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Emlin was silent for two seconds, took back the slightly lifted chin and asked:

"Yes, which one?"

For him, although the angel is worthy of awe, what really makes him bow his head is that every big person who can be called "He" of the blood family is a witness and witness of the long history of the race, the source of his pride. .

"I don't know, in short, I will inform you later." Kasimi Odra shook his head.

... came for the revelation of the ancestors? With follow-up instructions? Why did the ancestors not directly inspire me, so more hidden, I am the blood family he chose! Is this to avoid stimuli to the "fool" Mr? Emlin’s mind flashed a question and answered himself.

He didn't say more, put on a hat and left the villa of Odra's house.

When I came to the door and looked at the bright sun that could not be blocked by the thin clouds, Emlin slammed his mouth in disgust, raised his hand and held the brim, lowered his head, went straight to the rental carriage at the corner of the street, and snarled in his heart. :

"This kind of weather is really not suitable for going out!

"The 'world''s pharmacy, materials are not uncommon, can be deployed in a quarter of an hour... Well, the materials ordered before today should be able to arrive, dragging the 'Magician' Miss for several days of trading can be carried out... ..."

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

Beckland, Joewood District.

Firth put a bottle of glass on the altar, looking at the light blue or golden liquid, inexplicably with a shopping pleasure.

"It's more attractive than a cocktail. I don't know what the taste is. Putting some ice cubes may feel better... Really, what are you thinking about? This is a potion!" Fols licked himself and was busy. Pick up the room.

After getting these treatments, she has completed the preparations for the abandoned castle in Delair Forest, waiting to take home!

After sorting out all kinds of things, Foss picked up the sofa and picked up several newspapers while planning the trip today:

"Starting at dusk, you should be able to reach the town on the edge of the forest at dinner..."

In the silent voice, Foers turned to the newspaper "Sea News."

Suddenly, her eyes condensed, and a familiar name was reflected in her pupil:

"German Sparo!"

The adventurer appeared on the sea again, boarding the "Black Tulip" with a middle-aged man known as the "Death Archon", killing "Hell Admiral" Ludwig, and changing the Seventh The composition of the pirate general.

"..." Fols consciously patted his chest and didn't know what he was fortunate.

At this moment, she inexplicably felt that the experience of German Sparrow was legendary enough to be written into a novel!

Unfortunately, he is not a very good person to deal with. Otherwise, I can work part-time as a biographer and write a book for him... Haha, if I really wrote "German Sparo", it will definitely be officially extraordinary. The person stared... Firth thought about it and then heard the sound of the key inserted into the keyhole.

She lifted her head and saw Hugh pushed the door open and entered the living room.

"So early?" Fols said with a strange voice.

Rested on the right side of the blonde:

"I met with the military situation again and took a task."

"What mission?" Fols turned and sat up, asked curiously.

Hugh casually throws his body into a single sofa:

"Check the origins of the crazy adventurer Gelman Sparo.

"The information provided by MI9 shows that the name used by this terrible extraordinary person is fake, and the identity document is also fake. The source is in Beckland.

"They suspect that Gilman Spalo has another identity here, with associates or collaborators."

When I heard the word "companion", Fol's mouth twitched in a difficult way. I wanted to tell Hugh that the speculation in the military is correct. The colleague of Gilman Sparo is sitting opposite you.

She coughed a little, so she asked plainly:

"Why should I investigate the origins of German Sparrow?

"What did he do again?"

I took a look at the newspapers stacked next to Eyes:

"You haven't seen today's "Sea News"?

"German Spallo killed 'Hell Admiral' Ludwell, known as the strongest adventurer in the five seas.

"Right, the people in the military intelligence department also told me that Gelman Sparo is likely to believe in the secret existence of the "fool", which is news from multiple channels, there is aurora, and The shadow of the rose school."

I can prove this... they are right... Folsie laughed:

“It sounds dangerous.”

"Yeah." Hughed down. "I only intend to collect intelligence, not to investigate."

Fols no longer mentions this aspect, but instead says:

"I have prepared the pharmacy, go to Delair Forest today?"

Hugh has become the "interrogator" of Sequence 7 a few days ago and has mastered the very useful ability of "spiritual piercing".

"Okay." Hugh stood up very mobilely. "Get off now."

"Ah? Wait a little longer, I think it's dusk..." Fols responded with a little resistance.

She always thought about dragging to the last moment.

Not long after, she took a variety of items and she was taken out of the rented house, took a rental carriage and went to the nearby subway entrance.

In the thunderous whistle, the huge steam train head dragged the iron-black body and entered the platform, stopping in the light of the gas wall lamps on both sides.

Fols and Hugh were outside a car, waiting patiently for the passengers in front.

Suddenly, they saw two "red gloves."

The owner of the pair of "red gloves" is a 30-year-old man wearing a white shirt and a black trench coat. The neckline is extremely tall and covers the chin and lips.

He has a pair of dark green eyes, a golden brown horn, and a silver box with a size and width enough to fit into the violin.

Fols and Hugh looked at each other and looked down at each other's toes.

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

As a senior deacon of the "Night Person" team of the Night Church, one of the twenty-two powers on the upper level of the church, a member of the "Red Gloves" Big Three, Crestel Sesimma is not a person who cares about the stage. He likes to travel alone, in the transportation of civilians, acting like an ordinary church staff.

After changing to another line of the subway to the North District, he took a rental carriage, arrived at St. Saul's Church all the way, and met the Archbishop of Beckland Parish, Saint Anthony Stevenson.

"The next time, I have to help you." After seeing each other and praising the goddess, Sesima found a position to sit down and said.

The face was clean, and Archbishop Anthony, wearing a black red robe, sat down and thought about it:

"What about Ings Zangweier?"

"Yes." Sesima nodded slightly. "The Holy See let me tell you, another servant of the goddess, the dean of the Night Monastery, Ms. Arianna, who will also come to Beckland recently."

The monk was ranked first among the thirteen archbishops.

Not waiting for St. Anthony to ask, he explained in detail:

"Ms. Ilia knows a lot of important situations from the spirit of Ins. Zangwell, including his problems with his mental state, the use of '0-08' to escape, and the details of cooperation with the royal family and the witch sect... ...

"After planning the smog incident, Ins Zangweier was countered by '0-08' and was possessed by the evil spirits of the 'red angel' who survived in the Quaternary. He went to the Southland alone and tried to arrange a trap. Hunting Ms. Ilia.

“The most important thing about this is that there is a very important underground relic in the memory of Ins. Zangweier, in the northwestern part of Beckland, where the Tassok River entered a section before the region.

"My task is to find the ruins."

St. Anthony listened quietly and asked thoughtfully:

“Ince Zangweier doesn’t know the exact location?

"He hasn't been there?"

Sesima shook his head:

"He has been in, but he is led by others and does not have the key information."

St. Anthony "hmm" and asked:

"Is it clear that there is a group of people in the royal family who cooperate with Ins. Zangweier?"

“No.” Crestel Sesima paused. “According to the normal logic, no matter whether the collaborators have done camouflage or not, since they have met, there will be corresponding memory debris residue, Keins. In the body of Gewell, there is no trace in this respect. It seems that there has never been."

"Perhaps the impact of the contract, and can make a sequence 4 of the demigod completely unable to fight, the source of the contract power is worthy of attention." Saint Anthony's amplitude is very small.

He thought about it again:

"The telegram didn't describe too much before. I don't know the specific passage. Who is killing Inns Zangweier?"

Cresté Sesimma slowly spit out:

"A name you can never believe, Klein Moretti."

"The ‘nighter’ player who lost his job in the Tingen incident?” Anthony’s forehead’s wrinkles deepened.

"Yes, Ilia is so rewarded. No one knows why only Klein Moretti, who was in Sequence 8, was alive again. Why can I kill as a demigod in less than a year? 'Ins. Zangweier...” Sherma’s expression became a little weird. “The Holy See allows us to keep this news strictly confidential and not to disclose it to anyone outside the Archbishop and Senior Deacon, and And don't trace Klein Moretti, just when he is lying in the grave."

The Holy One of Anthony was silent for a few seconds, and seemed to remember what it was like to be invisible:

"Maybe, this is a leader of the goddess..."

Sesima jerked up and looked at St. Anthony like a madman.

His lips twitched a few times and eventually did not say anything.

Anthony did not continue this topic, looked at the door and said seriously:

"Your mission may require a lot of troubleshooting. There must be enough people. Well, the Soest team has completed the mission of the Southland. I will let them come back as soon as possible and follow your arrangements."

"Good." Crestel Sesima has no objections.

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

"Have a day off, then return to Beckland?" Leonard raised his head and looked at the team captain Soest.

Soest looked at him silently for a while, nodded:

"Correct."

After watching the "Witch" leave his room, Leonard sighed silently and leaned back against the wall.

At this moment, there was a deep red glow in front of him, and he was completely overwhelmed by the unpredictable.