A hermit of fate?

Is it the secret organization that the descendants of the Jacob family, the Zoroasrid family, and the other extraordinary ones of the "thief" path?

What do they ask me for? Could it be that Quinn is a member of their organization? After tracking me down, you decided to avenge him?

No way, I didn't find that badge!

A lot of ideas came to Glerint's head, and then he pressed them down.

Now is not the time to think about these!

"Jim, hide from the balcony in the next room."

He commanded in a calm whisper.

Jim, who rarely saw Glerlint so nervous and serious, was a little flustered for a moment, didn't dare to say anything, and jumped to the windowsill with agility.

"Have the lady wait for me in the living room."

"I'll be there shortly."

He then quickly put on the Ring of the Law and put the "witch's vanity mirror" in his pocket.

As for the "Fury", he did not carry.

It's not that there is a fear of side effects, but that the extraordinary people of the "thief" approach are often particularly nimble and weird.

Violent equipment like "Fury" is not suitable for use against "Stealer" sequencers who are extraordinary.

Two powerful magical items gave Glerint some confidence, but he wasn't reassured.

Instead, he took out the divination gold coin "Change" and popped it up with a bang.

"The lady who visited had bad intentions."

The gold coin fell straight back into the palm of your hand.

The pre-information is insufficient, and the divination fails.

Indifferently putting away the "change", Glerint straightened his clothes a little, and went to the reception room with a blank face.

"We don't seem to know each other, miss."

Gleilynt frowned unabashedly and looked at the girl in front of her.

He looked to be about his age, with beautiful blonde hair, and she tied a high ponytail with a blue lace hair tie, revealing a smooth forehead.

On the upper body, she wears a small and delicate tight leather jacket, a white shirt tucked under beige jeans, surrounded by a girl's youth, and deep calfskin boots under her slender legs.

The most impressive thing is that her dark brown eyes are very clear and bright, as if they can penetrate the darkness of people's hearts.

She didn't touch the coffee prepared by the servant, but glanced at the door that Glerlint had just closed, and her lips opened lightly:

"No need to know."

"I'm just here to confirm one thing to you."

Her voice was rather soft.

Glerint didn't answer, the thoughts in his head spinning rapidly.

"Quinn's extraordinary traits are in your hands?"

The girl's attitude was quite direct, her eyes staring straight at his pupils.

"So to speak."

Glerint narrowed his eyes slightly as if evasively, not trying to deny it.

At the same time, the muscles in his back tensed, and his right hand stealthily rubbed the ring, ready to attack at any moment.

Since the other party has found him, at least he can be sure that Quinn was killed by him.

There is no point in forcibly quibbling!

"What do you want to do?"

He asked warily.

The girl frowned slightly at his defense.

"As a nobleman, you should be an official extraordinary, right?"

"The 'Fraudster' trait shouldn't be of much value to you."

"I'm willing to buy it back for £800."

The extraordinary properties of Sequence Eight are generally worth between £600 and £700. Judging from this offer, Glerint believes that the other party has a certain sincerity.

However, it is impossible for him to come up with the extraordinary characteristics of "swindler"!

Without answering her words, Glerint turned to ask:

"Just now, when my servant informed me, you said that you call yourself a 'hermit of fate'?"

"Is your surname Jacob or Zoroaster?"

"Who are you? Why do you know these two surnames? ”

The girl stood up suddenly, and the panic on her face could not be concealed.

God knows she's just bluffing Glerint with the title of the organization, just to take the initiative in the conversation.

She felt that it was impossible for ordinary extraordinary people to know the name.

Who knew that the other party even revealed the old bottom of her organization.

She glanced quickly at Glerint's face and took a step towards the window, ready to flee at any moment.

"Miss, this is the fourth floor."

"The last one to jump off the building was Quinn."

Glerin briefly explained and reminded him, hoping that even if the other party was Quinn's friend, he would not be too hostile to him.

As for revealing the other party's secrets, he did so for the two purposes of grasping the initiative in the conversation and planning a follow-up formula for Jim.

"Just as you didn't directly force me to hand over the 'cheater' trait, miss, I don't have any ill will towards you."

"I think we at least have the possibility and necessity of peaceful talks."

"At the very least, you should introduce yourself to me first."

"It's courtesy."

There was a slight hesitation, but the girl was still moved by the other party's gentle words and handsome appearance.

She raised her head and said proudly:

"Carol Jacob, my name."

Members of the Jacob family!

Although Gleilint was not surprised, he still couldn't hide his surprise and said:

"A beautiful name, it is as worthy of praise as every gentleman as your looks."

It seems that it is not often to hear such straightforward praise, and the girl's tense face is inevitably dyed a little red.

But even so, she was still close to the window, ready to run for her life.

Seeing that the other party was so vigilant, Glerint couldn't help but feel a lot more relieved.

She shouldn't be a particularly powerful extraordinary, otherwise she wouldn't be so timid.

But she should also be no lower than Sequence Seven!

Otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to go straight to the door knowing she had killed Quinn.

Seeing this, Glerint sat down on the couch with a pretended frankness, and said:

"You don't have to be too nervous, Miss Jacob."

"Please sit down and listen to me about that trait."

"I think a beautiful and forgiving lady is able to understand and forgive my actions."

Immediately, he took a sip of his black tea with his left hand to show his relaxation.

In this process, he fully displayed his eloquence as a "lawyer", distorting and guiding the other party's thinking to a certain extent, making her feel cordial and willing to believe.

Unwary of such gentle and comforting words, the girl was successfully infected by his words, and hesitated to sit back in her place.

"I guess Quinn isn't a member of your family."

"So we don't have irreconcilable contradictions, do we?"

In this regard, the girl did not deny it:

"Yes, he's not even a member of our organization."

"He accidentally killed a member of our organization, and that's why he got the potion recipe and extraordinary properties."

"With the goal of 'trying not to let the characteristics of the sequence leak out,' I followed the clues and found you."

If that's all there is to it, it seems much safer to have an experienced member recycle.

Grelynt didn't debunk the girl's lies, nodded and pretended to believe it.

"I see."

"Here's my case: Quinn approached me and tried to 'scam,' and he didn't expect me to be extraordinary."

"After I debunked it, I had a little bit of a fight with him."

"I don't know my specific strength, he chose to jump out of the window to escape, but I didn't expect that the side where he jumped out of the window was the fourth floor."

"And then he accidentally fell to his death."

Fell to his death......

Hearing this absurd reason, Carol only found it quite funny and ridiculous.