In the end, Klein followed the guidance of spiritual intuition and followed Mr. Aigron.
No matter what the purpose of the prince behind him was, Klein felt that he would always find an opportunity to recite his honorable name.
Although he did not intend to seek help from "Mystery" directly, but he accidentally heard the honorable name of Ambrosius while watching the "live broadcast" on the gray fog, so he might give it a try.
His instinct told him that that person would definitely respond.
boom.
Rosago's body was not taken away from the room, and even the clothes on his body became more messy. His head rolled at the foot of the sofa and stared straight at the door of the room, seemingly brewing endless resentment.
A gust of cold wind blew past, and Sharon, who had been floating outside the window just now without directly breaking the "judge's" blockade, slowly flew into the empty room, with no waves in her blue eyes.
The sudden burst of power attracted her, so she did not immediately support Klein. She could only watch her employer being taken away by the landlord from a distance.
She looked around the small space, and raised her pale-skinned arms slightly. With a burst of coldness, Rosago's headless body actually stood up, like a puppet that had been in disrepair and lacked lubrication in its joints. It was difficult.
He walked a few steps, his movements strange.
He walked, walked, his movements became smoother and smoother, and then he silently picked up his fallen head, and pressed it roughly on his neck, which had been burnt black.
Living corpse, the former "Puppet Master" has undoubtedly become a living corpse!
Being "complete" again, he glanced over with dull eyes, nodded at the "resentful soul" he longed for before his death, took the initiative to walk towards the door, held the door handle, and walked out.
Watching the thin wooden door close again, Sharon knew that in about ten minutes, an unknown body would be found in the Tasok River.
The house returned to tranquility. Miss "Wraith Ghost", with blond hair, blue eyes, delicate appearance, and a pale doll-like appearance, was floating aimlessly in the air like a real female ghost.
After a long time, it seemed that she couldn't wait for that person's return. Her illusory and hazy body gradually became real. The black Gothic palace dress fell on an ordinary chair, and her slender figure was wrapped in black boots.
His legs were crossed and hung down, tapping lightly on the bloody wooden floor. The patterns on the toes of his shoes were stained with bright red.
She looked at the sofa opposite and fell into deep thought.
............
Embassy of the Republic of Intis in Backlund, Queens.
This embassy is worthy of the name of the romantic country of Intis. The entire building shows the splendor of the "sun" and the rigorous aesthetics of "steam". It is like a magnificent rose, advocating the implicit Rune style architecture.
Among the crowd, she is more beautiful than others.
However, at this time, this villa, which seemed to be made of gold, had been unknowingly covered by the richest shadow in the corner that the red moon could not reach. The fallen spiritual power had gently covered it with a shadow.
layer of yarn.
The weather today is quite good. Under the few stars and the ever-present red moon, two tall and thin figures are suspended side by side, looking down at the house soaked in sticky desire with indifferent eyes.
Mr. A, the divine envoy of the Aurora Society with a beautiful face, was looking at everything on the ground intently. His scarlet eyes were constantly moving on the staff of the Intis embassy who were moving around, and some of them disappeared in a flash.
Some of them stared at it for a long time, as if they were assessing the value of livestock about to be slaughtered.
The overwhelming shadow barrier here cannot be made by this "shepherd" who only has Sequence 5. Such a large arrangement, if it were not special, would have attracted the attention of the angels in the palace.
Next to Mr. A, the man in a dark purple robe suddenly took off his hood, looked up at the brightest full moon in the sky, and smiled.
"Your Highness Edmund, I'm ready." Mr. A, who had been looking down at the ground, suddenly withdrew his gaze, devoutly drew an inverted cross on his chest, and said slightly sideways.
Edmund Jason, who was briefly arriving here through his clone, but whose real body was deep in the violent sea, withdrew his gaze. His dark purple eyes mixed with silver and gold suddenly turned into dark blue, and he nodded slightly.
"Okay, but I still have to do some processing."
With that said, this "Corruptor" who, although he only became an angel at the end of the Fourth Age, has mastered an unusually rich amount of mysterious magic, slowly stretched out his right hand.
His fingertips touched the air-conditioning in the air, becoming transparent little by little, turning into light particles. The huge information flow changed forms, and through the power of personality, like a magnet, it sucked out a large number of fragmentary information from the golden villa below.
information.
"You only have ten minutes." Edmund, who was carefully suppressing his breath and disturbing other staff in the embassy with cognitive information, said calmly. He looked at Mr. A, who had been bowing his head respectfully, and the wind and waves suddenly rose around him, gliding towards him.
house below.
In fact, if you just kill this unknown Intis ambassador, even if you have to pretend to be a "shepherd" to commit the crime, and fake the reason for the Aurora Society to take over this operation - for Edmund, it is just a backhanded job.
.
But the Lord's half seemed to have made it clear that he did not want the Lord to get involved in his revenge.
Although it sounds ridiculous, Edmund is surprisingly understandable, and is even willing to take the initiative to facilitate the actions of the Aurora Society's envoys for the sake of this "other master" whom he has not yet met.
Moreover, if he really wants to take revenge through the power of the Lord, he will only encounter greater resistance because his true identity is exposed... Withdrawing his eyes, he has noticed that the power of balance is gradually being destroyed.
The corners of Edmund's mouth raised slightly as he looked teasingly towards the depths of Queens.
Augustus, I hope you can see through my interference with information soon...
............
As the owner of Intis's highest power in Loen, Backlund is savoring the time that only belongs to him.
Just in the evening, he had assigned Rosago to kill the bounty hunter whose location they had determined. Although he had not returned yet, the ambassador was not worried.
A "Secret Puppet Master", even if he has lost his secret puppet, is definitely not something that a Sequence Eight or Sequence Nine can withstand... He was stroking the short, stiff beard on his chin, and was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt on his upper body.
He walked out of a room in the embassy in a simple shirt.
The ambassador just enjoyed a short period of happiness and is in a good mood now.
Today he specially left behind a girl who was bought by the Zigman Party from the Golden Rose, which relieved the pressure that had accumulated recently.
Backlund, who had faint dark circles under his eyes, walked through the corridor, opened the office door that he had locked, returned to the chair that symbolized the ambassador's power, and glanced at a document.
The documents of the third-generation differential engine have been shipped back to the country and have been approved by the parliament and the prime minister. When my term ends, I may be able to take on a more important position.
He waved his hand indifferently, took out a bottle of precious Olmir from the low cabinet under his desk, and poured it gently into a clean glass.
The scarlet liquid like blood slowly flows into the bottom of the glass, and the rich and mellow red color continues to accumulate, reflecting the orange light cast by the huge chandelier in the room, making the liquid in the glass even more attractive.
Backlund skillfully and gently shook the red wine in the glass, then put it to his lips and drank it bit by bit.
Behind him, expensive velvet curtains blocked the path of light, and layers of shadowy darkness were dotted with intricate patterns, adding a touch of mystery to the entire room.
The thick shadow is slowly rising, and silent death is approaching.
Beckland finally finished tasting the wine that barely covered the bottom of the glass, his pale eyes narrowed slightly, and a sarcastic smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
boom!
A deadly line of fire spread out behind him, and the claws of the flames forced the shadow that had raised its body to retreat hastily.
With a bang, the shadows raised like waves exploded, and the scattered parts were like snakes, quickly sliding to a safe place and regrouping in front of Beckland, forming a line completely covered by the black robe.
figure.
"Aurora Society." The ambassador who was almost assassinated just now narrowed his eyes and chewed on this term that often appeared in documents, with a complicated tone.
If he hadn't been carrying around a magical item that had a certain connection with the "Puppet Master" just now, he might have been silently strangled by this Aurora Society assassin.
Although "Hunters" have beast-like intuition and are not good at auxiliary ritual magic, inspiration is as powerful as "Soothsayers" and others.
But the "Rose Bishop" or "Shepherd" in front of him probably also carried items that could shield him from malicious intent, so he was unable to detect any sense of danger.
In the silence, Beckron, who seemed to be sitting casually on the chair, suddenly burst into flames. A long whip condensed with pure flames was raised high and mercilessly draped towards the enemy standing opposite the master.
He raised his legs and kicked away the long table in front of him, suddenly raised his voice and shouted:
"Come here, there's an assassin! Come here!"
This is the embassy of Intis. Even if Rosago is not here, there are still three powerful mid-sequence and nearly ten low-sequence guards here. This is the power allowed by Roen.
But before the call for help took effect, a huge flaming broadsword stained with the smell of sulfur had already cut open the long table that was in the way. In one fell swoop, it split open the flaming whip that unleashed sparks wantonly, and smashed on the ground with an even more violent impact.
There was a loud noise.
This attacker doesn't care if it attracts surrounding enemies!
Backlund, who had already sensed something was wrong, looked around in horror, only to see that the attacker, whose face had been covered by a hood just now, now revealed his eyes hidden in the shadows.
A pair full of malice and madness, engraved with strange patterns.