"Again, didn't you let him see your face?" In a remote and very cluttered room, an indifferent voice came from the phone in front of Jacob.

After going around and around several times in the past few days, Jacob, who was tending to his wounds alone, took a deep breath of cold air before he said weakly, "Yes, sir, I have not lifted my spirit in his presence."

After that, there was a long silence, and the air was terrible and quiet for a while. After a long time, the cold voice continued to sound.

"Well, even though we've been deliberately avoiding him, we didn't expect to capsize in such a small place." The coldness in the voice grew, "Those guys, do you really think you are the world's policeman?"

"Sir, what should I do next?" Jacob endured the pain and asked, "Do you need me to lurk again and continue to develop?" We still have some asylum holders that we haven't taken with us."

The voice fell silent again, except for the faint sound of breathing. Then, he said, "Give up for the time being, you can find the dragon blood adaptor there." The person who went to pick you up is already on the way, so ...... next."

The phone hung up, and Jacob raced against the clock to continue to treat the wound on his chest. Even if they have a strong ability to heal themselves, the wounds caused by the alchemy knife are not so easy to heal with the help of medicine, and if they are left alone, the impact on the action is light, and the life-threatening is the most important.

What's more, it was the same level of alchemy knife that stabbed him, and if it weren't for the remnants of the "gift" medicine used when he escaped that day, he would probably have fainted after that. And even now, the pain still exists like a maggot attached to the bone, and he has to take a lot of analgesic drugs to stay awake.

Suddenly, feeling that something was wrong, Jacob stopped all his work, and he held his breath and heartbeat again in pain. The dagger appeared in his hand, and in this remote place where no one could come, he heard a second breath besides him. Then, noticing something, Jacob looked back and saw the golden boy behind him facing straight at him.

……

Caesar had thought that someone would stop his investigation, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly and so specially.

A Rolls-Royce sedan with a low-key black color but no less style at all parked quietly in front of the pharmacy. The young black men standing on the street corners craned their necks to look in this direction, a top-notch car that would not be seen even in the city, and they could only see it when foreign guests were broadcast on television.

It's just that if their attention is focused on the position of the front of the car, they will find that the golden angel logo of Rolls-Royce, which originally had only one pair of wings, has become three pairs of wings at some point. If their eyesight were any better, they would have found that the expression on the angel's face was not the compassion and holiness of traditional religious paintings, but contempt and depravity.

The co-pilot of the sedan opened, and a young man in a silver-gray suit stepped down. He was well-dressed, and his golden front hair fell down to cover one side of his eyes. Lifting a huge suitcase from the trunk, he knocked on the door and stood politely outside, quietly waiting for the person inside to open the door. ….

In the basement stronghold, a commissioner found the person knocking on the door through surveillance. It was not uncommon for people to buy medicine behind closed doors, but they were not real pharmacies, so he was about to ignore it when he saw the young man outside looking up at the surveillance. The eyes as deep as the deep sea seemed to be looking inside through the monitor, and then the man smiled slightly, pulled the collar and showed the monitor the badge on it.

The Commissioner knew that badge, or rather, the half-breeds with a little bit of insight knew it, and it was the badge of the Gattuso family from Italy, the half-blooded nobles: the Fallen Holy Angel.

"Boss, it's better for you to come and have a look, there are guests outside who don't look like they're here to buy medicine." The commissioner shouted to Tigue, who was still discussing with the Operations Commissioner, and glanced at the Operations Commissioner next to him a little strangely before turning back.

Teague, who had asked Caesar to wait a moment, walked over, and also saw the people outside through the surveillance screen, as well as the coat of arms of the fallen angel.

He touched his chin, glanced back, and said, "I don't think this is coming for us."

"What to do? Do you want to let him in?" The commissioner asked.

It is not a day or two that there is friction between the school board represented by the Gattuso family and the executive department of the headquarters. And they are theoretically under the jurisdiction of the Executive Department, and although the Gattuso family is one of the school directors, they can completely refuse to enter the half-breeds who are not within the Executive Department system without an order.

Pressing his temples with a bit of a headache, Tig sighed and said, "Let someone go up and pick him up, I remember what kind of commissioner this guy used to be."

Teague hesitated and told Caesar about the visitor, but Caesar didn't say anything about it.

The fact that the president of the student council of the Kassel Academy did not get along well with the people in his family was not a secret thing, fueled by some people who did not think it was a big deal.

Some speculated that this might have had a significant impact on the reputation of the declining student union, but the spirit of daring to rebel against the family unexpectedly aroused a lot of approval, which led to Caesar's personal fame on campus.

The young people of the academy are such a group of crazy people, who have always thought that they will eventually become the pillars of the world, and they appreciate such people who dare to shout no to the powers of the old times, and the student union that was created for the old club Lionheart was born in this background, although it was difficult for them to fight against the Lionheart in the early days of its establishment, but they met Caesar.

The young man in the silver-gray suit quietly walked into the control room, and he nodded politely to the commissioners, without the arrogance of the old half-blood family. So Caesar, who didn't want to see his family again, didn't look up and looked at Percy Gattuso, who was walking towards them.

"I don't remember when the family became interested in a place like this." Caesar asked in a plain tone, "I thought my uncle would disdain to set foot in such a country."

"Wherever you are, wherever you are, it will attract the attention of the family." Patsy said in a humble tone, "No matter where you are, your safety is the family's top priority." ….

The corners of Caesar's mouth hooked, and he smiled a little mockingly, "Then I really should thank them, but please go back and tell them that I don't have to be watched when I go out."

"I will." Patsy replied, and put down the heavy-looking box in his hand.

"Okay, let's tell me what you're here for. If you're here to persuade me, please go back, I'm fine now." It was not surprising that Patsy often brought a suitcase, Caesar asked.

Patsy replied, "Accept the order of the family to come to your aid to Young Master Caesar, your mission here must be over, and the family has more important things to do with you to go back."

Caesar looked him straight in the eye, then shook his head, "Listen to Patsy, I can say no to the old men of the family, but not to you, but that doesn't mean that I can tolerate the family putting you by my side. I don't need help, and as for the family, unfortunately, I'm now an operations commissioner, and the priority of the task is relatively high, even if my uncle can't stop it with the authority of the school director."

"Then you may be disappointed, please stand back a little and be mentally prepared, what is inside may cause you discomfort." Patcy smiled and gave a wake-up look at the commissioners who were looking this way, then opened the box in front of everyone.

The next moment, some slight smell of blood overflowed, and there was a male corpse lying across the box, and some pitch-black blood coagulated on his clothes, forming incomparably dazzling patches. There was horror on his face, as if he had been treated inhumanely before he died.

Some of the commissioners screamed, and some ran to the side wall to get their weapons. Someone closes their eyes and doesn't look over there. For non-combatants, it's not just about discomfort.

Patsy still stood to the side smiling, and it was hard to believe that such a man of such manners could have crossed the streets with such a horrible thing to come to them.

"Running around with this kind of thing, no

What a gentleman should be." Some frightened Caesar said dissatisfied, and then crouched down to examine the corpse.

Although this corpse looked a little miserable, there were very few wounds on his body, and near his chest, there was a wound that looked like a sharp weapon, such as a dagger or something. And this only wound made Caesar look very familiar.

"It's ...... The guy from before!" Caesar stood up in surprise, and then confronted Patsy, "You killed him!"

He suddenly remembered the familiar wound, left by the stab of his hunting knife. The body was Jacob, the guy who had escaped from him a few days earlier.

"I didn't do it, to be precise, he died at the hands of you, Master Caesar." Patsy, who was still polite, replied with some regret, "By the time I found him, he was already dying from the injuries inflicted by Master Caesar, and I would have liked to capture him alive, but unfortunately, he did not survive. So I can only do this, and bring back the results of your battle, Young Master Caesar."

「…… It seems that this is indeed the case." Although he had not seen the full extent of Jacob, Caesar was sure that the wound was from his hunting knife, Dixtido. Having held the knife for more than a decade, he knew more about Dicktyor than any of its previous owners, and the wounds it inflicted were no exception. ….

"Then Master Caesar, the rest of the work, presumably the commissioners of the stronghold can complete it alone." Patsy looked at the smile and continued, "And your mission has come to an end."

……

The door to the back of the Rolls-Royce was pulled open, and Caesar stood outside the door with a blank face, glancing to the side, and then suddenly asked, "What about your 'Augustus?"

Augustus, the honorific title of Octavian, the Roman Führer, was also used by later Roman emperors to refer to themselves. Like Dick Tydo, it was also a hunting knife, and was a brother knife to the one Caesar wielded. And as far as he knew, Patsy should never leave his sword.

"Sent back for debugging." Smiling explainers, Patcy tuched his cuffs slightly, like a certain headmaster, he liked to have his weapon strapped to his wrist, and now, the wrist that hid his usual weapon was empty.

Although alchemy weapons have such delicate parts like modern thermal weapons, they are not pure cold weapons. In a way, they are more complex than modern thermal weapons with their alchemy, so the necessary debugging and maintenance are indispensable.

Not very surprised by this, Caesar sat in the back seat of Rolls-Royce, Patcy closed the door for him, and then the moment he sat back in the passenger seat, he held his wrist and flashed an inexplicable question in his exposed blue eyes.

……

"Mr. Frost, Master Caesar, and Mr. Patsy are already on their way back. They are expected to return home the morning after tomorrow, and they will be greeted with ......" In the spacious office, a housekeeper came up to report.

Frost behind the desk didn't look up, and said as if he had expected it, "Well, I see, welcome the return of the important heir as usual, and tell everyone not to be sloppy...... That's it, you go down first."

The butler gently closed the door and left, and Frost, who was buried in the eucalyptus, raised his head and pinched his eyebrows, and then he stared silently at the picture of the fallen angel punishing sinners on the dome.

"Caesar, there's no time for you to be willful." Muttering, Frost returned his gaze to the computer in front of him.

[I have known an old book friend for ten years to recommend to me to chase books, @

Comments can still be made to the Academy and the Executive Department, and then useful and reasonable comments will be adopted. And the idea of sending Caesar to Africa, which seemed to him extremely absurd, was adopted by the Executive Department.

Then he immediately angrily questioned the upper echelons of the academy, the dignified heir of the Gattuso family, who was placed in that kind of place as if he had been exiled, in his opinion, this was an insult to the Gattuso surname!

After doing this, Frost gently pressed the bell in his hand, and after a while, Shinnosuke Fujiwara, who had a round face and looked a little happy, appeared in the office.

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