Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1383: Slip Of The Tongue

Today, all day long, there was such a big incident in Mockdale that Bali didn't ask. Of course, Gurant was not so naive as to think that the Grand Superintendent did not know about this matter. On the contrary, Bali's failure to interfere made Gurant feel uncertain. Especially after the failure of the operation, there was still no sound from Bali. Gurant was extremely frightened, so he had no choice but to forcibly apologize. But he had already knelt on the ground for almost half an hour, and Bali remained silent. The atmosphere in the office was so heavy that it was suffocating.

Just as Gurant's mental defenses were about to collapse, Bali's fingernail scratching on the table finally stopped. Then Gurant heard the Grand Superintendent's voice saying, "Get up, how long do you want to kneel?"

Gurant almost suspected that he had heard wrongly, but Bali had no intention of blaming him. He tried to raise his head and saw a smile on the Grand Superintendent's face. Gurant stood up relieved, but he still said, "My lord, this time I acted on my own initiative and messed up. I am willing to accept punishment."

"No need." Bali patted the female adjutant's round butt, and Ijeruka stood up, revealing her proud twin-peaked hair perfectly in Gurant's eyes. Gurant swallowed his saliva. He thought to himself that this woman was indeed a top-grade one. Unfortunately, she was Bali's woman. He only had to watch her. Then, feeling a little strange, Gurant suddenly shivered. At some point, Bali was no longer on his throne.

A hand landed heavily on Gurant's shoulder, and a burst of hot air blew from the back of his neck, like a hungry wolf exhaling at him. Then he heard Bali whispering, "What kind of punishment is there for a dead man?"

Then Gurant heard the sound of his neck fracturing, and Bali snapped his neck with just the bend of his arm. When Bali loosened his grip, Gurant fell to the ground with his head hanging unnaturally. His eyes widened, as if he didn't believe that he had died just like that.

Bali kicked the corpse and spat, "Trash, you've turned our imperial general into a joke. How can punishment be enough? Even if you die, you won't be able to wash away this shame."

Ijeruka walked over to Ba Bian with enchanting steps and said, "My lord, do you want me to kill that Dark King?"

Bali hugged her snake waist and said, "No need, this game has only just begun. What fun is there in ending it so quickly? Besides, it's not easy to find them now because someone is covering for them. You'd better take this Fatty down instead, so as not to ruin my mood."

Ijeruka licked Bali's face with her tongue and said in a slightly nasal voice, "Yes, my lord."

Bali fiercely grabbed the woman's chest before letting her go.

After yesterday's earth-shattering round-up, Nick stayed at his house waiting for news. He was waiting for news of Gurant, but all he knew was that Gurant had gone to apologize to the Grand Governor, but there was no follow-up. For this reason, Nick sent out his men to inquire about the news, but he didn't get any news at all. To him, no news was the worst news, which meant that Gurant was probably doomed.

Thus, he tidied up his belongings overnight, and as soon as the sky lit up, he immediately ordered someone to prepare a car.

He's leaving Mockdale.

After all, he was the one who told Gurant the news. In fact, the person he should have reported was Bali, but it was just like he said. In the eyes of the Grand Superintendent, he was just an ant. Even if he provided such information, he would not be able to get a good look from Bali. Only by selling it to Gurant would he be able to earn a favor. If Gurant succeeded yesterday, then everything would be fine. Now that he had failed and even Gurant was dead, he would have to run.

One had to know that failure to report the truth was a big and small crime.

It was still early, and not a single pedestrian could be seen on the street. Nick sat in the overland car with some of his possessions. He only hoped that Bali would not argue with a nobody, so that he would have a chance to leave. As for where to go after leaving, Nick didn't care anymore. Apart from the wastelands, there were plenty of places to go in the empire. It was just a big challenge for Nick to start over in another unfamiliar place.

To his surprise, Bali didn't seem to have any intention of arguing with a nobody. Or maybe Bali didn't know that he was the one who gave Gurant the information. In short, Nick wasn't stopped at all when he saw Mokdan leading to the city gate of the Northern Region. However, there were a few overland vehicles carrying goods that were about to cross the city. Nick was delayed here for ten minutes before he finally drove out of the Mockpill.

After leaving the city, his entire body relaxed. No matter what, he had already dodged a calamity. As for the days ahead, they would probably be much harder, but as long as they were alive, they could hope to rise again. Just as Nick was beginning to plan for the future, a cry of alarm came from the driver's seat. Then Nick flew up, and the carriage continued to spin in his eyes. Only after he fell heavily did he realize that Lu Chu had been knocked over by something!

Nick endured the intense pain from all over his body and struggled to open the car door and climb out. Sure enough, Lu Cheng directly crashed into the highway, leaving a soul-stirring scratch on the ground. At this time, the guards in the car came out one after another, and Nick had some confidence. Raising his head, he saw that the land carriages on the highway were parked by the side of the road. One of the cars was facing them, and it was obvious that it was this land vehicle that knocked over the carriage.

Nick screamed, "What's going on! Do you know who I am?"

"Of course, you are Mr. Nick." A woman jumped out of the car, holding an ordinary saber in her hand, and walked towards them. "I also know that you gave Lord Gurant an important piece of news yesterday. This news almost forced my friends to stay in Mokdan, but today you want to leave with a pat on the buttocks. That won't do, Mr. Nick."

Nick's heart trembled. He turned to the guard and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Kill that "

At the end of his sentence, Nick saw an astonishing scene. Before his bodyguard could react, the woman who was a hundred steps away suddenly appeared beside a few bodyguards. Then, there seemed to be a cold bolt of lightning in the woman's hand. Everyone who followed him fell down. Something warm spilled on his face. Nick casually wiped it, and the thick smell of blood quietly dissipated from his nose.

In the final scene, he saw the smiling woman walking towards him and stabbing him in the lower abdomen with the sheath of her saber. Nick bent naturally, and after a heavy blow to the back of his neck, he fainted.

When Alan woke up, it was just dawn. He got out of bed and walked to the window. He opened the window and saw a land car parked downstairs.

Knocking on the door, Alan walked out of the bedroom and saw that Trisley had already opened the door. Outside the door stood a smiling Luche. She waved her hand and a man was thrown at Ellen's feet. Then Luche smiled and said, "Lord Alan, it was this guy who reported the letter."

Alan squatted down and looked at the man who had woken up and said, "May I know what to call him?"

The smile on his face was incomparably sincere.

The Desert Boat Shop also opened on time today, and Morocco still arrived at that hour. The great merchant walked into the shop. For some reason, he had stayed at the counters of the shop for an exceptionally long time today. Morocco stared at the empty counters, but it seemed to be able to see how dazzling the items made of green crystals were.

He sighed slightly and walked towards the back.

His trusted aide Yoga personally brought him a drink. It was like wine, not wine. It was a drink that Morocco had drunk since he had wandered to the Forgotten Realm. It was a bit bitter, but it saved him, who was almost starving to death at that time. So until now, he was still drinking this drink, if he was warning himself not to forget the hard days of the past. Tasting another bite today, Morocco's mouth was filled with bitterness. He thought that he had finally forgotten something.

Not to mention Morocco, even passers-by who had nothing to do with Moktan knew about Gurant's actions against Allen and the others yesterday.

Gurant had sealed off the entire 34th Street, dispatched the Imperial General and Shadow Army, and even called three assassination guilds that could be ranked above Mockdanley. But in the end, not only did the people from the wastelands break out of the encirclement, they also broke through from 34th Street to 40th Street, spanning a whole five blocks, causing less than half of the Mochdan chickens to fly and dogs to jump. In the end, it mysteriously disappeared, causing Gurant's actions to end.

After Morocco learned that Gurant had gone to see Bali, there had been no news. This morning, Morocco learned that Nick had left the city early. Such an outcome was beyond Morocco's expectations. Now, he was also considering whether to temporarily leave. After all, the guests from the wasteland had not been caught, and Morocco was worried that it would be in danger.

The knock on the door suddenly sounded while he was deep in thought, causing him to jump up, and the unfinished drink splashed all over his body. Morocco was about to scold when the door was pushed open and a familiar face appeared in his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have lost all of his strength and sat back down.

"Good morning, Mr. Morocco," smiled Ellen, who swaggered in and pushed the door open. "I hope you won't take offense at the sudden visit. There's something I'd like to ask of you, so I'm a little rude."

"What what is it?" Morocco forced himself to calm down.

Alan gestured, and someone rolled in from outside the door. When the man got up, Morocco's pupils shrank and he whispered, "Nick, aren't you out of town?"

Alan narrowed his eyes and picked up Nick, who was stuffed with words, and whispered, "Mr. Morocco really cares about your friend. Mr. Nick left the city just after dawn. Do you know that?"

Morocco knew it was a slip of the tongue.