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Why are you here?

The dozen or so men in black that had ganged up on him had all died in the blink of an eye!

Ever since she teleported to the Big Dipper, she had never experienced such a relaxed victory. She did not understand what these black-clothed men wanted to accomplish with their lives.

In the blink of an eye, Molda had already arrived in front of Inky, who was still in a daze.

"49, how are you?"

"Are you scared?"

Ink Yan instinctively dodged, she shook her head and said, "Thank you for your concern, General." Her tone was full of vigilance.

Molda felt an inexplicable sense of relief, thinking that it was a good thing these people knew what was good for them. He had even erased his own neck at the most crucial moment. Surely they won't tell me what I want them to do?

At this time, Ink Yan had already recovered from her previous grief and her IQ had returned to its normal level. Molda's true form was revealed in her first question.

"General, aren't you supposed to be eating breakfast on the first floor of the Bright Moon Restaurant?" "Why did you come out on the street so early in the morning?"

Molda suddenly coughed twice! There was an awkward expression on his face as he was not prepared to be questioned.

"About this, about this …" With his left hand clenched into a fist, he covered his mouth and began to laugh.

"I suddenly received a message this morning. He said that someone from the yamen of King's City wanted to provide me with important information. The other party specified that he wanted to meet me before he spoke. So after thinking about it, it's best to not eat breakfast and go see what's going on. "

"Well, then I saw you on the way."

Oh?

With regards to Molda's explanation, Ink Yan didn't immediately refute it. Instead, she raised her eyebrows in puzzlement and looked at Molda with the meaning of 'don't fucking ask the weasel to give another new year's greetings'. His mouth was still feigning feigned agreement.

"So it was really such a coincidence."

"I'm going to work at the yamen. General, you received the news of someone confessing to you, so you came running over on your horse." The time and place are exactly the same. "

"Hahahaha, what a coincidence."

Molda quickly scratched his scalp again and continued to smile awkwardly.

However, he could only smile awkwardly.

Because!

Last night, he grabbed Little Hua and asked all sorts of questions, but none of them were used today!

He was a hero trying to save a beauty, but the beauty's IQ was so high that she could tell that she was probably scheming against him! Then why did he continue to do this? Was he going to hire another group of Death Soldiers to trap the 49 man in front of him like a bunch of rice dumplings and then carry him to pay his respects to his brother?

Once Ink Yan saw Mo Da like that, she probably wouldn't be able to chat much longer. I'm still in a hurry to get to work, so please step aside, General.

At this moment, Molda's rough nerves, which were like telegraph poles, were suddenly electrified!

"Ah, 49, wait a moment."

Just as Ink Yan was about to pass by, Molda grabbed the horsewhip and called out to him from behind, kicking the horse's belly parallel to Ink Yan, proclaiming, "I also happen to be going to the yamen. Having a horse to walk with was faster than walking. "Do you want to …"

Ink Mist rejected him immediately!

"No need!"

"This lowly one's position is low now, riding the horse of a general is immoral. If someone sees it, how will you explain it? "

With that, she sped up again and turned into a small alley. After turning around a few times, she actually disappeared.

Now, all that was left was Molda, who hadn't finished reciting his lines, and the corpses that had broken on their own. The first thing he saw was his general sitting on his horse, gazing into the distance at some unknown location. He looked lost. This was an obvious sign of him being humiliated!

Even though at that time, Steward Cong didn't know that Mo Da was staring at the 49, his heart was touched! Combined with the fact that he suddenly waved his scimitar to kill her last night, he thought, "Not good!"

General, I'm afraid there's someone in your heart! And he cared a lot about the other party's attitude! Otherwise, he wouldn't have been afraid that the other party would misunderstand and make a move on his own accord! Should I keep silent in this situation, or silently write a letter and pass it to the Imperial Advisor of the Heavenly Wolf Country?

At this moment, Molda had just regained his senses. He saw the butler, who had just arrived and was observing him closely. They were both elders of their own family, so they knew each other's temper very well. Molda lightly kicked the horse's belly, driving it to stand in front of the butler, looking at him condescendingly as he asked.

"Butler Cong, what are you doing here?"

Oh! Butler Cong was surprised, and blurted out that he was actually going out to look after the kitchen staff for supplies. He heard that someone was blocking the way and was here to kill him, so he was worried that the general might be injured.

Oh ~ In response to this, Molda gave a lukewarm snort, unable to bear to expose the lies of the butler.

Which steward of a prince's mansion would casually come out to shop in broad daylight and pay attention to the chef's purchases? Upon realizing that his master might be in danger, how could a butler come forward alone and not even bring a guard to help? After living for so long, did he really think that he, Molda, was an idiot?

However, even though Molda knew that Butler Cong was lying, he couldn't truly expose him. Compared to the fact that Butler Cong was talking to him, Molda was actually lying.

Thus, Mo Da looked back at the 49 that had already disappeared and proactively said, "Since I'm fine, then let's go back together."

"..."

In less than half an hour, after nine turns and eighteen turns, she finally arrived at the yamen.

She looked up at the sun and saw that it had not yet risen very high. The shadow of the little bamboo stick used for the examination was not even above the mark of 8 points. Ink Yan secretly let out a sigh of relief, thinking that no matter what, at least she had hugged him for today.

However, Zhao Xiaoyun suddenly walked out from the yamen and pulled her to the side as he asked anxiously.

"Brother-in-law, why did you come so late?"

Ink Yan blinked her eyes and said.

"I was on my way to work when I was suddenly stopped by a group of masked men in black. Now that he had finally defeated that group of people, he rushed over! He wasn't late. What are you so anxious for? "

Surprise suddenly surfaced on Zhao Xiaoyun's face.

"Masks?"

"Why don't I know?"

Ink Yan suddenly froze. His mind suddenly became abnormally clear.

That's right!

This was the capital. The security on the streets was directly under the responsibility of the yamen runners in the capital. Not to mention the robbery, even the multiple thieves in the shop were within Zhao Xiaoyun's scope of work! Why not?

Unless …

An unlikely scenario flashed across her mind. However, it only lasted for a split-second. Ink Yan rejected this possibility by instinct. She turned around and started pressing down on Zhao Xiaoyun. Why did she say that now?

"But what happened in the yamen?"

Zhao Xiaoyun shook his head. He had said that Shi Jie and the County Magistrate above him would only cause trouble for him. Ha! The key was the dungeon.

"What's wrong with the dungeon?"

Ink Yan was more curious. He thought back to the cold and gloomy underground place he went to yesterday, as well as the Maori people who wanted to eat and drink. He guessed that the old chief might have figured it out and was willing to cooperate with him.

Following that, Zhao Xiaoyun pulled her into a corner and whispered the result into her ear.

"Don't tell anyone. I don't know who found it first this morning. In the dungeon, in front of the Maori cell, were the animals that had been bitten to death. But when I asked who did it, no one saw it. "

"And this is not the strangest thing. The key thing was that after the incident, all the Maori people in the dungeon confessed! He actually took the initiative to tell the bailiff that they were indeed hiding a lot of food. However, they weren't without conditions. The old chief and Hisith, who are the leaders, specifically mentioned that they have to meet you before they are willing to speak. "

What?

This time, Mo Yan was truly frightened! He couldn't figure out what had happened in the middle of the process.

However, the truth did not allow her to think any further. While she was in a daze, Zhao Xiaoyun led the way to the underground cell and stood in front of the Maori, shouting, "I've brought what you wanted!"

After that, a scene similar to yesterday appeared in her vision again.

Hundreds of Maori stood silently behind the cell door, worshipping her with their eyes, not saying a word. At the door of each cell lay a dead animal. From rabbit to deer, everything was ready.

However, compared to the previous day's hunger and thirst of the Maori, everyone seemed to be in good spirits. It seemed that after he had left, Zhao Xiaoyun had actually ordered someone to give them food and drinks.

When Hisith saw Ink Yan, he actually came. Standing behind the cell door, he began to praise loudly, "Great benefactor, you've finally arrived!"

"Come, my people, let us welcome our benefactor with the highest etiquette of Maori!"

After that, all of the Maori bent down and prostrated themselves in worship of Ink Yan, saying strange things while they did so.

"True God, I praise you! Because you gave me good food. I'm no longer hungry. "

"True God, I praise you! Because you gave me loved ones and loved ones. I am no longer alone. "

"True God, I praise you! Because you taught me to be grateful! Because I have a benefactor! The world was no longer cold! The clan no longer has borders! "

"Thank you! A True God! Thank you, my benefactor! Thank you for thinking about us unceasingly, for your selfless care for us! "

WC!

This was the highest level of thanks to the Mäori! Worship! Moreover, it was a form of courtesy only used to treat the most respected guests! It was as rare as the Jewish people in those days when they were thanking Schindler for his Holy Spirit Ring!

Ink Yan covered her mouth with all her strength and tried to suppress the scream she was about to let out.

However, this was not the only thing that the heavens had given her.

After all the Maori had expressed their gratitude to Ink Yan, he and Hisith continued kneeling on the ground, showing their gratitude to Ink Yan in an exceptionally pious manner.

"Benefactor!" Because of your selfless sacrifice and protection, we have all witnessed a miracle. Therefore, Hisith and I represent all of the members of the upper class, saying that we, the Bula tribe, will follow you, Sir 49, from now on! "