“…… The journalist of Alliance Weekend, who was attacked by unknown persons yesterday, is out of danger and is now being treated under the protection of Secret Service agents, and it is reported that a new right-wing extremist group, Prism Light, has claimed responsibility for the attack, which the group said was caused by the journalist's public defamation of the League hero Ling Yu, who believes that Ling Yu had been engaged in illegal smuggling activities...... Press kit: What is 'Prism Light'? What does this organization have to do with Ling Yu, the emerging hero of the Alliance? ”

-- The Alliance Daily

***

While Ling Yu and the others were still busy dealing with the overwhelming number of officials, media, and enthusiastic citizens in Paris, a twin-turbogyroplane with a golden logo and escorted by two warplanes was also parked on the tarmac of Reykjavik Airport.

"Servette's Adjutant."

Antonio. Servette stepped down from the cabin door, saluted the guard next to him with a knightly salute, and then stepped forward and looked at the adjutant who greeted him.

"Is Marven in the library?"

"Yes, sir," the lieutenant, a high-ranking knight, bowed and nodded.

"Tell Captain Goosby to come to my office and wait," Servette took off his cloak and handed it to the adjutant, then took off the double sword from his waist and handed it to the adjutant, "I want to go and see Lord Marven first." ”

"Understood."

Servette didn't stop, got into the car next to the tarmac, and drove straight in the direction of the big library.

***

"Your Excellency the Scribe."

Marvin. Greg, one of the founders of the Knights. At this moment, I am in front of the computer in the big library, and I don't know what to look up.

In fact, before the formation of the Knights, Marvin was one of the leading figures in basic science of the First Academy of Sciences of the Alliance, so after the discovery of the Ark, he was sent to Iceland by the Alliance as the chief scientist of the exploration team.

However, in the course of his research, Mavenche became thoroughly fascinated by prehistoric civilizations, and in a sense, he betrayed the Alliance, the current Privy Councillor, Isaac. Rasmussen, in addition to being genetically special, is insightful. Just an ordinary officer. In fact, the organizational structure of the Privy Cavalry, including the attack on the three Nordic countries and the division of relations between the League and the British, was the decision of Chief Marvin.

From this point of view. Marven is indeed worthy of the title of "Chief Scribe".

But even so. Marvin has also never interrupted his ongoing research on prehistoric civilizations. Although he had his own office, he hardly ever went there, and the chief scribe, who had been eating and living in the large library, seemed to be unable to give up studying prehistoric civilization for a moment.

And the so-called Great Library. It is the main repository of the Ark, as important as the bridge where "Karitas" is located.

"Adjutant Servo, thank you for your hard work."

Chief Marven didn't turn around, but remained focused on the screen at the library terminal, with a minimal amount of politeness.

"Your Excellency, I've already met that person," even though Marven didn't look back, Servet bowed softly before speaking, "but the contact was too short to find anything special. ”

"Is that so?" Marven's voice was cold, like a cold wind from hell, and he still didn't look back, as if he was a little indifferent to the task he had personally assigned.

"So, Your Excellency, what are we going to do next?" Still with his head down, Servette simply asked, not saying anything more.

"Ling Yu's current movements, have you grasped them?" Finally, Marvin's dead face turned around, looked at Servetu, and asked.

"They are on their way to Moscow and are believed to have key intelligence on the ACA's next operational plan," Servett kept his head down, not looking Marvin in the eye, "and the intelligence provided by our nail in the Secret Service suggests that the problem may be with the ACA's Naval Intelligence." ”

"Karin is still with him?" Marven pondered for a moment and asked again.

"Yes, obviously, Her Royal Highness Princess Rasmussen is convinced of Ling Yu's identity." Servette gave a blunt answer.

"Karitas didn't give Sauron the answer he wanted, or didn't give any answer." Marven stretched out his right hand, which was reflected in the miserable white of the screen, and gently rubbed his chin, "Karitas needs to see Ling Yu to make a judgment. ”

Servette's lips twitched, but she didn't speak, still keeping her head down, waiting for Marven to continue speaking.

"But in any case, the Knights cannot be the pawns of the Alliance." Marven was silent for a moment, and finally gave instructions, "Let's do what we discussed before." ”

"I would like to be confirmed, Your Excellency." Servette didn't move, just stood still in place, keeping his head down, "According to the plan, I will be authorized to remove a qiē obstacle, including Her Royal Highness Princess Rasmiussen." ”

"You've got confirmation." Marven turned around expressionlessly and continued to look at the terminal screen in front of him, "Go ahead, you need a while to prepare." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency."

With that, Servette raised his head, gave a knightly salute, and then walked out of the large library without hesitation.

***

"I've got the confirmation, and you can get ready right away."

Servette walked into his office, shook his hand at the high-ranking knight who had given him a knightly salute, and then walked straight to his desk and turned on the microphone.

"Closed office, operator, Antonio. Servette. ”

"After the authentication is completed, other instances are detected and verified as John. Goosby, please give me permission. ”

"Authorized."

Servetra opened her chair and sat down at her desk, then pulled open the drawer and took out a rare paper clip and an encrypted electronic board.

"Authorize the removal of that guy?"

John. Goosby wears the uniform of a high-ranking knight, but unlike the other knights, his armband is that of the Order of Scribes. Epaulettes were also in the style of the scribes' order.

The high-ranking knight John. Gusby is the captain of the "Special Security Team of the Scribes", which is composed of twelve excellent high-ranking knights personally selected by Servetus, and the captain is the brown-haired middle-aged man in front of him.

"In any case, for the sake of the future of the Knights, Ling Yutong cannot be certified." Servette picked up the electronic board first, decrypted it, and then handed it to the middle-aged man, "Although there is no final conclusion whether he is that person or not, there can be no accident in this matter." So immediately began combat drills against him. ”

"He's strong." At the moment when the middle-aged man's hand touched the electronic board, Servet suddenly clenched his fingers, so that the other party could not take the electronic board away lightly, and the gray-haired young man stared at the brown-haired middle-aged man. Again, I emphasize it again. "The ACA's Marshall was defeated by him. Attacks against him must be arranged from the worst angles. ”

"We've already set up targeted training for the information you provided last time," the middle-aged man nodded heavily, holding the electronic board. "As long as we do it, even Charl. Pierre is also certain to die, the only problem is that Her Royal Highness Princess Rasmiusen is too familiar with the assassination system of the Knights, and I am afraid that she will break the formation. ”

"I said, I have full authority."

Servette let go of the electronic board and asked the middle-aged man to take it away, then took out a chip from his pocket, "This is the authorized video of Chief Marven, we can kill Her Royal Highness Princess Rasmussen." ”

"That's fine," Goosby closed his eyes and took a breath, "but it would be much more convenient if she could let Her Royal Highness Princess Rammiusen die in an accident before then." ”

"The ACA will do it for us, maybe in the Balkan theater."

Servette smiled softly, then flipped through the paper folder.

"That's why the Achilles plan was a failure." Servette glanced at the contents of the text folder, and the little girl in the photo in the upper right corner was Jeunse.

"Twelve o'clock is coming soon, Your Royal Highness Princess, without the crystal slipper, your borrowed life should be returned."

Servet pushed Wen Jiàn forward and handed it to Captain Gusby, then narrowed his eyes and hooked the corners of his mouth.

Then, the Order will reach the top of your tombstone.

***

Jessica. By the time Corona opened her eyes, the shuttle had already entered the city of London.

The girl with black-rimmed glasses looked up blankly and looked at the crowded carriage, the long-distance bus from Calais to London via Folkestone is usually not so crowded, and the reason why it seems so crowded is because the airport is closed, and many passengers have to go to London Heathrow.

The girl looked around, looked at her watch with her backhand, fortunately it was not too late, she took out the game console from her backpack, and then remembered that the game console was no longer powered.

After sitting for a few more minutes, Jessica finally saw through the window the bus stop, which ended at Heathrow Airport, and she had to get off at the stop in front of her to get to the Royal College of Art.

"That...... I'm sorry...... Let's let ......"

Jessica got up from her seat and struggled her way through the crowd, finally squeezing the bus out of the crowd at the last moment before the doors closed.

"This way! Jessica! ”

The girl who rolled out of the bus in a daze was just when she was dizzy because of the smoke and dust from the bus, and the shouts from her classmates finally made her find her way.

"Fortunately, we came to pick you up, I see you like this, I don't know if I can find my way to school."

One of the leading girls walked over quickly, took Jessica's hand, and said half-jokingly.

"It's good that you're okay, what happened in Paris is so scary, it's good that you just went to Calais."

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

Jessica has her head down and can only respond to each other by pronouncing monosyllables through her nose.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, you just got off that bus in Calais, didn't you?"

Just then, the students' conversation was suddenly interrupted by a voice, and two armed policemen in black uniforms walked towards the group, and then politely stretched out their hands and made a gesture of invitation.

"We're going to do a genetic sampling, is that okay? There won't be any physical contact, just a scan. ”

This genetic sampling is a common means for the Allies to screen fugitives and TFs, and as a result of the events in Paris, the British government has announced that any person entering the country from Paris will be screened at stations, docks and airports in addition to a TF scan at the border control point.

However, in the eyes of other students, it seems a bit impolite to choose such a girl who can't speak loudly as the object of random inspection, but they don't know that Lin Yifeng has already informed the military of Jessica's appearance, so a girl of this age will become the object of suspicion.

"You see how she looks like a terrorist!" The leading girl complained, but got out of the way.

"I didn't ...... It's okay, please. ”

Jessica took off her backpack and placed it in her classmate's hands, then raised her arms.

"Thank you for your cooperation." The policeman who took the lead exchanged glances with his colleague next to him, picked up the scanner, and scanned Jessica from four angles with a green scanning line.

Jessica. Middleton, a first-year graduate student at the Royal College of Art, majoring in classics, is an ordinary person. The policeman whispered to his companion the results of the scan, then turned to look at Jessica, "Thank you for your cooperation, you can go." ”

"Thank you." Jessica smiled shyly, then retrieved her backpack, took a deep breath, and walked over to her classmates.

It's nice that the air doesn't smell like gunpowder. (To be continued......)