overlord the summoner of miracles

In the alley, a tattered and emaciated teenager was running hard.

"Stop! Hand over the coins!" the

people chasing him were dressed in plain clothes, and at first glance they looked like unsuccessful people at the bottom.

Obviously, he was also tormented by the demon named "poverty", but he had no intention of helping each other at all, and that one gold coin was enough to cover his income for two or three months, and such a sum of money, in the hands of a beggar, would definitely not be able to let go.

Anyway, they were all going to be snatched away, so why couldn't it be him?

The young man was obviously thin and weak, but he ran unexpectedly fast.

It wasn't until he ran to the end of the alley that he stopped.

It's a dead end.

"Huh~huh~ fuck, you're running again! The

man had already begun to fantasize about the scene where he took the money and went to be dashing, and he couldn't help but have a disgusting smile on his face.

The boy clutched the gold coin, his eyes constantly wandering back and forth in the alley, trying to find a way out, even if it was just a weapon in his hand to defend himself.

But this place is somehow clean, it's so clean that there's not even a piece of garbage.

The man approached step by step while panting and resting, and was about to punch the boy and snatch the gold coin, but heard a "squeak".

A secret door opened in the alley, and a man wrapped tightly in a white coat walked out, and his spotless clothes looked like a nobleman.

Before

the man could react, he saw several people coming out of the secret door one after another, until he saw one person, his head was instantly blank, his legs could no longer support his body, and the whole person sat on the ground, and a foul stench began to emanate from under his body.

"Fight... "Jie

Luo had already seen him, and he didn't take it seriously, but this person actually called out himself, so he couldn't stay.

Even if he didn't recognize Glo, he would have to die, but with such a reason, it makes more sense to kill people.

"Master Fast, you go first, we'll just deal with this dirty thing.

Fast glanced at the man whose lower body was already soaked, showing a disgusted expression, but when he saw the young man next to him, he became a little surprised.

"I didn't expect this kid to be really bold, and he was very lucky.

He looked at the kid, but he didn't see anything special about this guy, except for the gold coin in his hand.

But when he saw the gold coin, he also guessed the matter almost, it was nothing more than this kind of beggar-like guy who attracted this man because of the gold coin in his hand, and the two chased here, just happened to run into them.

Just listening to Mr. Fast's tone, they know each other?

"My lord, he seems to be in trouble, do you want me to help him?"

"Whatever you want, he didn't say the conditions anyway. You just need to remember our deals.

Fast and West walked towards the mouth of the alley, but before they could step out, they entered the portal that suddenly appeared, and disappeared without a trace.

Now, only a few people are left, and these two guys.

Jie Luo came and was so frightened that the man cried and fell to his knees, begging him to spare his life.

The timid man is just an apprentice in a workshop, and his salary of two or three months can only be exchanged for a gold coin, and he is an absolute low-level ordinary man, who has no contact with the underworld at all.

The reason why he recognized Ji Luo was purely because he once sent things to customers, and it happened that he was in the underground brothel of Bazhi, and when he handed things to the attendants at the door, he saw Ji Luo.

Jiluo's highly recognizable appearance is difficult for ordinary people to remember.

"Since you've begged for mercy like that, wouldn't it seem cruel if I killed you? By the way, leave it to Divanok. The

man instinctively wanted to thank him when he heard that he didn't kill himself, but why should he be locked up? And the name Divanok gave him a bad premonition.

Seeing that the man chasing him was dragged away by the black clubs, the boy was so scared that he wanted to cry. But he gritted his teeth and didn't let the tears flow.

"As for you, it's none of your business, hurry up. After

saying that, he walked back to the secret door.

There was another "click", the secret door closed, and the alley returned to its previous clean state.

Yes, clean. Even the man's frightened urine was wiped clean by them.

The boy stood up tremblingly, stretched out his head and looked at it several times, convinced that everyone was gone, and then left, and ran wildly towards his destination.

The light called hope, shone in his eyes.

In the secret passage, the sound of conversation sounded.

"Boss, are we really going to do what that Fast said?" spoke

the weakest of the six arms, the Phantom Dune Ronte.

Just now, Fast VIII, at the behest of Claude, had come to speak to the six-armed man on his behalf.

This kind of homegrown dark organization Claude is very interested, especially the intelligence network that these guys have in their hands, which is definitely what he and the Great Tomb of Nasalik urgently need at the moment.

But there is a risk in directly co-opting them, and this kind of organization may also be targeted by other masters or powerful organizations in the local world.

For example, the white armor that fought with him, the force to which he belonged might be secretly monitoring the organization of Eight Fingers.

Therefore, Claude not only has no intention of co-opting the eight fingers, but even the person sent to talk to him is a puppet who temporarily uses his mental ability to manifest.

As for what to do with Eight Fingers, it depends on the choices of these high-level Eight Fingers, anyway, Claude has given more than one choice.

And the choice that Glo made was exactly what Claude wanted him to choose.

"We seek power, wealth and status. I'm tired of being the strongest in the dark world, and it's time for our organization to surface and become the real strongest.

Although I have no interest in ruling the country or anything, but war can bring the most opportunities to fight with the strong, not

to mention that the royal family has begun to suppress our business and cut off several of our financial routes. Since they don't want us to be happy, let's give them a good taste and let them know what will happen if they anger Badfinger. "

Glo returned to Hilma's mansion from the secret passage, and she had already sent a summoning letter to summon the other ministers to the royal capital.

"That Fast is really a madman, he wants to do such a crazy thing.

"Hmph, didn't you also agree to cooperate, what are you talking about now? Anyway, for me, it doesn't matter how many people die, as long as it can make me stronger, what about slaughtering the royal family."

Zaro clenched his fists and looked at the ring he had just put on, a maniacal smile on his face.

As everyone knows, at this time, an elegantly dressed merchant has already arrived at the palace with a token given by the chief warrior of the kingdom to Anz your Gong, who saved the village of Karn.

"Stop, who are you?"

"The next merchant, entrusted by a friend, came to visit the old man, and by the way sold goods to the king. "