909

"Someone went to set a fire? At this time? Where did the fool come from, isn't this handing the other party bargaining chips for nothing? ”

Herwin Lambis saw the light of the fire from the windowsill, and he frowned in confusion, and after a while slowly unfolded. He complained a few words in his heart about this guy who couldn't hold back his temper and started to think about how to use this matter.

It's only ten o'clock in the evening, and the dinner is coming to an end.

For the aristocracy and the wealthy, evening entertainment did not last long. But the streets are so quiet that civilians are either scrambling to sleep after a hard day's work or continuing to work under the streetlights, with homeless homeless people walking around the streets, taking a nap in a park or sheltered corner when the police don't have the time to find them.

When the tongue of fire licked the wall on the third floor of the Harvest Church, burned the new wooden window frames black, and left a dazzling scorched black mark on the white walls that had just been painted, the surrounding neighborhood gradually lit up the lights, and many people opened the windows and walked out into the street, looking at the burning church with their mouths wide open. Strangely, they all seemed to be just watching, and no one was trying to put out the fire.

Herwin Lambis began to feel that something was wrong, even if it was a Becklander, there should be believers living near the Harvest Church, and it was impossible for them all to sit on the wall and watch quietly, right?

He thought for a moment, and his brows gradually tightened together.

He felt that something seemed wrong with the emotions of these people, but he couldn't tell what was wrong for a while—all of them gloating, and even pretending not to see the church, which could summon rain to extinguish the fire, was not that what he wanted?

Herwin Lambis turned around in confusion, deciding not to look at the somewhat eerie scene in front of him.

He didn't see it, the flames burned, expanding in scope, burning the people who stood around them like sculptures into real sculptures.

After nearly half an hour of cold wind outside, he returned to the warm ballroom and found that the people were still discussing, and the dance music had reached the end, but it was not over. He thought that this was the lively atmosphere of the host's family and extended the banquet, but after listening to it for a while, he found that when the music reached the last movement, it strangely returned to the first movement, and the cycle repeated.

He began to feel that something was wrong, and looked up at the wall clock and saw that the time was still ten o'clock.

Herwin Lambis's pupils dilated slightly, then suddenly erected into a straight line, shining with a golden color that made people dare not look at him directly, and he stood in the corner and scanned everyone in the ballroom, trying to find the guy who was doing something in the shadows.

Emotionally unstable and extreme, could it be that the backstage of the small audience just now is also here?

Is Fenerport's "rage" coming? She's secretly manipulating it all and I don't even notice it?

Just when he was very vigilant, suddenly, the sound of quarrels broke out in the dance hall, and one middle-aged man seemed to have a quarrel with another person, arguing, pushing and shoving. The people next to him didn't stop him, and continued his activities as if he didn't see them. As soon as Herwin Lambis noticed that something was wrong, he was just about to intervene in everyone's psychic island to see the situation, when suddenly a gunshot rang out in his ears.

"Bang"!

The gunshot caused his pupils to shrink suddenly, and a quarter of the head of the noisy middle-aged man disappeared, and red blood and white brains splashed on everyone within a two-meter radius of him, and his body wrapped in gorgeous clothes slammed to the ground.

The ballroom was silent for a moment because of the gunshot—it was eerily quiet for a moment, and countless pairs of eyes looked at the man who shot him, and then at the middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground, and at his still, bloated body like a bag of potatoes.

"Calm down, everyone!"

"Calm down!" Is this a plague of the mind? Herwin was already a little unsure.

Herwin Lambis suddenly felt terrified at this moment, because he realized that he couldn't read the eyes of those people!

No one was frightened, no one panicked, no one said a word for the baron who had fallen to the ground, and everyone changed their eyes and expressions at this moment, looking at the people around them with a strange look - a look like the second before the murderer fired.

……

The Harvest Chapel was on fire, bright as a burning torch in the darkness.

Audrey stood by the carriage, her eyes reflected in the skyrocketing fire, she was dazed for a moment, and then she heard footsteps.

The footsteps of an acquaintance.

Audrey turned her head to look, her gaze through the high wall in front of her, and she accurately and efficiently found her target nearly a hundred meters away through the hearing and vision of the mythical creature. Her avatar sank into the ocean of the subconscious and entered the island of the other person's mind, and the familiar memory image flashed by made her immediately identify the other party.

"Sure enough, it's Hugh."

As soon as she entered the other person's mind, she immediately saw a person standing in front of the other party—a man with a strange golden mask, and Audrey quickly examined Hugh's mind, and found that there was defensiveness, unease, and fear and respect for the other party.

"The middle sequence, not a demigod, should be the online of MI9 that Hugh knew...... Respect? Why is there respect, is this person a special person who has some other relationship with Hugh? ”

Questions emerge like bubbles, and Audrey stays quietly on the island of the other's mind, eavesdropping on the conversation.

"Why didn't you get involved?" The man in the golden mask said in a very bad tone.

This tone was very dangerous, which made Audrey have a sense of crisis that "if you can't talk, maybe you will do it on the spot", but she looked at Hugh's mental island, and Hugh did not feel more nervous and vigilant because of the other party's tone.

Hugh trusted this man very much.

"What you want to do is too dangerous!" Hugh lowered his voice and said, "Don't come to me again, I've decided to break my contract with MI9, I know what you think, but it's really too dangerous, and it's almost impossible to succeed." ”

"That's not a reason to escape!"

I've never been on the same page as you! Audrey heard Hugh's heart.

Seeing that it was not possible to say heavy words, the person wearing the golden mask immediately changed his tone and became a lot more pleasant: "Come with me, today is the time to act...... You have sworn allegiance to His Majesty the Emperor with me before, why are you reluctant to go when the opportunity to be loyal is right in front of you? It was where He slept, and we just went to worship Him. If He Awakens, He will save Beckland. ”

"Nope." Hugh shook his head vigorously, "I've made up my mind not to participate in your actions, please don't come to me again." ”

Probably knowing the danger of saying this, Hugh was not stupid enough to turn around and leave, but stared straight at the other party, prepared all the means of defense and response, and just stepped back step by step.

The next moment, Hugh suddenly heard an explosion in his ears, and along with it, there was a rush of flames.

"Then you don't have to leave."

910

Lying on the couch, Trainor held a piece of letter in both hands, flipped it over and read it upside down several times, and finally asked the other person in the room:

"Let me summarize briefly, he called us to go on a business trip to Vrsack for a while, saying that we would travel at public expense, not passing through St. Millon, taking the popular winter tourist route, and drinking spirits and talking about life with exotic beauties, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it." Donn rubbed the stubble on his chin, "We've never traveled at public expense before!" ”

"Which one do you focus on?" Raymond interjected, "This looks like His Highness the Red Angel is looking for something for us. ”

Trenor put down the letter and thought it was true:

"I think Don is right, leader, we have never traveled at public expense before, and the red angel must have cheated when he called us out."

"It's really not a small opinion, I thought you would count yourself and your subordinates as traveling at public expense by lying about the budget, staying in the best hotel and first class on a cruise ship, a dress of 20 gold louis, opening a New Year's card at the Red Theater, and making false accounts and over-reimbursement of the mission."

"Also, don't learn any new words from the Mystery Church next door, we have only one leader, and that is His Highness the Red Angel."

Raymond was weird, and the two on the other side pretended not to hear it.

"I think it's acting, racking your brains to steal budgets and reimbursements is certainly part of playing the conspirators."

"That's it, why don't you count it, the task is also a task in the end, and we don't always encourage young people to fight wits and courage with finance."

"It's their job to get the budget and reimbursement."

Raymond was speechless: "Don't say these meaningless words, no matter what He tells us to go out and do, it must be time for us to work, and during this time I see that hunters can turn to sheriffs, or open up new ways to fishermen." ”

"Is the sequence 0 of this path called the Commander of the Air Force?"

Trainor answered quickly, and glanced with his eyes at Donn, who was oiling one of his high-grade fishing rods.

"Who is the commander of the Air Force to scold? I just caught a ten-pound fish yesterday, and the picture is linked to the heart, you won't see it. ”

"Eh, it's so big, which store bought it for me, I also recommend it, I've been eating foie gras steak and baked snails lately, and I'm tired of eating something else and want to change it."

Tang En quickly glanced up at Raymond, and then lowered his head again, and his face did not change: "If you want to buy fish, then you have to ask the head, the head got a bigger fish than me, and I look very greedy." ”

Raymond almost reflexively retorted that his fish were also artisanal and not bought from stores, and that ordinary fishermen were no longer allowed to enter the water along part of the coast of Intis, and most of Trier's rivers were off-limits.

But he reacted in the next second that he was also caught up in a meaningless bickering, and Raymond laughed angrily at the two subordinates who had been corrupted by indefinite leave, but fortunately he was already experienced in dealing with hunters.

Looking at one staring at the ceiling in a daze, one concentrating on wiping the fishing rod in his hand, two subordinates who were unwilling to talk about business, he cleared his throat:

"Anyway, this is the Red Angel calling us."

"His commands shall not be disobeyed."

"Also, don't forget what our duties are, and don't forget our sequence, from low to high, do you think your hands are used to hold fishing rods and forks?"

Facing the boss who had become serious, Trainor and Donn glanced at each other, one reluctantly got up on the sofa and sat upright, and the other put down the fishing rod and leather rag in his hand, and his attitude looked much more serious than just now.

"His will cannot be violated, and neither are your commands."

Tang En laughed: "Hey, in fact, I also felt that a bird had faded out of my hand, and it was just right to have a job to do, so if this fish is not fishing!" ”

Trainor tidied up his hair on the couch, reached out to get the potato chips on the table, and retracted his hand in Raymond's scrutinizing gaze, he rubbed his hands without any weakness, and began to analyze the headless text message just now:

"Let me speak first, I think His Highness the Red Angel must have encountered some kind of difficulty in St. Millon, and therefore he asks us to avoid all routes related to St. Millon. The so-called popular tourist routes, I think there should be a hint in the future...... There are two possibilities, either He is planning the route for us, or it is implying that we are entering from certain cities and will become 'lively' along the way. ”

With that, Trainor reached out and grabbed the tomato-flavored chips on the table as quickly as lightning, and the sound of clicking began to echo in the lounge.

Don looked left and right and coughed:

"I think so too."

"Maybe spirits and exotic beauties are the tips of His Highness the Red Angel, maybe you can start with a city rich in wine and beauties."

"Hmm...... It's not impossible. "But this kind of city has no clear official criteria like 'the most popular tourist city in Intis', some people think it's Trier, some people think it's a city-state with a view of snow-capped mountains or the sea, and if you look for it according to different criteria, you may get the opposite result, I think he just casually mentioned a vague message." ”

"You're right, but since He's telling us to go back later, we don't have to force an answer right now."

Raymond looked at them with satisfaction and said:

"Don't talk about what to eat at night in the psychic link."

The two of them shared a bag of potato chips as if nothing had happened, and Trainor said casually:

"His Royal Highness the Red Angel seems to be still in St. Milon now, but I'm afraid you can't pass on too much information, otherwise you won't have to call us a code."

"There are also a lot of Level 0 seals in the God of War Church, right? Taking one or two pieces and using them for one should indeed cause a lot of trouble, but now that it's so troublesome to even transmit information, it should be the use of seals with the ability to monitor and control. ”

Perhaps. Trainor has little interest in traveling to Fursac, of course, if a person is forced to watch the "Twilight Giant Hall" at sunrise at four o'clock in the morning on the mountain ten kilometers away when he is nine years old, he has not eaten all night, and the only meal he eats is still very unappetizing, heavy oil and heavy sugar, then naturally he will not have any interest in Fursac.

He looked at Raymond:

"Can I ......"

"I can't."

"You both go, you don't have to take me with you, if something happens, do you want to make a three-in-one?" Trainor spread his hands and began to tell his boss's hellish jokes, "I want to apply for a business trip to another place, and the Southern Continent can do that." ”

Before Raymond could speak, at that moment, a cat's paw reached out of Trainer's shadow and slapped a note up.

"Don't go to the Southern Continent"

"Ugh." The handwriting on the note was quite familiar, and Trainor couldn't think that he was temporarily blind, he wanted to stop talking, and he wanted to stop talking, "Then other countries in the Northern Continent can also ...... It's a bit dangerous, but I don't mind going to Rune. ”

"Neither can Rune." This time a call came straight to his ear, "I'm busy." ”

“……”

Trenor leaned back tactically, pondered his words for a moment, and asked cautiously, "What are you up to?" Thank you for following me and discussing exclusive trips with my colleagues in your busy schedule, what about the Southern Continent? ”

No one answered him, but there were voices in his ears, music, strange words, shouting, and gunshots.

TBC

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"Oh, there was another wire just now, and there was a small mess in Beckland an hour ago, and three blocks were caught up in it." Raymond looked at Trainor, "Are you still insisting that you want to go on a business trip somewhere else?" ”

Trenor frowned: "Forget it." ”

"I'd better wait for the popular tourist route that His Royal Highness the Red Angel has planned for us."

(End of chapter)