taking a few steps, he glanced around and muttered to himself, "Where can I hide...
And they run around all the time. If the city lord runs away, then... they all run away?"
Zhang Mu stopped unconsciously. Yes, if they don’t run, the city lord will escape?
Under normal circumstances, city lords will not leave the city during performance review meetings.
But we always have to be prepared for the worst. What if someone notices something is wrong and runs away with everyone?
No matter how small the probability is, it is possible for it to happen.
The two of them had been planning with the king for hundreds of years, how could they tolerate such a mistake?
You know, if the city lord really escapes, they in the city will not be able to stop him due to the ban.
There's no point in killing everyone once we're out of the city.
Because sacrifice requires a living sacrifice, the plan would be ruined if the person died.
It would be feasible to capture him alive and lock him up, but there were only two of them, and there were hundreds of city lords who were the lowest level wizards, so it was impossible for them to capture him.
Therefore, they must be secretly monitoring the city lord from a very close distance, even face to face.
If the city lord makes any unusual movements, the two of them will be able to react as quickly as possible.
"Almost touching..." Zhang Mu turned his head and looked into the distance at the hotel that was much taller than the surrounding stone houses.
Is there anything closer than this?
He rushed to the hotel and arrived downstairs in a short while.
look up.
It would be noon.
The warm winter sun shines on the entire exterior wall, and the crystal glass windows reflect the slightly dazzling sunlight.
It should be on the top floor.
Zhang Mu rose into the air on the spot, recalling the past in his heart.
Access to the top floor is prohibited without permission.
Although the people who stayed here were no small figures, the hotel owner's status was obviously more prominent, so no one had ever relied on their status to try to break in by force.
However, Zhang Mu had been in there.
It was about the third night. Curious about what was hidden up there, or who was living there, I used the shadow technique to find out.
The result is quite ordinary.
There are only three rooms on the entire first floor, and the interior is not luxurious, even more simple than the rooms on other floors.
After a quick look around and not seeing anything special, I left.
Unexpectedly, there were two big fish living in it.
While sighing, Zhang Mu rose to the same level as the top floor of the hotel, walked forward through the wall, and stood in the corridor.
Check three rooms in turn, two bedrooms and a dining room.
No one is seen.
It looked like they were going out.
Now that they have come to you, there is no need to worry.
Zhang Mu sat leisurely on the wooden chair, waiting for the two to come back.
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evening.
Blois returned to the hotel after a busy day.
He shouldn't be discovered by others now, but he stood in front of the door as if nothing happened.
The strange thing was that the pedestrians passing in front of him and the guards responsible for keeping watch behind him seemed not to see him.
Half an hour later, Pestoya slowly walked towards us from the distance on the cobblestone road.
After meeting up, the two walked along the wall to the back of the hotel.
There is a door leading directly to the top floor.
Push the door open and go up the wooden stairs to the top floor.
Entering the bedroom, Blois took out two bottles of wine and two gold goblets from the wine cabinet.
He opened the lid and filled it up, then turned and walked over to Pestoya and handed her a cup: "How's the progress over there?"
She didn't seem to want to say more: "Everything went well."
Bulova did not resent her cold attitude: "It's almost over."
"End?" Pestoya took the goblet, put the rim of the glass to her lips, and drank it all in one gulp.
He raised his arm, roughly grasped his sleeve, and wiped off the wine staining the corner of his lips: "It's just the beginning."
"Yeah." Blois understood that she was venting her anger and where the anger came from.
But it has happened and must happen, so what can he do?
Just like he said yesterday, when his ancestors threw the responsibility to him, did they ask him if he was willing?
Who would have known that Blois's childhood wish was to become a great professional, travel around the Sol continent, and live a wanton and happy life.
Instead of dedicating one's whole life to a boring dream of national restoration like it is now.
Most importantly, this dream belongs to someone else.
When he was young and naive, he once asked his grandfather, who was still alive, why should we devote our everything to ice and snow?
His grandfather held him in his arms, sitting on the roof under the starry sky, looking up at the countless stars, and speaking slowly in a hoarse voice.
It seemed like he was answering Blois's doubts, but also like he was answering himself.
"If you want to know why, it's because our ancestors swore an oath to the Ice King and dedicated everything they had."
"Can't you abandon your vow?"
At that time, my grandfather was not angry, but laughed, "Keeping the oath is the belief of a knight."
"What if you lose your faith too?"
“People always have to stick to something.”
Finally, the grandfather said this in a meaningful tone, and then told the servant to take Blois back to rest.
He actually didn't quite understand and thought he would ask again tomorrow.
But when I got up the next day, my father told me sadly that my grandfather had passed away the night before.
So he could no longer ask this question and had to find the answer himself.
“Blois?
Blois?!
Blois!"
The gradually rising shouts pulled him out of his memories. He looked at Pestoya, who was worried, and smiled slightly: "I'm fine. I'm fine."
Taking a deep breath, Bulova calmed down the sadness in his heart and returned to his usual serious demeanor. "Come on, let's continue to deduce the nodes of the blood sacrifice's development."
Chapter 270 Buying a Cell Phone
Zhang Mu leaned against the wall near the window and watched the two people tasting red wine.
Of course, he didn't have a habit of peeping into other people's private lives, but was waiting for the two to talk about the sacrifice.
It would be best if we could make a sample on the spot.
After watching for a while, he found that the two seemed to have a conflict.
At least, the tone of the conversation was not as relaxed as that between friends, but was full of tit-for-tat.
Of course, Zhang Mu was not interested in the love-hate relationship between the two. He just wanted to get evidence.
He pulled out his phone, turned on the camera mode, and aimed the lens at the two of them.
Whenever they mentioned sacrifice, they could not escape being filmed.
However, the two of them didn't know what was going on. As they were talking, Blois suddenly fell silent, with a look of reminiscing about the past.