160 Berlund Street, Dawn Dantès's mansion.

Crane stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the rain fall with the wind, hit the ground, fall on the glass, and weave into a net.

Since the beginning of autumn, it has been rainy again in Beckland, which has brought lingering cold and humidity.

Klein didn't move for a long time, just staring into the distance in silence with a blurry rain scene, his eyes unfocused.

It wasn't until inspiration struck him that he restrained his thoughts that were drizzling like a drizzle and looked sideways.

Renette Tinicole, who was carrying four blonde red-eyed heads, bit a letter and walked out of the void.

"Who sent it this time?" Crane habitually asked Miss Messenger.

The last letter he received was from Sharon, who told him that he had successfully survived the ritual and was promoted to Sequence 4 "Puppet" of the "Prisoner" pathway.

Klein first congratulated him sincerely, and then apologized to tell the other party that he had already obtained what he wanted, and he would not go to Calderon City in the spirit world in the short term.

Of course, he also said that there is a lot of secret hidden there, which may be related to himself, and there is a high probability that he will still go after a while, and when the time comes, if Miss Sharon has free time and willingness, he hopes to get her help.

- As far as Klein is concerned, on the one hand, he may have to find the materials for his future promotion, and on the other hand, he thinks that the magical city involves the ancient god of death, the ancestor of the immortal bird, Gregali, may have a cure for Mr. Azik's "spiritual mutilation", even if he can't let the "Archon of Death" have a chance to be promoted, he hopes that he will not suffer from amnesia again and again.

Of course, Crane also has a plan for this, that is, when he is promoted to Sequence 3 "Ancient Scholar", he will prepare some more "Yesterday Reappearance" charms for Mr. Azik, or directly apply the corresponding extraordinary abilities to help him recover quickly every time he loses his memory.

At this time, Crane had already received the letter, and Renette Tiny Cole responded in turn

"That ......", "Immortal ......", "......", "Fool......"

...... Patrick Bryan of the Crustocracy of the Grim Reaper...... Klein easily understood who Miss Courier was talking about, because Patrick was the one who wrote to him the most frequently in the past two months, and basically reported and asked for instructions on anything important.

After a few times, Renette Tiny Cole gave him the nickname.

Miss Courier has not shown any interest in this area before, and it is unknown when she started...... Most of the people who write to me often have nicknames, except for Miss Sharon...... Crane muttered to himself as he unfolded the letter and skimmed through it quickly.

Patrick Bryan said in the letter that this time the Southern Continent's order was no longer for him to make various attempts to awaken the "Grim Reaper", but for him to prepare a special ritual to help the angel in the death realm in the mausoleum, the leader of the Artificial Death Sect, Hetel, to further recover, so that he could temporarily leave the "self-sealed land".

On the surface, such an order was not too problematic, only slightly abrupt, but Crane still sensed that something was wrong.

"The Artificial Reaper Sect of the Spirit Order in the Southern Continent has asked Patrick to continue to perform strange and dangerous rituals in the past several times in an attempt to awaken the 'Reaper', but I have instructed him to bluff the past with the excuse that the materials cannot be obtained and the experiment will eventually fail, and now, they finally suspect that Patrick has a problem?" Crane nodded thoughtfully.

He suspects that this is a temptation against Patrick Blaine, through a ritual that points to angels!

- The angels' response to the ritual is all over the world.

Well, as long as there is no suspicion that something is wrong with the artificial god of death, after all, they have inherited a large inheritance of the ancient Bailang empire, who knows if there is a way to affect the process of the goddess mastering the "uniqueness" of the path of the "god of death", so that neither side can benefit...... Klein analyzed for a while, slightly relieved.

As for the temptation of the angel in the realm of death, he didn't think it was too much of a problem, because the "fool" could also mobilize the power close to this level and interfere in the form of "angel embrace", as long as the high priest called Hetel did not come directly, but exerted influence from the air, he could skillfully mislead.

Thinking about this, Crane snapped his wrist and let Patrick Bryan's letter ignite a red flame, and then returned to his desk, turned out a pen and paper, and swiped and wrote

“...... You can do what your teacher tells you to do, but be sure to report back to me and get my permission before the actual ceremony......"

Due to the short interval between the letters, it is likely that Patrick Bryan had not left his original location, and Crane did not summon the messenger of the other party, played the adventurer's harmonica, and handed the folded letter to Renette Tincole.

............

In the drizzling rain, Hugh wore a rudimentary sap raincoat and hid in a dark corner, staring at the side door of Viscount Stafford House.

At this time, it was not yet evening, but the gas street lamps were already lit one after another, emitting a hazy halo in the rain.

After a while, a cab came from a distance and stopped in front of the side door in the middle of nowhere.

The valet of the Viscount's family, who was hiding in a sheltered place, immediately jumped out and opened an umbrella.

He escorted the cloaked woman who had disembarked from the carriage and quickly passed through the side door, while the cab stopped where it was, did not leave, and seemed to have collected enough money.

Hugh still didn't see the woman's face clearly, but she was not at all depressed, and waited patiently in the cold rain, as if she had become a statue, motionless.

She planned to wait until the other party came out, trying to track them down and confirm their identity.

This is not only her chance to get the formula of the "judge" potion, but also related to the purpose of her coming to Baekland - to investigate the truth about her father's death!

It is precisely because of this motivation that Hugh has persisted in monitoring Viscount Stafford to this day, and the other intelligence officers of MI9 have already ended their mission on their own in the previous months when nothing has happened, and even the man in the golden mask who gave this commission has not asked about relevant matters for many weeks, and obviously does not care about it anymore.

In Viscount Stafford bedroom, a beautiful brown-haired girl in a silk nightgown sat at a dresser, fiddling with skin care products and cosmetics like a treasure.

The middle-aged Viscount of Stafford walked behind the beautiful girl in a men's dressing gown with wet hair and smiled at her in the mirror

"Sheman, you don't need them to add extra sparkle to you. ”

"It's just a female instinct. The girl named Sherman smiled and raised her hand, reversing the palm of the Viscount on her shoulder.

Viscount Stafford smiled softly

"You have a sense of innocence and purity when you fiddle with them, hehe, you have brought me back to my youth, like going back to when I was seventeen or eighteen. ”

Without waiting for Sherman to respond, he said to himself

"My wife has been dead for several years, and I thought I would live like this until I was called by the Lord's grace, and when I met you, after a while, the pressure that had accumulated in Beckland was released, and I would find an opportunity to walk into the temple of marriage with you. ”

"Marriage...... You're going to marry me?" Sherman asked in disbelief after a moment's pause.

Viscount Stafford smiled

"It is the Lord's gift to meet you, although you are not noble enough, but I have already been married once, and I don't need to pay too much attention to this matter. Of course, I will also find a way to improve your status, well, first find a businessman and let him recognize you as an illegitimate daughter......"

He babbled about his plans as he saw Sherman's eyes in the mirror gradually fog over.

"The most valuable thing about you is that I am good to you, and you will be good to me several times more than ten times, without concealing it at all. Viscount Stafford smiled and bowed his head and kissed the top of Sheman's head.

Sherman opened her mouth, as if crying, and as if laughing.

It wasn't until the light rain stopped and night fell that Hugh finally waited for the woman in the dark red cloak to come out and board the carriage.

Remembering the characteristics of the carriage, Hugh was far away, relying on the extraordinary ability of the "sheriff" and the wet and uninhabited conditions of the streets at night, to track the target by walking and running.

All the way from Queens to the Beckland Bridge area, when Hugh's strength was almost a little overwhelmed, the carriage finally stopped.

Hugh perked himself up, changed his target from the carriage to the woman in the dark red cloak, and continued to follow.

In the process, she was slightly surprised to find that the woman had a strong anti-tracking ability, sometimes going around in circles, sometimes using obstacles to make a pause.

However, this is difficult to rest, she is an experienced "sheriff", patiently following from a distance, not approaching.

Just when she intuitively thought that the woman was not too far away from her final destination and was about to catch up, she suddenly smelled a sweet and empty fragrance.

Hugh was stunned for a moment, and then completely lost track of his target.

And the scent was gone, as if it had never been there.

"......" Xiu's pupils dilated slightly, and he didn't dare to search the surroundings again, looking for traces.

In a rental house, Triss, who is gentle and sweet and can't take her eyes off, looks at Shemandao who is taking a selfie in the mirror

"You seem to be in a good mood.

"Well, isn't this last task too hard to accept?

"When it's done, you'll be able to leave Beckland and live the life you want. ”

Sherman was stunned for a moment, her expression became very complicated, and she was a little lost, as if she had suddenly woken up from a sweet dream.

She didn't turn her head, her lips twitched for a moment before she spoke

"He said he wanted to marry me......"

Triss raised an eyebrow

"Men can't be trusted at that time, and you and I should be well aware of this.

"If he really wants to marry you, he won't guard against you, he will want to have a child with you, hehe, did he do that?"

Hearing her question, Sherman's expression darkened a little.

Triss stood up and smiled

"I'm not going to stop you from pursuing your love, and if you want to make the deadline of this mission a lifetime, then it's time for you to think about what you want to do. ”

She said this lightly, walked to the door, and left the rental house.

As she descended the stairs, Triss suddenly stared at her shoes and chuckled, mocking as if self-deprecating

"Love ......"

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