After the auction in the imperial capital, Duchamp did not share the income of the auction, and told the baron to hurry up and buy the magic crystal and implement the fish farming plan.

Goethe wanted to accompany the baron back to Pvenis, and by the way report to Lao Tzu about the auction. After saying goodbye to them, Duchamp did not return to Ruray, but rushed to the central station and bought a ticket to Crossbell.

On the train, he closed his eyes and pondered, planning something else. According to his agreement with Cassius, the two will meet in early March to listen to the high-level information that Cassius has inquired about, and further exchange information.

The information in Duchamp's hand was not very useful, and he combined this information, hoping to find some clues from it.

"Don't push my brother into a hurry, kidnap the speaker or something, my brother will kill people without blinking." He grimaced viciously at himself reflected in the window.

After leaving Chase, Duchamp practiced all day, slowly growing in strength, and as time went on, he continued to grow taller. Duchamp cherishes this last opportunity to grow taller, and takes tonic every day, estimating that if he continues to exercise like this, in about half a year, he will be able to reach the strength of level 50 of the system evaluation and impact the martial realm. At this critical juncture, every increase in strength can increase a point of security.

After coming to Crossbell, for many days, he stayed and sightseeing around the entertainment street, the aristocratic district, the bay area, and the administrative district like an ordinary tourist, expecting to meet the speaker unexpectedly.

Halfway through, he also went to the casino to try a few tricks, with his unforgettable skills and amazing five senses, he won a few thousand meters, and the people in the casino were familiar, and by the way, he had a further understanding of Cross Bell.

According to the understanding of the past few days, the supreme administrator of Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture is the mayor of Crossbell, and Mr. Henry McDowell is now serving as mayor for the second time, and his political leaning is neutral.

Hartman, on the other hand, was the first speaker of the Parliament, coming from a well-known local political family, and was the head of the parliament in favor of the Erebonian Empire in the political faction. In addition, there is a faction that is in opposition to Mr. Hartmann, known as the Republicans, which is politically inclined to the Republic of Calvard. Cross Bell's politics was consumed in the tug-of-war between the two factions.

"Hmph, Speaker Hartman, lewd old man, we have a settlement between us." Looking at the Speaker who was surrounded by everyone in the middle, Duchamp was on the corner of the street, holding a white paper, and viciously made a decapitation gesture to someone's lower body.

In the past few days, he went to the health resort of Mishuram in Crossbell, and squandered a lot of money under the guise of a large amount of money, and finally found out the location of the large castle of Speaker Hartmann, which turned out to be at the back of the villa area of Mishuram, and occupied a large body of water.

He also used to squat at the gate of the castle, but there was a long private pier to enter the castle, which was guarded by bodyguards and wolfdogs day and night. In addition, every time the speaker goes home, he never falls short, and there are always many masters around him. After several hesitations, Duchamp finally gave up on the seductive idea of infiltrating or kidnapping tickets, and returned to the city in despair.

After disembarking at the pier, Duchamp took another look at the Jizo Bodhisattva statue on East Street, and this time, he saw half of the enshrined fish, which had been sliced cleanly. Today is March 12th, and the Juggernaut has finally arrived. Duchamp breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his hand, and in a hidden posture, took out the three sticks of fine incense that had been prepared from his pocket, put them on, and left.

Cassius settled in the guerrilla association not far from the statue of the Bodhisattva, and at this time, on the second floor of the association, several guerrillas were gathered, listening intently to the information that Cassius had brought from the Republic.

"Based on anonymous information, I have gone to the branches of the guerrilla associations in Altaïr, Kasley, Livon, etc., in Calvard, and the situation may be very tricky. In the north-central part of Calvard, since July last year, it seems that criminals have no scruples about arson, looting, and murder in the daytime, and such things have appeared in the capital of a country. Now that Calvard's politics are in shambles, with lawmakers on all sides blaming the government for inaction, it seems that the incumbent president has had a very difficult time. ”

After a moment's pause, Cassius asked another question: "But it's strange that Crossbell is very quiet. It has to be said that it is an incredible contrast, especially in Altair, which is only an hour's drive from the local area. Have you heard any rumors or anything like that? ”

"What happened on the side of the republic, could it be a political conspiracy? From what we have learned, the incumbent president has been hit hard by this. If so, it is understandable why foreign countries are not involved. "Guerrilla Michel, presented his opinion.

Cassius took out the card: "This is an occasional piece of information, and it has been determined that it is related to a mysterious religious organization, and this organization, most likely related to these chain of events, I don't know if you have seen it." ”

The guerrillas took the cards, looked at them carefully, and felt that they seemed to have some impressions: "Speaking of which, some cultural relics can occasionally be seen in the local area, although they are inconsistent with the shape of this pattern, but there is an indescribable sense of harmony in style, and they seem to be cultural products of the same era." ”

"Oh!" Cassius suddenly came to his senses, and he encouraged: "Think carefully, where have you seen it. ”

"Some remnants of the wilderness, in the city's library, but there is no relevant record." The well-informed guerrilla Baker gave the answer, but it was of little reference value.

Late at night, Cassius walked out of the guerrilla association, walked half a block, and glanced at the statue of the Bodhisattva at the entrance of the east street, and he was pleased to see that there were already three more incense sticks on the fish.

At noon on the second day, Cassius walked into the Longlao Hotel on time, and at this time, the hotel was full. Cassius glanced inside the lobby restaurant, which had only one hall for dinner, and there was no mysterious young man in it, and there were no empty tables. He was thinking about a coping strategy, when he suddenly heard someone shouting impatiently at the entrance of the corridor on the other side of the guest room: "Boss, let the food delivered to the local number, when will it be good, I've been waiting for a long time!" ”

The boss hurriedly said good words and urged the chef a few more words. The young man turned impatiently and went back to his room.

That young man actually lives here. Cassius was stunned, and he walked through the passage of the guest room towards the ground room. The door of the room was ajar, and Cassius looked inside, where the young man was sitting comfortably at the table, looking at him.

"Please close the door." Duchamp said.

(This chapter was written 4000 words, I think it's a bit long, divided into two chapters, and sent together,)