"It seems that you are very clear-headed, the people here are well-dressed on the surface, but in fact they are just outcasts of various forces. Vincent looked at Kemor with some sympathy and said. In the days he had been protecting Kemor, he had discovered that this woman was not as powerful in the business alliance as she seemed, and all kinds of intrigues and traps were always circling her. The leaders of the Business Alliance couldn't wait for her to die immediately, and if it weren't for Kemor's wise hiring of Vincent, I'm afraid those people's plot would have succeeded long ago.

"Hehe, can you not be so blunt?" said Kemor, grumbling with an ugly smile.

"It may be uncomfortable for you to listen to it, but that's the reality," Vincent said with a straight face.

"I don't think so, do you? You don't think the Assassins have even given up on Check, do you?"

"Hmm, are you really sure it's Check himself?" Vincent asked with a smile as he glanced at Check, who was wrapped in a cloak around the cruise ship.

"What? is that an impostor?" said Kemor.

"I don't know. I don't know him well. Vincent shrugged and spread his hands: "I'm just warning you that it's possible." ”

Ever since Check got on the ship, he had been silently huddled in that corner, not communicating with anyone, and no one else had much interest in provoking a murderous assassin without blinking, so naturally no one questioned his identity.

"And what about Cardinal Swell? I didn't expect him to be here. Kemor sighed. At this time, Swell was wearing a very formal cardinal archbishop attire, standing on the highest platform of the cruise ship with a serious face, and he had the feeling of looking down on all beings.

"Could it be that in your heart, the branch of the Holy See will go down to sabotage this celebration? Since there is no ghost in your heart, you will naturally appear here calmly. Vincent glanced at the high-flying Swell, and retorted to Kemor, secretly suspicious in his heart, the presence of Swell here always made him feel that something was wrong.

"But he's been in this position since he got on the boat, pretending to be like he's the Lord of Light, isn't he tired?" Kemorle pouted sarcastically, knowing that Swell and Vincent didn't deal with each other, and that they could barely keep their faces afloat, so she made no secret of her contempt for Swell.

"In a sense, His Majesty Swell is indeed the spokesman of the Lord of Light here. Vincent corrected earnestly.

"Please, can you not be so boring?" Kemorle rolled his eyes, Vincent was fine everywhere, but he was too serious.

"But this time the military actually came forward to receive you in person with Chief of Staff Douglas, which is a bit unexpected to me. Vincent didn't say much, but pointed to the Marquis Douglas in the center of the hall.

To tell the truth, Marquis Douglas's performance last night impressed everyone, and the Marquis changed the impression of being serious and stereotyped in the past, and talked and laughed at the reception, quite a bit of a diplomat.

"Hmph~ Douglas, the old fox, has spared no effort to support his son's ascendancy. This celebration was supposed to be presided over by him himself, but he asked his son Norman, the captain of the Sea Dragon Legion, to preside over it on the grounds that the protagonist was the Imperial Navy, hum~" Kemor said contemptuously.

In fact, not only her, but almost everyone who knew the details of Normandy was quite disdainful of Marquis Douglas's obvious abuse of power for personal gain. The most surprising thing is that His Majesty the Emperor has taken a tacit attitude towards this, is it true that the rumors are true? Rey III has already become suspicious of Marshal Sebastin's absence from the imperial capital for a long time, so he will support the Douglas family to fight against him?

"Either way, this also shows the importance that the Imperial Military Department attaches to you outcasts. Vincent's pertinent answer drew a strange look from Kemor, who rarely called them outcasts so meanly.

"Miss Kemor, after the celebration begins, please do not leave my side in any way, or I am afraid that I will not be able to guarantee your safety in the event of any accident. Vincent sensed Kemor's eyes and solemnly admonished.

"Don't be so horrible, as if something is going to happen!" Kemorle was not as nervous as Vincent. Almost everyone believed that the celebration might not be so harmonious, but Kemor felt that it would be some scabies at best, and that there would be no earth-shattering commotion. Are those blind guys really vegetarians when the Imperial Military Department is in charge, not to mention that there is also the Lost Sword Saint Ophelas in charge.

"Kemor, the world of the strong is not something you can understand. If nothing else, don't you think the thick fog around you that hasn't cleared for a long time is very suspicious?" Vincent reminded casually. During the whole night of drinking party, he did not drink a drop of wine, but always maintained a high degree of vigilance.

"Even if it's suspicious, what can I do as a weak woman? With you, the former head of the Knight of Light, you should be able to protect me, right?" Since the rebellion in St. Jessica's Cathedral the day before yesterday, she accidentally revealed her true feelings in order to prevent Vincent from rushing back to the Holy See branch, and the relationship between the two has been a little inexplicably awkward, and it is not until this time that it gradually returns to normal.

"You're looking too highly of me. In the Imperial Capital, my strength is far from being the top, and if you provoke the Lost Sword Saint, I'm afraid I won't be able to do anything. Vincent warned secretly. After all this time together, he found that Kemor was sometimes very crazy, and Vincent would not be surprised if she was hot-headed to provoke a powerhouse of Opiras's level.

"I see. From now on, I will act quietly as a spectator, and will never provoke right and wrong. Seeing that Vincent was serious, Kemor hurriedly reassured.

"I hope you do what you say. Vincent gave Kemor a deep look, and even Kemor herself was afraid that she could not guarantee how much credibility her promise had.

"Let me show you my ladylike demeanor~" Kemor smiled at Vincent.

"Did I hear me right? Miss Camore, the famous lady who is known as the 'Rose of the Imperial Capital', still has a ladylike side?" a lewd voice suddenly interjected, causing Vincent to frown deeply.

It was Rothspear, the big fat man who appeared here on behalf of the Royal Apothecary Society, who was now gnawing on a huge demon pig's elbow with greasy hands, spitting saliva unscrupulously.

Vincent had noticed his approach a long time ago, but he didn't expect Rospear to be so tasteless, and it was so tasteless to blatantly eavesdrop on them!

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