Livingston stopped.

He turned his head to look at Truman, who walked out of the crowd.

Previously, Truman's voice contained extraordinary energy fluctuations, as an extraordinary person, Livingston naturally had a sense, which was also the reason why he stopped, he wanted to hear what the other party wanted to say.

Just the secretary of the town hall, even if there is Baron van Gaal Philippe, one of the heirs of the Duke of Orleans, if the other party is just an ordinary person, Livingston will not bother with him, after all, in the eyes of the transcendental, ordinary people are not the same kind as them, even if they are all from ordinary people, even if the laws and regulations do not separate the two.

Like Livingston, Johnny stopped and didn't follow the two men's previous plan.

Because I don't know what the situation is inside the small building, however, the extraordinary energy fluctuations that broke out some time ago are very violent, and it is very likely that the extraordinary person is still in the small building, and the police will not be useful, there is no need to let them take the first step, after all, these are patrol officers composed of ordinary people, not a special team with magic stones and guns and knights, and they are not even qualified to be cannon fodder.

The incident happened suddenly, and although the Einsatzgruppen had already received the order to rush here, the daylily would be cold if they arrived.

There are things that can't wait.

However, it is still okay to wait for Truman to say a few words.

After all, the other party is not only an extraordinary, but also the secretary of the town hall, behind which there is Van Gaal Philippe, although this is the south, Livingston is also a native of Reims, but he has also heard of the famous name of the Duke of Orleans, in the Reims Empire, the Philip family is a big family that can enter the top ten nobles, and even, overpowering the Duke of Swanstein Castle.

The foundation of the Leslie family is in Reims, in the south of the French Empire, in the central court, and in the northern imperial capital, the name is actually not loud, if it is not for the huge strength, it is the object of ridicule in the eyes of the northerners.

The people there generally referred to the southern aristocracy as the provincial aristocracy.

"Your Excellency Livingston, can you wait a moment before making a decision?"

Truman took off his top hat and smiled at Livingston, his eyes clear.

As Van Gaal Philippe's personal secretary, he can be regarded as a confidant, and he is a first-order transcendent himself, Truman naturally has a certain understanding of the affairs of Reims City, and Iris is also the top priority.

Iris is an institution directly under the royal family, and it can be regarded as the direct jurisdiction of the central court, in this regard, in fact, it has the same position as Van Gaal Philippe, and it stands to reason that the two should be more united.

In fact, the two are alienated.

This is because the local power of the Iris branch in Reims City is very strong, although now Albert Estein has been hit hard, and the head of the branch has been replaced by Lord Fontaine from the imperial capital, but the relationship between the big man behind Lord Fontaine and the Philip family is actually not harmonious, and in a short period of time, it is difficult for the two to form an alliance, and they need to run in for a while.

Truman is in charge of the transcendent by Van Gaal's side, and iris is his scope of work.

In this way, he also had a certain understanding of the transcendent beings in the Iris Orchid Branch, and he knew Livingston's name, and after he said this, he smiled and nodded to Johnny on the side.

"Good night, Lord Johnny!"

Livingston frowned, no smile on his face.

"Why?"

He was direct, and his tone was fiery.

Being able to stop and listen to the other party is already a face, but he doesn't like trouble, he doesn't like accidents, and Truman's appearance can be regarded as an accident he didn't expect.

This shows that things have become complicated.

Then, he also has to listen to the reason why the other party called him stop.

If Truman just uses some inconsistency reasons to delay, then he will never be fooled, he will not give the other party any face, and he will definitely act separately from Johnny according to the pre-plan.

He has his duties.

Livingston's eyes were very sharp, and Truman felt the other party's attitude.

He suppressed his smile and stopped trying to play tricks, but decided to get straight to the point.

"In the small building, there is my adult's daughter, Miss Christy Philip, who was captured by thieves not long ago, and Miss's guards followed and killed those thieves to a fine ......"

He paused, smiled, and continued.

"You know, Miss's guards are the same kind of people as us, and their style is inevitably a little rougher!"

Livingston snorted coldly and smiled the same.

He didn't believe much in Truman's rhetoric.

"Your Excellency Truman, I deeply regret what happened to your young lady......"

Speaking of this, he bowed his head slightly, put the top hat on his chest, and greeted Truman, who put away his smile and also put the hand holding the top hat on his chest, and returned a courtesy.

"But ......"

Livingston looked up, his expression resolute.

"As a member of Iris, I have my duty, not to let the transcendent act arbitrarily, not to let the transcendent energy overflow, this is the responsibility of the Iris, and there are orders from above, so, I must do my job!"

With that, Livingston nodded to Johnny.

Meaning to go their separate ways as planned, Johnny hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

Johnny is Lord Fontaine's confidant, a member of the Iris Division's outsiders, and has little friendship with Livingston, a native of Livingston, but so far, the leader of the team is Livingston, so he can only do what he is told.

The original plan was for Livingston to break through head-on, but he went around to the rear, because he had the talent to turn the wind and break through walls silently, so his mission was to infiltrate from the rear.

The expression on Truman's face didn't change, he just smiled.

"My lord, why are you in such a hurry?"

He raised his hand.

Livingston's pupils contracted slightly, and he took a half-step back.

"What do you mean by that?"

Seeing that Livingston was nervous, and there were energy fluctuations in the air, Truman took two steps back, opened the distance, raised his hands, and made a gesture of surrender, still with a smile on his face.

"Don't be nervous, sir......"

Then, he lowered his left hand and looked at the watch he was wearing on his wrist.

"Your Excellency, please wait for two minutes, there will be an order from above......"

Livingston squinted and didn't speak, his feet didn't move away as if they were glued to the ground, that is, he listened to Truman's words, and he didn't act recklessly for the sake of face or anything like that.

"Two minutes?"

He looked at Johnny.

"Two minutes, I'll give you two minutes, and ...... in two minutes"

Johnny spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression.

"Yes, two minutes, as soon as the time passes, what the adults want to do, the contemptible person has nothing to say!"

......

At the same time, Ryan descended the stairs and walked down the hallway towards the gate.

During this time period, whether it is the foyer or the corridor, it was originally a black light blind fire, in order to save magic stone energy, and now, those lights are still lit, and the lights are bright all the way.

In the foyer, there were already people waiting.

The blond young man Macron was standing in the doorway, and his companions were standing around him, watching Ryan coming, and all eyes fell on his face, and the expressions contained in those eyes were different, but they all had a sense of oppression.

On the other side, Anthony, the gatekeeper who knocked on the door of the crowd and woke them up, was now holding on to the half-open door, bowing slightly to Ryan.

The two of them had a mission together, and he knew about Ryan, and he didn't dare to underestimate it in the slightest, which was a ruthless character who was taken away by the Templar as a heretic suspect and then returned intact.

Even if Anthony has been weathered and has a lot of experience, even if he is a knight with a lot of lives in his hands, he can only treat Ryan with courtesy, even if he can't have deep friendships, he must not offend.

Behind Ryan, there were footsteps.

Such heavy footsteps must have been Milo Dravich, a man who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and was already as strong as a giant bear.

In addition to this, there was a man in the foyer.

This person, Ryan didn't know, was meeting for the first time.

It was a middle-aged gentleman, and in this case, he was wearing a black tuxedo, and most of the similar tuxedos were worn when banquets were held, at least, it was not popular in the French Empire, and it was said that at the court banquets in Imperial Dublin, those gentlemen who attended were often dressed in gorgeous clothes, with exotic styles and gorgeous colors.

Black tuxedos like this are only liked by the old-fashioned guys on the island.

Yes, a black tuxedo is a must-have for a British gentleman.

"Hello Ryan, this is the first time we have met, my name is Milton, you can also call me a gentleman......"

The self-proclaimed gentleman Milton, with an irreproachable smile on his face, stood there politely and straight, like an aspen tree growing on the edge of the Amur Desert.

Ryan hurriedly stopped and took off his hat to salute the other party.

His manners were equally standard and beyond reproach.

After Ryan saluted, Milton took off the black silk top hat he was wearing on his head, but instead of putting it on his chest like Ryan, he opened it slightly to the side, and he also nodded slightly, nodding much shallower, this is a return gift from the superior to the inferior, and the degree is just right.

After that, Milo Dravic and Martí Esmeralda walked out one after the other, and then exchanged salutes.

"Everyone is together, let's go......"

Milton nodded to Anthony.

"Yes, sir!"

Anthony nodded in answer and pulled the door open.

Macron, on one side, bowed slightly, waiting for Milton to be the first to walk out.

At that moment, a voice sounded in the air above the foyer, an old voice, and the owner of the voice was none other than Albert Estin.

"Mission Cancelled!"

There were only four words, but everyone heard them clearly.

"Ryan Charles, come in!"

After a pause, another voice rang out.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Ryan, who looked dazed, blinked, and smiled wryly.