The Letner Opera House in L'Aleille.

Chief Filoi Mea of the Secret Service sat in Box 3 on the second floor of the opera house with a black-robed man.

This black-robed man bears some resemblance to Philoimea's appearance.

Filomea's eyes were deep and cold, and he frowned with displeasure as he looked coldly at the intoxicating opera.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the black-robed man and spoke, and under his voice, which was not loud or emotional, there was a kind of official authority that could not be objected to and questioned.

"Did you send someone to intercept and kill one of our chief police officers! I've heard that someone has seen you at the auction, otherwise a few first- and second-order low-level transcendents wouldn't dare to go wild in such a blatant way in Lalaye.

Do you think it's as simple as stabbing anyone who is unhappy with you?

Do you think that all the underground forces in Lalaye are bloody in your Black Soul Society, and they dare to intercept and kill the sheriff for the sake of something outside the body, and you are all cowards when we are the police?

If you don't inquire clearly before the interception, I didn't expect you to send a good hand to intercept and kill, and you were killed like mowing grass.

Do you know that if this matter is reported to the Chief Inspector, all your layouts in Laleiye will be lost, don't think that you are a little, I don't know, I just don't bother to talk about you.

The chief police inspector knows, in order to maintain his face, when the time comes, all of you Black Soul Society will die, do you know how big a thing this is?"

My dear brother, you are gambling with the Black Soul Society's power in Lalaye and your life and death, and you dare to bet?"

"Childish!!"

Gary Tritlito listened to the lesson one sentence after another, and he raised his head to meet Filoimea's eyes, and the whole box suddenly became a little cold.

After a long while, Gary Tritto gave up his silence and said with a smile:

"Brother, I'm not fine now. ”

After hearing this, Filomea sneered and said, "So you think it's good to be like this now?"

He picked up the teacup on the coffee table and took a sip before saying, "Let me tell you, my brother is about to be promoted to the royal capital recently, you are the branch chief of the Black Soul Society, take care of yourself for me, don't make trouble for me at this time, understand?"

Gary Tritto nodded like a chicken pecking rice and reassured: "Understood, during this time, I will definitely stay quietly in the Raleye branch of the Black Soul Society, and I will never cause trouble." ”

Filomea had a look of hatred on his face, and said helplessly: "In the future, change your habit of using your hands first and then your brain, fortunately it is my subordinates who can suppress it."

My subordinate is a third-order transcendent, you wait to prepare some good things, preferably a third-order can use strange things, I will bring him tomorrow, and this matter will be over.

Gary, you can have a snack from now on. ”

"Brother, I listen to you, I'll send someone to fetch strange things. ”

After Gary Tritto finished speaking, he beckoned to the members of the Black Soul Society next to him.

The middle-aged Black Soul Club member quickly walked to his side, bent down slightly, and asked in a low voice:

"President, what do you command?"

"Bring the mid-level bat-winged artifacts from the treasure trove. Gary Tritto thought carefully before telling him.

"Yes!"

The middle-aged Black Soul member left the box directly after answering.

Twenty minutes later, just as the opera was about to end, the mid-level bat-winged artifact arrived.

This bat wing is blood red all over, and it looks a little strange, and I don't want the normal bat wing to be black all over.

"Brother, I'm bleeding profusely, this bat wing is from the bat wing of a vampire bat, a mid-level flying curiosity. ”

"I know, I'll take this, this matter is over, and also, give me a low profile recently. ”

As soon as Philoimea finished speaking, the opera house ended, and he waved his hand to Gary and left.

After a while, Gary Tritto also returned to the Black Soul Society's branch headquarters in the Laleye Market District.

Gary Tritlito gathered all the backbones together, announced the recent plans, and emphasized that everyone must not cause trouble in the near future, and must be a man with his tail between his legs.

A backbone asked with a puzzled face: "President, when will our days end?"

"Well, I'll hold a meeting to inform all the backbones here. Okay, do you have any questions?" asked Gary Trito.

"Nope!"

"No problem!"

"Nope!"

"Not really. ”

The crowd replied.

"Alright, let's dismiss the meeting!"

Gary Tritto left first.

A group of backbones also followed suit and left.

............

In a simple but luxurious attic, the bronze statue with a fish-like head, gills, webbed hands and feet, and a body with scales, a thick tail and dorsal fin extending from head to tail still looks good.

Adorned in front of the statue were stumps and entrails, and the man in the white police uniform looked crazy and saluted with both hands.

He kept doing a strange dance, and while shaking his hands, he kept chanting aloud:

"Great Neptune Dagon, you are omniscient and omnipotent, you are the king of the deep, the embodiment of the essence of the sea, the master of the deep divers,............"

"I will dedicate myself to serving you, to follow your will, to spread your faith in the world, and to proclaim your divine ............"

"Your believers have something to report to you and welcome your coming......"

Suddenly, the offering in front of the statue disappeared.

Immediately after that, a dazzling light enveloped the entire attic, and an evil aura filled the entire space, and streams of white mist poured out from the bronze statue, and a black shadow appeared, and suddenly the fishy smell of the entire attic became heavier.

"What do you have to report today?"

The black shadow gradually came to the bright place, the head was fish-like with gills, the eyes were extremely protruding, the hands and feet were webbed, but the human body had small scales and an extremely short tail, like a fishman and a frogman.

It turned out to be the priest of the deep sea evil god of the deep diving tribe - Gusta Hunt and Deep Dive, the son of the sea.

The man in the white police uniform first organized his words, and then said solemnly: "Your Excellency, just yesterday, the hub of the central circle of sacrifices was personally laid down by me in the police station located in the center of the city. ”

As he listened, the Evil God Priest kept turning the blue bone staff in his hand, and he said in a deep voice, "You did a good job, the layout of our deep dive tribe is still a week away, and you can take revenge when it is done." ”

The man in the white police uniform asked curiously:

"I see, so what is my mission this time?"

The Evil God Priest paused, then said slowly, "You just need to wait for the call of the gods. ”

"Yes! The man in the white police uniform said.