"After the accident at St. Samuel's Cathedral, the situation in Beckland deteriorated one after another."

"The Rune royal family has activated a backup plan due to the assassination of several key members, and continues to accelerate the projected progress. On the other hand, the underground evil spirits that are the followers of Ince Zangwill are also showing signs of getting out of trouble, and perhaps, they will leave completely in less than two days. ”

"Now Zangwille has lost all opportunities, and can only tragically pin on the Aurora Society, hoping that the evil god's plot can become his last bargaining chip for the Jedi to turn the tables."

"Unfortunately, it was doomed to be in vain......"

The old quill pen that was writing was roughly pinched by a hand, and the passage was erased.

The tip of the pen that was too hard almost pierced the paper.

"In the unusually active state of the real creator, Mr. A of the Aurora Society is even more fanatical, he believes that the time is coming for the Beckland God to descend, and contacts the Desperate Lady of the Witch Sect to prepare a plan."

"However, as the Creator's pre-host, Lanrius is keenly aware of the danger."

"At the East End Docks, he keeps killing ordinary people with bounty warrants, trying to get the attention of the church and get out of control."

"It just so happened that in the process, Lanlius accidentally learned from one of the thugs who wanted to save his life that he knew a powerful and extraordinary person."

"In the name of the thugs, Lanerus sent a letter of invitation to Yager Dresser, a paralegal who knew Triss Cheek."

"This is where the story of Beckland begins."

……

At noon on Thursday, the sky was overcast at the East Palang Pier.

At this point in time when the pouring rain is about to fall, pedestrians on the streets are rushing to and fro, leaving only drunks vomiting in corners and homeless people in the distance.

Auger lowered the brim of his beret as he got out of the carriage and stepped over several puddles of unidentified liquid.

After signing a deal with the Red Angel Medici a few days ago, Green is tasked with learning about the follow-up to the rescue of the evil spirits, while he goes through the history of the Quaternary and sorts out the takeaways from his last trip to the Manor.

Pocket watches seem to be related to an ethnic group called the "Bloodline".

But before he could find the results, an unexpected letter sent him out of the office.

According to the signature, it came from the little thug who led the way for him on the East Side a few weeks ago.

"I know you're busy, but there's a new development in what we've talked about before, and you need to come to table 34 at the Docks' Union Tavern in the East End at noon."

Matters?

He was convinced that his investigation in the Eastern Side had been thoroughly completed, and that there was no way to move forward.

What's more, how did an uneducated thug write such a politely worded letter?

So, out of curiosity, he came.

Yager walked through the streets and into the Docks' Union Tavern.

At noon, the tavern was bustling with a large number of workers and sailors who had just finished their morning shifts.

Table 34 is located in one of the few cubicles in the tavern.

"Thank you." The young man in a shabby trench coat said to the waiter who opened the door for him.

The waiter nodded and closed the door.

At half-past twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Yager stood alone in the reserved room.

Because its clientele was ordinary people on the East End, the Docksman's Union Tavern was poorly furnished, with cubicles less than ten feet wide and a cramped, greasy table in the center.

What's even more uncomfortable is that this room also has a garbage dump just around the corner, which leads to the bin below.

Even when the iron door was closed, the strong sour smell of garbage still permeated the room, and the smell of rot was hidden inside.

Surprisingly, it was empty.

Yager frowned.

Williams didn't come? Or is it already gone?

In the small room, the black-haired young man briefly glanced around the room, but found no suspicious items, nothing but oil stains.

All that remained was the inferior candle in the center of the table, burning unpleasantly.

In the cramped house, the only window is opened, letting in the salty sea breeze......

Will there be anything over there?

Yager took off his beret from his head, placed it on the table, and walked slowly over there.

The window is facing the gap in the building next to it. Heavy rain was coming, and the trail near the Docks' Union Tavern was almost empty, seemingly empty except for the garbage.

Swept away, this was all Yager could see.

However, just as he appeared in front of the window, half of his body flashed around the corner of the path and hid behind the wall of the building!

The wide figure projected on the ground proves that the other party has not left.

The shadows were not clear under the dim light in the cloudy weather, but they could still be seen to be much taller than the normal Rune, and in terms of the proportions of the other buildings and shadows, the shadow cast by himself was close to two meters.

Someone's watching here!

What's even more unreasonable is that the spiritual vision shows that it is an extraordinary being.

In front of the window, the black-haired young man subconsciously frowned.

Today's appointment is full of weirdness.

The impoverished East End thugs reserved a room in the tavern, and the Extraordinary was watching over in the distance......

It's hard not to suspect that it's the Hongmen Banquet that was aimed at him.

But since someone is watching the inside of the room, it means that the person who sent the invitation letter did not inadvertently leave the room empty, but intentionally.

What was left for him inside?

The table was very clean. Chairs, very clean. floor, nothing but oil.

Yager's gaze shifted to the only special iron garbage passage.

......

"Bang!"

The iron door was forcefully pulled open, and the old embroidery rubbed against it with a sharp sound.

With the sound, the iron gate immediately rolled out full of "surprises".

Countless scarlet fleshy objects flowed out!

There were intestines, kidneys, about minced pieces of bone, and even a shattered eyeball.

！

After the bright red appeared, he immediately reacted and jumped onto the table, trying to save his ability to leave with dignity.

But there was still a lot of blood splattered on the upper.

Yager frowned, stood on the square table, condescendingly and silently watching the bloody picture that gradually appeared in front of him.

The iron door was completely open, revealing a shattered corpse stuffed into a garbage disposal tunnel. Then came a hideous head.

"Boom" fell to the ground, dragging the blood-bound hair, slowly rolling outward.

Its left eye had been completely gouged out, the scars were rolled up, the eyelid of its right eye had been torn apart, and the only half of its eyeball was staring at the sky with a twisted gaze.

The good news is that the head does not belong to Williams, but may be another docker.

The arm that was broken next to it to reveal the stubble of Bai Sensen had calluses on it.

Its mouth seems to be stuffed with something.

Yager jumped off the table, stepped precisely into the bloodless gap, and slowly crouched down.

He put his finger into his blood-soaked mouth, then grabbed something and slowly pulled it out!

The first is a scarlet, eerie crystal, smitten of sin and malice, supposedly a legacy of some medium-sequence extraordinary.

Under its influence, his fingertips felt the wriggling throats around him, even though the corpse had been shattered into countless pieces.

Mutations have been caused.

Then he touched a piece of parchment soaked in blood.

The blood-soaked front reads:

"Take it to Sixth Street, East Byron Quay,"

"Otherwise, your identity will be reported to the Church, the Crown, and MI9 at the same time."