"High Priest, it's time to take medicine."

A servant held the medicine bowl in both hands, bent his waist, and his upper body was almost parallel to the ground, and he said respectfully.

In addition to two servants, there were also the former high priest of Atlas, Tezomuk and a handsome young man in white. The two were talking about the traditional sculpture art style of Atlas, with relish.

Tzomuk, who was lying on the sickbed, smiled at the man in white in front of him, "Mr. Roll, it seems you have to wait. I'll take the medicine first and say it's really rude."

The young man in white said, "Please give me a try. I'm just free today. If it's convenient, can I wait here?"

"Of course, that couldn't be better."

It couldn't be better.

The servant holding the medicine bowl bent a strange curve.

Drink it, the old man who has no value. After drinking it, Lord Kuruma's hidden dangers will be completely eliminated. In addition, this young Dorand happened to be here, and the suspicion of murder fell on him!

The Dorands poisoned the former high priest of Atlas, the successors of the old men in the military, and you continue to fight for the glory of the kingdom!

Tezomuk picked up the dark medicine soup and looked at it, "It seems that it's thick?"

The servant was calm: "This time I added less water and boiled for a little longer, so it became thicker."

"There are a little more things inside, right?"

The servant's heart skipped a beat and did not dare to respond. He lowered his head and lowered his hands, standing honestly, like a wooden carving.

Tezomuk smiled and said, "Kuruma is anxious. If you think this will solve the problem. He seems to have decided, I only have this path. Unfortunately, it is him who has gone the way."

The servant still didn't say anything and didn't move.

"What a short-sighted guy." Tezomuk sighed, "his eyes are only focused on the interests of the priests. Even if he wins and establishes a country dominated by priests, he still cannot escape Gutnotiran's fate. Mr. Roll, what do you think?"

The young man known as Rohl smiled modestly: "Then I will be ugly. To be honest, Atlas's production capacity is not as good as Gutnotiran three thousand years ago. Especially in the development and utilization of land, it cannot discover all its potential and cannot support more people. This cannot be solved by both the priesthood and the military class. The original polytheistic worship coupled with arbitrary Kuruma, the future Atlas will likely be reduced to a loose, huge tribal alliance."

The servant ignored Roll's words and said, "High Priest, you should drink the medicine quickly. You are well, everyone is well."

Tezomuk laughed: "It should be said that I'm dead, Kuruma is getting better! OK, I'll drink."

Roll was shocked and raised his hand to stop him, but Tzomuk gently pushed away: "Don't worry, you must die, you must die, you should not die, you can't die even if you want to die." As he said that, he drank the black medicine soup in one go and said with a smile: "Look, I'm fine."

The servant was stunned.

This is a poison that Lord Kuruma personally configured. Not to mention a human, even a cow, he will bleed after drinking a bowl. How could this old guy be fine?

Tezomuk smiled and said, "It seems that Kuruma thinks he is sure to win, and he doesn't need me, the old guy. Don't forget that I have been in this position for a long time than him. He can do something in the medicine. Can't I change the medicine? Don't tremble, I won't kill you, go and tell Kuruma that with me, Atlas won't be in trouble."

The servant's whole body was trembling like a sieve. He turned around and took steps without taking three steps. He was stabbed to the ground with a knife behind him.

Tezomuk sighed: "There are more than one ambitious person. I know you, young man, the person behind you, who is only a little clever and ruthless, even Kuruma is not as good as you. To be the king of Atlas, this skill is far from enough."

Another servant under Kuruma sneered and said, "Two lords, the incompetent priests have no meaning except distorting the will of the Sun God for personal gain. A true power should be a country directly under the control of soldiers. How about we join forces to get rid of Kuruma?"

Roll smiled and said, "High Priest, it seems that I have seen something amazing. After an attempted coup, there is another coup?"

Tezomuk smiled bitterly and said, "All this shows that Atlas is walking on the old path of Gutnotiran. Roll, Mr. Reus, if we had not helped you, if we had not planned in advance, I am afraid that the tragic song from three thousand years ago would be played again."

The servant said viciously: "Two, no matter what you say, the situation is irreversible! The rebellious Kuruma and his gangsters conspired to kill the generals of the four major legions, and then, this conspirator was killed by Lord Chebberkley! Lord Chebberkley will come forward to stabilize the situation and then become the ruler of Atlas! You can only cooperate, otherwise," he looked at the subordinates of Kuruma who were lying in a pool of blood, his hands and feet twitching, "This is your fate."

"Oh, we are so scared," Reus smiled. "The respected High Priest Kuruma turned out to be a villain with ulterior motives. General Chebreckley was a conspirator who had been lurking for a long time and took the opportunity to commit a rebellion? Think about it, what kind of blow will this news cause to the people of Atlas if they spread! They would not know who to believe and who to follow! If Kuruma's plan could still keep the people alive, Chebreckley's stupid plan would ruin the entire Atlas!"

The servant took a step back: "You are talking nonsense!"

Reus's eyes shriveled: "I'm talking nonsense? Then tell me, with Chebreckley's ability and prestige, can he mobilize any of the four legions? Can he suppress the priest group that has no leader after Kuruma's death? Can he raise his arms and make the Atlas people loyal to him? I tell you, arson is easy to put out fires but difficult to put out fires. Once a chaos breaks out, he can't control the situation. The first person to be pushed out by him to behead and calm the anger of all parties is you stupid and short-sighted slaves!"

The servant grinned: "It's useless to say anything now. Since the two of you are unwilling to cooperate, then you have to...uh!"

Stars flashed, and the servant was cut by Reus's throat.

Reus smiled and wiped blood on the servant's body, saying, "I actually sent such a soft-legged shrimp to kill us. The cards in Chebreckley's hand are not as good as Kuruma, high priest, what should we do next?"

Tezomuk laughed: "Your plan is perfect, you still have to ask me? This world is the world of you young people."

"You've been awarded."

"High Priest, High Priest!" The rushing shouts came from far to near, and noisy footsteps came. More than a dozen fully armed temple warriors pushed the door open. The leader was not someone else, but Yupanki's friend, the Black Panther Warrior Bakurata. Behind him was Balac, who was also disguised as a temple warrior.

"What's wrong? Don't panic, just talk slowly."

Bakurata glanced at the two bodies on the ground and said, "Kuruma invited the leaders of the four major legions to murder them. Before he could reach out to the army, Chebrekley launched another mutiny and declared that Kuruma was a sinner and unclean man. He is now searching for Kuruma's gangs and all priests in the city!"

Tezomuk sighed: "It's so fast that Chebberkley takes action. Mr. Reus, we should do something, let the Sun God Colossus talk."
Chapter completed!