"What, my son was kidnapped on the road?" Duke Saberlin's face was pale and his body was shaky, since the disappearance of her eldest son, the younger son had become her only spiritual sustenance, if something happened, then how could she still have the courage to live?

"My lord, please save my child. The duchess barely maintained her figure, she knelt down in front of Luo Lan, tears could not help but ooze from her eyes, at this moment she very much hoped that this was just arranged by the bishop, so that her son was not in any danger, but if it was someone else, she really didn't dare to imagine it.

Luo Lan looked at her, pondered for a while, and comforted her with kind words: "You don't have to be too sad, go and rest first, since it's just a hijacking, not an assassination, then your son is not in danger for the time being, maybe it's just an ordinary accident, you go back and wait first, if there is any news, I will send someone to tell you in time." ”

"Yes, sir. Although this reason seems unlikely, there are too many rich people in the center of the Holy See, and if it is just an ordinary hijacking, it will not be her turn, but the Duchess would rather believe that it is true at this time, even if there is a 1 in 10,000 hope, she is willing to exchange all her property for her son's life.

Seeing the Duchess retreat in despair, and almost tripped several times due to panic, Luo Lan sighed, but a sharp edge flashed in his eyes, and Al Verde, who was next to him, suddenly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him, although the Lord Bishop was still sitting there, but he felt that this hall was full of unsheathed blades. It seems that if you move one step, your skin will be cut, cut, and bleed.

"What kind of person is the hijacker, do you see clearly?"

Luo Lan looked at the Templar swordsman captain who had come to pay his respects, although his gaze had become as flat as usual at the moment. But the Templar swordsman captain felt that the power behind it seemed heavier and heavier. Cold sweat began to break out on his head, and he knelt on the ground and said tremblingly, "Back to the Bishop, it seems that it is a man wearing a golden mask. ”

"Golden Mask?" Alveret was stunned for a moment, remembering that Charlemagne seemed to be wearing a golden mask that day, and frowned. "Like, what's the matter with you?" Talking so unsure?"

The Templar captain lowered his head. Said: "Because, this ...... That person started with the hijacking. He has been walking in the air, but there is not the slightest fluctuation of magic elements on his body. ”

Alfred wondered, "Walking in the air, are you sure?" since there is no magic element. Then this person is not a magician, is it with the help of some props?"

"Yes. We saw him stepping on the air as if he were stepping on steps, and we had no time to intercept him, so we could only watch him take people away. The Templar Captain's tone was filled with helplessness.

Alfred's brow furrowed even deeper, and he said, "Why, can't the tower intercept him?" "My lord," the Templar swordsman said with a wry smile, "the tower ground attack would not work at all against such a nimble man, and this man walked on the walls of the building all the way in an unbelievable way, and all the barriers seemed to be flat in front of him, and just went out of the walls. ”

Luo Lan slowly got up from the seat and said lightly: "I know, you all stand down, remember not to spread this matter everywhere, do you understand?"

Alfred's and the Templar captain looked at each other and said, "Yes, my lord. The two men bowed half-kneeling, then walked backwards out of the hall.

Luo Lan sat for a while, and slowly spoke: "Come out, they are all gone, tell me, what do you think?"

Mehams walked out from behind the pillar, with a thoughtful expression, he thought for a while, and said: "My lord, since that golden ground mask originally appeared on Charlemagne, and now it appears on this mysterious person, if it is only a single one, it may be accidental, but these two things are connected, which reminds me of a mysterious organization called Masquerade." ”

As the person in charge of the Doomsday Guild Division, his own strength does not have to be too strong, and those things will naturally be dealt with by subordinates, but he must have a cool head, rich experience and extraordinary insight, and Mehamus obviously belongs to this kind of person.

"Masquerade?" Luo Lan recalled, not having any memory of this organization in his mind.

"I only knew a little about this organization when I was doing business when I was younger," Mehams explained, "and it is an improvised group of powerful merchants in the name of a party, and every few years they invite some merchants and nobles from the continent who they deem qualified to come to a banquet, and the mask is the only evidence. If the mask fell into the hands of someone else during this period, the mask would not bother with it, and it was said that even the poor would get rich overnight, and it was very attractive to the merchants. I've heard that the number of participants varies from one time to another due to the spread of the masks, but I think they should have regular members and organizations. ”

"Merchant?Mask?" Luo Lan smiled coldly and said, "No wonder Charlemagne was recognized by Black Widow so easily, it seems that she still has some things to hide from us." ”

Mehamus said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency, please rest assured, since the last incident happened, I have already covered the area around the Church City, and it is not difficult to find clues for such a conspicuous person. ”

Luo Lan shook his head slowly, and said, "These people actually take the risk of offending the Holy See and the Monks' Council to do these seemingly meaningless things, if they are not very confident in their own strength, then they think that the benefits they can obtain by doing things have reached the point where they are desperate. ”

Mehamus muttered, "My lord, I have thought of a possible ......"

"Tell me about it. ”

"The two abductees, one a poor girl and the other a high nobleman, had no connection with each other at all, and if there was anything in common, they were both young. I think so, maybe their goals are not aimed at us, but because these two goals are related to us, we have a deviation in our thinking, on this continent. With the exception of the Council of the Dead, there was no organization that could compete with the Monks' Order. ”

Luo Lan pondered for a while. With a sigh, he said, "You may have a little truth in it, but I do think it's been overlooked." He stretched out his finger and said, "Have you ever thought about it, Charlemagne and this person have one thing in common." That is, they don't seem to care about offending the Monks' Society. Dare to act blatantly. I'm afraid that the members of the Council of the Dead would think twice before doing this, and they did it without hesitation. That is to say, they were fully mentally prepared before that, if further inferences. Assuming that the plan they hatched was originally intended to be against the Monks, would it be more reasonable to explain their unscrupulous behavior?"

Mehams's eyes widened slightly. He looked down for a moment, then raised his head and squinted, "My lord, maybe the truth is as you deduced." ”

Luo Lan leaned back and smiled: "What the truth is, we can only wait and see, just keep an eye on it." He raised his head and looked up to the dome mural above the hall, above the gods, the god of light reigned over the world, his face and body were hidden in a cloud of light, the gods were prostrate and half-kneeling, the main and secondary figures expanded in all directions, full of tension and conquering spirit, he smiled and nodded: "Generous." ”

In front of a farmhouse not far outside the city, a warehouse of golden rice and straw huts was piled up, and an old man with white hair was sitting in the doorway with his head hanging down, weaving something.

"Mr. Maxim, Mr. Zeresi is here. The man in the golden robe was brought to the old man by a young man.

The old man raised his head slowly, and his face was wearing a ground mask that shimmered with a brilliant luster, which looked as luxurious and hard as a diamond.

The young man glanced at the golden-masked robed man and said flatteringly, "If you had done it earlier, Mr. Zerecy, maybe the matter would have been done." ”

The robed man shook his head, snorted, and said, "But at the cost of us being exposed to the world, I guess it will be difficult for us to do our actions without attracting the attention of the monks. ”

The old man didn't stand up, with a calm look, and said slowly: "It's okay, the Monks' Council is now busy selecting a new monk, it used to be a very smooth thing, but this time due to the strength of the Holy See, there are many variables, so we don't have too much thought to care about us, we can concentrate on doing what we should do." ”

The robed man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Since it was Maxim who said it, then there must be no question about it," he shrugged his shoulders and smiled with great ease: "Haha, plus this young man, we already have four people in our hands, and thousands of years of fate are about to be broken." ”

The old man shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Among the remaining three people, one of them, Tastiem, is rushing over, he should have no problem doing things," the old man stood up, looked into the distance, and said: "The key is the last two people, it is not so easy to solve, this time we can say that we are trying our best to do our best." ”

"I heard that one of them is the current chief monk, known as the spear knight of the Knight Alliance's number one spear knight, Mayvis?, and the other is her new disciple?" the robed man pursed his lips and said, "Although the strength of the chief monk is very strong, but as long as we arrange it properly, we don't need other people to interfere at all, I really don't understand why we want to use such a great force, and actually unite with the selfish guys of the Council of the Dead?"

"If it's just a chief monk, it's not impossible for us to sacrifice some manpower, but the problem is," the old man's voice was unusually solemn, "Now Mavis is taking her disciples to cultivate in the Angry Thunder Cliff. ”

"Angry Thunder Cliff?" The robed man was stunned for a moment, then showed a shocked look in his eyes, and said in a lost voice: "Angry Thunder Cliff?"

It could be heard that his voice had changed tone, and he suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry, and said with difficulty: "The head of the regiment has never said that he wants to mess with that person......

"But there's no way around it. The old man smiled bitterly and nodded: "Mayvis is this person's disciple, to break the shackles of fate, this is a hurdle that we can't avoid." ”

Maxim walked back and forth a few times irritably, shook his head and said: "It's troublesome, it's troublesome, unless the regiment commander personally makes a move, there is no chance of winning, but ......" He said helplessly: "At this time, how can the regiment commander leave?"

"So we have to rely on the power of the Council of the Dead, and as unreliable as they are, we have to do that against that man. The old man snorted, and threw the woven thing in his hand on the ground, which was a magic beetle woven of straw, and as soon as it touched the ground, it crawled all over the ground like life, making a rustling sound.