"Assassination of Békron Jean ......Madan of the Ambassador of Antis to Rune," Elle sat silently in the cabin, which belonged to her alone in the captain's quarters, and was usually not disturbed, when the table in front of her was spread out and there was a piece of stationery with nothing written, and the cap of the gold-tipped pen embedded with emerald gems had been opened, but it was flat on the table.

"He's probably got the manuscript of the third-generation Difference Machine, get it, or ......destroy it," she finally picked up her pen and quickly scribbled a line on the letterhead, setting up the ceremony and deciding to intervene.

If you go against the dead houses...... Will I be the next Duke Negan? Elle struggled a little, but made up her mind, whispering the spell that summoned Jörmungad.

"I call in my name."

"A spirit that wanders in vain."

"Slaves who follow the drive."

"Keeper of endless chaos and fate."

"The messenger of Elle Arista alone."

The illusory space gradually overlapped with reality, and she watched as the silver-white illusory snake picked up the letter and said nothing until the spirit dissipated and the other party left.

……

"Why did she have to want the manuscript of the third-generation differential machine and think about doing scientific research?" Hazel asked in a complaining whisper on her wrist, and the other party's cold red eyes glanced at her, and gave a rare answer.

"This will interfere with the course of fate......"

Well, it's fate for you to open your mouth and shut up, more than the people in the church...... Hazard tucked her long dark green hair and waited quietly for the opportunity that the other party had said.

"If this time it's the same as Ziringers's, you'll be ...... of the consequences."

Che, you, as a "prophet", didn't anticipate the sudden change and blamed me for it...... Hazel flipped the coin in her hand, ready to try her hand at divination.

Although she is not very good at it, as an extraordinary person, spiritual divination is a compulsory subject for most people.

"The manuscript isn't on that old pervert." With the help of Jörmungård's personal blessings, she quickly came to a conclusion.

"I don't know this better than you......" it poked out its little silver-white head, rolled its red eyes, and said faintly, "I just wanted to use the opportunity of the assassination to channel his spirits." "It's feeling more and more that its identity has been dropped, first by Zielingers, then by Beckron, when these Sequence 6 guys are worth calculating like this.

But it's better to be cautious, so many angels are watching here, and there are even guys hiding in Beckland, so it doesn't hurt to be more careful.

For example, the ancestor of an angelic family who once served in the Tudor Empire was merged into the Amun family along with the human family.

"During his time in Bakeland, Beckland has been preaching the theories of Intis to the bankers and factory owners, and it may not be long before these Runnes try to establish a constitution or even a parliamentary republic."

"Elle said that the leader of the organization has arranged to promote the development of the times in order to achieve the god position of 'utopian', and if he deliberately delays or organizes it, it is very likely that he will be noticed by them......"

"The authority of fate is too fragmented......" Jörmungard sighed silently in his heart, as a young girl with inky hair and beautiful beauty walked past Herzel.

It saw that she had grown a fine, black plush "spider leg", which then turned into splatters of flesh with a thud, with only one head intact.

A mass of blood-colored flesh that emerged from her stomach gradually swirled and coalesced into the humanoid form, reflecting a fiery red glow behind it.

"The assassin has arrived." It reminded Hazel quietly.

Assassins? That girl? Hazel looked back at the young girl who hadn't gone far again with some surprise, and there really wasn't any feeling in her body that had anything to do with the extraordinary.

"The 'Bishop of the Rose' can hide himself in the flesh and blood of others." Jörmungård patiently explained.

"Aurora Society, Mr. A?" Hazel looked at the crimson figure in the distance, and quietly walked around the back of the house, preparing to use his old business to climb over and enter the room that Jörmungard had foreseen in advance.

This time, I guess I won't be disturbed by the "Death Archon" again like last time. Jörmungård suddenly remembered his mistake last time, decided to do another divination to confirm it, and showed luck to Hazel in advance.

……

15 Yinsk Street

Crane safely tossed a coin, but without letting his guard down after getting a non-dangerous result, he first looked through the door panel with his vision, and when he saw that there was nothing wrong, he opened the door and took two steps back.

The sergeant in the black and white checkered uniform outside took off his hat and said with a serious face, "The people above have sent me to tell you to stay safe tonight and on cloudy days, and beware of strangers." ”

"Okay." Klein nodded solemnly.

He stroked his short hair and looked at the living room area: "There are also some arrangements, I will explain them to you in detail, and you make your own decisions." ”

Crane politely made a gesture of please, watched as Sheriff Fasin closed the door and entered, walked over to the couch, and sat down.

"What's the arrangement?" Klein didn't take off his coat, his hands still in his pockets.

"You should know very well that you provoked that ambassador, and tonight or a cloudy day will be your most dangerous stage."

"The people above give you three choices, one is to go to the Holy Wind Church for two days, I know you are a believer in the god of steam and machines, but the Church of St. Hillland is too far away, and it is easy to have problems on the way."

Crane bowed his head invisibly, waiting for the other party to give him a second option.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered, his head went wooden, and he felt that there seemed to be an extra layer of thick glass around him.

He saw Sheriff Fasin's mouth open and close slowly, and found his thoughts glaze over.

This feeling is so familiar, Klein suddenly thought of the puppet of the Antigonus family, the seal "2-049"!

The muscles of the other party's face began to squirm strangely, and he quickly turned into a man with black hair and blue eyes, and said with a smiling expression: "Just give me time, this is one of the most difficult abilities to deal with below the high sequence." ”

As he spoke, a woman in a black Gothic court dress appeared on the glass of the convex belly window!

Her hair was pale gold, her eyes were blue, and her appearance was quite delicate, but her face was unusually pale, like a delicate white porcelain doll of equal height. The puppet-like Miss "Resentful" stiffened and slowed out of the glass one by one.

"I didn't expect you to be able to hire such a powerful bodyguard, if it weren't for my divination problem in advance, maybe I would have died here, what did you pay?" He didn't look back, looked at Klein with a smile, and introduced himself, "By the way, my name is Rosago." ”

He suddenly felt a cold swish in his neck, laughed, raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

A flame ignited behind him, and a shadowy shadow burned brightly, quickly turning to ashes.

The pale, delicate figure of the young lady began to appear in his eyes, and at this time the woman was still behind Rosago, coming like a puppet from the position of the bay belly window.

All of this was broken down into frames in Crane's line of sight, and he realized that the two sides were constantly tugging at each other in the mysterious realm, and in order to change the tilt of the scales, Crane struggled to turn his attention to the cold, slippery spell he held in his left hand.

He squirmed his throat with difficulty, and hoarsely chanted a word of Ancient Hermes from his vocal cords that seemed to have decayed.

"Filth!"

The voices echoed, and the ears of the three of them heard those messy, illusory, and crazy babbles! Luo Sago's expression suddenly became in a trance, his face rose and he puffed, and the image of the woman in his eyes suddenly became clear.

Sharon sped up her movements instantly, but then frowned in pain.

At this moment, Klein felt the weakening of the influence, and with madness and pain, he threw the spell in his left palm towards Rosago on the opposite side!

Their eyes were bloodshot, and hot blood was pouring from their noses, and Crane was the first to recover from this state, staggering and struggling to his feet, pulling out his revolver and taking a few steps forward to point the muzzle of his gun against the head of Rosago, who had torn his clothes and skin.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The opponent's head exploded in five gunshots, and fuel of various colors was spilled on the ground. The headless corpse shook and fell backwards onto the couch.

At this time, Sharon on the ground slowly stopped screaming and rolling, but her skin seemed to be a lot darker.

Crane took out two charms again and used them one after the other, and in the power of calm and slumber, he quickly took out the candle and set up the ceremony.

After everything was finished and cleaned up, Klein gasped and was about to recover some spiritual growth, when the door to the room was violently kicked open from the outside!!

Standing outside the door was a familiar figure, but at this moment, her eyes were silver and illusory, and there were traces of dried blood from her long dark green hair and face.

She raised her left hand forward slightly, her eyes lowered and she didn't look at Klein, her palm was weakly shaken, and the man in the trench coat stood there stupidly!