Da da da da, on the ground floor of No. 9 Bellotto Street, Backlund West District, Robert Memmingen strode straight to the room with the metal nameplate No. 7, a hint of impatience between his brows.
He was wearing a crisp dark suit, which did not match his blond hair, blue eyes, and extremely young appearance. Combined with his current serious expression, he looked like a boy pretending to be mature.
After turning the corner and arriving in front of the closed door, Robert had to stop and took a few quick breaths. After trying his best to smooth away the excess expression on his face, he knocked a few times and waited for the summons.
"Come in."
After five long seconds, the knuckles of his left hand were clenched and Robert, who was getting whiter and whiter, finally heard the permission. He opened the door without hesitation and said straight to the point:
"Your Excellency Major General, this is the action report sent by the Nighthawks today."
As he spoke, he pushed the layers of sealed brown paper bags in his hand along the smooth tabletop to the Major General who was reading the newspaper.
"Don't be nervous, Memmingen. Lieutenant Colonel Saruhe told me last night that the problem was successfully solved. There was no trouble, and the aerospace boat didn't fire, right?" He had short, hard black hair.
Qionas Kilger, who was short-haired, didn't even raise his head, and seemed to have no interest in opening the document.
"But the Nighthawks just submitted another report, and the agents we accompanied yesterday also completed their mission reports this morning. They all mentioned a possible emerging organization." Robert, who was born in a noble family, saw his boss.
The boss ignored important information, and the frown on his already immature face made him look even more lacking.
He quickly put the other brown paper bag in his hand that had not been sealed yet on the table, poured out all the beige or light yellow papers inside, pointed at the black and white photo at the top, and raised his head,
The surprised Qonas said:
"Your Majesty, Major General, according to the judgment of the 'Sword of the Goddess' of the Goddess Church - Creste Sesima, the two mysterious people who caused the death of Lanluwus, the creator of the Tingen incident, were more or less involved.
At least a level 1 sealed object."
Although Robert's tone was slightly excited, his aristocratic cultivation still restrained him from maintaining the most basic respect for his superiors. Seeing that he had attracted the major general's attention, he decisively pulled out another report that was suppressed underneath.
He pointed to the machine-typed characters above, his voice sonorous and powerful.
"The Nighthawks of the church used two different sealed objects, and Archbishop St. Anthony also conducted divination through his own methods, but they were unable to get any information about the two mysterious people. Do you know what this means?"
Looking at Robert, whose face was rosy due to excitement, Qionas calmly closed the newspaper in his hand, picked it up lazily with his fingers, glanced at the unusually clear corpse of Lanerwus in the photo, and raised the corners of his mouth.
There was an indescribable smile, and the deep blue to almost black eyes were full of playfulness.
"Major Memmingen, have you considered the consequences of speaking to me in this tone?"
Robert, who was still pointing his finger at the report, suddenly felt a chill. He subconsciously straightened his body and assumed a very standard military posture.
No matter what kind of family background he has behind him, he is not a bargaining chip that needs to be feared in front of this powerful man who is comparable to a demigod.
Seeing that Robert's mood had eased, Qonas changed to a more comfortable sitting position, with his left leg resting on his right leg. With his two overly long arms, he picked up the cigar placed next to the desk and used the scissors skillfully.
The top part was cut off.
"What is your opinion, Major General?"
"What I mean is that the Aurora Society has been too rampant recently. The human trade and arms smuggling at sea have consumed a large part of our strength. Coupled with the recent conflict with Intis, if another extraordinary person with a mysterious background appears at this time,
organization, I’m worried that Backlund’s security will become even more turbulent.”
Robert leaned forward slightly and tactfully hinted at the various cases that have caused public controversy and panic recently. Most of them are part of the extraordinary in themselves, but the people are not aware of them, which has caused great harm to the government.
pressure of public opinion.
"So I should propose to dispatch some agents to investigate this mysterious organization that even the three demigods in the sequence cannot divine?" Looking at the reports spread out on a table in front of him, Qonas showed the disdain in his eyes without concealing it.
He waved his hand impatiently.
He put down the burning cigar in his hand, put his hands on the corners of the table, and looked at Robert, whose lips were constantly moving, with great pressure, until he finally clenched his fists and left his office.
Seeing that the door was closed and the room was clear again, he sat back again, picked up the cigar beside him, took a deep breath, and based on his intuition, picked up the report mixed in a pile of papers.
If it weren't for the huge influence of the Memmingen family in the parliament, and considering the secret existence of the demigod, Qonas would not have allowed this kid who has been called "Knight" since the academy days to become him smoothly.
secretary.
He was reading the transcript of the report, which was handwritten by Crestel himself. When he saw the bottom, he couldn't help but pause for a moment.
"The Fool" and "The World"?
If he remembered correctly, there seemed to be words similar to "The Fool" in that ruins...
............
Jowood district, Minsk street.
On the empty road, a hired carriage heard the news. Wearing a half-high silk top hat, a spotless black double-breasted coat, and a mature face and smooth beard, Klein handed the fare to the waiting coachman.
, he carried a cane and walked with a relaxed gait towards House No. 17, which he had never lived in.
After last night's review and consideration, he definitely no longer thinks about anything related to other events recently, and only focuses on acting and promotion, so he should give himself a holiday.
As for the witch hidden in the golden rose, the "demon" who created the Ripper case, and the rotten male corpse that may appear at any time, evil in this extraordinary realm will temporarily fade away from his sight.
Recently, Klein just wants to be a detective honestly, and at most do some meaningful things. For example, if there is an opportunity, find a way to expose Kaping, who is secretly trafficking in human beings, from an extraordinary perspective.
When he thought of this, even though Klein's face was so stiff that he couldn't smile because he slept all night wearing a human skin mask, he could still see the joyful emotion in his gestures.
I'm going to clean up my house today, and by the way...Suddenly, he who had already taken out the keys suddenly stopped and stood there, looking at the young lady waiting boredly in front of his room door, her ice-blue eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses.