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In a magnificent palace, a gorgeously dressed woman drank coffee elegantly.

"Let me in!"

outside the palace.

Ben roared at the top of his lungs.

Several guards tried to pull him hard but failed to catch him.

Bang!

Ben dragged the two guards in directly.

"What's the noise?"

The woman sitting on the seat asked calmly.

Ben threw the two guards away and then solemnly knelt down on one knee.

"Queen! No one from the Illuminati can be trusted! This is a conspiracy!"

Ben then told the Queen what he had seen and what had happened to his sister.

"If they are really the messengers of gods, then my sister and Lord Stark, how could they end up like this? They are more like demons!"

"All right."

The Queen put the coffee down, then closed her eyes slightly, leaned on the chair, and spoke leisurely.

"Sir, I understand your concerns, but whether it's your sister or the other knights, isn't that all their wishes? Aren't they the ones who want to join the Illuminati?"

"No! My sister! She must have been bewitched! Queen! Please believe me! They must have used some magic! They can't possibly..."

"enough."

The Queen remains elegant and majestic.

"Sir, I hope you have done a great job in protecting the country. I will not hold you accountable for breaking into the palace this time. Please step back."

"Your Majesty the Queen! This..."

"I said...step back..."

Then a group of soldiers emerged from both sides of the palace. Seeing this, Ben had no choice but to leave honestly.

Because no matter what, he is absolutely loyal to the Queen, which may be the reason why he is in the current situation.

Ben walked on the way home disappointed.

"Hey! Hey! Sir!"

Then a hoarse voice stopped him.

When Ben looked back, an old man who looked like a beggar stopped him.

"what happened?"

"I know...I know everything."

"What...are you talking about?"

"Hahaha, I know, everything you want to know...about...the deal"

Ben's eyes lit up.

"You...what are you..."

"Hush, I am a wanderer who is about to die. God sends down the power of salvation. I greedily feel the breath of God. In the end, I will not feel any pain and come to the side of God."

"What...what are you talking about? What god?"

These words are really confusing to Ben, a staunch materialist warrior.

"This is...the slogan of the Illuminati...I was once a member of the Illuminati."

"Then you know something! Right!"

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't waste time with you here. My body is in dilapidated condition, and I have everything you want to know. How about we...make a deal...?"

The old beggar said mysteriously.

But he thought that the old man's limbs were sound and his face was rosy. He didn't look like a sick person. However, he knew that he would definitely not be able to continue the investigation alone, so he might as well take a gamble like this!

"Okay!"

Ben promised.

"What's the stake?"

"I have long heard that Sir Ben is so brave that he can easily solve all the difficulties in the world. Therefore, I want you to participate in... a game."

"Oh? Game?"

"Yes, 'Heaven and Hades.'"

"Heaven? Hades? What is that?"

Ben asked confused.

"It was organized by a god, a game of life and death. The winner will get..."

"Etc., etc..."

I was stunned when I heard what this old beggar said.

"What is... held by gods? Also, a game of life and death? What is the competition?"

"Sir, please listen to me tell you slowly. I know your doubts, but please believe me, I am not lying to you in any case."

"Barons, the god of balance, is different from the gods believed in by the Illuminati. He doesn't care about dominance and belief. 'Fairness' is his concept. He quietly awakened a hundred years ago. At the same time, he also sensed that the crisis was coming. For this reason , he created a game, and whoever wins can make a wish and get everything they want, and Barrons will also use this to increase his magical power."

After the old beggar finished speaking, Ben paused for a while. The amount of information was really too much for him.

"You mean...god? Holding games? Can wishes come true?"

"That's right, as for the content of the game, I don't know. I just heard from others that it is a battle of life and death, so I am here to ask you, do you... dare to participate?"

"Make a wish...can I wish for anything?"

Ben asked with a glimmer of hope.

"The God of Balance is in charge of the balance of matter and spirit. He has no ability to resurrect your sister, sir."

"This... so..."

Ben lowered his head in despair.

"Then what do you want me to help you get?"

The old beggar smoothed the messy beard on his face and said with a smile.

"From him, I can get my 'spirit' back."

"Your...spirit?"

"That's right, I will tell you everything about the Illuminati later. How about this deal? Will you...participate in it?"

Ben looked at the nagging old man in front of him, thought of his words, and then thought of his sister, the way his sister danced by the fire, the way his sister healed himself in the hospital, and... the way his sister died...

Ben clenched his fists, his eyes became firm, then he twitched his face and said fiercely.

"Okay! I'll join! How to get there?"

Hearing this, the old beggar also laughed.

"Hahaha, I really saw the right person! The sky has eyes!"

Then the old beggar took out a map from his three layers of clothes.

"Here you go, Sir Ben, the location of the God of Balance is here."

Ben took the map and opened it.

Dragon Kingdom, on the top of the snow-capped mountains.

The specific location is also clearly marked.

After confirming, Ben put the map away and then said.

"Okay, wait for my news. How can I contact you then?"

"No need to worry." The old beggar waved his hand.

"When you really pass the test, I will naturally appear. At that time, I will tell you everything you want to know..."

"Okay! Old man! Take care!"

After expressing his gratitude, Ben strode away.

Dengdengdeng.

Dengdengdeng.

A red-haired masked man walked up to the old beggar.

"He...is one of the candidates?"

the red-haired man asked.

"No matter how you look at it, he doesn't have the talent to use magic."

The old beggar put on his clothes and said meaningfully.

"Dora, don't worry, just wait and see. There will be no mistakes in the candidates for the 'Savior' plan."

"Him? Is it the 'ace'?"

"Maybe so..."

......

There is less than half a month left until the Wan Dynasty Summit Conference.

Chen Nan is still practicing in the mountains.

After gaining a certain amount of knowledge, he seemed to have some understanding, but it was not enough.

At this time, Master Tianshang came over.

"Brother Nan, look who I brought here."