Heart of Empire

Bian, who returned to her residence in the moonlight, had a haggard head. All the thoughts in his head were the golden sunset, the throne on the top of the castle, and the people on the throne. When he was just kneeling under the throne, Dane said something to him, and he didn't remember what he answered.

When I returned to my residence, Redis saw him with a very bad face, and hurried up, opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, but he was stopped by Bevin.

"I'm so tired now, I'll talk about it later."

He looked at Bevin as if he had been quilted. Unlike if he was perfunctory, Redis could only press his mind and not bother him.

Bian, who was lying on the bed, had a drowsy head, but couldn't sleep. He was still thinking about the short time when he met Dane on the top of the castle.

A cool breeze in the early spring mixed with the unique yellow sand smell of the wasteland and blew in through the window. Lying on the bed, Bevin shuddered, and his heart suddenly recovered.

开始 He began to remember what happened under the throne, but it was because of this soberness that he added awe to Dane in his heart.

He can now clearly recall the vast pressure rising from the bottom of the heart in the setting sun of the wasteland when he faced Dion who never let him see his face clearly. He even had the feeling of seeing Governor Ozer for the first time and was deeply impressed by it.

Bian feels a little funny about the idea that rises in his heart.

He lay in bed with his mouth slightly open and said, "It's really interesting, what kind of character is Governor Ozer? Can Dane compare?"

This sentence is more like a kind of self-consolation and deception, but the effect is not good. Under the confession, not only failed to comfort myself, but felt that the shadow left behind in my heart became bigger.

Under such a mood, Bevin, who has the title of Condor, did not sleep all night.

比 Chapel was incoherently excited in Beane's private parlor's living room when Bevin was lying up all night.

"It's amazing, Dane, when you didn't see the guy named Bevin going back, his face was unwilling. It was so funny, so arrogant before, after seeing you once, he followed a frightened quail. Same. Hey, I'm really curious, what did you tell him at the top of the castle? "

Dean shrugged his shoulders and said, "I didn't say anything to him. I just greeted Governor Ozer and asked him to hand over the body of General Moreno to us."

Chapel opened his eyes and asked, "Did he agree?"

"Of course I promise."

"This" Chappel looked incredible, indeed shocked.

Seeing what Bevin looks like, he knows why he brought Morno's body and Redis, who robbed Morno's body, to White Wolf Fortress, not for the purpose of following that dead person and a living person. Does White Wolf's influence do things? In this case, if you don't come up with something practical, how can it be so easy for people to give up the two most critical things?

He asked the question, but this time, Dane didn't answer what he meant.

Moulding of atmosphere, scene, and psychology. Although Dane does not have a complete theory to support him, it does not prevent him from being skilled enough in practical situations. When Dean met Bevin at the top of the castle, he first used the way of forcing the other person to take the stairs to kill his will, then from the timing of the selection, and the grasp of the scene, including even the loud bell, and The cry that forced Bevin to kneel behind was not long overdue.

The effect was very satisfactory. At that time, when Bevin really couldn't bear the psychological pressure, when he knelt down, Dean knew that all his requirements would be met.

Dean changed the subject and said, "Tomorrow morning, you take someone to the guy's hotel and bring me the body of General Moreno. We are going to have a decent funeral, and General Moreno will be dead. Deserve due respect. However, I do n’t want to see the two guys at the funeral. Other public opinions also use

Don't let me teach you. "

He patted Chapel on the shoulder and said, "It's up to you, I'm sure you can do it."

"Okay, no problem." Chapul nodded, taking on the task. Moreno's funeral must be handled well. On the one hand, both him and Dane have this mind. He needn't say anything, he has been with Moore for so long. For Dane, Moreno is a friend. It is not a big deal for him to have today and also to be able to ride the wind of Moreno's levy and give him a decent and solemn funeral.

As for the other hand, there are some practical interests to consider.

In the past few days of Dane's absence, the things that Bevin and Redis did at Watch Wolf Fortress are really big ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Those gossips that go out must always have a way to end. And with a respectful funeral, the era of Moreno was declared complete and the era of Dion had already begun. Wasn't it a very good way?

"That's right," Chapel asked again, "how are we going to deal with those two guys, Beaver and Redis?"

Dion sneered and said, "Let them stay in the hotel honestly, except for the day they left White Wolf Castle, they are not allowed to step out of the hotel at any time!"

"Where did they break?"

"As for the two of them, how much trouble can you make in White Wolf Castle if you start? Whatever you do, as long as you don't kill people."

"Okay, I'll send someone to watch day and night."

Dane waved his hand and motioned Chapel to leave. It is enough for him to handle these chores, and Dane didn't bother to think much about it.

After Chapel left, he sank his mind into the Empire Tower in the heart system of the dynasty, opened the game interface, looked at the sequence of buildings that were already full, and then looked at the training quotas for each of the arms training buildings. Then, looking at the gold coins that seem to be somewhat stretched because of this big development plan, I sighed in my heart.

"It seems that the pace of expansion still needs to be faster."

He poured himself a glass of wine, stood with the glass in the window, and stared in the direction of Shawan Harbor to the west. To be continued.