You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes? Chapter 230

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The transactions between the hegemons of the old era and the top power classes of the new era were silent, but the outside world was changing at the moment.

In the major areas of Fort St. Grant, many faculty members and senior students hurriedly carried out defense tasks according to the above arrangements.

The lower-level wizards who were unable to handle this were neatly placed in various hidden locations in the school for shelter, and were prepared to evacuate at any time.

Although the overall atmosphere was dignified, it also seemed orderly and organized.

In cities outside of Fort St. Grant, there is no such order.

The people who gather here are basically traders who make a living around the school and the wizard students. When the school starts, there are many wizard parents and passers-by who come to visit and play.

The previous storm and some news from the school had already made these people panic.

And when the sea calmed down and a dense fleet of fleets appeared on the sea level, this panic turned into panic.

In such an atmosphere, organizations such as chambers of commerce and trading companies from all walks of life can also cooperate with the school's personnel to build a peripheral defense.

But not everyone is willing to stay and help the local area to resist the attack of this unknown enemy.

Those who are looking for a place to hide, those who escape by various means, and those who even want to run to the school...

The presence of these people makes the Isle of Ree, where Fort St. Grant is located, look like a honeycomb, and "bees" on flying brooms are constantly buzzing around the island, leaving or drilling in.

"Everything is as we expected."

Next to the road paved with black bricks, a tavern called Red Thorn was empty.

The thin middle-aged boss was leaning on the counter and wiping his glass silently, and across from him, a fat-looking peer was drinking wine and talking to the boss.

"The frost curtain of the sea clan has been raised, no one can approach this sea area for the next day, and the island itself will not have the ability to resist us. If you don't join in now, the last You might not even be able to drink soup."

"You don't have to be afraid of what to do at Fort St. Grant. Our allies have been lurking in the school for a long time. We have already figured out what means, and we naturally have a way to deal with it."

"And the other side? You can see the messy fish outside, no one expected our actions."

"You don't have to worry about the future. There are the sea clan and us who will bear the consequences. You and your people conceal your identities. Who will find out?"

"As the leader of the top assassination organization in the wizarding world, you wouldn't be willing to be so lively..."

Fatty is like a chatterbox, and he talks endlessly.

The tavern owner is like a piece of wood. No matter what the other party says, he has a blank expression on his face. He wipes the cup, as if he is maintaining the most beloved treasure, and his eyes are full of concentration.

However, when Fatty mentioned a certain key word, the indifferent appearance of the wood suddenly loosened.

"Trial center?"

A little curious in the dry question.

He was obviously interested in this, Fatty didn't hesitate to see this, his mouth was very smooth, and he told the relevant information.

"This facility was only reopened this year, and can transform events that have happened anywhere in the world into a false fantasy for students to enter and experience."

"Simple experience is nothing, but its ability to transform historical events into illusions is rare."

"Think about it, with this thing, what secrets in the world can we have..."

Boss Wood listened silently, without saying much.

It wasn't until the other party raised the glass in his hand dryly and poured a sip of wine into his mouth that he suddenly said, "I can help you, but you have to promise me one thing."

"You want to use it to investigate?"

The fat man smiled heartily, "No problem, when we occupy Fort St. Grant, you can use it however you want."

"Not just this."

The boss said: "Those mixed-race freshmen in Fort St. Grant, you must also ensure safety."

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"Mixed freshman?"

Fatty was stunned when he heard the words, "Are you related to them?"

"I just promised my friends to take care of them, especially that Iger."

"No problem, not only the mixed-race freshmen, we will not touch other freshmen."

Fatty agreed: "We have no interest in a group of children. It's just..."

"But what?"

"Fort St. Grant has inexplicably appeared an heir that might cause us some trouble."

Fatty said: "Of course, this won't be a big trouble, but I thought that since he was born this year, it is very likely related to that group of freshmen."

"Investigate as you please."

The tavern owner had never heard of an heir, so after hearing this, he lowered his head and wiped the glass again.

"I just promised my friends to ensure the safety of those children, and I don't care about anything else."

"Then make a deal."

The fat man made a decision, and then laughed again.

"I think with your help, Browning's old monster can't make any waves."

He seemed to be very confident in his next actions, and after chatting with the wooden boss for a while, he left the tavern leisurely.

However, when he came outside, the smile instantly subsided.

After scanning the empty streets around him, Fatty turned around and hurried towards the location of the next target.

He is William Pantolia, one of the organizers of the attack, and is urgently recruiting some people as helpers.

The plan, which has been in preparation for many years, originally did not require such a temporary "rush to work".

But the previous series of visions, and the vaguely rumoured heir, made William Pantolia, the pirate chief, feel a little bad.

Especially as an ally of the leader of the Scarlet Cross, those messages sent to him not long ago.

The other party thought that this operation could not be successful again, and said that the island under his feet would come to life at any time.

William Pantolia was not unconvinced, but he believed that even so, they were not necessarily without hope of success.

Because, as he mentioned before in front of the tavern owner, they had been preparing for more than five years, but Fort St. Grant was completely unprepared.

Even if an inexplicable heir suddenly appears ~www.mtlnovel.com~, what effect can it have?

Five years of preparation is not a joke, let alone the island can survive, even if the surrounding sea can survive, he has the ability to make it die again!

And to be cautious, he had already asked a friend who is a top fortune teller to do divination before, and he didn't get any bad results.

"Unless the so-called heir can use means beyond this era, it will not play a decisive role."

"But how is that possible, the magic tide has already subsided..."

This thought flashed through William's mind when he came to the door of a bookstore.

Then he pushed open the door of the bookstore and looked at an old man in a white robe, with a hearty smile on his face again.

"Andrew, my old friend, it's been a long time!"

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