Today is an unforgettable day for everyone. Whether it is Pales Zoroaster who left weakly, or Leonard who was still stunned by the changes, or whether he passed away with a vague feeling of something unknown.
Klein had a premonition.
The two former Nighthawks walked away in the dark night, carrying vague words in the wind. If you listened carefully, it seemed like.
"Klein, has your pension been paid back?"
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The figure on the right seemed not to want to speak, and secretly moved a little further away.
By the way, in order to ensure the life of poor Pales, Yager gave him a considerable amount of blood therapy medicine and one or two extraordinary items brought by the Church of the Night before they left.
Wait, why do I feel like I’ve lost again!
never mind.
In short, dealing with thieves is what he hates doing most in Backlund!
Following the carriage, Yager returned to Shuiwen Road in Qorwood District again with a cold look on his face, and obvious displeasure in his brows.
His mud-stained leather boots made a dull tapping sound on the pedals, and then quickly crossed the garden full of roses, leaving conspicuous stains on the walk that had been carefully cleaned by the owner only two days ago.
Of course, Green deserves this.
The black-haired young man knocked on the door of No. 23 Shuiwen Road in a rather irritable and urgent manner.
"Green, I know you're here. Should you explain Mr. Lunze's speech today?" His smiling voice sounded clearly through the door panel.
It reached the ears of the monocle who opened the door.
Green pushed up his glasses and gently opened the door: "Good evening, Drest."
"What did you just say? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you clearly."
"Mr. Lunze's speech? Ah, I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you in advance. Yes, I am indeed planning to promote some reforms in Backlund."
After Yager walked into the living room with a sneer, Green explained hypocritically while closing the door.
Well, in fact, he didn't even want to pretend.
The two sat down opposite each other on the sofa covered with pink blankets in the living room.
It seems that the original owner of the house was a very delicate lady with a girlish heart. The wallpaper, coffee table, and surrounding curtains were all chosen in different shades of pink.
This fully weakened the explosive atmosphere between the two.
"Well, your taste is very unique." Before sitting down, Yager couldn't help but comment vaguely on the pink teacup in front of him.
"Well, I have to remind you that this is one of the items left behind by my grandmother."
Green emphasized in a role-playing spirit.
"Yes, I completely believe that you have no idea about this." Yager nodded seemingly seriously, but it was full of yin and yang meaning.
There is no way around this.
After all, he has been rolling over continuously today
This is all Amon's fault!
"Stop being so pretentious. Mr. Amon, Lunze said you assigned me a task, such as persuading the church to support reforms, etc. Do you have any idea about this?"
"Why am I the last to know about my mission?!"
He asked expressionlessly, and took out one of the manuals he obtained at the Cragg Club from his backpack and slapped it on the coffee table.
If Medici hadn't advanced him a bunch of rewards in advance, including a lot of Fourth Age items and knowledge, he would have torn the alliance into pieces long ago.
The front of the manual clearly says:
"Join the Charity Freemasonry, and we will change Backlund bit by bit!"
"As long as the spirit remains, we will be immortal."
It is just a replica of the teachings of the Aurora Society, and it only provides substantial benefits.
Outrageous, too outrageous.
Reading it again, Yager would still feel chills running down his spine and feeling uncomfortable all over because of the desperate words and terrifying spirit.
"Actually, I think this has been made very clear."
"You have also visited the East District before, and you should be able to see that the negative emotions there have piled up and can easily support the evil god's descending ceremony."
"For those of us who want to resurrect the Creator and prevent George III from becoming the true God, this place is completely usable."
"My plan is to use the Eastern District as a starting point, in the name of charity, to develop our supporters in Backlund and destroy the foundation for George III to become a god."
"Oh, by the way, you should know that the 'Black Emperor' He hopes to become is based on the law, right?"
"I know." Yager replied expressionlessly.
Actually he doesn't know.
But I will never show it in front of Amon!
And what the other party said, well, seems to make sense, but why does he always feel that something is wrong?
"Wait, why do we want to prevent George III from becoming a god?" He chewed on the conversation for a long time and finally asked in confusion.
Although he does look quite annoying.
"Oh?" In the dim living room, Green laughed inexplicably again. With the dark green robe he was wearing today, he looked like a gentle professor from a well-known college.
Of course, it's the kind of smile that conceals a knife.
He looked very happy.
"After all, the consensus we reached before was to resurrect the Creator. After discussing with Medici, I believe that it is a more reasonable plan to get rid of George III, steal his preparations for becoming a god, and transfer them to the resurrection ceremony."
"Medici has already gone to the military port where the Loen Kingdom is stationed for this purpose."
"With your words, you can convince the church forces for us. I heard that you have obtained the support of the Church of Night. In the future, you only need to go to the sea and the Republic of Intis to win over the Church of Storms and the Mechanical Church."
"You see, the Church of the Night also supports this matter."
Green squinted his eyes and took out an appointment letter from the bookshelf next to the sofa. It was actually stamped with the logos of the Church of the Night, the Minsk Office, and Count Hall!
The first sentence on the header is:
"Mr. De Lester, due to your outstanding performance, the firm and its new leader, Earl Hall, unanimously decided after discussion to send you as an outstanding representative of us and the Church of the Night to the Republic of Intis for discussions.
For cooperation matters, New Year’s sea travel will be included as a trade union benefit during the period.”
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The black-haired young man on the other side received the appointment letter, his eyes widened slightly in disbelief, and even the hair hanging down on his forehead slightly raised.
He received the most shocking news about this today...
And you took away my job?!?!
No, are you sick?
Amon!! You have committed a heinous crime!!!
Yager's expression turned cold.
Just wait for me!!
Anyway, he had no intention of working normally, and the contract was just an illusory product to guarantee the payment method. If there were benefits, it would be fine, but if there weren't, don't blame him for splitting Amon into four pieces...
Because of Pales' words, a trip to the sea is still possible.
When Green continued to explain 'common goal', 'by the way' and other words, the black-haired young man sneered, turned his right hand, and a faint white light bug appeared on his hand, with twelve rings exuding silver-blue.
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This time, it was Green's turn to disappear.
In the living room, it was the only one that shimmered with dim light.
This is the extraordinary characteristic of Pales Zoroaster!
This is the last characteristic he lacks!
Because as a sub-Mongolian, he only has Sequence Three and hopes to avoid the attention of the main Mongolian, so he has been trying to obtain the final characteristics through traps.
But now the wait and wait for Palles has succeeded.
It's just that the opponent hit the wrong pillar.
"You don't want to see your promotion hopes sink into the Sunya Sea or be sacrificed to the goddess of the night, right?"
Yager asked with a half-smile, the characteristics of his hand fluttering on his fingertips, affecting Amon's mood.
However, it is impossible to fool this thing in the first place...
"I understand. I beg you to agree to our deal."
After a brief silence, Amon changed his statement calmly.
"I remember that your past projection was very interested in the blood of the royal family. I guess you haven't changed yet, right?"
"I can give you the address of an island. It has the vampire's collection on it."
"Who's the source? Let me think about it."
"Oh, Apostle of the Moon."
Green's black pupils looked directly at the young man in front of him.
Ourolius, who had been standing behind the sofa, pretending not to exist, suddenly raised his head, turned his indifferent silver eyes, and looked at the two people talking in front of him.
(End of chapter)
This chapter has been completed!