super god witcher

Chapter 102 The Quarrel in Harlem



Chapter 102 The Quarrel in Harlem
Compared with before, Da Ke'er seems to have some changes.But as for what changed, Lin Yichen couldn't tell.

Didn't get taller, didn't get bigger...

It's just that she seems to be colder and more detached from the world.Uh, to put it another way, it's even less popular.

After seeing her emotionless eyes, he suddenly felt this way.

"Ke'er?" He leaned over and called out tentatively, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Da Keer nodded slightly, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, it's just..." Lin Yichen frowned, and finally gave up, "Forget it, as long as you're fine."

Da Keer nodded slightly.

"Let's go back." Lin Yichen glanced at Modi behind him and said, "Take a rest and then study what happened to these goblins tomorrow."

"Listen to you." Da Keer said,
From behind, Modi walked towards them and said, "How is it, Mr. Bai?"

"Fortunately, everything went well." Lin Yichen nodded, "Let's go, let's go back quickly and rescue your fellow clansmen."

Modi was overjoyed when he heard the words: "Okay, let's go back right away!"

After saying that, he turned his head and shouted: "Boys, return!"

Three days later.

Da Keer took her hand away from the forehead of the last red-eyed goblin, opened her eyes, and said, "Okay."

The goblin staggered, then fell backwards.The other two goblins from the Blood Feather Tribe rushed up to support it, and Modi smiled and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Bai Ye."

"Collect people's money and help them eliminate disasters." Lin Yichen said with a smile, "Everything has been resolved now, so we won't bother you too much. Let's just say goodbye, Mr. Modi."

With that said, he turned his head and glanced at Da Ke'er, motioning her to go out.

The whole process was not complicated. Although the cultists used magic and drugs to control the spirits of these goblins, their souls were not destroyed.So as long as the control is released, everything will be fine.

In fact, as long as those magicians are killed, even if these goblins are left alone, they will recover by themselves in a few days.

Lin Yichen pulled Da Ke'er and hurried out.He really had enough of staying in this goblin camp. Even though the civilization of the Blood Feather Tribe looked very advanced, their living habits were still extremely primitive, and their residence was not ordinary.Not to mention anything else, just the lingering stench in the air drove him crazy.

"Sir, please stay." Unexpectedly, Modi stopped him.

"What?" Lin Yichen stopped and looked at him puzzled.

Modi took a deep breath, and said: "I know, the tree attracts the wind. Now that the Blood Feather Tribe has so many new people, it will inevitably arouse the vigilance of humans. I only hope that if humans decide to attack us, Mr. Bai Ye can advance Give us air so we can move ahead."

"Don't worry, the reward will not be small."

This guy is still so farsighted?
Lin Yichen was secretly surprised that he had even considered this step. This was absolutely impossible for an ordinary goblin to think of.

He must be a descendant of those profiteer goblins!

But right now, the money given away for nothing is not earned for nothing.He then nodded and said, "Yes."

Harlem is currently in civil strife, and it is impossible for them to have the energy to go deep into the northern mountains to exterminate wild monsters. They are very safe.Of course, Lin Yichen would not say such words, otherwise Modi would definitely not give him money.

As for the demons coming in two years, everyone in the entire Western Continent will be in danger, and he won't be able to control these goblins.

After chatting with Modi for a few more words, Lin Yichen finally left.

On that day, in the city of Harlem, the central magic tower, the parliament.

"Is there such a thing?"

An old mage with a long white beard stood up all of a sudden, his beard twitched in anger: "It's really unreasonable, it's the opposite of the sky!"

"Obviously, some conspirators in Harlem can't sit still anymore." Another old mage stroked his beard and pondered, "They think that there is civil strife in Harlem now, and that the tiger has lost its minions. Speaker, we have to let these Xiaoxiao nice!"

Sitting at the head of the table, the old man in a white robe and a pointed hat opened his eyes: "Oh, do you know who they are?"

"Does it need to be said?" The man raised his voice, "Obviously those people did it. Just imagine, who is suppressed and breathless now? If the army is transferred, who will benefit the most? Who will be the worst ?”

"During this period, they danced the most and even paraded! Hey, I propose that they all be imprisoned, starting from three years, and the maximum penalty is death!"

"You spit out blood!"

Opposite the old mage, a younger-looking man stood up, pointed at his nose and cursed angrily: "This matter has nothing to do with us. If you don't have evidence, don't put a hat on!"

The rest of the people looked at their noses and noses and their hearts without saying a word.One of them is Pros Consdal, the patriarch of a magic family that has been passed down for 600 years, and the other is Edwin, who is recognized as the most talented commoner magician.The two represented their respective groups and had been feuding in Parliament for a long time, and no one wanted to be involved in the collision between these two explosive kegs.

"Oh, I think you are obviously guilty." Pross sneered, "I saw through the trick, and your money was wasted, right?"

"You..." Edwin was angry, "You have the ability to go out and compete?"

"Do you believe that you are one of those adventurers? You are violent at every turn?" Pross's eyes showed contempt, "It really is a mud leg."

Pros was furious and was about to cast a spell on the council.

"Nonsense!" the speaker sitting at the head shouted angrily, "How long has it been and you are still thinking about internal fighting?"

"Sit down!"

Pross' expression remained unchanged, and he sat down calmly.Edwin also suppressed his anger, the speaker was also his mentor, he had to listen to him.

The speaker took a deep breath and said: "This is obviously the behavior of external forces, and has nothing to do with those commoner mages. Strengthen your guard and don't act rashly."

"Especially you, Pross!"

As he spoke, the speaker gave him another look.

Pross looked at the sky with his eyes and ignored him.

Looking at him like this, the speaker immediately knew what he was thinking.Sighing, he said, "Pross, I'll give you a task. According to our investigation, a group of goblins in the northern mountainous area have formed a large armed force. This may have serious consequences for Harlem. The surrounding villages pose a threat, you bring some people to investigate and investigate, if it is true, then wipe it out."

Pross widened his eyes, and then he seemed very unwilling, and said: "Understood, Speaker."

Then, he stood up and said, "Speaker, I feel unwell, so I will take my leave first."

After he finished speaking, he walked away.

(End of this chapter)


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