The single-family villa is quiet at night, and even the patrolmen who are patrolling will unconsciously lower their footsteps before passing by the villa.
Because every patrolman knows that the people living here are big shots they can't afford to offend.
Therefore, they must maintain due respect.
"Look at them, don't they look ridiculous?"
"It feels like a dog."
Standing in front of the window on the third floor, Skifens, wearing silk pajamas, looked down at the patrol policemen hurriedly passing by the door of his villa. He couldn't help shaking his wine glass and sighing.
The scarlet wine hung on the wall of the cup as it swayed, and then slowly flowed down.
Skifens sniffed it lightly, and when the fragrance of the wine spread, he took a sip.
Then, he turned around and looked at his bodyguard, Angke.
The bodyguard who had just returned to the villa remained silent.
Because he knew very well some of his employer's habits at night.
Sure enough, the next moment, Skifens continued.
"No!"
"They are worse than dogs!"
"At least dogs are loyal!"
"them?"
"Just a bunch of moths!"
"The kingdom was ruined by them!"
Skifens's voice unconsciously rose a few points, and he seemed very angry, even...
Hysterical!
But in just a few seconds, Skifens' anger disappeared, leaving only a different kind of compassion.
"But we can't blame them. They are just a bunch of poor people who don't understand the 'reality'."
"well……"
"Poor thing."
With a long sigh, Skifens sat back in his chair, his whole body seemed to be immersed in inexplicable emotions.
This time, it took several minutes before the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel came back to his senses.
"How did things go?"
Skifens looked at his bodyguard.
At this time, Skifens' voice was clear, his face was stern, and his eyes were extremely sharp. Even sitting there, he felt oppressed by a superior.
This sense of oppression makes people unconsciously look at each other's age.
Although he is just a young man in his twenties, he always makes people regard him as a mature middle-aged person in an instant.
"The 'flesh believer' of the 'Flesh Church' was killed by Goethe."
Angke bowed and answered.
"Oh, trash."
Skifens commented coldly, and then his eyes showed interest.
"Goethe?"
"Truly a remarkable young man."
"He's not yet twenty, isn't he?"
Skiffins asked.
"Well, I am 19 years old this year."
Angke answered truthfully.
"I suddenly really want to meet this young man..."
"Sir, for your safety, I do not recommend that you go see him - he may have been a harmless young man before, but now he has been swallowed up by hatred and has become extremely dangerous."
"As long as there is any clue, he will definitely take action."
"Moreover, he didn't come back tonight after leaving the Pine Nut Hotel in a hurry."
"Obviously, he has doubted you."
"Please don't put yourself in danger!"
Before Skifens finished speaking, he was interrupted by Angke.
As a bodyguard, Angke is absolutely dedicated to his duties.
Skifens frowned at such a dedicated bodyguard.
Finally, he sighed.
"Okay, Angke."
Skiffins gave up his original plan.
Then, the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel couldn't help but comment again.
"The 'Flesh and Blood Church' is really rubbish!"
"That's right!"
"They are trash!"
A voice echoed.
Suddenly thick fog billowed in the room.
When the fog dissipated, a man wearing a hood and cloak appeared in the study.
The hanging hood covered his face, and the cloak covered his figure.
His voice was hoarse and he couldn't tell the difference between men, women, old and young.
Angke immediately stood in front of the opponent, blocking his employer behind him.
Even if the other party is a real collaborator of his employer.
"Oh, you failed too?"
Skifens asked without caring.
"Yeah, I failed too."
"I didn't expect that a 'son of flesh and blood' and a 'flesh and blood believer' would attack a seriously injured secret keeper and a trainee secret keeper, but they would be killed instead!"
"And, with my help!"
‘The Murderer in the Fog’ sneered.
"This shows..."
"You are a waste too!"
Skifens spoke in a longer tone and narrowed his eyes as he looked at the hooded figure.
"Yeah, we're all a bunch of pathetic losers."
"Calling it trash is appropriate."
The 'Mist Killer' showed no anger at all and admitted it openly and openly, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his words.
The corner of Skifens's mouth curled up, and he smiled. His hand shook the wine glass to keep the rhythm, but his already sharp eyes became more and more compelling at this time.
However, it was fleeting.
The next moment, it was back to normal.
"How are you preparing?"
asked the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel.
"Soon."
"Thanks to those rubbish from the Flesh and Flesh Church, our progress has been greatly advanced."
"Three days!"
"You can get what you want in three days at most!"
‘The Murderer in the Mist’ said this.
"That's good."
"When I get everything I want, you will get everything you want."
Skiffins promised.
“A pleasure to work with.”
‘The Murderer in the Fog’ said as his body was once again wrapped in thick fog.
Then as the fog dissipated, the whole person disappeared in place.
After confirming that the other party had left, Angke turned around and returned behind Skifens.
"Sir, this guy has bad intentions!"
The bodyguard frowned.
"Of course, I know."
"This guy just wants to use me to contain the 'Keeper of Secrets'."
"It's just like the trash that uses the Church of Flesh and Blood."
skiffins
"What about you?"
Angke looked at his employer in confusion.
"Some things are forced."
"And something?"
"But it must be done."
Skifens said, then turned and looked out the window again.
He did not inform his bodyguards that the ‘Mist Killer’ had found a ‘secret place’.
Even if the other person's loyalty is unquestionable.
Because, it’s not that I don’t want to say it.
But it can't be said.
The constraints of the contract kept him silent.
But soon, he was able to confess everything.
Under the attention of the whole world!
And now?
"Anke, I'll leave it to you next."
Skiffins said softly.
Angke immediately knelt down on one knee and said solemnly.
"Sir, leave it to me!"
…
At 10 o'clock in the morning, the support from the 'Secret Keeper' arrived faster than expected.
"Puli!"
Morey happily hugged and greeted the middle-aged man in front of him.
This is a tall man with a fierce face. He is not wearing a five-piece suit of trousers, vest, shirt, jacket and windbreaker. Instead, he is wearing a hunting suit, without a hat, and with his hair loose, making the other person look even more fierce.
However, when facing Morey, the man smiled.
Suddenly, the fierce aura was gone, leaving only a sense of simplicity.
"Long time no see, Morey."
"Yeah, long time no see."
"The last time we met was because of the 'Summer River Banshee Incident' two years ago. I didn't expect you to come to support me."
Both parties exchanged pleasantries.
Then, Morey turned around and introduced Goethe to him.
"Goethe, the 'trainee' I recommend this time."
After hearing Morey's words, the secret keeper who came to support could not help but look at Goethe.
No malice.
Only review.
There is still a hint of...
curious.
Then, he immediately extended his hand.
"Hello, Goethe."
"Hello, Mr. Pooley."
After the two parties shook hands, the secret keeper who came for support immediately said: "There is no need to call me sir, just call me Puli. I have heard of you Goethe - you are doing a great job, keep up the good work!"
As Puli spoke, he slapped Goethe on the shoulder hard.
Then, the secret keeper who came for support looked at Morey again.
"Take good care of yourself."
"Leave the rest to me."
After saying that, the secret keeper who came for support turned around and left.
