Before the influx of refugees into Cologne, the law and order situation in Cologne had always been good, and the work of each sub-district police station was quite leisurely, even the duty guard in charge of patrolling the neighborhood was not hard and busy, and sometimes in his free time, the members of the patrol team could be seen sitting around chatting and resting in the wine shops and teahouses on the side of the street. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unfortunately, such good days are gone after the arrival of refugees, and the frequent crime incidents put a heavy pressure on the police station, and the patrols are busy all day long, often one case remains unsolved and another case appears. In order to solve the shortage of manpower in the local security office, the city hall has dispatched a lot of people to help, but even this is difficult to improve the security environment of the green wheat neighborhood.

Foreseeing the possibility of a refugee riot tonight, considering the security issue, the city hall has withdrawn a large number of people from the local security post in advance, and the current security post is like a decoration, which can not withstand the impact of the refugees at all, as for the people who stayed behind at the beginning of the refugee riot, they have taken emergency refuge at the beginning of the refugee riot, not to mention that the center of gravity of the refugee riot is not the police station, but the entire ruling class of Cologne.

According to information obtained by Momer, the cause of the refugee riot stemmed from the expulsion policy of the city hall, and many disgruntled refugees, instigated by the mastermind behind it, decided to use violent means to force the city hall to compromise, and at the same time accept many conditions that are in the interests of the refugees, such as monthly relief payments, free accommodation, and suitable job security.

But will the Cologne City Hall agree to the conditions of the refugees? Think about it and know it's impossible!

Only the ignorant would believe in the Templar's stellar image of selflessness on the surface, and the Templar's treatment of matters of principle that infringes on their own interests has always been cruel and merciless, and has the Templar who erected Elderland's hegemony bow down to any power since the New Faith War? What about the menacing Heather Empire now? If the talk collapses, it's a big deal to start a holy war directly! A small refugee riot could not even make a splash in the eyes of the Templars, so how could He De make the Templars compromise? Without even the help of the Templars, the local nobles whose interests were affected would be the first to stand up against it.

As a result, conflicts are inevitable.

Soon after Selle's retirement, Xia Lan and Mommer quietly arrived near 59 Blue Road Street.

The door of the security station in the distance is locked, the usual personnel on duty can not be seen at the gate, the office building is pitch black, there is no light, and all the people who want to stay behind have been evacuated, and what ulterior secrets will be hidden here?

"You stay here, I'll go inside and investigate."

In the shadow of the corner of the house, Mommer patted Xia Lan on the shoulder, he would not forget the three spies who were folded in the green wheat block, although he had hidden the truth from Xia Lan and only made it clear about the disappearance, so as not to be afraid of giving up and affecting his plan to startle the snake again, but he knew that the secret agents were not missing, but all the bodies were abandoned in the gutter, and they all died of broken hearts.

The Templar's spies are secretive and powerful, and their camouflage and reconnaissance methods are far from being comparable to those of Xia Lan, but they all died in the course of the investigation, so we can imagine the horror of the mastermind behind the scenes, such a person, or force only Mommer himself can be sure to deal with, he will take Xia Lan on adventure, but he will never deliberately take him to death.

"Is Selle's message really credible?" Xia Lan was skeptical.

"You think he's going to betray the Templars?" Mommer raised an eyebrow.

"On the one hand, there is a happy family, a prosperous life and enjoying prosperity and wealth, on the other hand, there is the torture of psychological difficulties all day long, and people are willing to give everything based on faith alone, people are fickle, and the so-called loyalty is just that the price of betrayal is not high enough." Charland Road.

"So what?" Mommer said calmly.

"You don't care?" Xia Lan asked rhetorically.

"What I need to know is the identity of the person behind the scenes, and as long as Selle's news is true, why should I pursue his betrayal? Furthermore, he betrayed the Templars, not me. Mommer said.

"What if it's a trap?" Charland Road.

"It's better to trap so I can get to the bottom of everything."

Momer said this, then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Confidence based on strength!"

Xia Lan sighed softly, his eyes stared deeply in the direction of the security station, he couldn't persuade Momer's decision, in the final analysis, he was not risking his own life, what good was it to say more.

Momer's stealth was very stealthy and fast, and in a moment, he had quietly stepped into the office building in the police station, relying on his strong night vision, the scene of the room could be seen clearly, and with his keen perception, there was nothing to hide.

There was no one in the building, to be precise, he couldn't feel the breath of people.

He did not let his guard down, and continued to wander around the room, and when he returned to the hall without finding anything, the hanging lamp on the ceiling overhead suddenly turned on, and for a moment he was in the middle of day.

"Knight Commander Momer, I have heard of the great name for a long time, and I am really honored to meet you today."

On the sofa next to the wall of the hall, a mysterious middle-aged man appeared at some point, he was wearing a white fitting aristocratic dress, his hair was neatly combed, his skin was slightly white, his facial features were distinct, his blue eyes were as deep as the sea, and he had a small beard under his nose, showing the taste of a mature man.

Facing the stranger who appeared coldly in front of him, Mommer held the long sword at his waist, his half-squinted eyes revealed a wolf-like glow, and he stared at the other party without making a move, because he always felt that he had seen him somewhere.

"Introduce yourself, in Lower Harrington de Beckoff, Baron of Quesworth."

The middle-aged man stood up, nodded politely at Momer and smiled.

"It turned out to be you." Mommer frowned.

The man who called himself Baron Kswo in front of him is one of the emerging nobles in Cologne, whose ancestors came from a small country that died out in the north, and after settling in Cologne, he made a fortune in business, and after many years of business success, he successfully integrated into the local aristocratic circle, but unfortunately the descendants are withering away, and the family is weakened, and now he is unknown in the Cologne aristocratic circle, and may be unknown in a hundred years.

Could it be that he is behind it? If it is true, it is no wonder that no one can find out his identity, because the nobles themselves have frequent interactions, which is the most normal in the eyes of outsiders, and if they secretly plot a conspiracy with each other, who would guess it?

Both he and the Templar made the mistake of focusing their suspicions on the important ones and ignoring the others.

"You don't blame me for coming, do you?" Baron Keswo's demeanor remained.

"No, I should thank you for showing up and unraveling the confusion in your heart." Momer Road.

"I know you've been investigating my identity, but I'm not going to let you know about me until the time comes." Baron Kswar straightened his chest and propped his hands on his delicate cane.

"Not ripe? What the hell do you want to do? Mommer snorted coldly.

"A great change unprecedented since Ragnarok." Kesvo said with open hands.

"War?!" Mommer immediately thought of the speculation that had been worrying in his mind.

"You guessed it!" Baron Kerswall withdrew his hand, smiling like the wind. "At the beginning of the rebellion of the refugees, the garrison of the Heather Empire around Braunschweig-Sarus has launched an all-out offensive!"

"Impossible!" Mommer subconsciously spoke, and then quickly fell silent, and only after a long time did he ask in a stiff tone, "What about Drohichin's Templar envoys?" ”

Baron Ksworth did not speak, but gestured with his hand to his neck, and the meaning was self-evident.

"You're lying!" Momer's pupils shrank. "There's no way the Heather Empire has the power to wipe out the entire Templar legation!"

"What if you add the red-robed mages of 'Subversive Fangs', 'Ancestors' Deliberations', 'Brotherhood of the Faceless', 'Dragon Knight Mercenary Regiment', and 'Tower of Magic'?" Slowly, Kersvo spoke of the most important forces on the continent of Elderland.

“…… You lunatic! Mommer took a cold breath and said.

"Aren't you also looking forward to the chaos and destruction of the Templar?" Kesvo said with a smile. "The Twelve Horsemen of the Witch of the Door."

"Do you know who I am?" Mommer asked, then shook his head and laughed at himself, "If I'm not bad, Kasal is your man, right?" ”

Baron Kesvo snapped his fingers and said, "It's not just Casal, Saire, and Sir Blaise who are all of us, do you need me to tell you who they are?" Casal is from the "Subversive Fangs", Sair is from the "Brotherhood of the Faceless", and Sir Blaise and I are both from the "Ancestral Parliament......"

"Hehe, your power is truly breathtaking." Mommer couldn't help but smile bitterly. "It seems that you have been plotting to destroy the Templar for many years."

"The continent needs a new pattern, not a hegemon that will always weigh on our heads." Baron Keswo said.

"Don't you worry about scheming and betrayal among you?" Momer Road.

"Of course we know that we won't be foolish to kill each other until the mountain of the Templar falls." Baron Keswo said.

"So, you show up here tonight to tell me these secrets, in order to win us over to join you, right?" Mommer said in a low voice.

Baron Ksworth smiled and spread his hands.

"What if I refuse?" Momer was silent for a while.

"You can't say no, and you don't have the right to say no." Kersvo's cane tapped lightly on the ground and said, "Prepare to contact Hereth, we need to make an alliance with her, and you are nothing more than a microphone in our eyes." ”

"Death Field"

"Sword of Sanctions"

A dazzling golden light soared into the sky the moment Mommer drew his sword, turning into a monstrous sword that pierced the night, haunting the sacred aura of endless death and nightmares, as if it was about to purify the earth of all filth and uncleanness.

"Want to see Hereth? Ask me about the sword in my hand! ”

As soon as the words fell.

The greatsword fell. (To be continued.) )