The silence was strange, heavy and eerie.

Everyone's eyes were staring at him at this moment. Although these gazes did not have any power, when these gazes were directed at a person, it was more than an ordinary person could bear.

Ms. Franey stood quietly in the middle. She did not make any other movements and her expression was very calm.

"Freni, respected Ms. Flani, do you support Locke from the Eye of Bermuda to become the inspector of District 11?" The middle-aged man from the Eye of Bermuda said with a faint smile on his face.

“I don’t support it.”

Without much hesitation, Flannie just shook her head and refused.

It's still very quiet.

But the scene around him became very strange and weird at this moment, and there was a feeling that could not be described.

It seems like a storm is coming.

"Freni, my dear lady, you don't support it. Why... why don't you support it?" The middle-aged man smiled slightly. He looked very calm, but unknowingly, a chill emanated from this middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man, like Ms. Freni, is a terrifying being at the peak of level four truth.

The middle-aged man spoke slowly and softly, his voice was not loud, but the chill in his tone was revealed very directly.

Naturally, it is not well-intentioned.

"The person in charge of our Gintama Hand is the Inspector of District 11. According to the relevant regulations set by the two thrones, we must wait until..." Ms. Freni wanted to say something.

"Ma'am, just consider the head of your Gintama's hand dead."

Before Ms. Franey finished her words, the middle-aged man interrupted her. He smiled slightly and looked very gentle.

"So, ma'am, from now on, don't think about your so-called supervisor. He is not an inspector. He won't be. From now on, he won't be." The middle-aged man's smile was full of arrogance and pride.

The surroundings were still quiet, and all the wizards and sorcerers were looking at Ms. Flani.

A little further behind, the Silver Demon named Sharand was watching this scene with great interest. There was a hint of curiosity and surprise on his face, but more of it was like he was in a circus. Next to Sharand, Angolo, who was wearing a black robe, was looking coldly at Flani in front of him, his eyes full of coldness.

He had a very deep hatred for Morin. Now that he saw Morin's wizard and warlock organization being oppressed like this, he naturally felt very happy.

Sitting on the high-back chair, Locke watched the scene quietly. His fingers stroked the clean and shiny black beard on the corner of his lips, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Gintama's Hand...

Haha, the hand of Gintama.

And there is Morin, a somewhat peculiar fourth-level true meaning sorcerer.

Speaking of which, there are quite a few grudges between them, the Gintama Hand, and that Morin Olsen. Not to mention what happened before, just say that when they were in the Bloodline Royal Court, the powerful golden lions they sent out were all killed by that Morin.

It has to be said that Morin was extremely secretive about this matter. It was only after Locke's strength had been further improved that he used witchcraft to obtain relevant results.

"Actually, it's a pity about the Golden Lion. Originally, I had some other uses, but it's a pity that he died..." Locke thought so, feeling a little regretful.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Maureen Olsen was exiled to the boundless chaotic star plane, never to return in this life. This is about as good as it gets.

From this point of view, Locke felt a little regretful. After all, he did not kill Morin personally. Morin had good strength and his blood should be very special. It was a pity that he could not make some other attempts.

"Respected Master Locke, our arrangement is very good, but I still have a question." At this time, the voice of the young man from the Silver Demon Clan sounded beside Locke, saying: "The Silver Soul Hand obviously won't agree, so, are we going to destroy the entire Silver Soul Hand here?"

"No, if it was an ordinary wizard warlock organization, it would be fine, but this Silver Soul Hand is the wizard warlock organization that the previous Inspector belonged to, so we can't do this."

"Whether it's just a superficial effort, or to reassure other wizard and sorcerer organizations, or to show the two thrones, you know, the two thrones really like Maureen Olsen. He is a junior they highly recognize."

"You'll get into trouble if you do that."

Locke's hand gently rested on the armrest beside him, a smile appeared on his face, he smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I've thought about it, I will take care of the Gintama Hand."

Hmm...

Xia Lande shrugged slightly, with an ambiguous look in his eyes, but he stopped talking.

Things have come to this point, so let’s continue to see what happens next.

"Ms. Freni, you don't agree with Locke of our Bermuda Eye to become the Inspector. Do you want to fight with him... Well, are you worthy of fighting with my mentor?" The middle-aged man smiled. He spoke softly, like a spring breeze, giving people a warm feeling, but under his gentle face, there was an undisguised sarcasm and contempt.

“I naturally cannot fight against the powerful Level 5 Spirit Ring Mr. Locke.”

Flanny sighed in her heart. Although she noticed something was wrong when she came here, she did not expect that things would have reached this point. Now the entire Gintama Hand is bearing all the pressure.

There wasn't much she could do now, just persist and hold on a little longer.

Wait until Maureen arrives later.

Morin is also a spiritual ring. I guess if Morin comes... the situation might get better. After all, he is the real inspector in name only.

"No matter what, we, the Gintama Hand, will not agree." Ms. Flayne thought to herself, and her mind calmed down a lot. She raised her eyes and looked at the middle-aged warlock in front of her, and even looked directly at Locke and the others behind her.

"Madam, do you think you alone can represent the entire Gintama Hand?" The middle-aged sorcerer did not speak, and the smile on his face suddenly became weird.

What? Ms. Franey suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Dear Master Locke, we, the Gintama Hand, are willing to support you in becoming the new inspector of District 11." At this time, an old and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind Ms. Freni.

Ms. Franey was very familiar with the voice.

Martha?

It's Martha! Flannie turned her head suddenly, and she saw that many Silver Soul Warlocks had stood behind Martha without knowing when. At this moment, Martha was bowing to Locke, very respectful.

At this moment, Martha's aura was changing and surging, and it was already the peak of level three.

"Martha, you..." Flannie looked at this good sister whom she had known for many years in disbelief.

"Martha you are crazy!"

Flynn yelled angrily.

"Flennie, you're crazy." Martha raised her head and looked at Flennie coldly. Her eyes were cold and cold, and she said, "You still can't see the situation clearly. You're the crazy one."

"You are dragging our entire Gintama to death."

"Freni, you deserve to die!!"

“You deserve to die!!!”

Hearing Martha's murderous words, Ms. Franey was struck by lightning and stood still.

…………

Maureen walked ahead.

dark.

It's dark.

After entering the palace, all Morin saw was a vast, empty darkness.

The surroundings seemed to be the underworld, with no up, no down, no direction, and it became a place of chaos.

As if after a trance, a hazy light finally appeared in front of me.

The light fell from the sky.

Little by little, as if it were an illusion.

A thick black drag chain dropped from the sky, tying up a young man with tattered clothes and bruises all over his body in mid-air.

The young man seemed to be seriously injured. His head, body, and clothes were all covered with blood. From time to time, dim golden light flashed on his body.

Morin felt the man's breath, and after a moment of silence, he slowly walked over.

The aura on his body slowly changed.

"Respected God, hello." Morin walked step by step in the dark sky. He came to the side of the young man and spoke softly.

After a brief silence, the young man's body suddenly began to tremble violently.

"This aura, this aura... a god, yes, a real god."

"I never thought, I really never thought, that after endless years, I... I could still feel the breath of the gods and see a god."

"Respected God, you... hello, I am Sotas, Sotas Rawlsjord..."

A faint voice was heard, and the young man slowly raised his head, revealing a face covered in blood, extremely tired and painful.