"Good...... I'm so tired......"

It wasn't until after eleven o'clock in the evening that the three of them staggered back to Adrian's office. The room was filled with smoke, and the enhancers of the black light virus were biting their pipes and drawing a topographic map with chalk on a small blackboard.

"Why did you go playing for so long?" Adrian put his pipe on his desk and didn't look back, "You smell of blood, did you fight with someone?" ”

This scene is inexplicably a bit like a parent scolding a child who is causing trouble outside, especially Su Jing and Su Luo are only teenagers now, and their momentum is already weak. Xu Fugui's face was cowardly, as if he was embarrassed by his brother who had done something wrong.

"Expected." Su Jing sat calmly on the sofa, took the iced milk in his hand and poured out a goblet for drinking, and shook it gently, letting the thick milk shake out white stains, "I poked out the place where the artifact was stored, and then the guy with bad intentions will naturally try to follow me, and then want to catch me and ask for more information......"

A faint bloody aura came from Xu Fugui's body, and although his coat had been taken off, there were still a little dark spots on his dark trousers.

"I deliberately expressed that I only have the ability to assist in manufacturing, and it is normal for people to have a desire to make money." Su Jing took a sip of milk, and her eyelids gradually closed, "It's just that I consume more energy today, so I want to take a little rest." ”

"You don't have just one office here. There's always a place to stay. Su Luo walked around the office. There are only three or four hundred square meters of office space in total, and the study, living room, and private bar occupy more than 200 square meters, and the remaining more than 100 square meters seem to be used as training places.

"I don't have to sleep. When I have nothing to do, I keep reading. The assistants all rent houses outside by themselves...... If you don't mind, just sleep on the couch. Adrian's green eyes scanned the slightly messy surroundings. It seems that it is a bit inappropriate. He pulled a credit card out of his coat pocket and threw it over.

"If you don't think it's a good place to rest, just stay in the hotel across the street."

"Nope. I'll just make do on this couch. Su Jing drank the milk in one gulp. If you stay in a hotel, you may be touched by someone and killed, but it's safer to get closer to a master of your level......"

No matter what kind of master they were before, children are more likely to get sleepy at night, Su Jing and Su Luo each took a blanket and wrapped it, and fell asleep directly on the sofa. As someone who has experienced all kinds of adventures, I don't have any complaints about this environment.

At about two o'clock in the middle of the night, the phone on my desk rang. Adrian walked over and picked up the phone, and it was a strange accent that said he was looking for a "forger".

"The Forge...... Adrian had a bunch of nicknames. But no one ever called him that. When he looked up, Su Jing had already jumped off the sofa barefoot and reached over to ask for the microphone.

"I left them your phone number before, calculate the time, it's almost time to arrive." The boy took the phone and began to speak directly to the person on the phone in English. Adrian listened, and on the other side seemed to be a foreign businessman named Ibrahima.

"Where are you now?" Su Jing's voice fell, and the door of the office was knocked. He held the microphone and glanced at Adrian. It took a few seconds before he walked over and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a middle-aged dark-skinned man with pearl-colored scars, a little loose skin on his face, heavy bags under his eyes, and a sparse yellow stubble on his chin. He wears casual clothes. The hair was combed into dozens of small braids.

Adrian sniffed carefully, and a smell of herbs emanated from him.

"Let me introduce you, this is His Excellency Ibrahima of the Northern Nation - no need to guess. It's definitely a pseudonym. Don't look like an American, but one of the Tsar's best spies. Su Jing shook hands with the visitor calmly. This is Adrian, the strategic weapon on our side. ”

"Adrian the Devourer. Look up for a long time. The magician from the Northland bent down enthusiastically and bowed humbly to Adrian, "As adventurers who have settled here, we have all learned Mr. Adrian's combat prowess many times. We have also sent invitations to Mr. Adrian in the past, inviting you to join our Scepter organization. It's a pity that Mr. Adrian doesn't seem to have the intention of doing so, it's a pity......"

Is there such a thing? The bewitching man searched in his memory for a while, as if he had indeed received an invitation more than a year ago, but he seemed to have fallen into a manic period, so he directly threw the invitation to the unknown place.

Both parties are cheerful people, and Su Jing didn't bother to pour wine and serve tea to each other, so he started talking directly in the living room. Ibrahim walked in with a cane, his piercing eyes scanning the large canvas-covered instruments in the corner of the living room and the stacks of scrolls and books on the desk, nodding slightly.

"It can be seen that several of them have made quite thorough preparations." The middle-aged man sat down on the sofa tremblingly, staring at the topographic map on the small blackboard, "Quite thoughtful." ”

"I've absorbed a lot of people's memories." Adrian replied succinctly. There is an element of subtle disharmony in this foreign spy that can make ordinary people feel a little uncomfortable. He believed that Su Jing felt the same way, but Su Jing seemed to be more interested in him.

"Thirty hours ago, our action team tried to assassinate Kashiwazaki Bufu." The middle-aged man used this sentence as an opening line, "Twelve agents specializing in assassination, including five of them who are also well-known in our own family, systematically ambushed the hotel, annihilated about two groups of reinforcements in the blue suit, and then were slaughtered by Kashiwazaki alone. I knew he was very strong, but I didn't expect him to be so strong. His demons are really tricky. ”

The tone of the spy leader was light, as if Kashiwazaki was not a husband, and his combat effectiveness was just "more tricky".

"Because of our position, the last thing we want is for this 'artifact' to fall into the hands of the priests of the King of the Yellow Coat. Even if it is handed over to the two of us, we feel that it is many times stronger than falling on those yellow-robed people. The magician's eyeballs were made of cloudy crystals filled with smoke, and the black-brown pupils enveloped Su Jing and Adrian.

"In fact, the best option for us is to get the artifact ourselves - very secretly, of course. Then we seal it up, or destroy it completely. Why wouldn't we use it? According to our investigation, it was actually a beacon that summoned some kind of high-dimensional being from another world - does that sound familiar? In fact, it is to summon an evil god. Ibrahim let out a gruff laugh.

"The artifact of responsiveness - this is the simplest traditional scam. Used to lure some fool into letting the demon out of the bottle, perhaps this thing has a sigil structure to restrain the demon and make it work for you. But more likely, it would have to bring that high-dimensional thing into the world at the cost of the life force of some fool who had recited the spell - and then, fearfully, the Second Advent War would begin. I'm sure you don't want to see that. In fact, the simplest question is: What happened to the person who held this thing in the first place? If there is really the ability to fulfill a wish, why not use it if the first person who divides it into three parts and throws it into this world? ”

As he spoke, the back of his hair swayed slightly. It should be said that it is indeed a very convincing narrative. The reason why Su Jing risked revealing his identity in the adventurer's gathering place with great fanfare was to attract such powerful collaborators.

"This is my advice as a superficial spell practitioner. But if you two want to get those pieces back, I'm definitely in favor of it. After all, such a dangerous thing cannot fall into the hands of those in yellow robes. Even if there is only a one percent chance, it is likely to give them enough strength to sweep across our country. There is a 40% chance that we will end up with them. And as a risk-taker, you can avoid these risks. I just hope that the two of you can use this artifact in different universes - in return, although I can't directly send people to help you attack the outer heavens, at least we can share some of it with you...... Information. ”

The play meat is coming. Su Jingqiang resisted the sleepiness of getting up at two o'clock in the middle of the night, and watched him pull out a Wen Jiàn clip from the pocket on the inside of his clothes.

"Burn it after reading." Ibrahima smiled, "But I believe that with Mr. Adrian's usual style of doing things, he will not leave these words." Also, thank you for fixing that Sherlock Holmes that gave us a lot of headaches. The tsar himself thanked you. ”

When the magician left, he disappeared as quickly as he came, leaving Su Jing and Adrian to consult the texts together. The information on the text is very detailed, about the "kamikaze" that holds up the floating island in the sky, the royal palace above, and the military arrangement...... It's as if they had attacked it themselves.

"There's one thing I don't quite understand." Su Jing stared at the blurry photograph on Wen Jiàn, which was a tall figure shrouded in yellow robes. Beneath the cloak, where the head should have been, was only an abyssal pitch black, which seemed to be on smooth rocky ground...... Glide in a singular stance.

The photographer of the photograph seems to be terrified, and the visceral horror seeps out from the crooked angle and phantom of the photo, making people feel hairy when they look at it

"Are those evil gods dormant or awake? Can they be understood by humans? ”

"One thing is for sure, they can express a certain kind of ...... 'mimicry' that communicates with us." Adrian raised his handscroll, "Based on historical records, as well as information in memory banks, I believe that they are awake as part of the 'mimicry', but their ontology, the true horror of chaos, is dormant. (To be continued......)