Chapter Seventy-Three: Arrival

Milan.

Known as Midiolanion in ancient Roman times, it is now the second largest city in Italy and a world-famous cosmopolitan city, one of the eight largest metropolitan areas in the world, the most developed city in Italy and one of the four major economic centers in Europe.

It is the world's fashion and design capital, the most influential city in the fashion industry, and a world historical and cultural city, a world opera mecca, and a world art capital...... A series of names with so on.

Milan is an important transportation point in the south of Europe, with a long history, famous for architecture, fashion, art, painting, opera, football, and tourism.

The people who come here range from avid fans chasing the team to fashionistas who are obsessed with top-notch design.

There are artists who are attracted by cathedrals, operas, and historians who love the Renaissance and the monuments of this modern city.

From the best foodies who are adept at discovering Italy's most creative cuisine, to the nocturnal and bar-loving people.

Anyway, there's always a side to this ancient city that has something for everyone.

Stepping on the stone road and walking on the ancient streets of the city, Mo Chen felt as if he had returned to his home, and he was familiar with the twists and turns of the streets, almost without even thinking about it......

If it weren't for the fact that the two shrine maidens behind him might not be able to keep up, he would have been unable to even see the shadow a long time ago.

He was looking for the local magic association forces, even if the other party was also well hidden, but he couldn't escape his deliberate search, and the magician who was found didn't suspect anything, after all, this kind of thing is too normal.

Besides, Mo Chen didn't go to find faults, but to ask for directions, so the whole process seemed to be quite smooth.

"What the hell are you looking for?" Kikyo has been silently following behind, but now he can't help but ask.

Mo Chen stopped, glanced at the Gothic minaret building in front of him, then turned around and smiled slightly, and said:

"Looking for the turf of the bronze black cross...... Alice obviously wanted to show me the true nature of human beings, and she didn't say that she was going to pick me up, nor did she give an address, she didn't even say a specific time, and she didn't ......answer the phone when she called back."

"The nature of humanity?" Kikyo's attention was obviously a little off, and she tilted her head slightly, "And isn't her name Erica?" Why do you say Alice again? ”

"Ahem, it's a pigeon, as for the name, it's just a small thing, of course I remember her name, it was just a slip of the tongue." Mo Chen waved his hand and said disapprerovitically.

Immediately after, he turned his head to look around, spread his hands again, and added-

"But my perception seems to be correct, Alice is not in the city now, and there is no familiar atmosphere......"

That's why he said that the other party was a pigeon and asked him to come here, but she ran away herself.

Why is Alice again...... Is this really a slip of the tongue?

"......" Kikyo didn't know what to say, she didn't bother with this inconsequential question anymore, just lowered her eyes slightly, and sighed softly.

So, this is a deliberate mistake, right?

"But it doesn't matter, I also have real estate here, let's go back first...... They absolutely can't get around me. Mo Chen blinked, and suddenly changed his mind, he felt that there was no point in following him like this.

Anyway, he's already here, so the target will definitely take the initiative to come to the door.

Although the magicians of the Red Bronze Black Cross and even the whole of southern Europe can only confirm the presence of gods, they have no way to rely on the pitiful information and clues to lock the corresponding concept of the other party in the myth.

But he could basically confirm that it was perhaps an extremely warlike god who, after rebelling against the shackles of mythology, had transformed from a former guardian of light and justice to a perverse god of struggle.

Or it can't be said to be a "transformation", but it just tears apart the conceptual definition imposed on it by the myth and restores its original true appearance.

Therefore it no longer guards the royal power, therefore no longer guards the people, and therefore no longer guards light and justice.

He just wants to fight and win a landslide victory that he deserves, or he wants an enemy to give him...... A taste of defeat that has never been tried before.

Because it should be an ancient god of war, with the essence of struggle and victory, and his spear against those ancient gods one by one...... As long as He wants an adversary, when he wants an enemy to fight him, there will be a suitable opponent.

He was constantly searching for the islands, presumably to retrieve the ancient ruins and find clues to the enemy worthy of battle.

In other words, although there has been no movement, in fact, it is only because the enemy has not been found yet.

It's not that the god doesn't want to make trouble, it's just that he doesn't want to make a small fuss, and if he wants to make a big fuss......

If he followed the established trajectory, he would not have found the enemy too quickly, and he would probably not find the target until next summer...... After all, the gods are not cabbages, and it is impossible to say that they can meet nine of them if they go downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes casually.

The return of the stars has only just begun, not ended, and the process will be relatively long.

At this time, the gods in the world are only a minority, or they are extremely powerful enough to break free from the shackles of mythological rituals in advance; Either it is relatively weak and becomes the type of fish that slips through the net.

Or is it a strange case like Mo Chen, as a modern god, he has never been bound by the primitive rituals of mythology, and there has never been a place for him in mythology, so he can stride in the world at will.

Therefore, it is definitely a very troublesome thing for the military god to find a suitable opponent.

But now, Mo Chen has come to Milan...... If there is no accident, the god of war will definitely find him.

So he didn't want to go through the trouble of retrieving it, anyway, whether Erica and the others were kind or intentional to release his pigeons, it couldn't change the final outcome. As long as Mo Chen sat and waited, then they would be horrified to find out-

The source of the great catastrophe that has been so painstakingly tried to unleash will surely befall the city of Milan.

- This is an ending that cannot be changed.

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"It's cold...... Oh dear, don't you feel cold? ”

"No, I'm feeling hot right now......"

Firia got off the plane, and the first thing she felt was the cold air blowing in her face, which made her feel much more energetic at once, followed by the conversation of her parents showing affection next to her.

It can't be said to be a show of affection, because Firia always feels that their relationship seems to have changed rapidly in this short period of time.

Her mother used to be not very gentle, and many times she would be fierce, especially when she was irritable, she would always yell at her father, and the scolding could not reach the level of "vicious", but it did always make her father embarrassed and embarrassed.

Recently, however, Firia has seen with her own eyes how her mother has forcibly reversed her style.

The hardcore style is gentle like water, and the tone of speech all day long is so sweet that it scares people to death, and there will be no more unreasonable and unreasonable tantrums...... No, it's not that she doesn't lose her temper, but she never loses her temper again - even if she has a point.

The feeling of deliberately pleasing Firia was heart-wrenching when she looked at it, and she knew very well what the cause of this change was.

"Williams, that old guy...... Ahem, I mean, the old man's physical condition seems to be getting worse and worse, and I haven't been able to see him leave the room these days. ”

Perhaps in his overexcitement, Mr. Alva was a little unscrupulous, and even in the bitter cold wind, his face was very ruddy, and his blood seemed to be surging.

"This should really be the final test, as long as he passes this level, he must let go, and at that time, my consortium will be completely under my own control......"

"That's wonderful, dear...... So the more you get to this point, the more you have to take it seriously and don't make mistakes! By the way, what exactly is that mission? ”

His wife's smile was as bright as a flower, and she said sweetly, wishing that the whole person would stick to him.

Mr. Alva frowned, and his excitement cooled a little when he said this:

"I don't know, the old guy didn't say anything, and Cedric wouldn't tell me the slightest bit of the inside story, just come here and do as instructed......"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help clenching his fists in annoyance: "Hmph! It's just a housekeeper, what's so good to be angry about, and you still don't understand who is the future? When I take power, I'll fire him directly! ”

Firia raised an eyebrow on the side, not only the change in her mother, but also her father.

For example, in the past, he would not have said that the old man was such an impolite thing as an old fellow, and he had always been very respectful to the butler of Cedric, and he would not be like now......

What blinded them?

It's just that Firia is not in the mood to feel sad now, she has recently been unable to protect herself, and has been tormented by some nightmare that I don't know if it's a hallucination or a real one.

On the plane just now, it allowed her to sleep well, and she got a real rest in the past two days...... She even felt like she had grabbed a lifeline and planned to fly more often in the future.

The family of three left the airport, and then, led by the team of bodyguards of the men in black, drove to Williams' property in Milan, which was also a luxury villa, but it seemed that the old man had not lived in it for a day after buying it.

Hawkers, after all, it's normal for such top rich people to have properties all over the world.

But it's one thing, it doesn't mean they all have to live for a while, otherwise it will be a waste.

Black cars lined up into the house.

After entering the gate, there is a green area and a garden area around and in front of it, and the traditional layout such as statues, lawns, and fountains is used, but it looks beautiful and exquisite.

As for the main body of the villa, it is located at the end of the garden.

This time, however, the family seemed much calmer, and after the baptism of Williams Manor and this period of study, they were now not able to say that they had become veritable high-class people.

However, at least it won't be the hillbilly performance of "Grandma Liu enters the Grand View Garden".

Speaking of which, they themselves felt ashamed when they thought of what they used to be, and secretly decided to bury that incident in their hearts forever.

"Welcome, Mr. Alva."

The door opened, and the sumptuous red carpet stretched from the doorway to the inside, and waiting by the door was the white butler they were familiar with.

"Well, it's you...... Sidric" Alva coughed visibly contrivedly, pretending to be reserved but unable to hide his impatience, "I've arrived, now tell me about that mission." ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Alva, what you need now is to go and see your master first." The white butler said slowly.

"Master? Wait, Williams that old ...... He's here too? Alva froze for a moment, then blurted out.

Then, he suddenly realized that something was wrong-

"Wait, how are you faster than me?"