Chapter 14 Dark Moon Soul ()

The Kingdom of Qatar is a very powerful kingdom located in the southern part of the Dadan continent.

Its capital is a city called Carter, a city with three million people living in it. You can see its prosperity from the three million residents alone. The defenders of this city are a unit with a population of up to 100,000.

Perhaps the number of 100,000 is too small compared to three million, but no one would have doubted it before, whether it has enough ability to defend the city.

The official has announced the strength of this army. Among the 90,000 soldiers, there are 90,000 people with cultivation at level 3, 5,000 people with cultivation at level 4, 3,500 people with fifth, 1,500 people with sixth, 1,500 people with seventh, and 1,000 people with eighth.

Among the ten thousand magicians, there are 10,000 people with level three or above, 3,000 people with level four or above, 1,000 people with level five or above, 500 people with level six or above, 3 people with level seven or above, and 8 or above.

But now such a powerful army cannot give people a sense of security, which makes the entire city's nobles panic.

In just one week, more than a thousand war vocationalists have mysteriously disappeared in the entire city. Among them, the highest cultivation level has reached the sixth level.

Level 6! In this country with a population of 300 million, there are absolutely no more than 30,000 people who have reached level 6. They can open an iron gate that is 50 centimeters thick and ten meters long and three meters wide with just one punch.

Such a powerful master actually disappeared mysteriously, how can he not cause panic?

In a grand and magnificent palace, a middle-aged man with a majestic temperament sat on the palace, with his eyes slightly closed and his right hand rhythmically hitting the chair handle. His highness two rows of ministers stood quietly, and there were only slight knocks in the palace all day long.

"Marquis Oster arrived." After a while, a sharp sound came from outside the palace, breaking the serious atmosphere of the palace.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, and a light flashed through his deep eyes and said lightly: "Call him in."

An old man stood beside the middle-aged man and said in a sharp voice: "Tell me the Marquis of Oster." His voice was very light, like a whisper in his ear, but his voice was clearly transmitted.

"See Your Majesty!" After a while, a short and fat middle-aged man walked into the hall and saluted the middle-aged man, the king of the Qatar Kingdom 'Kaen'.

Kahn closed his eyes gently and asked lightly: "How is it?"

Oster stood up and replied carefully: "Thank you, your Majesty, you have made some progress."

"Let me tell me." Kahn's plain voice sounded again.

Oster organized some language and spoke, "First, I found that when I was investigating the site, there was a faint and weird energy left on each site, which was somewhat similar to the dark energy. Given that the missing persons had sixth-level warriors, I boldly speculated that the plunderer was a dark warrior of level seven or more, or several dark warriors of level six or more. Secondly, I looked through the detailed materials of the missing persons and found that these people had seven layers of dark warriors, two layers of water warriors, and one layer of ice warriors. This reminded me of the tragedy in Canada three hundred years ago. I suspected that someone wanted to use taboo techniques in the capital."

Hearing this, the ministers who had been standing silently on both sides instantly felt a little commotion. Kahn, who had been calm, suddenly opened his eyes, stared at Oster with deep eyes, and asked, "What evidence do you have?" His voice was no longer dull and he seemed a little hurried.

"In order to verify this speculation, I bought a high priced copy from the Thieves Guild to perform the best timetable for the Taboo Art. One of the best time to cast the speculation is three days later, so I have seven layers of confidence in the accuracy of this speculation."

"Seventh floor, seventh floor..." Kahn murmured softly when he heard this.

"Everyone, you all heard it. Is there anything you want to say?" Kahn was the king of a country after all. He quickly returned to normal and asked a group of ministers whose faces changed drastically.

A tall and thin old minister came out, and Langsheng said, "Your Majesty, I think that no matter whether the Marquis of Oster's speculation is correct or not, I should be careful all three days. I think that if a forbidden order is issued, I will not give a chance to bear it."

"Your Majesty, no!" As soon as the tall and thin old man finished speaking, the Minister of Finance hurriedly jumped out. "There are people in the city in the past few days. Issuing a forbidden order may cause panic!"

"So what if you cause panic? If Marquis Oster guesses and doesn't take measures, you will be in a disaster in three days." The tall and thin old man argued.

The Minister of Finance snorted coldly and said, "If the ban on curfew is issued, the news will definitely leak. At that time, several foreign chambers of commerce in the city will definitely withdraw. That will cause immeasurable losses to our country."

"How can a mere money compare to my people in the Kingdom of Qatar..."

For a time, the argument accorded to the Chancellor of the Finance Minister and the tall and thin old man started.

Kahn glanced at the noisy hall and slapped his chair. When the ministers below saw it, they closed their mouths one after another.

"Oster" Kahn called out his confidant's name lightly.

"I'm here"

"This matter will be left to you to remove. The Palace Magisters' Academy and the Royal Guards will be used at your disposal. If you cannot solve the case within three days..."

"I will resign from all titles and official positions!"

Kahn was stunned when he heard this, looking at his confidant, he shook his head secretly. Oster was too arrogant when he looked at Oster deeply, Kahn said to the ministers below: "If anyone dares to spread the matter today, don't blame me for being ruthless." After that, he left.

In an elegant pavilion, Kahn drank a cup of tea and admired the beautiful scenery outside the pavilion.

"Your Majesty is so difficult that he is not worried at all?" As the sound rang out, Oster slowly appeared.

"Worried? Is it necessary? Even if the tragedy of Naga is repeated in Carter, I will not be injured in a slightest. But you have acted too much, be careful to become a commoner in three days." Kahn said lightly without looking back.

"As long as your Majesty borrows something from me, I have confidence and will definitely be able to pull out the rats hidden in the dark within three days." Oster's eyes flashed and he said confidently.

"What?"

"Dark Moon Soul!"

"Marson, this is what Kahn recruited and held a meeting today."

In a roughly decorated study room, a handsome young man respectfully handed a letter to the middle-aged man in front of him.

"Taoism?" The middle-aged man opened the letter and browsed carefully, frowned and gently spit out these four words.

"Marson, is there anything wrong with it?" the handsome young man looked at the frowning middle-aged man and asked carefully.

"There should be any conspiracy, but I can't see that it's inappropriate." The middle-aged man put the letter on the table, tapped the table with his hands, pondered for a while, and asked again: "When will your brother come back?"

"Go back to the marshal, he will be there at the latest tomorrow."

"Okay, you go out first. When your brother comes back, let him come to see me immediately." The middle-aged man said with a flash of light in his eyes.

"Yes," the handsome young man responded, saluted the middle-aged man, and walked out.

Looking at the handsome young man who was leaving, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked towards the direction of the palace, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.
Chapter completed!