Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 216 Inside Story
Wisteria City is the capital of Faroland, and like Bu Shen City, it is one of the famous historical cities in Faroland.

In the west of the city, you can see a building similar to a square tower, but without a spire, it has a flat roof.

This strange tower-like building looks quite classical in appearance, but the decoration style is very modern.

The interior of the building is paved with white porcelain panels, with urn-shaped chandeliers hanging, and some rooms are actually glass curtain walls.

There's even a spiral steam locomotive track that rises up the tower to the car park on the flat roof.

The architectural style is very distinctive, the traditional and modern are perfectly blended together without being obtrusive, obviously from the hands of architects.

It is called the "White Tower of Order", 45 meters high, with eleven floors above ground and two basements.

The White Tower of Order is the headquarters of Bureau 7. It was designed and built by Frank Aalto, the master architect of the Steam Alliance, and has stood in Wisteria City for more than 30 years.

At this moment, in the aisle corridor on the 11th floor of the tower, Yuan Zhaluo, the patriarch of the original stone tribe of the Kangao tribe, was pacing back and forth outside a golden nanmu door.

Zaro didn't wear the traditional tribal clothes, and now he put on a blue suit and a black tie, but it was tied backwards.

Unlike the ten floors below, there is almost no staff in the corridor on the No. 11 floor, and the long corridor echoes with the sound of Zaro's messy footsteps.

He was going to meet the "Purgatory Butcher" soon, and Zha Luo, who looked like a middle-aged uncle, felt uneasy. He stretched out his fingers to rub the center of his eyebrows, and pinched the tight collar of his suit.

To be honest, he doesn't like to wear such clothes, but he does as the Romans do. If he comes here wearing a crown of colorful feathers and a fur coat, he will be too eye-catching.

"crunch~"

The ornate nanmu door with a wild rose carved on it opened.

A deacon wearing a black windbreaker, a black and white checkered uniform, and a soft hat with a badge came out.

This is a young man who looks like he is in his twenties, with purple temples and green pupils, he is handsome and has the romantic temperament of a poet.

"Sir, I've been waiting for a long time. The director invites you in."

His voice was mellow and soft, echoing in the slightly dark corridor like ethereal.

There is no glass curtain wall on this floor, so the light is a bit dim.

Zharo glanced at the two diamond-shaped badges on his shoulders, his pupils narrowed, and he immediately smiled: "It's okay, it's just for a while, Mr. Director is busy with work after all."

Not exactly a polite word, he did not wait long.

The young deacon smiled, stepped aside, stretched out his white-gloved hand, and made a gesture of inviting him in.

Zhaluo took a slow breath, calmed down his nervousness, and walked slowly into the door.

The young deacon didn't follow in, but closed the door outside.

Zharo walked into the director's office. The decoration inside was unexpectedly simple, with a black desk and a few chairs, a white filing cabinet, and a silk sofa.

Other than that, there was only a chandelier and a few paintings, one of which was placed across from the desk, a portrait of 14 people, including Karl Molded and Charles IV in the Inside.

It was very strange that there was a person on it who turned out to be the bartender whom Renn had met before.

That man worked in the Firebird Bar in Dilamo, outside the Pugani Plain. He was an uncle with a mustache. He even played a trick on Ryan once, saying that he looked like his son.

The director of Bureau 7, Carl, sat behind his desk. He looked about 30 years old, with a straight nose, and gray eyes that gave people an indescribable sense of depth, like a quiet pool in an ancient forest.

"Please sit down."

The voice is gentle, giving people a sense of calmness.

Zaro subconsciously clenched his fingers, and when he came back to his senses and slowly sat on the chair opposite Karl, the clothes behind him were already wet with sweat.

The attitude of the other party was quite friendly, but Zha Luo still felt very tormented. He knew very well how terrifying this person was.

More than 100 years ago, the previous patriarch of the original stone department, a totem warrior comparable to a fourth-order powerhouse, was strangled to death by him with one hand.

At that time, Karl was only a peak fourth-order [Broken Shadow Warrior], unlike now, it has been 90 years since he entered the sanctuary.

There are five levels of black warriors, namely the first level [horizontal blade black warrior], the second level [broken blade black warrior], the third level [ghost-slaying black warrior], the fourth level [broken shadow black warrior], and the fifth level [cracking air black warrior] .

Swallowing, rubbing his fingers on his knees, after seeing Karl himself, Zaro forgot all the polite words.

A little helpless in his heart, he said straight to the point: "My lord, I am here to ask you for help on behalf of the entire Kangao clan.

I also hope that you can send people to suppress this ghoul rebellion as soon as possible. Of course, our family will try our best to cooperate with the actions of the 7th game. "

Carl didn't reply for a while, and tapped the table with his right index finger, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Zha Luo couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Several great witch doctors had clearly told him that this crisis cannot be solved by Kangao people.

He didn't dare to urge. More than 100 years ago, the people of the Kangao tribe made troubles, trying to drive out the foreigners and monopolize the Pugani Plain.

Of course, they didn't want to break away from Farolan, they just wanted to gain autonomy and more land.

However, Charles IV did not hesitate to send troops to suppress it, and Karl was one of the generals who suppressed the Kangao people at that time.

"You three ancient totem tribes have a fifth-order [Evil Soul]-level ancestor spirit, and two [Curse Spirit]-level ones.

Other big tribes may also have a few [curse spirits], so they can't even protect themselves, right? "Carl said quite calmly.

The cultivation and use of resentful spirits is one of the trump cards of the Kangao people. They have a special method to create spirit bodies and accelerate the growth of spirit bodies.

Zhaluo frowned, and said in a helpless tone: "After all, the ancestor spirit is not the person he was in life. Although the remaining obsession is willing to protect the tribe, it requires a lot of sacrifices every time it is used.

And there is a risk of getting out of control, like that headless horseman. "

Hearing the title of the Headless Horseman, an imperceptible sarcasm flashed in Karl's eyes.

Wraiths produced after death generally retain part of the memories of life, just like the ghost of painter Igor, who still cares about his wife Claire very much.

Therefore, the Kangao people will create spirit bodies after the death of some strong men with suitable conditions in the tribe, and those spirits are generally willing to protect the tribe.

But the Headless Horseman obviously messed up that time. He killed his woman, chopped off his head, and expected him to protect the tribe. Don't be ridiculous.

Karl also knew that it wasn't entirely because the people in that big tribe lost their minds. After all, not everyone is suitable for cultivating ancestor spirits after death, and the headless horseman was obviously very qualified when he was alive.

Of course, the ghoul rebellion must be suppressed, but this does not prevent Karl the Lion from opening his mouth: "I need the formula of the Gale Potion."

(End of this chapter)