Casal's views basically represent the prevailing mainstream of thought in Elderland today, and you can't arbitrarily deny that such a cliché is wrong, even if you have a different personal opinion, but you have to sort out the logic and come up with a convincing inference, and speculation alone will not get any approval. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mommer didn't want to convince Casal by force, and at the same time, he couldn't find proof of his guess, and suddenly said that this matter seemed inexplicable, but in fact it was a deep concern in his heart.

Don't look at the entanglement between the Heather Empire and the Templars, which is far away from their world, but the reason that affects the whole body is the clearest of Momer, once a war breaks out between the two, the first thing to affect is their group of Templars who are the main force of the war.

If, he said if.

If the Heather Empire is behind the refugee incident, who would think it was a simple conspiracy?

He felt trapped in the fog of the rolling wheels of history, he was not the creator of history, but just a member of the crowd, passively bearing the reality and the world that he could not change, powerless, confused, and even desperate.

The sun poured through the stained glass windows, and Mommer leaned back in his chair hung his head for a long time, when his mind was surrounded by troubles and emotions, everyone would have a moment of silent contemplation, even if you knew that it would be meaningless and fruitless in the end, but you would still choose to do so.

"Is there any progress on the Bishop's side?"

Returning to reality, Mommer dispelled the dullness in his heart.

"Nope." Casal, who had been standing silently beside him. "Otherwise, they wouldn't have summoned you back to Cologne secretly."

"What is the use of calling me back? Do they expect me to go to the Green Wheat Neighborhood to find out who is behind it? Mommer shook his head and said in a disrespectful tone: "Things have developed to this point, there are some things that we are powerless to stop, at most we can watch the excitement and clean up the mess." ”

"What do you know, my lord?" Casal wondered.

"Probably, it will take some time to wait for the specific situation." Momer Road.

"Your hind hand is already moving?" Casal thought to himself.

"Yes." Mommer had no intention of hiding it. "I also have to thank that kid for scaring the snake, otherwise the other party would not easily expose his feet."

Casal was curious to know who Mommer was talking about, and as his closest and trusted deputy, he knew a lot of things, such as his relationship with Herris. But there are some special aspects that he has always been kept in the dark and cannot know.

……

……

The seventh day of the third week, the last day before the deadline for the investigation.

Once curiosity is aroused, the desire to learn will become stronger over time, but excessive curiosity usually means danger.

The life of the mysterious woman in the mansion seems to be forever like the immutable repetition of an established computer program, like a real NPC in a game with rigid thinking, and the daily routine is outrageously accurate, if only one or two days were like this, the problem is that it is like this every day, how can this not make people think about it very scary.

He had thought that the mysterious woman would be Smer's mistress, but now it seems that he was a little wrong.

The mysterious woman is too eccentric, and Xia Lan's IQ and strength alone can't find out at all, but he knows this.

So he retreated.

What if an investigation mission fails? After all, it's just a matter of going out for a break, so why bother with the things of the Church? If you have time, it is better to improve your own strength and understand the situation between Cologne and the mainland in many aspects.

Back at the hotel as usual, enjoying the food and solitude, Xia Lan will not ask for trouble without too many constraints. Now that the task of the system is far away, Herris's next step has not yet arrived, and Momer's investigative mission can be properly perfunctory, and there seems to be nothing else to do.

"People's slack often starts with relaxing themselves."

"Why are you here?"

Xia Lan, who was lying on the sofa reading a book, said calmly after hearing the sound of the voice in the room.

He heard the identity of the owner of the voice, otherwise his attitude would not be so casual.

"Come with me to the Green Wheat Block in the evening to watch a play."

Molmer Shi came to the opposite side of him, picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured it into his mouth.

"You've found out who is behind the demagoguery of the refugees?" Xia Lan put down the book in his hand and looked at him.

"Nope." Mommer said simply: "But we learned of the other party's intention to act tonight, a huge and vigorous action. ”

"You're not going to stop?" Xia Lan got up from the couch, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

"Why should I stop it?" Mommer smirked.

Xia Lan shrugged in understanding. "Did you know that?"

"Of course, after all, this is my duty that I have to fulfill." Mommer raised an eyebrow and said, "But I only revealed half of the information to the above." ”

"You want to take advantage of the chaos to find out who is behind the scenes?" Xia Lan's mind turned.

"Clever!" Momer smiled slightly. "Because they're not the only ones who are curious...... And thank you for your eye-catching performances these days. ”

"So I was exposed early in the morning?" Xia Lan was stunned and shook her head.

"You're underestimating their caution." Mommer took the wine bottle and wiped it out, reached out and touched his mouth and said: "At our level, any disguise is false, only strength is everything." ”

"May I ask a question?" Xia Lan was silent for a moment.

"Just ask." Mommer said angrily.

"Who is the woman in the house at 13 Lilac Street in St. Béran?" Charland Road.

"I don't know." Mommer said directly: "I am as curious about her identity as you, I have been investigating her identity since more than ten years ago, but unfortunately it was all in vain, and even almost lost an important chess piece of mine." ”

"You don't even know?" Xia Lan was slightly surprised.

"Yes, and I tested that woman myself." Mommer squinted his eyes slightly and said, "I can only say that you didn't enter that mansion in the first place. ”

After hearing this, Xia Lan understood that Mommer was unwilling to reveal too much secret, or that he was deliberately deceiving himself.

This is understandable, he and Mommer do not have a deep friendship, and it is because of Heris that they can be implicated after all, if there is no relationship at the level of Herris, he will definitely become his enemy.

In fact, he has already given himself a lot of help, even if it is his obligation.

It was still early, and there was still a long time before dusk, and Xia Lan planned to invite the other party to dinner before heading to the Green Wheat Neighborhood, but Mommer unsurprisingly refused, leaving only a meeting place and leaving the hotel room.

Thinking back to what he said, what did the people behind the scenes want to do? Instigating mass riots among refugees? Now that Momer had reported the information to the higher-ups, there was no way for the Templars to ignore it, and besides, what threat could a group of refugees create? Could it be true that the army stationed in Cologne was all decorations?

In the evening, Xia Lan quietly came to an ordinary house, and before he could knock on the door, the door was opened, and he was greeted by a stranger to him, Casal, Momer's personal lieutenant.

"You've come at the right time."

Casal led him to the door and said as he walked, without a hint of greeting.

"I'm worried that I'll be late and won't be able to catch up with the excitement tonight." Xia Lan said nonchalantly.

"Onlookers also need to pay attention to flying disasters."

Casal replied coldly.

The hallway was not long, and in a few words they appeared in the spacious and bright living room, which was poorly decorated, with gray walls, and no furniture except for two wooden benches.

Looking at the empty living room, Xia Lan suddenly frowned and looked at Casal, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

"Sit down."

Casal seemed to be blind, and gestured to the bench.

"Where's Momer?" Xia Lan didn't sit, didn't even move, just stared straight at the other party.

"Your Excellency will be here in a moment, and there has been something urgent just now that needs to be dealt with by him personally."

Casal glanced at him.

"May I ask something?" Charland Road.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you, there was a mutiny among some officers in the Cologne garrison in charge of martial law tonight." Casal said calmly. "Although this matter has been suppressed, it has seriously affected the deployment of the plan, and Lord Mommer left in a hurry because of this matter."

"Officer mutiny?"

Xia Lan muttered to herself, feeling an indescribable strangeness in her heart.

It happened so coincidentally, so coincidentally that it made people's hairs stand on end.

"The mutinous officers have been dismissed from their posts and investigated, and now they have been taken into custody for interrogation, and the specific details will be difficult to know for a while." As if to answer his doubts, Casal said, "But I don't think I know anything from them. ”

"You guessed it right."

At this moment, Momer's voice came from behind them.

"I've kept you waiting."

He was wrapped in heavy silver armor, holding the long sword at his waist in one hand, and grabbing his already messy hair with the other, as if he had just retired from the battlefield, a little bored and a little irritable.

"My lord, are things done over there?" Casal said respectfully.

"Yes, I let the second squad take over the army, and by the way, I rushed back after arranging everything." Mommer walked to the bench and sat down, and said with a solemn expression: "And those mutinous officers committed suicide en masse before our interrogation. ”

"Dead style, looks like we're in trouble." Casal said with a blank expression.

"Trouble is trouble, the important thing is whether we can find out the clues about who is behind the scenes tonight." Mommer said in a deep voice.

"What if I can't find out?" Casal thought of the worst.

"Huh! Do you think the higher-ups will let this group of clowns do whatever they want? Momer's eyes narrowed into invisible slits and said, "Just now, Lord Bishop inadvertently revealed a piece of information to me, and it seems that the people of the Inquisition have begun to take action. (To be continued.) )