MI2 is set up in a secret underground stronghold.

The crisp sound of a typewriter echoes in the air, the smoke from cigarette burning is swept by the workers who walk by, and the huge office is still noisy and lively, everyone prostrate at their desks, focusing on the work in their hands.

Several figures dressed in black stand-up collar suits, led by the soldiers of the Second Division, walked through the office area, entered the corridor at the rear, and stopped in front of the door of Acting Commander Merst.

The soldier knocked on the door, reported, pushed open the door, and turned sideways to let him go.

Behind him, a figure streamed in, stepping into Merster's office.

There was a "click" and the door closed.

Merst sat down in his seat, did not stand up to greet the visitor, but pointed to the chair across the table and said:

"We both know each other, so let's skip the polite part. Have a seat. Is there anything I'd like you to come over for yourself? ”

There were three visitors in total.

A flash of light flashed on their bodies, and they removed their disguises, changing from wearing black formal clothes to golden-white magic robes.

It was none other than Lamont, the Pure Light Wizard who had stayed in the City of Recovery, and his two companions.

About half an hour ago, Merster had received letters from both the Leyline Pillars and the Pure Light Court.

The letter from the Pure Light Court was a notice to the effect that there was something on his side to ask Merst in person, and that he would cast some detection spells to make sure that Merst was not lying.

The letter from the Pillar of the Leylines came from Merster's current mentor, who told him to assist in the investigation of the Pure Light Court, and he answered whatever the Pure Light Wizard asked.

The fact that the Mentor can persuade him to cooperate with the Pure Light Court shows that the matter that the Pure Light Wizard is investigating is very serious, and it is related to the Land of Recovery.

Merst recalled, it doesn't seem like anything big lately, right?

The recovery city is peaceful and orderly.

It's just that the necromancy in the tomb is a little too quiet, could it be that the Pure Light Court is here for this?

With the question mark in his mind, Merster invited the visiting wizards of the Pure Light to sit down, and then brought the teacup with the "wizard's hand".

Lamont sat side by side, Lamont in the middle.

He pondered his tone and asked:

"You should have received a letter cooperating with our investigation, right?"

"Yes." Merst nodded slightly, and the light and shadow on the silver-white metal mask flickered:

"Can you tell me more about it? I don't think anything big has happened lately, right? ”

"Something did happen, but only a very small number of people knew about it so far."

Lamont had met with Merst a few times before, and there was a slight friendship between the two, so he spoke calmly and contemplatingly, so that the other party could figure out what was going on:

"That's right, Merst. About three days ago, an extremely important magic item was lost from the Pure Light Court's stronghold in Resuscitation City..."

Merst's face was a little tighter.

Secretly, he felt that he had something to do with it, or somebody he knew, but he couldn't remember who that person was...

Merster wore a mask on his face, a metallic camouflage that did a good job of believing his expression, giving him plenty of time to adjust to his mindset.

As Lamont listened to what had happened, Merst pondered.

Gradually, he remembered something.

I seem to have signed a rather mysterious soul contract recently.

Merster held his breath and felt his spiritual ocean, and found the phantom of this soul contract in the ocean full of energy points.

After reading it again, Merst's heart raced.

Nine times out of ten, it was the signatory of this contract who stole the things of the Pure Light Court!

Why?

Because the content of this soul contract is extremely simple, but it is also very strict.

At the cost of a large sum of soul energy, the contractor made Merst drink a potion of oblivion.

Nope.

That's all there is to the contract.

Merster couldn't even remember when he drank the potion and forgot something, and who the contractor was.

Without even thinking about it, just based on the experience that Merster had accumulated over the years of intrigue with the Death Society and the Necronomicon Sect, he could determine:

It must be this hidden contractor who stole the things of the Pure Light Court.

Even if he didn't steal it, he must have something to do with it.

But who is this guy?

And how did he find himself, convince himself to drink the potion, and actively forget his memory?

Is it just the soul energy he gives?

Merst examined his spiritual ocean and found a sum of soul energy as high as 3 million points.

All right.

The mysterious man did convince himself at the time that 3 million soul energy points was not a small amount, and he could indeed buy himself...

But what exactly is the origin of that man?

Merst frowned in thought.

He glanced at the Lamont trio sitting across from him.

I really didn't expect that he, the acting commander of MI2, would one day become the subject of someone else's investigation, and he was indeed related to the incident.

This gave Merst a hint of comical feeling in his heart.

He quickly calmed down and erased the strangeness from his mind.

At this point, he knew that he was on the thief ship of the mysterious man.

The wisest way is to keep silent about the soul contract.

In the case of having already drunk the Forgetting Potion and forgetting the relevant memories, even if the Pure Light Court used the spell of searching for memories, don't try to find any clues from him.

Merst still has some experience in this area.

He patiently listened to Lamont's words, lit a cigarette for himself, and said as he smoked:

"I probably know what's going on. I regret the loss of the Pure Light Court. However, although I am a wizard of the Leyline Pillar, I only have the strength of the Three Rings, and I am only responsible for the military affairs within the empire in the Land of Recovery. I'm afraid I won't be able to help the Pure Light Court. ”

Merst slowly exhaled smoke:

"Or do you think that the Death Society and the Necromantic Sect orchestrated this incident. If that's the case, I can really share with you some of the latest MI2 information. ”

Seeing that Merst was calm, Lamont smiled and said:

"We do want to ask you for a copy of MI2. We want to know where members of the Necronomion have appeared recently. Of course, we also want to know about the movements of the Death Society, even if the Death Society is also the wizard force of the Unas Ring. ”

"Yes, no problem. Wait a minute. I'll ask someone outside to prepare the document and send it to you. ”

Merst tapped the metal horn on the table with his knuckles and muttered something into the horn.

The speaker is a microphone that, when activated, can be used to relay his commands to the clerical office next door.

Having arranged the paperwork, Merst leaned back in his chair and asked:

"Anything else?"

Lamont and his companion looked at each other, exchanged glances, and said with a smile that was difficult for a strong man:

"We need to ask you a few questions. As you answer, my companion will cast a detection spell to determine if your answer is true. Of course, you're not a witch. You have the right to refuse. We don't force it. ”

As if hearing the joke, Merster laughed out loud:

"Forget it, Lamont. I still have some understanding of your Pure Light Court's style. Maybe if I refuse now, it won't be long before you bring me to court with a warrant for interrogation. ”

Merst shook his hand at Lamont, who was smiling awkwardly:

"Just ask. Time is precious for both of us. ”

"Then let's get started." Lamont gave his companion a look.

The two Pure Light Wizards, who were sitting beside Lamont, rose from their chairs, drew their ivory wands, and sprinkled the room with a golden glow of magic.

For a while, there were many more golden-white points of light suspended in the air in the office.

Lamont sat back in his chair and asked Merst:

"Please dictate what you have experienced in the last seven days, in chronological order, from near and far. Be sure to be precise and as detailed as possible. ”

Merst smoked a cigarette and said in the same tone:

"I don't have much to say about it. In addition to staying here and working all day, I meditate in my room. But since you asked, I will definitely give you a definite answer. Let me reminisce carefully..."

"Whew~"

Merster took a puff of his cigarette and started with what had happened seven days earlier.

A full hour passed before Merst finished speaking.

There was nothing unusual about the small spots of light suspended in the air.

Lamont's companion nodded slightly at Lamont, indicating that Merst was not lying.

Lamont himself has a "perception of lies".

From beginning to end, he didn't hear the bell that symbolized that the other party was lying.

However, that doesn't mean Merst is fine.

The fact that the detection spell and the "Perception of Lies" did not respond, only that what Merster said was true, and that did not mean that he was not deliberately hiding anything.

So, Lamont asked:

"Did you omit some information?"

Merst shrugged his shoulders:

"That's for sure. Something involves the palace, you know what I mean. I can't shake all the things about my daddy, right? ”

Lamont still didn't hear the bell.

He asked:

"And what you are hiding, is it related to the theft?"

Merster rubbed his chin, realizing that Lamont was a bit of a problem, and that he had to come up with something to stop the other party's doubts in time, otherwise sooner or later he would be unearthed about the fact that he had drunk the Forgetfulness Potion.

"I'm not sure if it had anything to do with the theft." Merce lit a cigarette ash:

"Why don't I show you something and judge it yourself?"

"Please." Lamont gestured.

Merst opened the drawer, took out a file bag and placed it on the table, and poured out the photographs.

The content of the photograph is a mysterious pattern painted on the walls and floors.

"Some of my older brothers and sisters have defected to the Necromantic Sect. My investigators found these strange patterns in their dwellings. ”

Merst poked the photo with his fingertips:

"These files are involved in Daddy's scandal, so please forgive me for hiding something just now."

Lamont picked up the photo, looked at it, and asked casually:

"Have you shown these pictures to anyone else?"

"Someone else? Do you mean someone other than the MI2 investigator who is responsible for investigating these lines? My answer is no. The only people who could see these pictures were me and a handful of investigators. ”

Merster's answer did not allow Lamont to hear the bells.

Lamont stacked the finished photos and stuffed them back into her file bag.

After a few seconds of silence, he said:

"Merster, I have one last question left."

"Excuse me." Merster's heart raced.

"Have you recently drunk a potion of oblivion?"

Hearing this, Merster's throat instinctively stirred slightly because of nervousness, but fortunately he restrained it in time.

"Nope. I haven't drunk that stuff. ”

Merst finished speaking, scanning the light in the air with his peripheral vision.

The golden-white point of light was business as usual, and nothing changed.

This made Merst wonder, could it be that these spell points used to detect lies were fake?

Or is his level of lying high enough to be able to deceive and detect spells?

Lamont didn't pay much attention to Merster's reaction, he had been mindfully feeling his extraordinary abilities.

"Perception of lies", still without warning.

Merster wasn't lying.

In that case, this three-ring wizard who is in a high position in the empire really has nothing to do with the theft...

Lamont asks his companion to disarm the spell.

He squeezed out a smile and chatted with Merst for a few words, then took the information set and left.

After the three Wizards of Light were gone, Merst leaned back in his chair, unable to figure out why the Detection Spell hadn't recognized his lie...

"Could it be that I was born to be a ??? of the Dry Tek?"

Merst muttered to himself.

Li Nuo, who was on Island 33, heard Merster's self-talk, and a smile appeared on his face.

Born to work with Teko?

.

I'm helping you.

Leno laughed and turned off the "tracking mark" on Merst's body.

The last time he signed a soul contract with the other party, Li Nuo put a "tracking mark" on him.

At that time, the assassination angel had not yet left.

He protected the spell mark with the original Veil of Otherworldhood, and handed over control of the Veil of Otherworldhood to Lenovo.

To this day, the "Veil of Otherworldliness" still exists in Merster's body.

This "veil of separation" consumed a lot of power to assassinate angels.

About another three or four days will pass before the "Veil of Otherworld" on Merster's body disappears.

During this period, as long as Li Nuo activates the "Veil of Otherworldliness" on Merster's body in time, he can accurately help the other party block the detection spell and Lamont's "Lie Perception".

In order to find out the movements of the Pure Light Court and the Metal Ancestral Dragon in the first place, Li Nuo has been secretly observing the situation in Merst with his magical vision for the past few days.

It was because of this move that he learned of Lamont's arrival, and naturally covered up the lie for Merster and erased his own feet.

Presumably, after Lamont's visit was fruitless, the Pure Light Court would completely remove Merster from the list of suspects.

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