The AI is dressed as a mountain soldier and wears a ponytail, looking heroic and sassy, and his movements are also very capable, and I don't know if Lu Dao has received military training or trained directly in the mission. She is a second-level demonic emissary, but she has awakened her superpowers and reached the C-level evaluation. It was a surprise that she was here. Prior to this, Billy was pessimistic about the situation of the war, believing that the headquarters would not send any further reinforcements.

In addition, as soon as you hear the name AI, you know that Lu Dao is not your real name, and it sounds like a European or American, but in fact it is an authentic Asian, regardless of skin color, body and facial contours, it is full of Asian style. She spoke to us in fluent Chinese, and she couldn't find the slightest hint of vernacular pronunciation, almost suspected to be native, but the details were a little stiff, so I couldn't be sure of her nationality.

I had no intention of asking the other party about it, and Billy's usual attitude made me feel that it was very rude, even hostile, to ask for personal information about the other party in the Security Service, or between the Chosen One. Perhaps it is the fear that comes with the mystical power that comes at work, as the book "Real Names and Real Names" says:

Wizards of the Age of Magic saw their real names as the most cherished secrets and the greatest threat to their lives. Because once a wizard's adversary gets hold of his real name, no matter how powerful the wizard's magic is, he can be killed with any kind of common magic that everyone knows. The world has changed, and the stereotypes of the magical age that followed the Industrial Revolution have been discarded. But now, the wheel of the times seems to have turned in full circle, and our ideas have turned back to the age of magic.

I sighed in my heart as I stepped forward to shake hands with the AI.

"I am ......"

Billy interrupted me.

"We don't generally use real names." He said, then explained to the AI, "They're new and have already met with Master Prophet. They are very capable, this boy is a third-level demonic emissary, C-level. ”

The AI didn't let go of my hand, and a surprised expression appeared on its face, but it quickly changed to a friendly smile.

"It's surprising that I can't see your information."

"I've just been promoted, and you have more combat experience than me, and I believe that you will soon reach the third rank in the next battles." I also showed the formulaic smile I had developed in the student council, and quickly thought of my codename: "My name is Raven, please advise." ”

"Let's work together and believe that everything we do is meaningful."

The AI let go of my hand and turned its gaze to my side, as if Tomie, who was holding a giant chainsaw, surprised her as well.

"C-class?"

"It's just there." Tomie has a more modest attitude towards AI, she said, "I'm just a first-level magic pattern messenger, please call me BT." ”

"Nice to meet you." AI shook Tomie's hand, then said to Billy, "It's not time for the changing of the guard yet, so you guys can go in by yourself." ”

"How many others are there besides you?"

"There were thirty-seven before you arrived."

Once again, Billy showed surprise.

"Two are detachments of the principality." AI explained.

Tomie and I looked at each other, curious about these two teams from our home country. Originally, the city did not have a branch of the Security Service, which means that they came from other cities. Although it is conceivable that it will not be a very important team in a first-tier city, it is also the first time that we have seen a member of the Security Service from the same country as ourselves.

We watched the AI return to the sentry post until her back faded into the shadows of the trees and could no longer be seen, then we headed for the door of the farmhouse.

Halfway up the hill, the farmhouse is large, with earthen walls stretching thirty meters out, and inside the walls is a four-story building, with scaly blue-gray tiles attached to the eaves of the herringbone roof, which looks old but still exudes a steady atmosphere. The main entrance is open to two sides, each door is nearly two meters wide, the wood is inlaid with iron sheets, painted in bright red, there are egg-like bulging nail caps, and the bronze lion ring, a strong smell of the old era of local tyrants hit me.

In addition, to the left of the main entrance is a small door that can only be passed by one person, and the bottom of the door is half a meter above the ground, requiring a narrow three-step staircase.

I'm a native of the city, and I've only seen this kind of house in movies and pictures. So Billy and Tomie stepped through the main gate, but I entered through the small door in a strange way.

Actually, the entrance behind the door is the same, except that there is a drainage ditch on the road that divides the path that enters through the small gate and the road that enters through the main entrance. The road on this side of the small door can also only be walked by one person, ten steps ahead, the left hand side is the firewood house, the door is not closed, there are debris piled up inside, it has long been dusty, exudes the smell of decay, it is extremely dark, and ordinary people can't see the things inside at all.

I looked at this person curiously, and before I knew it, I was left behind. After entering the entrance, there is a concave courtyard, and there are kitchens, utility rooms, long-dried flower beds surrounded by fences, and other houses with no purpose. However, it can be seen at a glance that these are not houses, only the four-story red brick building in front of them is a residence.

The residential building is symmetrical to the left and right, with stairs at both ends. We didn't go upstairs though. In the middle of the first floor, a room that looked like a hall was dimly lit, and there were many figures, and in the hallway in front of the hall, five people were sitting on bamboo chairs, tending to their weapons. They showed no interest in our presence, but were concentrating on what they were doing, when a burly man in a vest and camouflage pants, like a Russian, stepped out of the hall.

"Look who's coming, undead man, Billy." He laughed: "Didn't you die this time?" ”

"I won't die until you die, Hallelujah."

The two hugged each other, patted each other on the back, and made a banging sound.

After parting, the burly man asked, "Did you get in trouble if you arrived later than expected?" ”

"Those hyenas have so smart noses, and I almost died when a high-level one came, but luckily someone helped." Billy turned his body to me and Tomie, "Here, let me introduce you, a new member of the Security Bureau, a partner who has been entrusted with high hopes by Lord Prophet. Raven and BT. ”

"Welcome to this family."

The burly man enthusiastically opened his arms and hugged Tomie, but was unceremoniously kicked by Tomie in the lower body. He seemed to have been prepared, and dodged with the agility opposite of his physique.

"It's spicy. It's okay to hug it, right? It's a very common way to greet people in our country. ”

"But I'm not from your country." Tomie shrugged and said, putting his hand on my shoulder, "And my boyfriend will be jealous." ”

"Boyfriend?" The burly man looked at me with a look of surprise: "Is that so?" Boy. ”

I nodded. Although there is indeed a hug and veneer etiquette abroad, the burly man in front of him doesn't seem to be doing it simply with a polite attitude, so Tomie refuses.

The man had a loyal face and a big grin, but perhaps like Billy, he was a liar who was not in the same direction. When it comes to strangers I meet for the first time, my judgment is much weaker than Tomie's.