"Is it Yuma Aragaki?"

"It's really Yuma Aragaki!"

"Ahhh

When I saw who was on the stage, screams rang out at the scene, and people who didn't know the details couldn't imagine that when they came to attend a high school student's birthday celebration, they could actually see Yuma Aragaki, who is the hottest popular girl idol in the country.

"Hello everyone, I'm Yuma Aragaki. Unlike Yuki Majima, in the face of so many pairs of surprise, shock and disbelief from the audience, Aragaki Yuma was not stage frightened at all. In fact, she can easily cope with a large scene of tens of thousands of people, let alone a small scene with only dozens or hundreds of people.

"You must be wondering why I'm here, right? Actually, it's because Yuki Majima is my friend, and here, I wish her a happy birthday, she will always be so young and beautiful. Next, I'll sing a song ......" After the opening remarks, Yuma Aragaki entered the singing state.

She originally debuted as a singer, and then starred in TV and movies, and her singing skills are very exquisite, otherwise there would be no national tour.

The people in the audience were shocked that she was a big star appearing on such a small occasion, and secondly, they were really fascinated by it.

......

On the road not far from the hotel, a man and a woman are standing at the intersection, staring at the glass door of the Bell Hotel.

The two are out of place with the people around them, as their physiognomy is very recognizable, and they can be seen at a glance as foreigners.

They weren't very old, they were all in their twenties, fair-skinned, and pure white.

The man has brown hair and blue eyes, is tall and strong, about 1.85 meters, wears an ordinary casual clothes, has a silver cross on his chest, and his expression looks very solemn and unsmiling.

The woman has black hair and blue eyes, a slender figure, about 1.7 meters, she dresses very casually, black straight-leg denim trousers and a white short-sleeved T-shirt, outlining the plump and attractive body curves, and the same as the man on her chest, she also hangs a silver cross.

The two of them, one handsome and the other beautiful, attracted the attention of many passers-by just standing there, but they didn't mind being watched and talking as if no one was around.

Because it's Italian, it's a minority language compared to English, especially in Japan, so you don't have to worry about being heard.

"Cordley, are we going to wait here?" the white young man asked the woman beside him, who seemed to be a little impatient and waited here.

"Alberto, don't tell me you want to go into the hotel. The woman named Cordley glanced at him obliquely.

"That's much easier and more straightforward, don't you think?" asked Alberto, a young white man, rhetorically.

Cordelia smiled coldly: "That's right, it's really direct, but it will only make the saint even more disgusted, and then we won't even have a chance." ”

"Are you going to wait like this?" Alberto frowned, "The attitude of the Holy Maiden just now is already very clear, she will not take the initiative to return to the Vatican with us, so ......"

"It is most undesirable to forcibly take it away, have you thought about it, this is not Europe, it is Asia, we have to bring someone who is not cooperative, how can we leave the country?" Cordley interrupted him without hesitation.

Alberto was obviously stopped by her questioning, and when she thought about it, she did have a point, and if the saint did not cooperate, they would not have been able to bring her back to the Vatican.

"Is there anything you can do? ”

"We haven't been back for a few years, so it's not a big deal to stay here in Japan for another year or two, as long as we are always around the saint, I believe that sooner or later the saint will come back to the Vatican with us. Cordelia said.

This was actually a negative solution, but Alberto couldn't think of a better idea than this, and sighed and said, "Well, it's good to stay here, at least we still have hope of recovering the Hallows, right?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to recover the holy weapon. As soon as she finished speaking, Cordelia shook her head and vetoed, "We have all seen the strength of that Japanese boy, he can easily kill the heresy that we have been tracking for several years, and he can also manipulate the holy weapon, which I am afraid even the Bishop cannot do, if he wants to kill us, do you think we have the ability to resist?"

After she mentioned it, Alberto may have remembered the horror of the young man she had met that night, and her face couldn't help but show a trace of palpitations.

"Compared to the holy artifact that may not be recovered, as long as we can bring back a holy woman, I believe that the bishop will forgive us for the sin of losing the holy artifact. Cordelia continued.

Alberto was silent for a moment, then nodded, clearly agreeing with her.

The two were talking, and on the other side of the road, three people walked over, looking in their direction, it was obvious that they were walking towards the Bell Hotel.

Cordelia and Alberto sensed something, and they stopped talking and looked at each other.

The three people on the opposite side were two men and one woman, the man at the head was about fifty years old, his face was a little gloomy, his body was thin, he had half-length hair, combed back by roots, and hairspray, giving people an extremely obvious momentum of a superior person.

The men and women on the left and the right behind him are much younger, and the man is in his early thirties, wearing a brand-name casual suit, his hair is also meticulously combed, and although his facial features are ordinary, his momentum is very calm.

The woman is only in her twenties, and her appearance is somewhat similar to that of a man, but her facial features have a softness that belongs to women, but they are not ordinary, and there is a sense of charm and refinement.

The three of them also had a sense, and were about to walk towards the hotel, but they also stopped at this time and looked at the two foreigners at the intersection, a man and a woman.

Alberto's heart suddenly tightened, and one hand had already grasped the cross hanging on his chest: "They ......"

"It's Onmyoji. Cordelia whispered his words and motioned for him not to be nervous, "This is not Europe after all, let's not act rashly." ”

"Hmm. Alberto let go of the cross on his chest.

On the other side, the three people who were originally on guard also relaxed slightly, and the middle-aged man led by them said: "Xiao Wu, Youhua, our target is the White Tiger, so don't make any extraneous branches." As he spoke, he continued towards the Bell Hotel.

"Yes. The two young men and women did not dare to say anything more and followed him.

"Cordley, did they also discover the extraordinary thing about the saint when they went to the hotel?" Alberto looked at the direction they were going, and suddenly became nervous.

"We also passed. Cordelia said without hesitation, and walked towards the hotel, not caring about his previous worries.

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