"This ...... Is this the City Hall of Otis?", a dusty postman appeared outside the City Hall of Otis with a twisted bicycle, his clothes worn out in some places and a thick layer of putty on them. His hair looked like it hadn't been repaired in a long time, and he didn't know where to find a straw pole and tied it together.

It was already the middle of December, and the weather in the north was much colder than in the south, and he was shivering with cold, and his lips were showing a little blue and purple.

Looking at this guy who seemed to be able to play with eggs anytime and anywhere, several passers-by bypassed him and walked away, they didn't want to cause any trouble. Instead, two young tourists who came to visit told the postman that this was the city hall of Otis.

Soon, Durin told the doorman that a postman had brought him something and that he would hand it over to him, and asked him to come down and take a look, or if he should just leave it in the sentry box.

It was only then that Durin remembered a conversation with Mr. Kersma on the phone last month, and Mr. Kerma said that something had been taught to the postman, but he didn't expect to come now. He furrowed his eyebrows and told the doorman that he was going down, the Empire's postal system was really rotten. What can be delivered in a few days, it dragged on for a month, and Du Lin was a little angry in his heart.

But when he saw the postman, all his displeasure vanished, for this postman, whom he knew, was the only postman in Alfalfa Town, whom he called "Mr. Racing" as a child, because Mr. Racer said he could ride a bicycle faster than a car. It was only when he grew up that Doolin called him by his real name, Mr. Secy.

"Uncle Ceci...... Why are you here?", Durin immediately greeted him, and while having two thicker clothes and hot water bring him, he invited Mr. Secy into a small reception room on the first floor. After getting Ceci dressed and giving him a cup of hot water in his hand, his look that looked like he was about to finish finally eased.

"Is there anything you can call me ......", Durin could not finish his sentence when he saw a box, which was probably the only thing in his car that had been preserved, and it must have been the one that Mr. Kersma had spoken of. Durin couldn't help but laugh, "If it's just to deliver something, you can deliver it to the post office over there at Turnier, why did you deliver it yourself?"

Secy smiled a little innocently, "Because when Mr. Kersma delivered the things to me, he told me that I must hand them over to you personally, and this matter is very important to me, so I came here in person." He looked back through the window at the bicycle at the edge of the square that wasn't even worth repairing, "If I hadn't fallen on the night walk on the Ringu side, I should have been able to come over a few days earlier." ”

When he looked back at the bicycle, Doolin, who was sitting across from him, also saw the bicycle, and he thought that Mr. Seci had something wrong with his brain, but he understood in an instant.

Sisi has no problem, what he has is a "mission".

How many followers and companions Mr. Kersma had in Alfalfa Town, Durin didn't know, now it seemed that Keener's father Layton was obviously one, the always drunk sheriff was one, could there be anyone else? Perhaps Mr. Sesi in front of him was one of them, so he habitually obeyed every request of Mr. Kersma, even if it seemed a bit ...... to Durin Stupid.

Although this is a very stupid thing, for the sake of Mr. Kersma's "hand over to him", Mr. Sisi rode his bicycle from the southwestern border line of the empire to the hinterland of the empire, and this kind of dedication and spirit is indeed respectable.

Sisi, who used to be the child of a slave of a wealthy merchant, was later rescued by Mr. Kersma, and has been helping Mr. Kersma deliver provocative "ultimatums", and he has always been able to complete the task well. On one occasion, Sisi was caught delivering a letter on behalf of the organization, but the nobles, seeing that he was dressed as a postman, thought that he might just be an innocent man, and temporarily imprisoned him.

Miraculously, he escaped, then stole the letter from the local lord's study and put it on the table in the living room before leaving the city.

He is a very serious person and a person who can be trusted.

"Do you know how to drive?", Durin asked as he watched Secy place the box from his hand to his own in a very ceremonial manner.

Secy nodded, "Yes, as long as it's transportation, I'll do a little bit of it." ”

It can be seen that what he said is a little modest, after all, it is not just a little simple to be able to ride a bicycle for nearly a thousand kilometers and come to Otis City alive.

"I have a spare car here, you can help me give it to Mason, he needs this now. As soon as Durin finished speaking, Cesi stood up, looking ready to set off immediately, Durin immediately grabbed his arm, "You rest for a few days first, go around here and play, and go back in a few days, don't worry." ”

After asking Dove to arrange a place for Ceci to stay next to his villa, Durin took what Mr. Kersma had given him back to his study and closed the door.

Seeing Durin's rare seriousness, Dover immediately leaned over, and Doolin looked at him, and he looked at Doolin too.

"You open the box......", Durin gestured to the canvas-wrapped box.

Dover immediately turned around and went to find the knife that cut the envelope, and tried it, but could not cut it. Canvas is not paper, it is not only difficult to cut, but also has a certain waterproof function. Seeing that Dover had been searching for a long time without finding a sharp knife, Durin pointed to his finger and gestured.

He suddenly came to his senses, and his palm swiped on the box, and the canvas jacket suddenly cracked. Durin took out a wooden box, and when he opened the lid, it was filled with white cotton, which was supposed to be a fragile item, at least that's what Durin thought. His hand scratched at it, touched something cold, and slowly took it out to realize that it was a white mask.

The lines of the mask are a bit grotesque, giving the impression that there is a hint of madness hidden in the funny. The center of the mask's eyebrows has a dark red pattern, with a semicircle, the circle is facing upwards, and there are nine red dots above the semicircle, like the sun that has just peeked out half of its face from the sea level.

Durin immediately understood that this was Mr. Kersma's mask, the mask of the Scarlet Dawn. He handed the mask to Du Buddha and glanced at the box, which contained a letter. Mr. Letterriksma not only choreographed a "play" for Doolin, but also wrote some lines that he seemed a little ashamed to speak. With his current emotional intelligence and experience, how could he not see that Mr. Kersma wanted to borrow his hand...... Durin couldn't find the right word to describe the word he was going to say for a while, pretending to be forced.

Mr. Kersma was not accustomed to seeing such a treacherous philistine as Memnon and showing off to him after he became a master—he said so in his letter, but in fact Mennon did not have any ostentatious elements in contacting Mr. Kersma, but was a little frightened. After that ambush, Mr. Kersma was depressed for a while, and then immediately after the New Party overthrew the rule of the nobility, Mr. Kersma disbanded Scarlet Dawn.

But Memnon brought the group together and became the leader of it. These people used to be Mr. Kersma's subordinates, and although he took matters into his own hands and took charge of this group of people, it felt a little worse in terms of reason. So he wrote a letter to Mr. Kersma, to show his respect, and to tell him about it.

In Mr. Kersma's opinion, this is a show-off, a shameless show-off, plus he also plans to kidnap Mr. Kersma Jr., so he has been drawn a huge ×× in Mr. Kersma's heart.

He asks Durin to wear this mask the moment before he kills Memnon, and then utters a dialogue that Doolin finds embarrassing - the sun always rises, and tonight, use your blood to kick off the dawn!

This sentence is probably good if it is put on a stage play, but you have to wear such a mask to say it...... It always feels a little awkward.

"Is this an antique?", Du Buddha carefully examined the mask in his hand over and over again, and weighed it, a little weighty.

Durin took the mask back and put it on his face, looking out through the hole in his eyes is actually a little different from looking at it directly, the production process of this thing is not simple!

He quickly took off the mask, put it back in the box and locked the safe, "It can be said to be an antique, or it can be said to be an era, I believe many people will be interested in it! ”

Scarlet Dawn killed many nobles in those years, and these nobles also had friends and relatives. The nobles of the past are still nobles, and the times seem to have progressed, but nothing seems to have changed! They may or may not avenge their loved ones, but it's always a problem, isn't it?

Less than one hundred and twenty kilometers from Doolin, Amp put the token back in his bag, took off his gloves and wrote something down in the notebook next to him. After his careful inspection, all the tokens found at the scene of the crime were counterfeit, and they looked no different from the tokens circulating in Otis City, but there were still slight changes, and more importantly, their composition was completely different.

This just explains why they died, because they violated Doolin's interests, and how could a person like Doolin be like a poisonous snake let them go.

Amp had already verified this for himself, and since the Turnier Gold Heist, all the sins of Dohrin, and the people who intended or had harmed him, have become history.

This group was no exception, and they became the new pendant on the wall of the Order of Doolin.