Chapter 262: A wave is rising again

The carriage is not slow, but it is not very fast. It is easy to cause suspicion when it is slow. When it is fast, it is worried that the necromancers will not be able to react in time. As for what speed is appropriate, it can only rely on Buzureano's own feelings.

In fact, there are many things in the world that have no fixed pattern. A general can judge the enemy's movements in the cumbersome and difficult to distinguish between true and false information. A businessman can seize business opportunities in a deceptive and unpredictable shopping mall. He relies on his feelings to find the key points before he can analyze them. If he asks why he can find something that others cannot find, it is difficult for them to tell the specific truth, but they have done it in fact.

At noon, the carriage drove into Buenos City. Black Eleven and Apa, who had been waiting for a long time, came onto the carriage. Their expressions were very complicated, as if they dared not speak out, and as if they were helpless. Black Eleven and the two of them were tasked with standing in front. Unexpectedly, everything they should prepare was ready. An Fei and others seemed to be missing. They couldn't wait on the left or the right. The two were so anxious that they were like ants on the hot pan. Buenos City had no magic teleportation array, and closing the city gate was equivalent to losing all sources of information. Even if they were qualified to order the city gate to open urgently, it was unrealistic to rush back. This was until dawn and finally got the information from secret spies. Last night, An Fei and others were resting in Punk City, and a conflict broke out that night. The specific situation of the conflict was unknown for the time being, but An Fei and others were intact.

Although I was no longer worried, I felt a resentment in my heart, and of course the faces of the two of them would not look good. Whether it was Chris Ding, Niya, Yan or An Fei, they were very important. Anyone who had the opportunity to turn the tide could be severely punished. This had nothing to do with whether they had the ability to turn the tide. When something happened, they always had to contribute their own strength to the scene. If they lost like this, they would be convinced. What's going on now?

Black Eleven and Apa first greeted Buzureano respectfully, then turned their eyes to Chris Ting. Black Eleven asked with concern: "Chris Ting, are you okay?" Actually, this is nonsense. He knew in the morning that everyone was fine, and Black Eleven wanted to use this to express his attitude.

"I'm fine." Chris smiled and glanced at An Fei at the corner of his eyes. That meant: I said that you would make people angry when you fool like this, I'm right!

"It seems we should change to a carriage." Buzureano said with a smile. He really didn't know that he had such outstanding affinity. He looked at Slam Berges, and there was only one person. Compared with the two, he had the upper hand.

The grief at night has faded in Buzureano's heart, or rather, it was his deliberate forgetting, decades of ups and downs. He has seen too many life and death, and the dead are gone, and the grief cannot be saved. Instead of immersing in it, it is better to prepare and use a more fierce attack to repay the enemy.

"Sir, we are ready for the carriage." Apa continued softly. After saying that, he waved his hand. Two men in blue walked out of the corner with a carriage, handed the reins to Apa, and then disappeared into the abortion.

"You guys think very thoughtfully." An Fei praised.

But this kind of praise would ease the atmosphere, and he apologized in disguise. Black Eleven didn't even look at An Fei. He bowed his body to Buzureano and said, "Sir, please get in the car."

Buzureano looked at An Fei with a funny look and took the lead in getting on the carriage. An Fei changed his plan without authorization, which not only brought confusion to others, but also caused a lot of trouble to him and Slambelle. What made him even more dissatisfied was that An Fei had a conflict with the believers of the Goddess of Nature in the temple. Although the guardians of the temple were fair and truthfully told him the scene at that time. He understood that the main reason was not An Fei, but people had the heart to protect themselves. Buzureano felt very uncomfortable.

However, the matter is serious. Is Anfei, Niya and others all died in the temple, or were the believers of the Goddess of Nature suffered casualties, and when choosing between the two, Buzureano would rather choose the latter. If the tragedy really happened, Thor, Ernest and even Urande could react fiercely, and all believers of the Goddess of Nature would face a monstrous disaster.

Moreover, the temple guards also told him that An Fei could actually use the power of the heart of nature. All this combined together made Buzureano make the smartest choice. When he saw An Fei, there was no mention of the temple at all, as if nothing had happened.

But it is very uncomfortable to hold these things in my heart, so Buzureano was very happy to see An Fei defeated.

It took only a short time to change the car, and the carriage began to drive forward again. Although Black Eleven thought from the bottom of his heart that An Fei's approach was very problematic, An Fei's prestige was still there. Before the carriage had left Buenos, Black Eleven's face had eased. He took out something from his arms and threw it to An Fei: He said unhappily: "This is for you." After that, Black Eleven still thrust his mouth, pointing the corner of his mouth to Apa beside him.

An Fei understood the hint of Black Eleven. He leaned backwards on the wall of the car, bent his legs and just blocked the paper roll in his hand, quietly looking.

The paper was written with the summary information, but An Fei had no way to judge which ones were valuable and which ones were worthless. He was just flipping through it quickly and seriously. When he turned to the last page, the handwriting on it suddenly attracted his attention because he recognized it, and it was black eleventh place handwriting.

There was not much content on the above, mainly about the Marquis of Zoise. On the second day after the Semi-Sandra Empire withdrew the troops, the Marquis of Zoise left the Violet City with some private soldiers and rushed to the Holy City. After arriving at the Holy City, the Marquis of Zoise, who was in a low-key manner, returned to the house he purchased. He did not go to visit the city. However, on the third night, he appeared at a banquet held by the eldest prince Wester and had a great chat with Wester, just like an old friend who had not seen him for many years. After that, Wester and the Marquis of Zoise had a long private conversation. No one knew what they had talked about, but according to the Marquis of Zoise, the servants of the Marquis of Zoise came down from the carriage humming a song when the master came home.

Black Eleven drew a black line under what the servant said. What made the always low-key Marquis Zuose so happy? This question is not difficult to imagine. Black Eleven knew about it, and An Fei immediately understood. Marquis Zuose was determined to become the master of Violet City, and the eldest prince West also made a promise to him!

An Fei gently slid over the paper with his hand and looked at the front. The texture of the two pieces of paper was different. It seemed that they were added by Black Eleven by himself. Such information should not have been made known to him by An Fei, so Black Eleven would make a hint.

An Fei pondered for a while, his brows slowly relaxed. He figured out that if he had a conflict with the king of the empire, Black Eleven had no need to consider Black Eleven's position, and An Fei would not have such extravagant hopes. However, the person who sang the opponent was replaced by the Big Prince, but was still a Big Prince who had not obtained the right to inherit. Black Eleven proved with practical actions that he would fulfill his responsibilities as a partner.

As long as the general direction is consistent, the trust between them will not be destroyed. An Fei is not worried about this prerequisite. The most taboo thing in dealing with people is to be fences. They are content with their flexibility and change, but they don’t know that no matter who has the upper hand, they will not give them good fruit. Since they already think that Youland is also a wise monarch, An Fei will not change his mind easily unless he is forced to the point of desperate situations. But with Youland’s wisdom, he knows far better than himself how to avoid such a situation.

"I've finished reading it? I'll destroy it after reading it." Black Eleven coughed lightly: "This is what Your Majesty told me. An Fei, Your Majesty really trusts you."

"Yes," Apa continued: "Even our Prime Minister has no right to read such things."

An Fei smiled and handed the roll of paper to Susanna. Susanna carried the fighting spirit, and the roll of paper turned into countless pieces in Susanna's palm.

It was really a wave of failure, and the waves rose again and again. An Fei stretched out his legs and closed his eyes to ponder. Unexpectedly, he offended the eldest prince inexplicably. Although everything was Yuland's idea and had nothing to do with him, the eldest prince West would not complain about his father, and An Fei would definitely be a scapegoat.

It is a bit too much to describe this kind of relationship with the word "hatred". However, the eldest prince would at least hate him. What would the eldest prince think after the incident in Violet City came to the Holy City a few days ago?

"An Fei, what's wrong?" Susanna asked softly, An Fei's frowning caught her attention: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." An Fei opened his eyes and then closed: "I want to sleep for a while, you don't have to worry about me." This is his habit. When he feels some pressure, he will not get into a stubborn position. Instead, he will temporarily avoid it by sleeping or practicing. After he is completely relaxed, he will think from a new perspective.

The body relaxed, the mind sank into a state of concentration, and all the voices around him were automatically filtered out by An Fei. He could not hear anything, and his breath became slow and long. Susanna and others were used to An Fei's cultivation, but they didn't care. But Buzureano's eyes were always on An Fei.

I don’t know how long it took, Susanna suddenly said in surprise: “Huh? Why did the carriage behind stop?”

Buzureano lifted up the curtain on the other side, looked back, and whispered: "Stop!"
Chapter completed!