The sunshine in the suburbs was still bright. In the valley further outside the city of Backlund, a lizard lay blankly on a low-hanging shrub branch, its huge vertical pupils constantly blocked by eyelids that opened and closed on the left and right.
A stream flowed slowly nearby, and the sound of running water covered up the low chirping of dragonflies passing by in the air.
Waiting for the opportunity, the lizard gradually closed its body and pushed its throat back slightly, as if in the next moment, the long tongue in the mouth would shoot out like a sharp sword.
Suddenly, this silence was broken by distorted colors. The tongue it shot out in a hurry became brighter and brighter, and then lost its color in silence, and died together with the dragonflies falling in the sky.
Ince Zangwill, who has profound features and looks like a classical sculpture, has cold eyes, and an ordinary quill with black as the main tone lies quietly in his hand without causing any trouble.
Snap.
The body of the lizard on the branch slowly slid down and fell to the ground. The huge eyes were still wide open, but the needle-like vertical pupils were spreading little by little and losing their luster.
Zangwill, who was wearing a straight black clerical robe, walked forward step by step, and his figure silently disappeared at the end of the valley, out of sight of a pair of scarlet eyes.
The all-black crow stood quietly on the top of the tree canopy, its viewpoint unchanged, still staying in the valley, like a delicate sculpture.
............
"So you want Ivens to try using Arrodes?" Ikanser, whose hair was messier than usual, scratched his head again, with obvious helplessness on his face, but he held on to the silver mirror with both hands.
The constant movement of lifting revealed that he seemed to have other ideas.
Dunn, who was unable to say anything, kept moving his eyes between Carlson and Ikanser. Seeing the two silently looking at each other, the atmosphere was a little strange for a moment.
So what’s so weird about this mirror?
Dunn was about to touch his forehead subconsciously, but even then he stopped moving, pressed down his raised right hand, and finally couldn't help but say:
"Arrodes, is this mirror's name?"
"Is it a living sealed object?"
brush!
This name was like a strange switch. Carlson and Ikanser, who were still looking at each other, instantly turned their heads, with pity in their eyes.
Ikanse, who has heavy dark circles under his eyes, speaks very fast and his words are blurred:
"yes......"
But before he could finish speaking, a layer of water ripples suddenly flashed across the surface of the ordinary silver mirror, and the gems on both sides of the frame flashed with electric light.
Finally, under Carlson's solemn eyes, Ikanser gave in and took the initiative to lift the mirror.
"My name is Arrods, and I am now judged to be a Level 2 Sealed Artifact."
Blood-red characters appeared calmly on the wavy mirror surface one by one, and thin gray fog suddenly appeared in the dark and lightless background.
Looking at the strange sight in front of him, Dunn frowned, carefully avoided the still-changing mirror, raised his head and asked:
"How should I handle this?"
Ikanser and Carlson, who had equally messy hair, shook their heads in unison and pointed to the mirror.
The characters on the rippling mirror changed again.
"You just need to answer the questions Arrodes asked."
"Now you owe Arrods two questions. You are not allowed to hide or lie, otherwise you will be severely punished."
Before Dunn could respond, the mirror with a faint gray mist floating in the background changed again, and blood-red characters formed a new sentence.
"Are you willing to know the whereabouts of one of your former subordinates?"
There was silence in the room. Dunn, who was staring at the mirror, slowly raised his right hand and pushed up his slightly slipped gold-rimmed glasses. The emotions in his eyes were blocked by the reflection and could not be seen.
He looked at Ikanser who was holding a mirror and nodded sincerely, and said in a complicated tone:
"willing."
Wow.
Although no sound was made, Dunn intuitively felt that something was being stirred as the surface of the silver mirror changed.
The rippling mirror surface suddenly became deep, and the colorful colors gradually outlined an abstract and blurry picture.
In the light gray mist, a man with a wrinkled upper body in a white shirt walked alone deeper into the scene. Behind him, two accompanying shadows dragged long on the ground, one illusory and the other real.
This strange picture also attracted Carlson's attention. He raised his eyebrows curiously and looked sideways, only to find that Dunn's brows were furrowed and his dark red eyes were indescribably deep.
The whereabouts of one of my former subordinates...
Based on his own experience, he immediately thought of Klein, who died with him in the Megoos attack.
But recalling his tomb, which had no trace of damage and was as new as ever, this whimsical idea was suppressed again, and his thoughts changed.
Will I or any of my subordinates encounter something weird like this?
Frye is very stable, and he should continue to stay in Tingen after I leave... Luo Yao and Xijia are both sequence nine, and they are not men in the picture either...
Male, male...
The last two figures flashed through his mind, one was Cornley, who had lost an arm, and the other was Leonard, who was always reluctant to dress properly, and his white shirt was always as messy as his hair.
Dunn's eyes gradually sharpened, and as he looked at the tall man in the strange picture, his suspicions became more certain.
Suddenly, the image in the mirror changed, the blood-red characters appeared again, and the thin gray fog returned to the gloomy background.
"Second question, are you willing to spread the fact that Arrods is now imprisoned by the Church of Steam, and tell the elders who once helped you, or others?"
What is the problem!
Carlson's eyes widened in shock, and he suddenly felt the injustice of the world.
Obviously yesterday, it was so tortured to ask myself and the captain...
Ikanser, who was holding a silver mirror in his hand but also stretched out his head to take a look, had a relatively indifferent reaction. He just shook his head slowly, doubting Arolds' vague reference in his heart.
Are the so-called elders the teachers who led Louis Evans to the extraordinary path?
Is he an extraordinary person who is connected with a cult?
"I can promise you." Dunn, who probably understood what the other party meant, paused and promised hesitantly.
Suddenly he changed the topic, his expression was natural, and the corners of his mouth raised into a smile.
"I will tell my father that there is such a magical mirror."
"Okay." Nothing happened to Ikanser, who was watching closely to see if Arrodes would suddenly drop lightning. He took two steps back quickly, put the mirror back in his arms, and looked at Karl.
Sen ordered, "You take Evans and leave first, and I will send Arrods back underground."
Carlson, who was wearing thick glasses, nodded slightly and was about to speak when he realized that Dunn's eyes were still on the mirror, as if he was thinking about something.
.............
"Coo, coo, coo, coo!" The dark brown owl howled wantonly, and a figure wearing a double-breasted coat walked out of the darkness with heavy footsteps, accompanied by the crisp tapping sound of a cane.
After taking off his human skin mask, his face was no longer old-fashioned, and his bookishness was almost worn away. Klein silently looked at the houses facing the street at the end of the road, his back straight.
"Rafter Pound, after losing most of his property, rented a single-family house at house number 29, West Vilas Street."
He recalled this key piece of information in his mind and took another step.
With his good eyesight after being promoted, Klein could clearly see Rafter Pound, who was drinking red wine alone on the balcony with his face flushed.
Like a true gentleman taking an evening walk, he tapped his cane, and as he passed the garden in front of No. 29, the plain glove on his right hand stirred silently.
Belonging to Rafter Pound and several other servants, the butler's spiritual body line gradually became clear. In Klein's field of vision, except for the Baron, most of the remaining individuals were scattered on the first floor.
In various positions, the only exception was lying on the big bed behind Rafter, already falling into a deep sleep.
The figure wearing a black double-breasted coat was still strolling on the street, passing by the drunken Raft Pound's eyes without any concealment, and walking towards the darkness beyond.
The baronet slowly withdrew his gaze. The wine glass he held in his palm was empty. He smashed his mouth in boredom and pretended to turn around.
He rubbed his feet hard on the ground, turning into a pigeon-toed shape, which was ridiculous.
But his body was still stiff in place, and his limbs seemed to be filled with lead, so stagnant that he could not move.
Suddenly, the intoxication of alcohol was driven out of Rafter Pound's mind. He turned his head with all his strength and glanced to the right, but he could only see the white back that was mostly covered on the bed.
I said... I was speechless... Gradually, even his thoughts began to become stagnant, as if he was about to turn into a real sculpture.
Just when he was about to despair, his feet stepped up on their own. The middle-aged man, who had been emptied by alcohol and sex, suddenly became flexible and climbed over the balcony railing with strange movements, hanging himself on the balcony.
Outside.
This is a single-family house. The height of the first floor is nearly four meters, which is enough to kill him!
"Haha, as long as you answer my question, you won't fall." Just when he was almost desperate, a hoarse voice squeezed into his ears, and his characteristics could not be distinguished.
"If you are willing to save your life, just nod."
Suddenly, Rafter Pound felt that his neck returned to normal. He subconsciously wanted to shout for help, but he couldn't. In the end, he could only nod tremblingly.
"Smart decision, I originally thought your brain had been replaced with red wine and white turbidity."
"Now that you have proven that you still have the ability to think, as long as you answer my questions, I will let you go."
Rafter Pound, who was trembling, suddenly stopped, and immediately the flabby muscles on his face trembled, trembling even more violently.
"Problem, another question, aren't you willing to let me go?" His voice was very low, and the sudden tears and snot left along the wrinkles on his face, making his speech unclear.
Klein, who was hiding in the darkness of the house and only a few meters away from Rafter, frowned, took a deep breath, and continued:
"I'm not necessarily the same as those who once questioned you. I just want to know the secret behind the Pound family."
"For example, some things underground in that house, such as the relationship between you and the 'Hunter'."
Suddenly, Rafter Pound, whose body was pressed against the balcony, paused for a second.