Frion pondered the wax seal, the Zelli emblem, a letter that he always thought was strange.

The near-perfect forgery, almost deceived his eyes, except that his esteemed wife would not write like this.

So he became suspicious.

Flione sniffed the ink on the paper, and even the aroma of the ink was so similar.

He gently pinched the corner of the letter with his fingernails, and the core of the letter was yellow.

Sure enough, after Roman's wrench disappeared, many things became intriguing, and Frieon looked at the letter from the mysterious "Mira" repeatedly.

The comers are not good.

He put the letters away and laid them on a silver tray, and sometimes the hunter would be more adept at solving such troublesome problems.

Frieon knew that the Three-Legged Goat's Alliance Guild had a guild that specialized in replicating goats.

He had heard that the portrait of the matriarch of the Malicans family was a representation of the success of the fake.

A lot of things Flion had heard about the Hunters because their abilities had the same roots as the Mage's sorcery but took on a very different form.

"I want to know where this letter came from."

Frieon pushed the tray across the table, and a young man picked up the letter and began to examine it expertly.

He is not a master copycat under the goat, he is another capable hunter under the goat.

Recently, the contact between the Buda family and the three-legged goat has become frequent, and the red moon is approaching, and the power in the darkness is beginning to revival.

"Not our people."

Siinz read the letter and asserted.

That group of people doesn't make a single low-level mistake, so it's not the goat's handiwork.

Siinz rubbed the texture of the paper, Siinn was a confidant of Barcellus, and the hunters tacitly agreed that he was the future successor of the three-legged goat.

Due to the approaching red moon, Barcelus left Si Inn in Mordu to assist the Buda family in solving the problem as soon as possible, but in fact monitored the movements of the Sage Tower.

"The fibers of the paper have been soaked, do you mind if I tear a corner open to see?"

Siinz was a silent man, Barcellus was talkative, but his heir was quiet and he only spoke when necessary.

Siinz relaxed his fingers, the strength of the hunter is unimaginable to ordinary people, so in order not to destroy the things he touches, most of the hunters have to deliberately take their power when touching objects.

With Flion's permission, Siinz gently tore open the corner of the letter.

"Because of the soaking, the color of the letter core is not whitish."

Siinz took a closer look at the letter.

The hunters of the Western Guild are skilled in Western Jiu-Jitsu, and both tall men and petite girls have a pair of soft bones.

From the action of Si Inn looking through the letter, you can faintly feel that Si In's fingers are more flexible than the dancing woman, which confirms the rumors of Western Jiu-Jitsu.

Flione nodded, he knew, he could see that.

"Zelli's ink white musk, pine resin, ginger blossom and nettle oil, I heard that it is to reduce ink clogging the pen, and I deliberately used nettle oil that does not solidify in the north."

There is a huge difference between a hunter's five senses and a mage, and the number of scent specimens stored in the brain of a destructive hunter is unimaginable.

Most of Mordo's spices are produced in the west, so it was perfect for the hunters of the Western Guild to discern the scent of the ink.

West Inc. will not recognize the goods exported from the west.

"The spices are used correctly, maybe the amount of imitation square nettle oil is wrong, and it smells a little stinky."

Siinz sniffed the ink and wrinkled his nose.

"Does your wife have a habit of writing letters at the end of a sentence?"

In Siinn's eyes, the world is refined, he can see a lot of details, and in Siinn's eyes, the tobacco in the Frione cigarette stick is of good quality.

Because the ashes do not disperse after they burn out, the tobacco ash will automatically disperse, indicating that the tobacco is rotten.

"This ...... There is no way to be exquisite. ”

Frione puffed on his cigarette, not paying attention to the behavior of his titular wife.

"Usually people who can imitate handwriting will help ghostwriters, and they have to look at the employer's manuscript to write."

In order to ensure that the manuscript is in line with the master's wishes, no one will be stupid enough to memorize the manuscript and write it in one go, they always read and write one sentence.

So for each sentence, there is always a specific position where the ink is deeper or ...... There is a pause, presented in various forms.

“…… Mind if I bring it back to the guild, I'm not an expert in handwriting, if you want to figure out where this letter came from and which master of the counterfeit world it came from. ”

Siinz carefully looked at the front and back of the letter again, and the hidden ink could be caught by his naked eye as it kept changing angles.

There is no hidden ink.

"If it's true. The most serious thing is that someone violated the internal agreement of the hunters, and the fakes of the Maison were not allowed to circulate in the market. ”

The reason why Siinz said this is because if this is the case, there will be a thousand waves within the hunters.

The conventions of the past have been broken, and a new era is approaching. It's not just the Sage's Tower that's brewing, but so are the Hunters.

When the mother is unable to bear the newborn, it will be a heart-rending period of delivery.

Siinz put the letter back in the silver platter, and he brought the envelope over, hoping that the matter was not as serious as he thought.

Frieon watched as Siin's fingernails began to stretch, Siinz was originally a spy agent of the three-legged goat, and knew the secret art of the West.

Siinz seems to be omnipotent.

Not only can Siinz fold his body up, but he can also control the normal growth and reverse retraction of his hand nails.

Hunters are good at muscle control and internal hormonal regulation.

Siin's nails picked out the wax seal like tweezers.

"I'll send it back to the guild as soon as possible, the leader's eyelids have been jumping since the wrench went missing."

Baseiles predicted, and his prophecy is coming true step by step.

The Buda family is now in a quagmire.

Siin didn't say that Barcellus was the eyelid jumper, but Frieon knew it wasn't the one who brought good luck.

"If so, what will be affected."

Flione took a cigarette in his breath for a moment.

If you think about it, to make the Buda family unhappy is to make the three-legged goat unhappy in the land of Modu in disguise.

Who is it really good to break through the rules of the hunter's circle.

Challenge the Lord of the West and the Buda family, who has good fruit to eat?

Who?

"When you are exposed to the cold, everything will become unclear, and the worse ones will overwhelm you."

The appearance of peace will be torn apart in an instant because of a small opening, and once the game starts, it will only stop until the fish are broken.

Siinz got up, without further ado.

"Staki will come over soon to take my place, just talk to her about anything."

Sometimes, in the event of an emergency, the hunters on standby in Modu will rush back.

Then new hunters will be sent out at the same time.

"I'll wait and see what happens."

Siinz closed the door, and Frione stared at the peeled wax seal for a moment.

Siinz took the letter and took the wax seal.

……

Mira looked at her father, who was obviously the closest person, and at the moment she was cold.

"What do you want to say?"

She swallowed hard.

"Apologize, you may need to meet someone, and if he's seen him, I think you should meet them too."

Patriarch Zelli knew that the letter was fake, and knew his daughter too well for his true nature, and when her daughter saw the letter's face change, he knew what was going on.

He is Mira's lover. So who are they?

"Is he safe now? What did you do to him! ”

The family has the skill of the family, and the patriarch has the courage of the patriarch.

Mira believes that Flion can make his cousin disappear from the world, and naturally believes that her father can quietly erase the traces of a person.

She sincerely prayed that this would not happen.

"Tell me, you're not going to do that. Dad, it's not wise to do this, so many families are staring, they won't let go of the opportunity to step on us! ”

Mira's clenched fists on the table tightened and tightened, and her father didn't look like he was talking casually.

"Of course it's not Miss, your father did it, it's us."

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Mira was shocked that the wall had ears.

She turned her head to see a tall man in a fur cloak striding in.

"Let's see, rest assured that they are very light."

Patriarch Zelli glanced at the young man who walked in, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull down.

Do you know why the families in the Sage's Tower are at odds with the Hunters, because the Hunters are just a bunch of powerful ruffians?

As the young man entered the room, his boots made a slight scratching sound of nails hitting the ground.

Mira didn't like the young man's eyes, and the Balkan eyes rolled frequently, giving Mila the impression of being calculating.

Most northerners will put three nails in the soles of their boots to prevent themselves from slipping inexplicably when walking in the snow in winter.

The soles of Balkan boots are like that, and so are Maisan.

Certain distinctive features, even if they wore Modu clothes and covered the guild's tattoos.

This trait is seared into his soul.

"You mages are really merciful, people who can't keep secrets in the guild don't have tongues."

Balkan said as he walked over to the edge of Mira's chair holding her.

Watching Balkan stick out his tongue and point, Mirahan's hair stood on end.

"But don't worry, miss, your dear lover is still intact, he didn't cut off his nose and ears, he just joked with his tongue pulled. Haha......"

Mira laughed a few times as she listened to the Balkans, and she unconsciously moved away from the Balkans.

The Balkans stood next to her, and she felt very insecure.

"Let me make you laugh, like those little characters, you still don't need to be specially cleaned up by the president."

Seeing the Balkans unscrupulously holding on to the edge of his daughter's chair, the patriarch of Zelli secretly sharpened his teeth.

The Hunters are a bunch of villains who can't even be restrained by the Rites.

"I'm suddenly a little tired, can you give me a decent seat?"

Balkan put his fingers on his chin and smiled unkindly, and he heard the displeased grinding of the Zari patriarch.

"Sit casually, just like you're in your own home."

Mira listened to her father's words, there were no chairs around at the moment, where were there decent seats, and her father was obviously polite when he said this.

"Just what I want."

But the name of the villain is not placed on the hunter's head for no reason.

Mira watched as Balkan turned over and sat down at the table, his legs crossed and his back slightly hunched, and he tilted slightly to look down at the patriarch of Zelli.

"It's just a small snack, do you want to eat a big meal?"

Balkan sat cross-legged on his high position, and he looked down on the patriarch of Zelli, casting a shadow over him.

The snacks and feasts in the Balkans are like really talking about fruit pudding and smoked chicken.

"If you want to talk to me, explain to me why you did this."

To avoid the embarrassment of looking up, the patriarch leaned back and held up the forged letter.

He who is right and wrong is right and wrong.

Obviously, the Balkans are the ones who started it.

"Eh, what a surprise. I was recognized. ”

Balkan let out a strange exclamation, and from his smile Mila could sense that the young man might not be normal.

She had never seen such a terrible smile, and no matter how handsome her face was, the distorted smile was still eerie.

"Let's get down to business, I don't have time to sigh like a smelly imp."

Seeing the Balkans hunched over and looking at himself with a smile on his face, the patriarch of Zelli also felt that this was a bit of an eyesore with a smile.

"What a hurtful thing you say, uncle."

Balkan shook his head and smiled back.

"The Lilac Wrench of the Buda family has been stolen, and the Lilac Ring is Roman's representation. Everyone wants to buy a favor for the Buda family, let alone you who are the in-laws of the Buda family. ”

Balkan said slowly with his hands folded.

"This letter is not important, I want to stir up a relationship between the goat and Paradise, you are just a bait."