Magical Strategist

As soon as the words fell, the whole audience stood up in awe. Even the king stood up. Facing the entrance of the banquet hall, they bowed and saluted, and shouted in unison: We respectfully welcome His Highness the Deputy Leader!!!

With the whole audience cheering in unison, Garisis entered the venue in a grand manner. Accompanying him were five strong upper-class people.

"Strange, why does even the king have to bow to those guys?" Zhenlong stood at the door of the rest area and looked around. He was wearing a tuxedo, a black bow tie around his neck, and a sleek gentleman's hairstyle, with a bit of the aura of a singer.

In my impression, the king holds the highest status and power among humans. No matter whether it is the leader of the alliance or the "upper class" of the alliance, they all have to bow and salute to show respect when they see the kings of the four major countries. But Garisis, not only did he not salute, but he looked down at the king.

"Hush! Keep your voice down!" The Liangbo Alliance covered the dragon's mouth. "The current Lausanne is ruled by the strong. The old Middle-earth system has long been abolished."

"What do you mean?" Zhenlong asked.

"That is to say, the current king is equivalent to a subordinate of the Fortitude Alliance. If you disobey, your country will be destroyed!" Liang Bo said cautiously, fearing that others would hear it.

"Arrogant to the extreme!" The real dragon curled his lips. However, it was possible to sense some dark political struggles from this. The rising Fortitude Camp had gained the upper hand, and the Middle-earth Camp was unable to resist. Otherwise, how could it be facing destruction in just a few months?

"My dear nephew Aaron, you are not allowed to say these words in front of other people. If they accidentally get to Gangyi, you will be beheaded!" Liang Bo said seriously.

"understood."

"By the way, where is Sasha? I haven't seen her since then." Liang Bo then realized that Theresa was not with the group.

Zhenlong shook his head and said, "Strange, it was just here... How about I go look for it?"

"No, no, let her go."

Not long after, Theresa, wearing a purple dress, hurried over. "I'm sorry, Uncle Liang, I got lost just now and finally found this place."

Liang Bo smiled and said, "It's okay. You must cheer for Aaron later. He is a heavyweight."

"Yes!" Teresa smiled. She walked up to the dragon and whispered, "Yasuo found out that it's in the secret room on the east side of the third floor of the palace, and it's guarded by the Fortitude people."

"Okay, we'll take action after the banquet is over." said Zhenlong.

Teresa denied it, "No, it will be too late to act after the banquet is over. The best time should be when the banquet is going on, so I can go alone. You don't have to say anything. I understand what you mean. You are afraid that I will be in danger, right? Don't worry, I am blessed by the gods and will not be in danger."

“What if it fails?”

"Then please remember that there was a nun named Maria Theresa who once came to your side." Teresa smiled. "Haha, I'm just kidding. You really don't believe me. Haven't you heard that I have a nickname called "Sister of the Holy Spear"? "

"This is not a reason for you to take risks!" The real dragon said firmly. "If you must do this, then I would rather not have Yasuo."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Now that you're here, why not? Don't you want to recover your strength? Don't you want to do something big? Even if you can go with me, what can you do to help? So you'd better stay here and sing and wait for my news." Teresa responded sharply and refused to give in.

Zhenlong knew that Sister Sha had made up her mind, and no matter how much he said, it would be useless. "Please be careful."

"Hey, Aaron, come over here and get ready, the banquet is about to start!" At this time, Liang Bo came over and said.

"Oh, OK!" Zhenlong looked at Teresa with deep eyes, turned around and gathered with his teammates to prepare for the performance...

A few minutes later, a man with

The male host in formal attire, with blond hair and elegant demeanor, walked to the center of the stage with a manuscript in his hand and read aloud: Ladies and gentlemen, dear friends and relatives, good afternoon. Today we are gathered here to celebrate the 50th birthday of the birthday boy, the respected Marquis of Cokla. First of all, please allow me to express my warmest welcome to all the guests present on behalf of the birthday boy! I would like to express my sincere gratitude for the good luck and blessings you have brought!

Today is a great day with all the distinguished guests. We are here to celebrate the birthday and to share his happiness. This is exactly: increase blessings, longevity, wealth, glory, color and auspiciousness. Friends and relatives share the joy of family, and the house is full of laughter and happiness!

Hula hula...the audience applauded loudly.

Then, a middle-aged man in military uniform with various medals of honor on his chest walked onto the stage. He was of medium build and had a high nose. As he appeared, there was even more intense applause from the audience. He was the lord of Pompeii, the Marquis of Cokla.

After the opening ceremony, the birthday banquet officially began, and the guests began to enjoy the delicious food on the table and appreciate the artistic performances on the stage.

The first to take the stage were some folk art troupes, who took turns performing dances, acrobatics, poetry recitations... and the "My Lausanne" performed by the La Scala Academy was the finale and was arranged to be the last.

In the rest area, Liang Bo and his friends found a corner to enjoy the performance on the stage to relieve their tension.

But the real dragon was restless at this moment. It was not because he was nervous about going on stage to sing, but because he was worried about Teresa's safety. Sister Teresa had been gone for half an hour, I hope she was safe...

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Teresa left the banquet hall, covered her face with a white veil, and quickly sneaked into the city lord's palace.

Since the palace guards were all gathered near the banquet hall, Theresa was not stopped on the way. She was secretly happy, thinking that the chances of success were much greater.

Enter the palace and go straight to the third floor.

"stop!"

Theresa was startled by the deep voice behind her and stopped. With her right hand, she took out the musket from her waist with a skillful movement and loaded the bullet into the chamber.

Turn around, raise the gun in your hand...

who!

Teresa pointed the gun at the man's forehead. Although she had a gun in her hand, she still felt uneasy. She was a master of Golden Fighting Qi, but this man could appear behind her without anyone noticing, which showed that he was very skilled. Looking closely, the man had bronze skin, a strong body, and a unique cockscomb haircut. "Kyle Albian?!"

A hint of a smile appeared on the ferocious face of the cockscomb-haired man, and he said, "Who would have thought that the Holy Spear Sister would also come to rob things?"

"How do you know?" Teresa thought that she would not reveal her identity by covering her face, but the man with the cockscomb recognized her at a glance.

“Isn’t that the Star-Splitting Sky Gun pointing at my head? I advise you to take the gun back. You know what the consequences will be if you pull the trigger here.” The Cockscomb-Headed Man said steadily.

Teresa took back the gun and asked again, "So what do you want to do?"

“Don’t be nervous. You and I are not enemies. But let’s make it clear in advance that what I want is the most precious treasure of the Lausanne Kingdom: the Liuyu Night Pearl. If you are here for this too, you’d better go back as soon as possible.” said the Cockscomb Haired Man.

Teresa smiled slightly and replied, "I'm not interested in that kind of thing. If you want to hit Yasuo, I will still pull the trigger!"

"That's great, we can cooperate." After saying that, Chicken Head walked away.

"Wait, you're going like this? Aren't you afraid of being recognized? It's a burglary after all, you should at least cover your face!" Teresa said.

"Is this necessary?" Chicken Head laughed, poked his nose with his thumb, and said arrogantly: "Little Daddy, I am arrogant!"

"Ah?" Teresa's face turned pale.

When I reached the third floor of the palace, I saw six strong and resolute masters guarding it. These people seemed to be strong, at least at the level of purple fighting spirit.