Eventually, the unruly mob found no trace of the absconder at the "Fraor" bar.

The result was simple, Zeta smiled and handed the leader of the mob a cocktail, and after seeing the black feather in the glass, the group of guys was not convinced, but they had to leave in a huff.

In addition to the unprovoked deaths of prison guards, which caused small riots on the streets of the business district, the coastal neighborhoods a few streets away were not quiet.

A large number of Imperial soldiers surrounded a dilapidated alley, and from time to time sheriffs and forensic doctors came and went, and the bodies of the one-eyed dragon and pockmarked face were discovered, and it happened that there had been a fire between two small gangs not long ago, so the investigators naturally linked the two things.

Of course, the follow-up to the "Prison Guard Assassination" is not clear, because by this time he has returned to the Imperial Military Academy.

After sneaking out of the guard's sight, Al crept up the stairs of the Abilities Castle.

Dragging his tired body up the stairs, Al tried his best to keep his steps light, but when he reached the second floor of the castle, "Steel Bone" accidentally touched the railing, and still made a soft noise, but it was this small noise that woke up the girl who was locked in room zero.

"Who's where?" a timid voice came from behind the door, it was a girl.

As if she had been thrown onto a steamer, the temperature of the surrounding space began to rise sharply as soon as the girl's voice fell.

"Don't be angry just yet, my name is Al, I'm not a bad person, I'm a student of Professor Russell. Al's face was burned red.

"Al?" the girl's voice was a little confused, "Is it the new El of the Ability Department?"

"Yes, yes, that's me!"

Because he was afraid of attracting the attention of others, Al kept his voice down and replied that he didn't want to be punished for not returning home at night.

After the girl was silent for a while, the heat wave in the air stopped distorting, and the temperature gradually decreased, and Al breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw this.

"I'm sorry I hurt you. ”

"It's okay, that, I heard Snow say your name is Micah, right?"

"Brother Snow?" the girl's voice was mixed with some joy, but the next second it became sad, "Since you are both freshmen in the Abnormal Ability Department, Snow should be good friends with you, right?"

"Yes," Al whispered, "I heard Snow say that you must be bored to be in this room almost every day, right?"

"Well, so I'm thankful to Brother Snow, who comes over to talk to me almost every morning. The girl seemed to be leaning against the doorframe and pouting.

"Why don't you come out for a walk?" asked Al, leaning against the door.

The girl inside the door did not answer immediately, she hesitated for a moment.

"What's the difference between the world outside the door and the room?" Michael's voice was a little haggard, "I don't have any friends, I don't want to be liked by everyone, and I don't want to hurt innocent people." ”

Sure enough, every Paranormal has been accompanied by loneliness since birth, and Al couldn't help but sigh.

"It's not your fault, Micah," Al comforted, "we can't choose where we come from, but we can choose what kind of person we become, and I think you're a kind person." ”

"Really, do you really think so?" Michael's tone revealed an unconcealed excitement.

"Well, I'm sure you can become a person who is liked by everyone. ”

At this moment, there was a sound of conversation at the staircase on the first floor, and it seemed that someone from the security department was patrolling.

"I'm sorry Micah, I have to leave quickly, I'll be miserable if I find out. ”

"Well, you can go!" Micah urged.

Al dodged the flashlight that flickered downstairs and ran up the stairs against the wall, the sound of running fading away before disappearing at the end of the stairs.

"Thank you, Al. The girl's voice was gentle, but more like talking to herself.

Shortly after the patrol left, the door to Room Zero was gently pushed open, and a foot in pink bear slippers sticked out, and the fluffy slippers and white lace-trimmed socks revealed the girl's cuteness.

However, Micah did not come out in the end, and the foot that stepped out of the door was hesitantly retracted, and the door to Room Zero was silently closed again, as if nothing had happened.

The cold wind blew through the vast expanse of Snowfog Town, and although spring had arrived, the cold was like a long-lived guest for this town in the southern part of the Josephic Empire, staying here almost all year round except in the middle of summer.

In the twilight, yellow sand flies freely on the ancient road outside the town of Snow Mist, the dry riverbed is surrounded by dying poplar forests, and the bones of dried animals are scattered by the wind and sand, and as far as the eye can see, there is not a single human population within five kilometers of the town, except for a whirring and dilapidated windmill.

The blades of the windmill creaked, the power system of the Frankie Carriage Hotel was all thanks to the windmill that had been repaired countless times, and outside the hotel was a weeping forest, and whenever the wind suddenly rose, the forest seemed to be wailing with thousands of evil spirits, although the hotel did not look luxurious on the outside, but it could provide a place for the weary traveler to rest.

Today, the Frankie Inn, as usual, has not many guests, as can be judged by the few horses in the stables.

On a barren path outside the hotel, a horse-drawn carriage was running through the yellow sand, and in a short time it stopped outside the fence of the Frankie Carriage Hotel.

The four horses are protected from the wind and sand by light leather, and although the carriage looks unremarkable at first glance, a closer look reveals that the joints of the carriage have been carefully reinforced, and even the worst weather outside can minimize the impact on the people in the carriage.

In addition, the most important point is that there are four metal crosses at the top four corners of the carriage, and the shining silver shines through the yellow sand in the bloody sunset, spreading a divine glow all the way.

The door opened, and two men in robes and hoods walked down, their bodies covered with loose robes, like pilgrims walking incessantly.

One of the men's robes was white and gold, the other was all white, and although the style of the robes was slightly different, one thing was the same, and that was the quaint cross painted on their clothes, and they were members of the Holy Church.

"Young Master, let's take a night's rest here today, and by the way, find out the news in Snow Mist Town. The middle-aged man's voice sounded particularly strange, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other, not like a human sound, but more like an emotionless machine.

"Well, Klindo, don't be so domineering for a while, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. It was a young man's voice that answered him.

"Got it, young master. ”

The wind tightened and visibility outside the inn was even lower, and the boy pressed the brim of his hood towards the main entrance of the Frankie's Carriage Inn.

The second-story hotel on the innermost side of the fence jumped into view, and the signboard made of colorful lights outside the door gradually became clear, and there were already three or two old horse-drawn carriages stopped outside the hotel.

"Young Master, I don't understand why you're helping me. Klint said as he walked.

By the light of the kerosene lamp in the stable, it was clear that Klindor's appearance was very different from before, especially the strange face.

Clindo's jaw has a black mechanism fixed to his neck, which extends upwards to cover half of his face, and the name of the black device is the Integrated Voice Generator, which was specially designed for Clindo by the relevant scientific and technological departments of the Empire commissioned by Max.

The black sounder is engraved with a cross motif to make it look beautiful, and this machine can both solve Clindor's inability to speak and cover the scars on his cheeks.

"Since you work for the Holy Church, Clindor, you deserve it. Max walked ahead, and there was no flaw in his words.

"So, young master, you already know that I am working for Archbishop Yarman..." Although Klindo's expression was a little flustered, his frosted voice still had no emotion.

Max stopped suddenly, the main entrance of the Frankie Carriage Hotel was close at hand, but Max did not leave.

"Clindo, what the Pope appointed me to come to Snow Mist Town for, you should know well, in this dangerous place, no one can be sure that they can return to the imperial capital intact," Max patted the sand on his body, "I specially asked the Pope to appoint you to complete this mission with me, do you know why?"

Clindo didn't dare to act rashly, he stared at Max's back and didn't speak.

"Because I can give you my back without fear in the face of the enemy," Max stepped up the stairs, "what about you, can you do it?"

Clindo's heart suddenly tightened, and he froze in place.

With a "squeak", the originally closed hotel door was pushed open by Max, and the wind and sand poured in, and then the inferior wooden door slammed shut behind Max, and the violent wind pushed the door and hit the door frame, almost shattering the translucent glass in the middle.

Max's deep back lingered in Clindo's mind as he spoke, and the grit the size of a grain of rice hit his face in pain.

Clindo recalls the time when the two of them were on a mission together, when the little boy who had just joined the Holy Church was a cowardly boy who had grown into a man who could take charge of himself, and that Clindo had almost witnessed the transformation of Max, and that the temperament of a leader was thriving in the boy.

When his heart had calmed down, Clindo's hand rested on the wooden door of the hotel and was about to push it open, when a sawdust from his hand stabbed into his finger.

Before leaving, a scene suddenly appeared in Clindo's mind:

"Clindo, I'm not interested in what the Pope has assigned you to do, I'm interested in what you can do at the right time. ”

Archbishop Yarman, seated on the throne of angels, looked at Clindo gloomily, and the ornament of the cross, which had cut out his tongue, was hovering beside the throne.

Feeling the pain between his fingers, Clindo's hand trembled slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he pushed open the barbed wooden door.

Inside the door, there was a different kind of scene.