"Then host, in your opinion, what matter is the most important right now? In any case, I feel everything is very important, especially matters concerning slaves."
At this ti, a fat man with a big head and large ears sitting in the crowd asked.
This fat man wore a gorgeous robe, wore gemstone rings on his ten fingers, and even held a food basin in his arms. The basin was full of boiled at, and from ti to ti, he would grab a handful and stuff it into his mouth to chew, looking just as tacky as an uneducated nouveau riche.
If the people from the Forsaken Ruins in the past were here, they would definitely be able to call out this fat man's na—Sherlock Cloud.
It was just that the current Sherlock was more than twice as fat as before.
Just sitting there with that tonnage took up the space of three or four people.
And the one ntioned just now who only ran over after dealing with his own matters was precisely him.
However, as soone specializing in the slave business, he was indeed very busy sotis.
Especially under the current situation where great chaos had opened, there was even less need to say it.
The slave business was soaring.
Moreover, as one of the founders of the Gravel Syndicate like Steve, his current power was far greater than other Deviln.
And because of this power coupled with the slaves in his hands, he was also called the 'Demon Duke' by his own people.
"Alright, since the Duke says so, then I'll take one of the urgent problems collected from everyone and talk about it."
"Many people feel that the starting point of this great chaos was caused by the Black Witches, and in fact, there are indeed reasons in it."
"But I think the key problem now should be the matters of the Pure Origin Sect. After all, everyone has invested quite a bit of funds and painstaking effort there."
Being asked by Sherlock, the host didn't panic either, directly drawing out a stack of docunts and beginning his performance.
"That's indeed the case. Up until now, I have successively invested at least over thirty thousand Gold Coins and many materials."
"I've also invested over ten thousand Gold Coins here."
"What do you guys amount to? I at least gave Steve that idiot a hundred thousand slaves for nothing."
Speaking of the matters of the Pure Origin Sect, Sherlock got angry.
A hundred thousand slaves ah, how much money would that sell for? As a result, it all went down the drain now.
This was simply more uncomfortable than killing him.
And the originally quiet square also beca clamorous again because of this topic.
There was no helping it, to a Devilman, what was second only to power was money.
Especially under the situation where Steve still left such a huge ss for them after his death, not scolding him a bit would be a disservice to his death.
"Everyone! Everyone!"
The host knocked the stone table with the wooden gavel again to quiet everyone down.
"Although the papal position of the Pure Origin Sect fell into the hands of those Primal Scripture Adherents, it doesn't an we have no way to control the Pure Origin Sect."
"Judging from so information and intelligence I received, although that Marshall conducted a great purge within the sect, it has only been a dozen or twenty hours so far."
"Which ans there are still quite a few mid-to-low-level administrators inside who are our people right now. We only need to co up with a way to have them do it, and we should be able to bring the Pure Origin Sect back into our hands."
After taking out the docunts one by one for comprehensive analysis, the host propped his hands on both sides of the stone table and looked at everyone sitting on the circular stone steps ahead.
...
There are still quite a few mid-to-low-level administrators who are our own people...
Everyone was clear on what this news ant.
However, these people were still currently grasped in their hands, but after a long ti, it couldn't be guaranteed.
After all, a long night is fraught with dreams.
Let alone the question of whether they would betray or not.
Just being discovered by Marshall, that Primal Scripture Adherent, these people would very likely find it hard to escape death.
So everyone didn't follow up and cause a commotion anymore, but instead seriously thought about this question.
So even pulled out sothing wrapped in an obsidian shell and pointed at it.
This was none other than the magic phone Steve made back then.
It was just that because of the ergence of the Adventurer's Guild and cards, the magic phone Steve made lost its place of use.
So he simply used it for internal communication.
This just happened to also bypass the card system.
No one could guarantee whether the card system would also have a program similar to a backdoor that would leak their conversation records, chat logs, and the like.
After all, back when they were on Blue Star, they monitored the entire world like this.
So it was better to be careful.
"Then, what are we going to do?"
After stuffing a handful of at into his mouth and pondering while chewing, Sherlock looked at the host below very seriously.
Since the other party brought up this intelligence, it was clearly to use this intelligence to do sothing.
Otherwise, he wouldn't say it when everyone's temper was so irritable.
Saying it now, wasn't it just to cool everyone down, and then attract all the attention to himself so he could show off?
But under the condition of wearing a mask, no one knew exactly who it was either.
Hmph.
In the end, it was nothing but so petty tricks.
However, the solution the other party proposed next solidly gave him a shock.
"Very simple, we just need to have them find a witch and kill her. This way, we can tie the Pure Origin Sect and the Witch Race together. When the ti cos, they will fight, and we only need to pick up the ready-made benefits from behind."
The host said like this with a low voice that could be heard by everyone.
It instantly stunned all the Deviln looking at him.
"Witch!"
Upon hearing this, Sherlock almost flipped the food basin in his hands.
Although the topic this ti was originally caused by that group of guys, the witches.
But knowing it was caused by witches and knowing they were going to make a move against witches were completely two different concepts, okay.
After all, the harm the Tower Witch caused him was extrely huge. Even after all these years, recalling it now still made him feel a headache.
"You an we go provoke the witches?"
As a founder of the Syndicate, the Demon Duke Sherlock, who now dominated a region, naturally wasn't afraid of the Witch Race.
It was just that having once 'crossed swords' with the Tower Witch, he was very clear on how difficult witches were to deal with.
So he wasn't very satisfied with this bold proposal.
After all, no matter how he looked at it, the investnt and the harvest couldn't form a direct proportion.
Even if those mid-to-low-level mbers of the Pure Origin Sect had now degenerated into chess pieces that could be discarded at any ti.
But even chess pieces that could be discarded should have their proper usage, right?
"Your Grace the Duke is wrong. It's not us going to provoke the witches, but Bishop Marshall of the Pure Origin Sect going to provoke them. I hope you don't get this mixed up."
The host shook his head slightly, and then spoke to correct the erroneous part in Sherlock's words.
"Isn't that still the sa aning? Or do you think the witches wouldn't be able to find out about this kind of killing with a borrowed knife?"
"I have crossed swords with the Tower Witch, I know how difficult they are to deal with. And don't forget, the Demon Eyes of those damned witches have all sorts of bizarre abilities. I don't think your petty trick can deceive them."
The angry Sherlock cursed.
Falling just short of throwing the food basin in his arms out.
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