Chapter 250 Conversation
The next day, news of a deliberate murder of a candidate shocked the world.
The killing of the candidate is undoubtedly a provocation to the Parthenon and a loss of face.
The only good news for Parthenon was that after the attacker succeeded, he was captured and executed by the Knights, which saved Parthenon's face a little.
But the death of the candidate is indeed irreversible, and this incident also exposed the cruelty and bloodiness of the competition for the Parthenon Goddess to the world.
On the day before the treasure hunt, something happened that shocked the world, and it also happened to happen in the Parthenon.
"The great sage Merola committed suicide in her own chamber!"
This incident had a greater impact on the world than the candidate's killing, and it also pushed the entire Parthenon to the forefront.
After all, throughout history, it is rare for great sages in the Parthenon to be killed, and they often die in their own bedrooms.
As for the suicides reported in the news, they are just for the ignorant people at the bottom to see.
The top leaders of the major forces would not think that Merola committed suicide.
Because he can reach the position of great sage, in the current situation where the goddess has not appeared, he can be said to be second to none.
Who in such a high position would be so depressed as to commit suicide?
But when people think that Melora was murdered, they feel horrified. Many people smell the smell of impending disaster.
After all, the Great Sage is not a candidate. The Great Sage represents not only status, but also strength. Even if he is not good at fighting, not everyone can deal with him.
And he was able to kill Merola quietly in the Parthenon and leave safely.
Not everyone can do this.
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"You did a great job on this."
Ye Feiyang sat on the sofa, holding a cup of tea in his hand, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly.
"Norman has already helped you clean up the mess. Go back to your clan and stay there peacefully."
There was no one else in the room except Ye Feiyang, who looked like he was talking to himself in the air.
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
An old voice suddenly came from the room.
"You seem to have no one to protect you. How about I leave it to your side, Your Highness?"
"No, I'll be able to use you when the time comes."
Ye Feiyang shook his head.
"Yes, Your Highness."
The sound echoed in the room for a long time.
Ye Feiyang was not speaking, and no sound was heard.
Suddenly, the gauze curtains in the room swayed gently, and a breeze blew on Ye Feiyang's face.
"Stinky boy, what does that old guy want to do with you?"
Pang Lai sat on the sofa and looked at Ye Feiyang puzzledly and asked.
Just now he sensed a trace of his old friend's presence and rushed over immediately, but when he arrived he found that the presence had disappeared.
"Come to me for refuge."
Ye Feiyang smiled lightly and said easily.
"Asylum? You agreed?"
Pang Lai was stunned for a moment, but there was no surprise in his eyes, and he asked.
"I agree."
Ye Feiyang nodded.
"You actually agreed. You should know that he was in favor of it back then."
Pang Lai looked at Ye Feiyang in surprise and reminded him.
"What happened back then is all in the past."
Ye Feiyang said with a smile.
"You let it go?"
Pang Lai looked at Ye Feiyang with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
"No."
Ye Feiyang shook his head.
"and you."
"But compared to settling accounts with those people back then, I have more important things to do now. He came to me for help, and I protected him. If he gets this news out, old man, how many people do you think will jump out of the shadows and come to me for reconciliation?"
Ye Feiyang looked at Pang Lai, smiled mysteriously, and said softly.
"You want to use him as bait to lure out those people."
Hearing this, Pang Lai's eyes showed a hint of shock, and he exclaimed in surprise.
"It doesn't count. Instead of killing them all, I'd rather let them become knives in my hands. Make the best use of them."
A calculating look flashed in Ye Feiyang's eyes, and he spoke calmly.
Pang Lai looked at Ye Feiyang's silence, as if unwilling to give in, and made a final attempt at persuasion. "They were all powerful figures back then. Aren't you afraid that they will unite by doing this?"
"If they really had that ability, they wouldn't be hiding and seeking protection from others."
Ye Feiyang smiled, a hint of disdain flashed in his indifferent eyes, and he sneered.
"And even if they unite, so what? Without Izhisha, what are they? Do they really think that all the old guys of the Hidden Clan are dead?"
Feeling the domineering and forceful tone in Ye Feiyang's originally calm tone, Pang Lai's face showed a hint of helplessness. Then, as if he had thought of something, he asked.
"So you asked Essendel to kill Merola!"
Ye Feiyang didn't say anything.
Pang Lai saw that Ye Feiyang didn't say anything, he sighed secretly, and had the answer in his heart.
"Who's your next target?"
Ye Feiyang shook his head and did not answer.
Seeing that Ye Feiyang still didn't say a word, Pang Lai looked at Ye Feiyang with a slightly complicated look in his eyes.
"If you encounter any difficulties, remember to come to me."
Pang Lai's words lingered in the room, but his figure left at some point.
"May it never happen, old man."
Ye Feiyang looked at the place where Pang Lai was just now and said secretly in his heart.
Then, Ye Feiyang slowly stood up from the sofa and took out his mobile phone.
"Merora is dead. Ander can take this opportunity to disappear. I will follow the agreement."
With Merola's death, Ander announced that he would give up his position as a candidate. From the original four candidates, there are now only three left.
To outsiders, Ander's withdrawal was not surprising, because Merola was her supporter. With Merola's death, her power in the Parthenon plummeted. Although she still had the support of others, her chances of standing out and becoming a goddess were slim.
In the restaurant.
"I never thought that the Parthenon, the sacred temple that all healing mages yearn for, would have two major explosions in succession."
Mo Fan sighed as he looked at Zhao Manyan.
"Every major power is like this. Speaking of this, I really want to congratulate you and Old Ye."
Zhao Manyan spoke.
"Why?"
Mo Fan looked at Zhao Manyan with confusion and asked.
"Xinxia is now one of the three candidates for the Parthenon."
Before Zhao Manyan could explain to Mo Fan, Ye Feiyang spoke first.
"Xinxia is a candidate!?"
Mo Fan was startled at first, then a trace of worry appeared on his face.
"Xinxia has no one to rely on in the Parthenon. Why don't we let Xinxia step down as a candidate and let the remaining two candidates fight each other."
Mo Fan said this to Ye Feiyang, and also for Ye Feiyang to hear.
"Others can retreat, but Xinxia can't."
Ye Feiyang said lightly.
"Why?"