The first to sign the contract was the Bishop of Yorkshire.
This old bishop had spent most of his life in mediocrity, entangled day and night in the complex power struggles of the Papacy, and only in his old age did he finally board the fast track to the abyss, experiencing a secret sense of pleasure.
He had no way back, so going all the way down this path was inevitable. The contract that others were wary of was a great honor to him, so he couldn't wait to sign the parchment.
The pitch-black scroll spontaneously combusted, instantly connecting with the vast void.
In the flickering black light, as the contract was completed, a black line extended from his collar, up his neck, along the central axis of his face, and stopped at the tip of his nose. From a distance, it looked like a black moth had landed on his lips.
The people from Bili City frowned deeply upon seeing this. In their culture, facial tattooing was a great insult and was only done to criminals.
Yorkshire, however, gazed into the void with rapture, and when he grinned, he revealed four equally black incisors.
The scene looked too eerie, clearly exuding a sinister and strange quality.
Everyone in the room felt the parchment in their hands was burning hot, and for a while, no one picked it up again.
This truly disrupted Yun Wei's plans. He had never intended to start a war with the Apostles at the council in the first place. His purpose in coming here was simply to ensure Master Sid's safety.
The reason is simple: they were afraid to harm the innocent.
There are too many workshop owners sitting here, and the space is almost claustrophobic. If a fight breaks out, it would be difficult to guarantee the safety of the workshop owners.
However, he did not expect that Forsley would pull such a move.
Impatient and extremely arrogant.
If the workshop owners present were to offer their souls to the abyss, no matter how they think about it, they would be enemies, not friends.
This is similar to the spread of a zombie virus; once it starts, the consequences are unimaginable.
His post-apocalyptic mindset had become ingrained, forcing him to consider the possibility of fighting right here.
Among the group, he and Richard were at level seven, while Isaac, though at level six, was undoubtedly at level seven and could still put up a fight against the two apostles and Yorkshire.
Sid and Xie Mulang should be more than capable of protecting their companions at this table; as for the other workshop owners—
We can only hope they have enough alchemical tools on them.
But is there something he has overlooked?
Yun Wei felt uneasy, which he attributed to his regret for the workshop owners who were about to suffer losses.
Even after mentally rehearsing the scenario repeatedly, he still felt uneasy.
During this process, Yun Wei discovered something else that he still couldn't figure out.
So he asked Sid, "Now that Forsley is already the governor, why bother with all this?"
He thought the apostles acted in a dark and secretive manner, always hiding behind a curtain, but looking at Fursley's actions, it was as if he was just saying "I come from the abyss" all the time.
Sid lowered his eyes, glanced at the contract in his hand, and said calmly, "Human hearts are unpredictable, and nothing is more secure than a contract. He simply did what the Liujin family had always wanted to do but hadn't."
Yun Wei couldn't help but glance at Isaac.
He also had a contract with the knight, a crude, primitive contract full of loopholes.
At that moment, the other person was looking at him, their eyes filled with determination, tenderness, and deep affection.
Yun Wei subconsciously thought that the contract between him and Isa was probably different.
Before he could even ponder the specific differences, he heard Isaac's inner voice resound:
[Yun, that blond man is gone.]
I see.
Yun Wei suddenly realized what he had overlooked: the man sitting next to Yorkshire, holding a swaddled baby.
But how could someone with the mental strength of a seventh-level archmage make such a basic mistake?
In fact, upon closer reflection, he had indeed been hypnotized, almost deliberately ignoring the other person's presence.
Yun Wei couldn't help but ask Isaac: "When did he leave?"
Isaac: [Start with Yorkshire.]
It turns out that Isaac had been keeping an eye on that blond man all along.
Yun Wei didn't think much of it. He tapped the table lightly and said, "I heard that 'Blood of Bethlehem' is about to go up in price."
His voice wasn't loud, as if he had been waiting for a long time and was starting to talk about routine business.
But those around the round table gave cryptic responses, indicating that they had received the message.
This was a secret code that everyone had agreed upon before coming here.
If the worst-case scenario has already occurred, they must be prepared to take action right at the base of the turret.
And right now, that's the worst-case scenario.
Although he had no idea where the strange blond man had gone.
Yun Wei redeployed his spiritual power, but found nothing.
He could only concentrate his mental energy in the shadows beneath the podium, preparing to lock onto Forsley on the stage at the first opportunity.
But at this moment, the apostle, who was high and mighty, spoke in a sinister tone: "What's wrong? Do you all seem to have some concerns? Look at the generous rewards above. As long as you sign the contract in front of you, you will earn more in a month than you did in a year before."
Its gaze was like that of a venomous snake, scanning each of the workshop owners one by one.
Those workshop owners who were usually so arrogant were now all dejected and wished they could disappear into the ground.
Making money is certainly a good thing, but you also need to be alive to spend it.
Looking at that bishop's inhuman appearance, who would dare to sign such a contract with peace of mind!
Frosley was somewhat displeased.
After years of painstaking effort, it finally gained the upper hand, and its volatile nature gradually became apparent, to the point that its pupils shrank to the size of rice grains.
It looked at former Governor Haynes, its bright red lips curling up, "Your Excellency Haynes, why don't you set an example?"
Haines was still staring blankly at Peter in the shadows when he heard Frosley's urging, and then gave a bitter smile.
Although his laughter wasn't as unsettling as that "hehehehe" sound, it was still truly terrifying, like the mournful howl of a wild beast before its death.
The man disdainfully raised the scroll in his hand, but slowly tore it apart and crumpled it up.
The crisp, clear sound echoed in the quiet meeting room, and surprisingly, it was incredibly relaxing, making one's scalp feel soothed.
Even though Yun Wei harbored resentment towards this man, she had to admit that he perfectly embodied the unique temperament of an old-fashioned nobleman.
He was clearly arrogant and domineering, looking down on everyone, yet he pretended to be elegant.
But this was undoubtedly a slap in the face to Forsley in public.
Fursley's gaze immediately turned cold. He stared intently at Haines, revealing his menacing teeth. "Haines, how dare you!"
But Haines sat there, a forced smile on his face, and sighed, “Alchemy City, in the end, is also the private property of the Gilded Family, which has been reaping a continuous stream of profits for us for hundreds of years.”
"It's tragic and lamentable that all this beauty is now going to fall into the hands of outsiders."
He glanced meaningfully at the ring on his thumb, then suddenly infused it with a surge of magic. "But I will never admit defeat, and neither will this city."
Before he could finish speaking, Sid suddenly stood up and shouted, "Stop him! He's going to blow up the tower!"
The thirteen most central magic-powered turrets in the city are the oldest masterpieces of Alchemy City and proof of the former dominance of the Gilded Family.
Even the intersecting six-pointed star array itself is the most representative magic array totem of the Liujin family.
If all the energy were to flow into the main tower in reverse, it would be an elemental riot no less devastating than the destruction of Red Moon City!
At that moment, many people sprang into action and launched a joint attack on the former governor.
Even Forsley and Huxley suddenly exploded, recklessly revealing their true forms.
"The sun shines in gilded silence, the night is dawn!" Haines said with a smile as he sat in his chair, reciting the words with a compassionate expression.
That attitude was too arrogant, as if he were the eternal victor.
In an instant, the entire magic turret began to shake.
Overloaded energy circuits spread throughout the tower walls, changing from a bright blue to pale white, then from pale white to bright red, and finally settling into a magnificent and brilliant gold.
The world was bathed in gold, as if at dawn.
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