Intis.

Sitting on the steam train, staring grimly at the receding scenery outside the window, Banabe could easily see in the distance the hills divided into various mountain estates, and the trellises on the terraces of the Ole department were as neatly arranged as he remembered, like steles standing in the twilight.

I don't know if the taste is similar to what I remember.

He had not returned to the department of Ole for many years, and the grape juice in his memory had faded, even with those buried six feet under.

It is very likely that they were intentional, and even said that they were going to meet here, and who knows what they were doing.

In danger of life in Ole?

Banabemer recited the words of divination, flicked up a silver coin, and watched it flip and fall, revealing a clump of vetiver irises on the back of his hand.

Back, negative.

But the results of such divination did not make Banabe completely relieved. For a cautious enough "soothsayer", there is a limit to the results of divination.

If it hadn't been disturbed, maybe there would have been no danger in this meeting, and I don't know who it would have been, whether it was one of the acquaintances I knew.

Banabe slipped the silver coin into the pocket of his tuxedo, which had been replaced by a brand new one, only a wider size than his figure, and a dark green bow tie with gold threads, which was a bit too ostentatious for him.

The ill-fitting outfit, Banabe didn't spend a single coin, it was won purely by betting on someone else's hand.

He held an unlit cigarette in his hand, turning it slowly as he thought, only occasionally shaking slightly as someone passed down the aisle.

He couldn't be so tight any longer, it would only expose himself to the anomaly.

Ordinary heart...... Banabe frowned and squeezed his cigarette tightly.

That old guy has been crazy for so many years, and how long can he last when he is fully awake this time? Who knows if he'll go crazy again. Mr. "Fool" ruined the life-threatening restriction for me, will the old guy find out? He couldn't have noticed it......

Banabe had no choice but to run away or go back, and it seemed that there was only destruction.

It was an angel of the "soothsayer" path, and he still had an extremely thin blood relationship, but this was still a connection, enough for the other party to hold his life, not to mention, Banabe was also in the tantric order, leaving a "mark" that could be divined.

Unless it's through death, it's hard to get rid of these occult connections, at least not now.

He had now agreed to go back to the Secret Order, and he could delay it for a while, which was like giving a short postponement to a death sentence that had to come.

"I'm bored."

Banabe took out the cigarette case, put the unlit cigarette back, and as the train slowly stopped, he sighed heavily and walked to the entrance and exit of the carriage.

A teenager who was only as tall as Banabe's shoulders squeezed through the car door and slammed into Banabe's side shoulder, but because of his misestimation of Banabe, he stumbled and almost lost his balance.

Banabe grabbed the young man's wrist with his backhand and lowered his voice: "Stupid, it takes not only methods but also brains to hide people's eyes and ears, you chose the wrong target in the first place." ”

Then Banabe shook off the boy's wrist heavily, and without looking at the thief's pale face, he strode to the platform.

As he looked around the platform, he saw a familiar person: the lady's black curls were loosely tucked behind her head, there were two small moles at the corners of her mouth, she was wearing a long black lace-trimmed dress, but a yellow rose was pinned to her chest, a wide-brimmed straw hat blocked the light, and below was a face with heavy makeup and red lips and a smile.

Banabe sighed inwardly and stepped forward with a reluctant face: "Margarita, good afternoon. ”

The woman sat up from the bench, gently put her hand on Banabe's shoulder, and pushed him slightly towards the outside of the station: "And you didn't run away, it's a good thing, it's a surprise for you and me, boy." ”

"Damn, you can't just stop using that-"

Banabe's grumbling came to an abrupt end, and a strong chill from his spiritual intuition choked all the words that followed in his throat, almost suffocating.

"Not many years have passed, but my memories of those years are too vague," Margarita patted Banabe's hand on the shoulder, her tone still so coquettish, "you remind me of your great-grandfather, with the same tone and attitude, who refused to even carry on the family tradition and refuse to be a 'soothsayer'. ”

Margarita walked up to Banabe, kept her palm on Banabe's shoulder, looked at him quietly for a moment, looked at Banabe's eyebrows carefully, and sketched out some of the figures in her memories—children, teenagers, youths, middle-aged, dead people who had not grown old.

The smile on Margarita's lips was very charming, quite in line with her appearance and temperament, but it had nothing to do with the words she blurted out: "Not long after he left the family, I fell into a madness because of something, but fortunately, there are members who have tracked down the whereabouts of you and your mother according to the mission I left behind." ”

There weren't many passers-by at the exit of the station, and they were getting scarcer, but as they walked by, they didn't look at the place at all, as if these two people didn't exist at all.

"No, no, you're not ......"

This is not Margarita.

The chill in Banabe's back almost pierced his spine, and he stiffened, his mind turbulent under the invisible intimidation.

"Your spiritual intuition has been strengthened, and you can perceive anomalies so keenly, I don't know if you feel it, or if you deduce it?" There was a hint of appreciation in Margarita's eyes, "You are very talented, young puppet master, although not the best young man I have ever met, but still very remarkable. ”

Banabe knew that the other party didn't even need to control his spirit thread, which would have made him have no ability to resist, and he quickly thought about a way out in his mind, but he never broke free from the woman's hand on his shoulder.

I don't see any possibilities.

Banabe closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and grinned insolently, revealing a pompous smile: "What about Margarita?" You're not going to make her a secret puppet, dear Ancestor. ”

Margarita laughed coquettishly, and her crisp voice was very pleasant: "Of course not! I don't need to, every secret puppet in my hand can change appearance at will. But since you mentioned it, I found that you don't seem to have your own secret couple, which is not good, obviously there are many opportunities at sea. ”

"I'm in a hurry to come back and don't have that much time to prepare." Banabe said dryly that this level of lying was very pleasant to him.

"The thief just now seems to be good, since he sent it himself." Margarita said.

Banabe just shook his head slightly: "The secret puppet must at least work, a young thief?" I don't see any value in him. ”

Margarita saw that Banabe's mouth was hard, she gently grabbed Banabe's shoulders and continued to walk out with him: "Let's go, it just so happens that you have been promoted, I don't need to bother to arrange the ceremony for you anymore." There are other tasks to be given to you, very important tasks, if you've heard the name......"

"May I ask what it is?"

"Go to Rune, go to Beckland, look for people who believe in the name 'Fool', anyone. Game 8 will not provide a specific identity, only some contacts, and the rest will be on your own. ”

Banabe's body stiffened for a moment, but the smile on his face became natural: "Haha, let 'me' find a secret believer?" Can't you find a secret mage in the Secret Order? ”

"It's not a request, it's an order, kid."

Banabe, retracting all expressions, looked indifferently at the smiling Margarita, and after a moment he hung his head feebly, the frustration almost dripping from him.

Banabe shook his head and whispered, "I see." 'Your will is up to me'. I'll go. ”

Margarita looked appreciative again: "Good." Now go and take me to your mother's grave. ”

——

East Bailang, the city of Gulain.

As Klein boarded the dock, a lazy chirp came from the small box he was carrying.

This is clearly urging.

"I know, when I find a hotel to put away my things, you can come out for activities."

However, before that, Crane had to get rid of the two "stalkers" arranged by the military, he didn't like to keep his tail hanging behind him to monitor his movements, and Crane also planned to replenish himself with a suitable secret couple, he couldn't do these things under the nose of the military.

Most of the houses in Gulain are built on the hill, along the slope of the road, like long snakes winding and winding. The relatively flat and spacious places have become squares or markets where citizens have more frequent activities.

When Klein saw someone traveling in a "coffin", he couldn't help but take a few more looks. This is a characteristic of the Southern Continent originating from the worship of the god of death, which is basically not seen in other places, and the living people use the deceased's box as a means of transportation, which still makes him feel quite peculiar.

Klein walked towards a bar with frequent people coming and going, and the two stalkers didn't dare to get too close, and if they were perceived, such surveillance would be meaningless, and they could only fall behind them at a distance.

Taking advantage of the crowd, Crane quickly flashed to the back door of the bar, and he opened the door of the small box, and Nornes quickly flew out of it, jumping twice on Crane's shoulder.

Crane took out the cloak from the cramped little box and draped it over as he quickly shook it off, and said to the lark, "Hide and leave, and look for me in ten minutes." ”

The lark nodded, and flew straight out of the back window of the tavern.

Crane wrapped his cloak and raised his hand, his complexion darkened, and his facial features became indistinguishable from those of the local Southern Continent, with a curly beard.

He didn't put on a hood, but wrapped his cloak tightly and hid his chest underneath.

Crane walked briskly out of the tavern, calmly brushing shoulders with the two watchers looking around. (End of chapter)