The band in the corner of the golden hall played music again. Several pairs of dancing partners held each other's waists and slid to the center of the dance floor, either unfamiliar or familiar. The lone ladies and young ladies were watching aside, and some were impatient, dancing lightly.
Dance steps, take the initiative to move forward, showing off the floating dress.
Sitting alone on an empty bench, the man as silent as a stone sculpture stared quietly in front of him. Everything noisy around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. Only the few people talking in front of him caught his interest and made him
Can't take my eyes away.
Standing at the back, Klein, who had been observing the mood swings of Lopez and Mike through his spiritual vision, tilted his head and seemed unconcerned about the content of the ensuing conversation.
Mike, who smiled deeply and took the initiative to put himself in a low profile, shrugged rudely.
"Then please start."
Lopez, who had dull eyes but complicated thoughts in his mind, nodded slightly and whispered in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Actually, it's very simple. Xibel is a child I kindly adopted. She is very cute and very lovable. The only drawback is that she is not very smart when it comes to learning."
As she spoke, she seemed to have really become a kind-hearted adoptive mother lamenting the misfortune of the little girl, and sighed.
"Unfortunately, after she accompanied a gentleman home that day, she encountered misfortune and died on her way home early in the morning."
"Her misfortune has caused many other children here to panic. Recently, they have not dared to go out casually. The reason I used that attitude towards you before was because there were many unscrupulous reporters who harassed these children. They only care about their own interests.
But he has never lowered his gaze from above and taken a direct look at poor people like us."
"Fortunately, there is an honest reporter like you, Mr. Clement." Lopez glanced at the fake ID in Mike's hand and said with a smile.
Mike, who was constantly simplifying records in his notebook, also raised his head and continued in a timely manner:
"Of course, it's my honor to be able to help you. I wonder what else I can do for you?"
"Oh." Lopez whispered in surprise, and then his smile became brighter, "Of course, I think we have indeed encountered some troubles recently. It would be great if we could borrow the power of the 'Uncrowned King' in your hand."
"Of course." Mike smiled. Klein, who was looking behind him, couldn't help but regain his attention. He began to observe every move of this reporter in a subtle way, preparing to learn from this kind of experience in public opinion.
ability.
Lopez, who was holding the wine glass, moved lightly and carefully placed the wine glass on the small table in front of the single sofa.
At some point, there was no one around them, as if a vacuum zone had formed. There were older ladies walking around on the outermost edge, blocking away all the curious gentlemen.
"Actually, Sibel escaped. Although I don't know which one is more tormenting, being killed so cruelly or living a darker life."
Mike, who was recording, suddenly frowned and almost didn't react. Behind him, Klein still looked like it had nothing to do with him, just wary of the women who were constantly moving around him.
Lopez, who put on a pitiful look, looked at Mike's frown and explained: "Mr. Clement, since you are a reporter, you must know that there are some controversial gentlemen in the Jowood area, and we are behind them
I don’t even dare to think about the backers. One of them has become famous recently, and he wants some good-looking children to put in his newly purchased manor.”
"The Jowood District has only come to the limelight recently, Ms. Lopez, maybe you can explain it more clearly?" Mike's frown did not ease at all.
But Lopez seemed to be really frightened and refused to speak. He just repeated that he had a backer and had some connections with the East Side and refused to provide any more information.
"Okay, I think that's enough. I'm sorry to bother you today." Mike closed his shorthand notebook without mentioning Larry Bourne at all.
Lopez, who still had a slight smile on his face, shook his head.
"Actually, you have already helped me a lot. When Iris happened, I didn't even have a chance to speak out."
In order to express her gratitude, she specially called the bodyguard who was standing not far away, asked him to send Klein and Mike away, and sent them outside the door in one breath.
The sun set slightly to the west. Klein looked deeply at the bodyguard standing in front of the Golden Rose Gate, looking at him, and finally withdrew his gaze.
"What did you hear about those last words she said?"
The reason why he acted unconcerned just now was, firstly, because he really felt that he had forgotten something in his mind, and secondly, from the perspective of spiritual vision, Lopez and Mike were just acting!
Mike, who was ashen-faced, adjusted his coat, looked around, and said in a low voice:
"Humph, we haven't found the murderer of the crazy Ripper and the rotten male corpse, but we may have found a human trafficker!"
He did not give Klein a chance to ask questions, but walked towards the distant street with his bodyguard and took the opportunity to explain.
"If what Lopez said just now is true, then Capin, who just recently moved into the Jowood area, may be the villain who has a twisted interest in the innocent girl in the Golden Rose."
Kaping?
Klein frowned slightly.
"Human trafficker?"
"You're not going to report him, are you?"
"How is it possible? There is no big evidence that can be directly exposed, so there is no way to defeat him." Mike shook his head, then smiled sarcastically, and said self-deprecatingly, "Oh, 'The Uncrowned King', how can a reporter deserve such a title?"
Klein, whose eyes were downcast and emotionless, tried to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say, so he silently looked away and looked away.
Without any warning, his spiritual intuition came into play, and in the prediction picture fed back by the "Joker", a spiral bullet was about to hit.
"Be careful!" Klein, who was wearing a black double-breasted coat, turned his waist sharply, waved his right hand tightly with the cane, grabbed the bewildered Mike, and pushed him to the ground.
boom!
.............
boom!
By the window on the second floor of the Golden Rose, Lopez looked indifferently at Mike, who was pushed to the ground by Klein and escaped unharmed. He sneered and released his fingers from the blinds.
She twisted her slender waist and walked slowly to the depths of the corridor on the second floor. She stood in front of a dark brown door, inhaled slowly and knocked lightly.
"Come in."
Lopez, who had been dealing with reporters easily just now, took a deep breath, then put on a smile and gently opened the door without making any noise.
"Sir, I just used a reporter to spread the news about Kaping."
This room is quite large, with an extremely exaggerated and huge mahogany desk placed in the middle.
A tall man in formal attire was sitting behind the table, with his back to the door, caressing a blindfolded young lady whose face could not be seen clearly in his arms.
Lopez just stood at the door with a bow, not daring to take another step.
The man walking behind the table snorted and chuckled in a rough voice.
"Kaping's work is too rough, and sooner or later the church will find out if this continues."
As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something, and the movements of his hands intensified, causing a muffled groan in his arms.
"I don't know if it was the bastard there who reported the madman from the Aurora Society, but the fire was burned on our heads. It seems that we will have to leave in the future."
Lopez stood at the door like a sculpture, not daring to make a sound, and there were already beads of sweat on his forehead.
My husband is acting a little strange today. He doesn't usually talk to himself so much!
It's like she just accepted the order, helped Kaping, and then vaguely looked for opportunities to betray Kaping according to the order.
She stood stiffly at the door, her calves trembling slightly.
The discordant sounds in the room became louder and louder. After a long time, the gentleman seemed to remember something and waved his hand impatiently.
After receiving the permission, Lopez quickly stepped out, carefully closed the door, and then, not daring to stay one step longer, made a few sharp turns and disappeared on the second floor.
In the golden hall, the gentleman who was as silent as a stone sculpture slowly leaned against the back of his chair. His cold eyes gradually became blank, and his dark gray pupils became clearer little by little, as if they were glass beads that had lost their spirit. As long as you use your heart, you can
See the scene after this.
In the reflection of these eyes, on the calm ocean of subconsciousness, a gentleman who had been sitting on the edge of a deserted island slowly stood up. In the wise blue eyes, the pupils turned into needle shapes, covered with thick gray scales.
Dark red formal suit.
A few kilometers away, a young student who was reading a law book suddenly collapsed on his desk, seemingly asleep.
The light around him was not obviously distorted. An old man wearing a dark red formal suit with indifferent vertical eyes walked out of the air calmly and looked at the shadows floating beside him.
Wow.
The darkness in the corner surged like a wave, and a young man with a weak breath crawled out with difficulty, his dark red eyes filled with a little malice.
"I almost couldn't contain his erosion. Next time you can lure away the 'Uncertain Mist' puppet."
Angelweed, who was wearing the appearance of Hvin Rambis, did not respond. He just smiled slightly and his figure blurred again.
Bastard... There was a bit of "chaos" in his body, and there was a very regular wound on his abdomen. Fabuti was squirming and stamped his feet angrily, and the sticky shadow on the floor boiled instantly.
There was a bang, and the law student who was sleeping on the table fell into a deep sleep forever before he woke up. His brains were splashed all over the floor, red, white, and yellow, staining the floor, tabletop and ceiling in a blur.
The boiling shadow gradually rose up and was about to submerge Fabuti's ankles.
This ancient god is preparing to leave here by turning into a shadow.
Suddenly, the blood flowing between the gaps in the floor started to rise strangely, and the ancient god who was leaving was as stiff as a broken puppet.
In front of Him, the Elvish words composed of blood were constantly reorganized into unsigned sentences.
"Do me one thing and I'll give you a chance."
"I need you to share a demigod characteristic..."
Under or above the house, in the spiritual world, direction completely loses its meaning.
An illusory creature wearing a tattered robe with translucent insects constantly squirming at the collar exudes spirituality.
From deep under the robe, the withered hands control the vague symbols in the spiritual world, affecting the blood characters that reality is changing.
Beside it, two sporadic rays of pure light happened to "pass by" here, and the information flow condensing huge knowledge covered up all traces.