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Chapter 32 The Art of Compromise

The bright torch was held high, barely illuminating the slippery road in front of him in the darkness.

The roads here were even dirtier than the sewers where Aaron had been before, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench.

Even though Aaron was mentally prepared before coming down, he still couldn't help but retched a few times.

Reflected by the firelight, the water channel next to him was filled with stagnant water that was almost stagnant. From time to time, a few bubbles could even be seen emerging, bringing a deeper stench to the world.

After walking for less than a few minutes, Aaron had already seen several corpses of unknown creatures as big as house cats, and half a human corpse that had decomposed into something less than a human shape.

In Aaron's admiring eyes, the Lord of Bars turned over the corpse with his iron arm without changing his expression.

After briefly checking his breath, he turned back to the crowd and said, "Probably an unlucky vagrant, or a victim of a gang war. The sewers of Leyden City will never lack these."

To a certain extent, sewers not only collect all kinds of filth excreted from human beings, but also collect the despicability and sin in their souls and characters.

Bals opened his fingers casually, and a blue flame burst out from his palm.

The heat wave swept through, and Aaron watched the half of the body being licked by the flames, making a squeaking sound, and finally turned into a pile of ashes amid a burning smell.

"It seems that the city defense team is very relaxed." Aaron said intentionally or unintentionally.

According to Yagrant's practice, the city defense team is generally responsible for various chores in the city, the most important of which is to regularly clean up dead bodies or monsters that have spawned.

Of course, the monsters spawned may not be a strong threat, and some civilians will never even see these monsters in their entire lives, but it is not justified if these monsters are allowed to wander in the sewers.

Moreover, sewers, as a perfect place for family trips and killing people and dumping bodies, will actually attract the prying eyes of many people with ulterior motives.

Therefore, it is particularly important for the city defense team to regularly patrol and clean sewers.

But if you consider that even Colin, the captain of the city defense team, is an ordinary person, it seems that the city defense team's inaction has a legitimate reason.

"Miss Alice, I think you know best that politics is an art of compromise. Maybe you should introduce this art to your fiancé," Bars heard Aaron's voiceover and smiled nonchalantly. “Colin is the product of this art.”

The attendants did not enter the sewers. The people present were all extraordinary people. There was no need for Bals to be jealous of his attitude. "No one is more suitable for this position than Colin."

"Just because he is an ordinary person?"

"In Leiden City, no one expects the city defense captain to be an extraordinary person." Bars smiled meaningfully at everyone, "Sometimes, we need to be like ostriches, blindfolding ourselves and pretending to be nothing. Know."

Aaron raised his head, thoughtfully, stared at Bars and said seriously: "Lord City Lord, what do you mean by this?"

"Laiden City is the western pearl of the entire Algrant Kingdom. It is said to be a city covered with gold. All merchants in the Algrant Kingdom have set up branches here, so no one wants to be seen carrying something they shouldn't. Or maybe I saw something I shouldn’t have seen…”

"So Colin is the best candidate?" Sartre added casually.

He was not interested in Colin's behavior of secretly withholding spices. Even the spices that were withheld did not matter.

"Of course." Lord Bars waved his hand casually, and as the runes on the iron arm lit up, a strong wind blew, accurately blowing the pile of ashes into the stagnant water.

The colorless stagnant water swallowed up the ashes silently, accepting this generous gift from the Lord of Baars City.

Bals raised his head and looked at Sartre seriously, "As long as he is ordinary enough, it means that he can be replaced at any time. Leiden City's city defense team is always a consumable, and he is just a tool."

His tone was natural, but Aaron felt a chill for no reason.

Bals seemed to have thought of something, and bowed slightly to Sartre, "If you are angry that he deducted spices, I apologize on his behalf. He always likes to take advantage of this little thing. To the golden little guy, he We always welcome everyone who comes.”

"For a person who is about to die, we really need to show mercy." Siosande interrupted abruptly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but look at him.

As another branch of the gold coin system, prophets have given up on continuing to study rituals and spices, and instead focus on their own souls. They can see pictures that ordinary people cannot see and hear sounds that ordinary people cannot hear.

Also drifting in the river of destiny, the prophet built a boat with rituals and spices and controlled the boat to float in it, but the prophet swam alone in the river of destiny by relying on his own power.

In other words, prophets are closer to destiny than prophets.

"What did you see?" Aaron asked with interest.

It is said that olfactory cells are easily fatigued, but the stench of the sewer seemed to be like a stimulant, which made his olfactory cells pumped and unable to stop at all. He had to force himself to shift his attention.

"When I saw that Colin, I saw a picture from the future," Siosande stared at the Lord of Bals, "It's related to you."

As he spoke, he walked up to Lord Bars, raised his head slightly, and stared at Bars' face quietly, "Yes, Lord Bars, although I don't know when it will happen, I saw you kill him." Colin.”

Lord Bars's face changed slightly, but he did not refute, but nodded thoughtfully.

Unlike the vague revelations received by prophets, the premonitions received by prophets are often more accurate.

If what the prophet sees is a process, then for the prophet, what he gets is a result, or in other words, one of the results of future time and space.

"Perhaps we should consider how to catch the cultist?"

Aaron mentioned it casually. He stared at the slightly turbulent stagnant water, thinking quickly in his mind, trying his best to speculate on Bals's next plan.

Everyone already knew that Baers had bad intentions, and even if he became a cultist the next moment, Aaron wouldn't be surprised.

He was just curious, curious about what the Lord of Bals would do, curious about how he would end this matter in a reasonable way, and curious about what purpose he wanted to achieve through this matter.

For example, that cultist, does he really exist?

Ahhhhhhhh, let’s test the water!

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