Volume 1 The Land of the Dead Chapter 142 The Spark That Ignited the Powder Keg
"Knock~Knock~Knock"
At this moment, the standing bell in the main hall of the mansion rang dullly, it was six o'clock, Gregory confirmed the time, turned to Roger and said: "Coincidentally, although the pilgrimage team is mysterious, but this new abbot is different, she will give soup and rice at the gate of the monastery every evening, and she has really accumulated a lot of goodwill from the low-level citizens recently, if Mr. Roger is interested, we can go and have a look together after the meal." β
"No problem, but the contemptible person has actually eaten almost, the two of you can continue, and besides, I don't know if you can borrow the guest room to let the contemptible person change his clothes. Roger tugged at his suit, "After all, it's not good to go to see a lady with the smell of oily smoke." β
"It's easy to say....... it's easy to say"
Instead of sending AndrΓ© to guide Roger, Gregory arranged for two maids to take Roger to the upstairs guest room.
Looking at Roger's figure and following the maid up the stairs, Gregory put down the knife and fork in his hand and was silent for a while before he asked Andre, who had been waiting beside him for a long time, "Andre, what do you think?"
"I'm sorry, my lord, I can't comment on it, but my lord, I still have to think twice about acting in the future. AndrΓ© wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, bent down, and almost pressed Gregory's ear and said, "Aside from the past, your lordship's move today is too risky. β
"When I do these things in the future, please say hello to me, but this time thanks to Mr. Roger's magnanimity, he didn't care about it. Speaking of this, Andre showed a wry smile, "Even, maybe Roger doesn't care about these small actions at all." β
Looking at Winnie, whose face was pale, Andre said sincerely: "When I drank afternoon tea before, the adults did these small actions Roger ignored them, and the adults should stop it, why should the adults let Miss Winnie poison the wine again? β
Andre reached out and poured out the remnants of the wine glass on the table, the syrup itself should be mellow but viscous like a mass of slime, obviously there was something else besides rum.
Gregory chuckled dryly, "I think he did drink the wine." β
"Well, I even chewed," Andre shook his head, "Your Excellency, forget about it, and leave the negotiations with Roger to me in the future, and your Excellency will only deal with the next business problems, if, or in case Roger has trouble in the future, you can just push it all on me." β
Gregory looked in the direction of the locker room upstairs and muttered for a long time before saying, "Then I'll leave it to you, hard work......."
Meanwhile.
In the lounge on the second floor, Roger walked out of the spatial crack of life reset, holding his chin and muttering: "Alas, this is no little golden man, or my acting skills are inappropriate?
The ripples in the space behind him gradually bridged, and as soon as the breeze blew in early spring, the smooth Roger couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly put on the clothes that had been prepared, his voice trembled: "But the recent reset of the 'initial' has become more and more weird, and now it can be postponed for so long, when has the concept become so humane?"
Just as Roger sensed if there was anything unusual about his concept, the door to the room was slammed, and Andre's familiar voice sounded outside the door.
"Mr. Roger, is something going on?" the maid heard a noise in the room. β
"Oh, it's okay, I'm sorry I accidentally knocked over the vase here. Roger lied without blinking, and his thief's eyes wandered to the decorative vase that lay aside.
Hearing Roger's calm voice, Andre outside the door nodded and responded: "Oh, that's good, I'll call someone to clean up later, sir, please continue to rest, in addition, Mr. Gregory has also finished his meal and is already waiting for Mr. in the main hall." β
Just when Andre wanted to turn around and leave, the wooden door behind him opened, and Roger appeared at the door dressed neatly, and said: "That's right, I've also changed my clothes, I'll go down with you, you can send someone to clean up." β
Andre followed Roger's glance, the corners of his mouth twitched, he also saw for the first time, a vase can accurately split the vase in half, you say it's not magic, no one believes it.
"Yes, my lord, please do it here. "That's what I said, but this kind of trivial matter naturally doesn't need to be overly entangled, Andre has served so many big people, which one doesn't have a bit of a habit of secrets, although Roger is not famous, but after such an experience, Andre will never treat this kid as an ordinary person.
When I went down the stairs, I saw that the table had been tidied up, Gregory had changed into casual clothes, and Winnie was nowhere to be seen.
"I'm sorry I was a little late upstairs. Roger said apologetically.
Gregory hurriedly waved his hand, "It's okay, the carriage has just been prepared." β
After a while, the groom of the Chamber of Commerce led the carriage, and Roger and Gregory's master and servant staggered towards Vicz.
Gregory's mansion was not far from Vikz, so the carriage entered Vikz before the sun went down, and before he could enter the city gates, Roger sensed the alienation of the city, and the smoke and fire of the last time he had been here.
Although the King's Road was still bustling, most of the bustling people were the garrison in charge of the garrison, and Roger naturally saw the group of people of the Hand of the Arcane that Gregory had men.
It was a young man in a uniform with a blue background, and to be honest, in this era when the color of the clothes was all brown and white, it was not easy for you to wear such a suit even if you didn't want to be noticed, and on his left arm, there was a palm-like armband with a flame depiction, which was the mark of the Hand of the Arcane.
Roger's scrutinizing gaze was obviously also noticed by the young man, who did not expect that this group of notorious royal lackeys actually gave Roger a kind smile.
"Heh, the guy in the Hand of the Arcane is quite interesting. Roger lowered the curtain of the carriage and said with a smile.
"Hand of the Arcanes, didn't they appear near the old abbey, how could they haunt the gates?" Andre looked at the outside, as before, on King's Street, as before, only the vicious guards grabbed the passers-by and interrogated them like chickens, such scenes have been common in Vikz lately.
Following Andre's gaze, seeing that the young man seemed to have never appeared, Roger was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile, and said: "Maybe I'm dazzled, let's go, let's go to the old convent as soon as possible, maybe I can get a bowl of hot soup." β
Looking at the position of the young man just now, Roger muttered, "I hope I don't add carrots to the soup, I'm a picky eater......."
"Boss, why do you see that you went out in a hurry and came back so quickly?"
Wellman, the leader of the third team of the Hand of Ofa, had just stepped out of the ripples of space replacement, and the vice captain of his team came up and said with a hippie smile.
"It's nothing, the reconnaissance circle detected that a high-risk guy has entered Vikz, I went over to take a look, I thought I could catch a big fish, but I didn't think it was just a false alarm, it's just a second-order wild mage with his first-order apprentice, it seems that the research funds of the guys in the R&D department need to be cut a sum of money." β
"Boss, if you cut the funds for the research department, don't that crazy woman from Corriss tear down our camp. β
"Hehe, don't give me a mouthful here, hurry up and sift through the information that has been gathered recently, and make sure to find out why Richelieu is staying in the old convent, according to which he should not have been in this convoy. β
As soon as he talked about work, the deputy captain was a little wilted: "Alas, you said that the leader, is this thirteenth-ranked cardinal worthy of being so serious as a captain?"
"The high-level has its own considerations, if it weren't for the Federation's Lord Lando to temporarily freeze the airspace by using high-level arcane magic this time, that group of dragon eagles alone would be enough for our Northern Fortress to drink a pot, and the situation is compelling, so the high-level cannot afford not to make concessions. β
Hearing this, the vice captain gritted his teeth a little: "It's all that bastard's Mentro family, if they hadn't sent dead soldiers to destroy the city defense magic guide equipment of the northern fortress, where would those dragon eagles dare to fly into our airspace for half a step!"
Wellman sighed, "What's the use of talking about this now, if you are so careful, why don't you send you to the Mullin Province to collect evidence of the Mentro family?" I heard that the colleague in charge of this matter has been in a state of anxiety recently, and his head is about to go bald. β
Stepping into the Mulin Province, which has almost become the same as the rest of China, what is the difference between that and looking for death? The deputy captain smiled and stepped back, "Don't mind, I'm still good at sorting out the information, I'm really busy, I'm really busy." β
Staring at the figure of his deputy captain running away, Wellman smiled and shook his head, and just as he was about to go back to the house, a vast and extremely majestic aura bloomed in the center of Vikz City, this aura was so sacred and noble, even with the spiritual power of the third-order demon master of Wellman, the desire to surrender could not be suppressed in the depths of his soul.
"Mixed ...... Bastard, this is a priest of the Sanctuary Rank, how is it possible!"