In particular, if Grandin wants to use these two abilities, he must also use the 'Flesh Badge' to assist. This made his suspicions of the badge even more serious.

There is nothing to say about the two abilities themselves, they are both quite powerful. The Shadow Grip transforms its own shadow into a physical form that grabs and binds enemies. It can also do things like 'Force Lock', lifting others in the air and strangling.

And 'Flesh Disintegration' is a bit of a curiosity, it can let some of its own flesh and blood through contact, into the target's body, and blast it from the inside of the target, which is equivalent to making others into a 'human flesh' bomb. It's a killer for restraining flesh creatures with strong defenses.

After washing up and getting dressed, Grandin rested in his room for a while. By half-past six, he would have to start preparing for today's journey in order to catch the first train, even if he was still in poor shape.

"Good morning, old Fury. Is there any breakfast? Please bring me a copy. ”

He went downstairs and sat down in his old seat, put his suitcase at his feet, and asked old Fury, who was sitting at the bar reading the newspaper.

The tavern had returned to quiet, and now only a few drunks were still lying on the table.

There are traces of a night of partying everywhere, and bartenders and part-time maids are cleaning up.

"What's wrong with you? You now look like a big baby who cried all night with a pillow because he left home for the first time. Old Fury glanced up at him from behind the newspaper, and although his mouth was poisonous, he beckoned to the back kitchen:

"Cookie, let's have a breakfast, be lighter."

Grandin's face was sickly pale, and he waved his hand, not wanting to speak at all.

This 'delicate beauty' made old Fury strange again:

"Tsk, it's a pity that our bard is a big muscular man. If he looks like you, I'm afraid he will still attract a lot of female customers to the tavern. ”

The chef called Cookie quickly brought breakfast to him.

A simple bowl of oatmeal with some locally-inspired corn chips in it. When the bowl of slightly hot porridge was drunk, there was more blood on his face.

At this time, the elder Fury pushed another cup of fragrant coffee.

"Filmer in the Paz Valley, boy, you're cheaper this time."

The Paz Valley, on the southern continent, is a premium coffee producing region, and Rune and Intis are currently vying for control of the Pals Valley. Due to the turbulent times, coffee production in the Pas Valley has decreased, which has increased the value of this coffee.

"It's bitter and fragrant, but next time I hope to add some milk and sugar." The pure bitter coffee lifted Grandin's languishing spirits.

"Hey, that's how you guys should drink! You seemed to be looking for Bourkeso yesterday? Need I let him know? ”

Seeing that Grandin had indeed regained his spirits, Old Fury then asked about another matter.

"No, it's just a small thing, let's talk about it when I get back, now I have to go."

Grandin's search for Bourkeso was to test his attitude towards the Church and to try to recruit him into the Night Watch team, which was not urgent.

After he finished speaking, he opened his pocket watch again and looked at it. Now that the first train departs in ten minutes, you can take a walk to the steam train station, which is not far away.

The steam train from Enmatt to Tingen, a luxurious first class seat costs 16 sucks, and Grandin readily bought the ticket – >>

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After waiting in the waiting hall for a while, he soon saw the train with more than twenty cars slowly moving from the platform. wap.. com

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In the city of Tingen, Klein, who had been on duty all night at the Charnis Gate and had received an extra shock, had returned home. Through divination on the gray mist, he confirmed the relationship between the 'Doom Muppets' and the Antigonus family.

After this tricky matter was dealt with, he didn't go to bed immediately to catch up on sleep. Instead, he took out the emperor's book, the book "Fourteen Love Poems for My Lover".

"As a native of Russell, I need to know him better, and I can't be compared to the natives."

He put his pocket watch on his desk and decided to read until ten o'clock in the morning before resting.

On the outskirts of Tingen, a house with a dark red chimney.

The green lawn in front of it is covered with a light gray color. This lifeless appearance naturally turned away all visitors, and even the postman who delivered the newspaper would not look here.

The drawstring on the doorbell, even if there is a breeze blowing, is always fixed in its original position.

In this house, by the bedroom window, there is a desk, and Ince Zangwill, with dark blonde hair, sits at the desk, flipping through his notes and carefully reviewing his script.

In the bedroom, except for the desk and bed, the rest of the furniture has been emptied. Its walls are filled with runes that symbolize blockade and inhibition.

On the ground is a huge 'shackle ceremony', and as long as the ritual is initiated, nothing is forbidden to leave the land without the permission of the owner of the ceremony.

Ince Zangwill felt that the measures were working, and that his life had been much quieter for at least a week.

He took out the ordinary-looking classical quill, which had a thin silver chain on the shaft. These thin chains are wound from the tip of the pen to the tail of the feather, and there are layers of magical logos and symbols on the chains.

This is also a means of sealing and suppression, although after making various restrictions, he has become a lot sluggish when using the quill himself, but it is better than frequent strange things.

He held up his pen, ready to add something to make his script work perfectly.

But at this moment, a great force burst out from the quill, and Ince Zangwill, who completely lost control of his fingers, was carried by the quill, and wrote in his notebook:

'An unsolicited night watchman sneaked into Tingen by train. He'd supported Tingen's Nightwatchman team before, so what was his purpose this time? Who does he represent? Will he affect Ince Zangwill's plans? ’

After writing this, the quill regained its quietness.

Ince Zangwill stared at the quill, watching the layers of blocked silver chains slip off the barrel. His expression was dazed at first, then immediately turned to rage and hideousness. He immediately wrote:

This night watchman has his own agenda, and he will not meddle in matters that have nothing to do with him. ’

He thought for a moment, took a deep breath and wrote again:

He's done well and he's leaving Tingen today. ’

This time the quill did not resist, and it quietly allowed Ince Zangwill to write as he pleased.

The bedroom clock rang the hour, and the hands on the dial reached eleven o'clock.

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As the whistle of the steam train blew, Grandin stepped off the train with his small suitcase and hat in his hand.