In the room full of books, Firth and Hugh, who were standing by the window, had become two trembling little quails, and could only try to pretend that nothing had happened.

"Yes, it's a friendly expression!" Firth, who was a little ahead, replied, raising his voice to embolden himself.

Her brown eyes were glancing around, but she didn't dare to make eye contact with the black-haired young man at the door. But after a few seconds, he realized that the strange expression might reveal information, so he tried to hold his face and stared down at his toes.

Hugh even pretended to be a wooden man motionlessly.

At this moment, the thoughts in the minds of the two girls reached an unprecedented unanimity.

Glerint, you're hurting me!!

They angrily beat the viscount who "lied about the military situation" in their hearts.

Suspicious of the extraordinary? Ordinary small staff?

Not at all!

Before seeing the face, they never imagined that this high-sequence boss who could easily press them to the ground and rub them would be dressed as a "little assistant of the office" in real life.

Even the last time they met each other in a clothing store, they still thought that his main job was to be a cultist with a bit of conscience, or a disguised conspirator.

His aura is even more terrifying than that of Mr. A of the Aurora Society.

The good news is that, because Agger was dressed differently when he first robbed Hugh, Foirth and Hugh at least did not associate him with the apostle of the evil god described on the church's wanted notice.

They just secretly howl in their hearts about their bad luck.

On the other side, Gleilint, who was standing at the door of the study, cast a puzzled look at the two, not understanding Furth's attitude of suddenly turning 180 degrees: "Huh? All right. ”

Confused, he continued to introduce Yager: "These two are Miss Folth and Miss Hugh, you know each other. ”

"Hello." Yager greeted the two.

The two teenage chicks nodded in response.

Hugh: "Hello hello! ”

Firth: "yes, yes! ”

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What to say!

Hugh's hand behind his back pinched Furth hard.

The two almost performed a sitcom in their study.

The afterglow of the sunset outside the window shone on them, gilding the originally tense atmosphere with a layer of warm light, and becoming lighter and more interesting.

“…….”

I can see it.

Seeing this scene, Yager was speechless even with the corners of his mouth slightly pursed.

I am so grateful to both ladies for consciously intimidating themselves.

In fact, the purpose of his visit today, in addition to obtaining some information about the Tudor Empire from Viscount Gleilint, was mainly to take the opportunity to meet Earl Hall's daughter, Miss Audrey, and to find clues about the Psychological Alchemy Society and further royal family.

As for Firth and Hugh, well, they were still in value to provide some information before he got his hands on the extraordinary information of the Night Church, but for now.

They seem to have less room to investigate than the passive Detective Moriarty.

Just take a look at it as an additive.

"I can't talk about acquaintance, but I've had the pleasure of meeting the two ladies a few times before," Yager calmly hinted at the two confessions, and then changed the subject lightly, "Thank you very much for the invitation, Mr. Viscount." Is there anything I can help with today? ”

He walked into the study and closed the heavy wooden door behind him.

The soft sound of the lock cylinder made the trembling quail*2 shake again.

In the golden sunset, only Viscount Glerint was still unconsciously thinking about his becoming extraordinary, rubbing his hands excitedly, and asked vaguely: "I have heard that you, like Miss Folth, have some knowledge of unusual things?" “

The Viscount's sparkling eyes glanced at the Folth and blinked vigorously.

He was hinting at the specific relationship they had told several of them.

Glerint's idea was that since Yager and Firth knew each other, they could probably be trusted, and he could start asking about each other's extraordinary related content later.

But this puts Forth and Hugh in an unjust position......

They're tempted to say, 'He's not trustworthy', okay?!

If only they could say this for the second time in their lives!

Even if Yager only verbally threatened them twice, it obviously didn't mean that they could break the agreement.

Say, the head is not safe, but let's not say it, the guilt of passing the danger to Glerint is with him.

The two delicate faces of Furth and Hugh collapsed tightly, and they were at a loss for a while, not knowing what to do.

The subject of the questioning rescued them.

"You mean, the Extraordinary?" On the other side, Yager didn't bother to look at the eye contact between them, and directly pierced the cover-up, "In this case, yes." Indeed, like Miss Forth, I have a sense of the extraordinary. ”

He wanted to get to the point quickly so he could get the information he wanted.

Glerint gave a look of surprise and immediately turned his attention away from the two ladies.

Trust can be talked about later, and now you can inspect the goods first.

The viscount looked eagerly at Yager, "Really?" Are you also extraordinary? ”

"Can you show me?"

His blue eyes were filled with curiosity and anticipation.

However, this sentence stopped Yager.

In the middle of the elegantly decorated study, the cold and elegant expression of the black-haired young man was faintly imperceptible.

Show? He really can't seem to show it.

All of his abilities that can be classified into mysteries are on the cult wanted section of the Beckland Morning Post!

What stealth figures, changing weapons, and even tentacles.

You have to make excuses not to demonstrate.

He was subtly forced to mention a contract he had paid for in exchange for his death.

Contract with the informant of the Church of the Night.

"Hehe, in fact, I learned about the mystery through the Night Church, and it may not be convenient to reveal." Yager chuckled twice as if he were talking.

This emphasis is due to the fact that the night watchman informant contract he received earlier clearly stated: 'The Wild Extraordinary is the object of reporting. ’

If he showed Glerint this identity, he would have an excuse not to show his extraordinary abilities, and he would be able to suppress all subsequent temptations.

After all, the three people in front of them obviously did not get extraordinary information from official channels.

Sure enough, as soon as the voice fell, the expressions of the other people in the room froze.

Even Gleilynt is no exception.

Even if the Viscount is not an extraordinary person, he knows that the Church is an extraordinary policeman who monopolizes the extraordinary market and prohibits mysterious circulation!

The thin viscount, dressed in a complicated dress, turned his head 'whoosh', and looked at the two ladies next to him with a sense of condemnation, who had not reminded him......

It turned out that they were even more shocked than he was.

Beside them, Forthth and Hugh's mouths almost opened in an 'O' shape, and they stared at Yager's face in shock.

What?!

You're an official extraordinary!

No, wait!

You're an official extraordinaire who actually stands in the way and robs! And threaten them! Blame them for telling the church!

You! You! You!

The thousand words in their hearts converged into one sentence-

Someone! Report unscrupulous plainclothes !!