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Volume 4 The Weeping Sea of ??Sand Chapter 60 Parade

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    The alchemist sat on a soft carpet covered with flower petals, next to his soon-to-be bride.

    The female magician is still dressed in black.  The waist-hugging dress has a long skirt, on which the symbol of the Desert Mother is embroidered with gold and silver threads - the appearance of a half-covered woman.  Female magicians are just like this woman:

    "Even now, you are still unwilling to take off your veil?" Leo said.

    "What are you worried about, Leo?" Aurora's eyebrows arched and her eyes narrowed, like crescent moons.  She jokingly said, "Can't wait now? Don't worry, according to the customs in some places, the bride's red hijab can only be removed by her husband after the wedding."

    She was talking about the East, Lu Yuewu¡¯s hometown.  Leo couldn't help but turned his head and looked outside: the sedan was being carried by a group of muscular guards.  Nearly a hundred attendants and maids surrounded them, and a little further away was a protective circle of more heavily armed soldiers.  He didn't see the female swordsman, let alone Rosie and Miss Bachelor.  None of them followed.  He should have remembered that they had all told him clearly that they would not come.  Yes, why did they come?  Leo sighed helplessly.

    "You have nothing to cover your head," he could only focus on what was in front of him, while hoping that today's torture would end as soon as possible.  Only in the overt and covert battle with the female magician can he temporarily forget the trivial matters that bother him.  Even though the other party was the initiator of everything.  He continued the previous topic and said, "Besides, your veil is not red either."

    There was a playful smile in the female magician's pale golden eyes, as if she had seen through his previous troubles.  "Don't always care about the color. It's just a trivial matter, isn't it?" She leaned over and whispered in his ear teasingly, "When dealing with men, you have to whet their appetite, right?"

    "I'm not interested in you."

    "Who knows?" The female magician chuckled, "Everyone doesn't mean what they say. No one is exception."

    Leo did not deny it.  "Is that true of you too?" he shot back.

    The alchemist clearly heard the female magician¡¯s laughter.  "You will know." She replied in a frivolous tone, "Anyway, it will be soon, isn't it? If you want to know, just tonight."

    However, the answer that Leo wanted to know was not this.  She was avoiding his questioning.  "I'm afraid you're not ready yet, woman." His language became vulgar, and he was venting his anger that had nowhere to vent.  "Your god still has to watch your debauchery."

    The female magician didn¡¯t seem angry about this.  "Don't forget that you will also be one of the parties involved," she said.

    Leo suddenly felt like a fool, going around in circles, but trapping himself in it.  "Then we'll see." He said angrily, "Let's see who laughs last."

    "Then I'm looking forward to it?" The female magician leaned on the soft pillow, "Anyway, we will know the answer soon, right?"

    Leo remained silent.  Just because suddenly he suddenly realized: the one who will have the last laugh is neither himself nor the female magician, but the annoying ugly demon.  He is destined to win.  He is the chess player.

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    Along the broad avenue lined with palm trees, the sedan carrying them followed the open-topped sedan of Prince Barton and Nianta out of the castle gate. For a moment, salutes were fired, like thunder and dragon roars.

    The sedan slowly moved forward and went down the stairs.  The streets on both sides were filled with onlookers, waving colorful flags and handkerchiefs, shouting, putting their fingers in their mouths and whistling.  However, through the gauze curtain, Leo saw that there was no happy look on their faces.  There was more hatred than joy in their eyes.

    He thought there must be soldiers forcing them with spears and swords out of sight.  "They should have thrown eggs at me," Leo said. "They couldn't help it anymore."

    "Barton has plenty of ways to make them endure it." The female magician told him, "We don't need to worry about it."

    But this is exactly what the alchemist is worried about.  From what he could see, their impulses were obvious.  "I didn't see swords on these people's necks," he said. "That's not insurance. What I'm curious about is how that fat pig manages his city."

    "Fat pig?" The female magician sneered contemptuously, "Since you already know that he is a fat pig, do you think he can still govern? Do you know a saying? 'Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish.'  'That's what he does. Shouldn't you have seen it a long time ago? All he knows is enjoyment. Money, beauty, and power. Apart from that, all the guys he doesn't like are thrown into the sea.shark¡ª¡ª"

    The alchemist looked at her proud eyes and said coldly, "Except for you."

    ¡°And my guests,¡± she added.

    "This is the puppet you picked."

    The female magician shrugged, "You can say that. But I just let him obey my orders. Cruelty is his nature, and even magic cannot change it."

    ¡°It¡¯s easy to change a country but hard to change its nature.¡± He continued.  But what about the reality?  Magic has the power to do anything.  Her ability to bewitch is no less than that of the Night Witch.  Who would believe her?  At least Leo didn't believe it.  He only believes what he sees with his eyes, hears with his ears, and only believes in his own judgment.

    He only knows that the more brutal a country is ruled by a king, the more defenseless and bullied people yearn for the glory of the gods.  So that they can place their hope on the last straw and hope that the gods can save them.  People who are rich and safe can never talk about faith. Only the poor people who are forced to the edge of the cliff will beg for the illusory gods.  The closer you are to the desperate situation, the more devout faith you can attract.

    The alchemist glanced at the female magician who seemed unable to conceal the pride in her eyes.  She doesn't seem to know the law that everything must be reversed when it reaches its extreme.

    The surroundings suddenly became noisy.  The sedan chair intended to be paraded around the city swayed violently from side to side.  Leo held tightly to the pillar hanging the gauze curtain, and the female magician suddenly fell on him.  She grabbed his arm tightly and refused to let go.  "What happened?" she asked loudly.

    However, no one could respond to him, and the surroundings were in chaos.

    The roars of men, the screams of women, and all kinds of noisy sounds swallowed up her words.  "Come here!" she shouted.  "What the hell, what happened?" But the attendants and maids had already fled here, and the soldiers turned their backs to them, struggling to block the oncoming crowd.

    Leo straightened up in front of him. When he saw clearly what happened, he couldn't help but sneered and laughed loudly.  "See, this is what happens when you act recklessly and show off to people."

    A group of Varians organized by an unknown party broke through the guards' obstruction without warning and rammed into Prince Barton's sedan chair.  They were holding long harpoons and wooden sticks in their hands, and their faces were full of crazy despair.

    The soldiers didn¡¯t know what to do.  They could only stop them, but the anger of the fishermen soon aroused the anger of more people.  "What are you waiting for? Do you still hope that he will let us go? This fat pig will only eat our meat and suck our blood! We have no way to survive! It is better to give it a try, even if it means death, we must let it go  He went to hell with us!" The fishermen's incitement reminded most people of their own painful experiences.

    There is no doubt that Leo absolutely believed that Prince Barton had done something heinous and he was guilty of countless crimes.  Because the same hatred that runs deep into the bones of everyone's face, whether men or women.  They shouted, venting their anger.  The soldiers' defenses were retreating steadily, and in the end they could only do their best to huddle next to the sedan.

    However, the sedan they were riding in tilted violently and fell heavily to the ground.  The female magician screamed and fell on Leo. Her eyes looked at Leo at close range.  In the brief contact, Leo discovered the fear and uneasiness of her feminine side.  She is just a woman.  Leo suddenly realized.

    "Let me go!" The female magician tilted her head and struggled hard in his arms.

    Her figure is indeed exquisite, but the alchemist does not want to have even the slightest ambiguity with her.

    The female magician jumped up from the ground almost as soon as he let go, as if she was trying her best to escape her own panic.  On the street, Prince Barton's sedan chair had been overturned. He saw Nianta and Prince Barton being protected by a wall of soldiers, but irrational people were trying to rush towards them.

    "Kill them, kill them." Leo actually heard Prince Barton's hoarse roar among the chaotic shouts.  "Kill them and everyone will die!"

    After a brief hesitation, the soldiers raised their weapons, and then the killing began.

    A man was cut down to the ground first.  He was stabbed in the chest with a spear and then beheaded by another soldier.  Blood poured down on everyone around him like a hot fountain.  The strong smell of blood seems to awaken the wild nature suppressed by human reason.  Everyone gets even crazier.  The prince's cruelty backfired.

    The men turned a blind eye to the soldiers' swords. They rushed forward without fear of death, allowing the swords and spears to penetrate their bodies.  And they were like corpses that knew no pain, hugging the soldiers tightly, opening their teeth and biting fiercely, and they were bound to die together with them.  After them, there is a steady stream of peopletide.  No matter men or women, they were all fearless. They picked up the weapons on the ground and slashed at the soldiers.

    "What did you think of, Aurora?" Leo sneered and said, "I only thought of Pompey Dekar." He jumped out of the collapsed sedan and walked forward.  "Your complacency makes me laugh. You will always only be able to please demons, and you will never understand what humans are like. They will not do what you want."

    Leo used the seal to carve out a difficult path, but after a moment, he noticed that the magic power was like a tsunami overwhelming the sky. The sky above their heads seemed to be about to collapse, with thunderclouds rolling and lightning raging.

    "Stop it all!" The female magician roared angrily for the first time.  "I order you, stop!"

    However, everyone is jealous, even Leo can't help but fall into it.  He tried not to kill these civilians, only to make them lose the power to resist.  But good intentions and good deeds will not bring back their sanity.

    "Stop!" the female magician screamed.  She finally lost her patience.

    Then the thundercloud descended.
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