ps: I forgot something. When I was about to write this volume, I decided that this volume was free, but I forgot it all... The content of the next volume is "chapter comments", that is, free chapters (the starting point is divided into vlp chapters and chapter comments).

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Sistine carefully walked through the endless streets and walked into a small restaurant.

He glanced at the restaurant's furnishings and walked silently to a window.

This position allows him to break the window and escape in time when an emergency occurs, and at the same time he can observe the situation outside the store.

He touched his wallet and couldn't help frowning.

The trip was too hasty, and he didn't bring enough money. He only had 5 pounds left in his wallet. The money at Norbeck was only enough for him to live for a week.

The waiter from the restaurant came to the table and Sistine ordered a 1p black coffee, 3p roast pork with butter bread, and a 6p steak.

The meeting with the Secret Guard organization is just tonight. He needs to maintain sufficient physical strength and energy. A cup of black coffee can relieve a lot of fatigue caused by the journey.

After sweeping away the food brought by the waiter, Sistine took out a tissue to wipe the corner of her mouth, her eyes locked outside the window.

Suddenly, he saw a group of fierce-looking men rushing out of the crowd

They kept looking at the pedestrians on the roadside, with rude movements and cold expressions, as if they were looking for someone.

The person in the head has a hooked nose, thin and delicate skin, and his skin is brown after sunburn, and his eye sockets are much sunken than ordinary people.

The plateau people in the north?

Sistine looked slightly solemn. Although he didn't know what the other party was looking for, he didn't want to bet at all.

He waved to the waiter, paid the meal fee, walked towards the gate, and when he passed through the hood rack at the door, he picked up a half-height top hat and hurried out of the restaurant.

Standing at the restaurant door, he glanced at the group of plateau people walking in his direction from the corner of his eyes, then lowered the brim of his hat and walked towards the right.

His steps were large but not rapid, and he moved away from the group of plateau people at an extremely fast speed.

It's not the first time Sistine has come to Norbeck.

According to the map in memory, he waved his hand to stop a public carriage and said to the coachman:

“No. 230 Akse Street.”

He lowered his head and walked into the carriage with a calm expression, sat down peacefully, and the ostentatiously swept through the car.

The sound of horse hooves is chock-up.

After paying the fare, Sistine got off the carriage and stood in Akse Street.

He did not walk into the building represented by No. 230, but looked deeply at the building door sign, "Red Rose Security Company".

Then turn around and leave.

Walk to a hotel across the street.

This will be one of the safest places in Norbeck for the time being.

The so-called "Red Rose Security Company" is Norbeck's largest local official extraordinary force.

In addition to the independent and secret extraordinary organizations such as the Secret Guardian and the Night Knight, the most powerful extraordinary organizations in the Kerbesa Empire are the Glorious Church and the Empire Special Operations Department.

The so-called Red Rose Security Company is a stronghold placed on the surface of the Imperial Special Operations Department in Norbeck.

Sistine walked into the hotel and booked an hourly room. After checking the furnishings in the house, he slowly sat on the head of the bed, closing his eyes to calm down.

He is hesitating and pondering.

Is it necessary for me to contact the Imperial Special Operations Department or the Glorious Church?

He instinctively took away the option of the Radiant Church as soon as possible.

Although the Glorious Church has many followers in the empire, their reputation is not good within various secret organizations.

Sistine clearly remembered the unconcealed doubts and disgust in his words and eyes when the teacher talked about the Glorious Church.

However, the Imperial Special Operations Department's usual tough style made Sistine not dare to act rashly for the time being.

perhaps……

You should remind them of your own actions that will not expose yourself for a short period of time.

Sistine looked out the window thoughtfully, and the building with the words "Red Rose Security Company".

Time flows quietly like dust and sand in an hourglass.

Night slowly descended on Norbeck.

In the dim house, Sistine opened his eyes, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and looked down at the timepiece of his wrist.

The time is almost over.

Sistine put on politeness, picked up her suitcase, and walked out of the door.

In the aisle of the hotel, he stopped a hotel waiter and handed over a folded blank letter paper with 10p.

"Thirty minutes after I leave, I will send this letter to the 'Red Rose Security Company' opposite. This is your tip."

There is nothing on the letter paper, and special invisible ink is used, which can only be seen by the extraordinary. It not only proves his identity, prevents the letter from becoming a pure spoof, but also avoids the waiter peeking.

The waiter took 10p and the letter paper, was excited and smiled brightly, "Okay sir!"

Sistine nodded and walked down the stairs with her suitcase.

He walked out of the hotel and the sun had already set, and the dim moon was blocked by the black clouds floating in the distance.

The street lights on both sides of the road emitted a bright and misty light, illuminating Nolbeck in the dark night.

Sistine glanced at the security company opposite, stood by the road and waited for a while, and stopped an announcement carriage.

After reporting the address, he leaned quietly on the wall of the carriage, listening to the sound of horse hooves, and recalling the agreed address in his heart.

Thirty minutes later.

Sistine stood in front of a tavern.

The cemented road was wet, and the drunkard who had just walked out of the tavern was venting heavily at the corner alley entrance, and the air seemed to be emitting a fermented stench.

Sistine frowned, looked down at the watch, confirming the time.

There are still five minutes left before the agreed time.

And the letter should have been sent to the hands of the Imperial Special Operations Department at this time.

Even if the other party is solemnly ready and sending the nearest extraordinary person to come, it will take at least 10 minutes.

This time difference is enough.

Five minutes is enough for him to complete the meeting with Saints Cas, and in case of an accident, they only need to persist for five minutes to receive support from the Imperial Special Operations Department.

Of course, this is the best situation where everything goes well.

Sistine clasped her black suitcase, strode into the tavern, came to the table, and ordered a glass of red passion.

He watched the red wine swaying slightly in the transparent cup, waiting for the arrival of Saint Cas.

Soon, five minutes passed quickly.

But Sistine didn't wait for the person to wait.

His face gradually became ugly.

The tavern was filled with people, and the sound of wine glasses colliding, laughter and quarrel gathered into a lively and vivid picture.

But in this extremely lively environment, Sistine suddenly felt extremely cold.

Five minutes had passed long ago, but Sistine did not dare to act rashly.

Because he noticed the gaze hidden in the dark, he had quietly locked him!

The crowd around him, which was obviously very noisy, gave him an inexplicable chill, as if everything seemed strange and inconsistent.

He looked down at his watch.

Six minutes and forty seconds have passed.

He couldn't sit here and look forward to the enemy not taking action, and then wait for the support of the Imperial Special Operations Department!

This meeting clearly saw an unexpected accident outside the plan!

Is there a situation inside the Secret Guardian organization, or is it that the Saint Cass himself encountered an accident?!

Time passes minute by minute.

When ten minutes arrive.

Sistine suddenly stood up, and regardless of locking his own eyes, he turned around and strode towards the door.

And just the moment he turned around.

The originally bustling tavern became silent in an instant as if he had pressed the pause button!

Sistine subconsciously stopped and felt her scalp numb!

The guests at the wine table turned their heads and stared at his direction at the same time like puppets!
To be continued...