"Lord Faneuil's guest list...why is there a small businessman among it?"
An expression of interest appeared in his falcon-like eyes: "Even if you meet a noble by chance, the chance of being invited is too small... Para Love Toman, who are you?"
Wakefield was an Inquisitor of the Inquisition, even the youngest.
He was able to be promoted to work in the headquarters of the tribunal, on the one hand, he is dedicated to his work, and on the other hand, he has a strong background - he is a descendant of a viscount who devoted himself to the church.
Everyone who has met him is certain that he will have a bright future.
He quickly typed out an investigation application letter on a typewriter and handed it to the girl next to him: "Send it to the Police Headquarters and apply for the transfer of this person's entire information to me!"
"yes!"
The lady wearing a nun's uniform had tenderness in her eyes, hugged the document, bowed, and quickly left.
“Anthem Restaurant…”
Wakefield continued to write and draw on the paper: "This high-end restaurant has encountered several incidents before, and they have all passed easily, which shows that there is a powerful force behind the scenes... I know that it must have something to do with the Suppression Bureau.
..”
"Para...who are you? Are you the emperor's spy? Why did you sneak into the ball with the princess?"
…
At this time, the office suddenly became silent.
Adalbert strode in: "Monks... the time has come to verify and test your faith."
"Praise the sun!"
Wakefield immediately dropped everything he was doing and gestured with the others: "Praise the sun!"
"A group of evil Beyonders have sneaked into Pulmouth and are committing murders wantonly... Track them, hunt them, and burn them to death!"
Adelbert's voice was hoarse with a hint of solemnity: "All staff have canceled their vacations and are on duty... In addition, pay special attention to the news about the S-class wanted criminal - 'Feathered Serpent'! In addition, all work at hand can be stopped.
, do you understand?"
"clear!"
Wakefield puffed out his chest and shouted.
After Adalbert gave the order to disband, he looked at the inferences on the table, still a little reluctant to give up. He grabbed the folder and caught up with Adalbert: "Your Majesty the Chief Referee!"
"Do you still have objections?" Adalbert looked at this subordinate whom he usually liked very much and frowned.
"No, it's just that the case in my hands may be very serious. It involves a suspicious person named Paralov Toman, who is related to the Suppression Bureau... I suspect that he is the emperor's spy!" Wakefield quickly
I was making a report, trying to convince my boss to let me continue working on this case.
"The emperor secretly cultivated a group of secret extraordinary people as a private armed force. This is something we have been pursuing, isn't it?"
Wakefield said with his last hope.
"Yes, in normal times I would let you do it with all your strength, but now... the situation is different. The Pope has reconciled with the emperor. Even if we catch this Parra, we can't try him if he is really the emperor's spy."
Delbert looked solemn: "You are an excellent judge. Use your abilities in a more appropriate place. Do you understand?"
"I understand...but..."
"No but, this is the order from the Pope... Seize the 'Feathered Serpent'! Seize the 'Feathered Serpent'! Seize the 'Feathered Serpent'! He is the top priority!"
Adalbert shouted back.
"clear!"
Wakefield felt his boss's determination and quickly stood up to attention and shouted.
…
boom!
In front of the carriage, an explosion sounded.
Countless shards of glass and cement flew everywhere, hitting the windows of the carriage and making a heart-wrenching sound.
‘The ‘lucky accident’ I bless myself with every day seems to have no effect...'
Aaron looked at the half-broken carriage glass and complained in his heart.
These days, he has been hiring carriages to visit other places in Pulmouth, quietly making arrangements, which can be regarded as preparations for the upcoming war.
Then, we encountered this street bombing incident.
Bang bang!
On the street ahead, there were suddenly several more gunshots.
One head was blood red, as if a monster formed after a person shed his skin was about to break out of the encirclement.
Bang!
A tall figure in full body armor descended from the sky, pressed its head, and pressed the monster directly to the ground, turning it into a puddle of flesh.
"All clear!"
The colonist said something coldly, and immediately the patrol police came to clean up the floor.
The carriage continued to move forward.
'It seems that he is a 'red' low-level extraordinary person... It seems that he has been quite affected.'
Aaron watched this scene and said silently in his heart.
These people are considered cannon fodder among cannon fodder, the fireworks before the war begins.
The ninth essence - [Sealing] can have an impact on mid- to low-sequences, not to mention Si Sui.
The influence from spirituality, coupled with the long-term belief, even if these evil believers are sent to death, they will not be able to resist!
'This is also telling me...are they ready for war?'
Aaron returned to Green George in a carriage and paid the cost of repairing the windows. The carriage driver thanked him profusely and felt that he had met a kind-hearted gentleman.
Otherwise, he would have to bear the cost of repairing the damaged carriage himself, and the family might go hungry.
After opening the door, Aaron saw Mr. and Mrs. Remington in the living room. He couldn't help but smile and say hello: "Good day, you two."
"Mr. Toman, please don't go out recently. I heard on the radio that the security situation in Pulmouth is very chaotic recently..."
Mrs. Remington said worriedly, with impeccable enthusiasm.
"Yes, the latest murder happened just a street away...I almost thought I was living in a colonial city."
Aaron also followed Mrs. Remington's words.
"Those police chiefs, deputy chiefs, assistant chiefs...all should resign. What have they turned Pulmouth into?" Mr. Remington said angrily.
'In fact, we can't blame them... Si Sui has this idea, what can mortals do?'
Aaron returned to his room, closed the door, and looked calm.
Today, he finally digested the last legacy of the 'Alchemist' and can be promoted to the Sixth Particle at any time.
'A sign of the beginning of the war...'
'It should be an extraordinary person at the sixth level of essence who takes action, right?'
Aaron thought with some sadness: 'After the earthly world is activated, the spiritual world will inevitably be activated simultaneously. This is the promise given to me by the 'Secret Keeper'... Well, if he did not fight against 'Dawn' first, I would never
Do it.'
…
While Aaron was thinking, the Imperial Railway Station.
A handsome man passed the security check holding a pure white Persian cat and walked out of the platform. Looking at the endless flow of people, a crazy expression appeared on his face: "It's all a small fight between a group of little characters... Let's just let it go."
