In an ordinary house that nominally belongs to the nobility in Queens.
Forsi glanced at the exit from the living room to other rooms, and his hands on his knees stirred slightly, feeling a little uneasy.
Why hasn't Xio come back yet... The silent transactions in the room are still going on, and five minutes have passed since Xio left the room.
As less and less words remained on the blackboard, Mr. A's party gradually came to an end.
Finally, when the party was about to end, Xio, who was covered in robes and slightly lower than the waiter beside him, walked in from the exit and returned to his seat.
Forsi, who had been waiting for a long time, glanced at her and saw that his friend sitting next to him had a serious face, and there was not much emotion in his dark green eyes.
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Silver City, near the patrol camp.
Silvery lightning flashes across the sky from time to time, and together with the animal skin lanterns hung on wooden poles around it, they form a valuable lighting resource for this camp.
Derrick leaned against one of the wooden poles, clasping his hands in front of his chest, hugging his own "Sword of Silence" tightly.
After encountering Roholid, he was transferred out of the original team. According to the arrangement of the six-person council elders, he was organized into a separate team along with a group of mid-level Beyonders.
Unfortunately, this team is directly under the leadership of Chief Colin Yinliat, and also has Lovia as his deputy.
Boom!
Without any warning, a bolt of lightning larger than ever in the sky divided the boundless darkness, but the team members waiting in the camp did not react much, and no one even took a second look.
This is a sign of the replacement of "night" and "day" on this continent. After the lightning strikes, the frequency of lightning replacement in the sky will become faster and faster, just like the daytime illuminated by the sun as recorded in ancient books.
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The stomach bag of the soul eater, and a piece of the main material of the "Sheriff", these all belong to the eighth level of the sequence, and it will take me about three daily patrols this week to collect... Derrick held it in his arms
With his long sword, he stood up from under the wooden pole.
There are also the characteristics of the human skin shadow that Mr. "World" needs, and the pituitary gland of the Thousand-faced Hunter... I remember that according to records, the demigod giant under Mr. "Fool" was killed near Silver City.
Dragons, basically there are no monsters related to dragons anymore. In addition to applying for exchange for reserves in the warehouse, you can only wait to participate in outing exploration.
The ghost properties of human skin are not too unusual, and there are quite a few ghost monsters hiding in the darkness... Derrick looked at the darkness that was everywhere around him.
These gauze-like pitch blacks are constantly flickering in and out of light and darkness. At a glance, one can vaguely catch shadowy ghost figures hiding in the brief darkness. They disappear without a trace or sound in the silvery white of lightning before revealing their fangs.
"whole team."
At the entrance of the camp, a familiar and old voice broke Derrick's contemplation. Within a few seconds, the chief in linen clothes was already standing in the middle of the camp. After returning from the last exploration, he was related to Roholid.
Lovia, who had caused dissatisfaction among most of the team members, stood aside silently, apparently not receiving any punishment from the six-member council.
Although he knew that the elder who herded a demigod in front of him was a believer of the true Creator and would not endanger himself in any way, Derrick still instinctively grasped the "Sword of Silence"
The hilt of the sword, and the glow of dawn also covered his palm.
Colin Yinliat, who was a full two meters tall, looked around for a week, taking in the obvious or implicit warnings of these members, and then said slowly:
"In two days, prepare to set off to explore the city after the last dragon. The daily patrols before this will continue as before."
Continue to explore that city? Derrick looked at Elder Lovia next to the chief in surprise, only to find that this lady who had lost the trust of quite a few members of the Silver City team did not express anything, just stared indifferently.
Watching the sudden burst of noise and chaos in front of me.
Derrick is not the only one to have doubts about this. Many Beyonders who have reached Sequence Five and Sequence Six levels have maintained their opinions on the chief's order.
After all, the last time they explored, they encountered Loholid, who was almost unable to resist. Although the giant dragon escaped inexplicably last time, would it still be there this time?
Are there other dangers hidden in the ruins of the city-state that the giant dragon last occupied?
As the group of people with the most combat experience in Silver City, they would of course be concerned about dangers of all kinds.
Obedience and unity are the most powerful weapons that have kept Silver City standing so far, while caution is the strongest shield.
However, due to the six-member council, or the prestige that Chief Colin Yinliat himself had accumulated over the years, the initial silence returned to the camp after just a brief discussion, and basically all members had silently accepted this decision.
Task.
Alas... In the gloomy darkness, everyone's faces were illuminated by silvery white from time to time. Looking at these faces that were not very similar, but contained the same emotions and power, Colin sighed imperceptibly.
His eyes moved slowly, and finally the chief's eyes stopped on Derrick's face, who had turned his head slightly and seemed to be dodging. However, the hesitation in his eyes was fleeting, and soon the chief gave up on the matter.
Thinking of the special treatment given to the young man who was hiding a secret, he looked in the direction behind him as if nothing happened.
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In the churning Sunian Sea, the Blue Avenger was thrown up high from time to time, and then fell back under the influence of gravity. His sight penetrated the glass window wetted by the sea water, and Alger, who was sitting firmly on the captain's chair, watched with his eyes.
The sailors were staggering on the deck and had to use all their strength to avoid being swept into the deep sea by the waves. Among the various turbans staggering around, only a few convinced sailors from the church and the first mate who had accepted his favor were walking on the ground.
Others are so embarrassed.
Winter winter winter.
There was a muffled sound, and Alger, who was firmly seated in his seat, refused to get up. Using the unique design of the captain's cabin door, he controlled the airflow and wrapped around the handle.
Maybe it was because the long period of turbulence consumed a lot of energy. The second mate who knocked on the door in a hurry didn't notice that his captain was still sitting on the chair and never got up. He just thought that as a more powerful Beyonder, the captain's reaction speed was faster.
It was a bit pretentious, and he didn't ask him to go to the deck and pull on the sail rope with all his strength. He was not willing to stand with them sailors for a while longer.
However, these little inner thoughts only stayed at the stage of thinking. In front of Alger, the second officer at the ninth level of the sequence lowered his head with a red turban and gasped:
"Captain, the church is just ahead of us. We are sailing completely against the ocean current, and the bastards on the deck are a little bit unable to hold on anymore. We need to dock at the church's port in front of us to avoid the wind and waves, and we can also replenish the fresh water."
Listening to the second officer's report, Alger instinctively constructed an illusory navigation chart in his mind, and almost instantly understood the current situation based on spiritual feedback.
If you just rest for a day and avoid the strongest waves, it will not affect the transfer to the outer channel of the Rhoside Islands before next week... Although as the captain of the privateer ship of the Church of Storms, Alger is less restricted, but
He still needs to change course from time to time according to the orders of the church.
As for this time, in order to monitor the movements of the rebels on the Rhoside Islands, Alger, who had just left the outskirts of the archipelago, defied all opinions and asked to return voluntarily against the ocean current. He only borrowed the church's previous order to hunt down Lieutenant General Disease.
"Okay, try to dock at the church's port tonight." After a little consideration, Alger agreed to the second officer's proposal.
Seeing that this monitor who was actually sent by the church to attack him was about to close the door and go out, Alger frowned slightly and spoke again:
"By the way, I remember that you are an indigenous person from the Rhoside Islands?"
The second officer shuddered visibly when his background was suddenly mentioned, and then turned around abruptly, a bit overreacting.
"I have been studying in a missionary school since I was a child. I can't even speak the indigenous languages, and I can only change my appearance."
Alger saw that he was wary of bringing up topics related to his ancestry, anxious to clarify his identity as an indigenous person in the Rhoside Islands, and waved his hand pretending to be impatient.
"I mean, how much do you know about those so-called rebels?"
The second mate, whose palm rested on the door handle, stopped trembling and became silent. He just stared closely at Alger who was sitting upright, trying to figure out why the other party suddenly brought up this topic that was not good for anyone.
"I don't know those rebels very well, and it's impossible for them to accept a fake Loen like me who took over the church education since childhood." After a long time, a second pair of backs with the same tan skin as the natives who can be seen everywhere on the Rhoside Islands
passed the body.
"Nothing, I just suddenly remembered that many private ports in the Rhoside Islands are still in the hands of the indigenous people." Alger leaned on the back of his chair and waved his hand. The slightly panicked second officer also nodded casually as if he had been granted amnesty.
He closed the door and returned to the deck.
In the captain's cabin, Alger was still staring in the direction where the second officer was standing just now. He remembered a rumor he had heard and murmured to himself;
"Before the Church of Storms occupied the Rhoside Islands, like Sunia Island, elves were often found here..."
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On Tuesday morning, Klein confirmed from the "Backlund Morning News" that Mr. Eye of Wisdom would still hold a gathering at that address this Wednesday night.
I don’t know what kind of weapons the agent lady will prepare this time... Klein felt the bulging of his arms and sides of his body, and adjusted his sitting posture.
After the Tarot session ended yesterday, Klein, who had nothing to do, went to Backlund Bridge Street and bought "Attachment" revolver-sized ammunition at other underground trading points provided by Yin En, and also prepared some ammunition.
A new gun bag.
Alas, if I had known earlier, I should have asked the lady to prepare some extraordinary items from the "sun" field at the last party. However, judging from the previous transactions, she should have brought some bullets with special effects to each party. If there was really no suitable
Items such as demon-hunting bullets are not unacceptable... However, considering the existence of the "substitute", similar thoughts stayed in Klein's mind for a few minutes.
Due to the agreement he made with Miss Sharon yesterday, the ambush on the "Rose School" and "Indulgence School" will probably happen within the next few days. In order to receive news from Miss Sharon on time, Klein decided to reward himself with a day's rest at home.
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After simply tidying up, Klein, who had just collapsed on the sofa in the living room and was about to read today's newspaper, suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
Home commission?
It can't be Mr. White... Klein threw away this not-so-funny joke and walked toward the entrance in a leisurely manner. He didn't put on the cat's eye, but just turned on his spiritual vision silently and took a glance.
Directly through the thin wooden door panel, one can clearly see the general emotional aura and spiritual state of the visitor behind the door.
The rich dark blue is mixed with pitch black, and the cold colors symbolize calm thinking. The emotional aura does not fluctuate much. Although Klein already had an answer in his heart, when he opened the door, he really saw his neighbor with a complicated identity - Louis.
·After Yin Wensi thought, he showed just the right amount of surprise.
"Detective Yin Wensi, what's the matter?"
He pretended to knock twice behind the detective, his evasive eyes as if he was really afraid that there was an official extraordinary person hiding in some corner.
Dunn, who had just been promoted yesterday and was still not very good at spiritual restraint, rubbed his forehead, ignored the overly expressive actions of this strange neighbor, and said in a calm voice:
"I recently encountered a difficult problem and would like to consult your opinion."
Thorny eucalyptus, refer to my opinion?
Although Klein didn't believe that this was the other party's true purpose, he still nodded and let in the neighbor with a mysterious background. At the same time, he also adjusted the "substitute" to a state that could be activated at any time.
As the master, Klein went to prepare black tea. In the living room, Dunn, who was thought to have just made a random excuse, glanced around for a week until he, the newly promoted "Requiem Master", did not feel anything special.
The presence of the spirit body suppressed the vigilance in my heart about the translucent figure I accidentally glimpsed yesterday, and I took out a document carefully packed in a brown paper bag from my coat.
"You must have heard about the true identity of the Crazy Ripper, right?"
Seeing that Klein had noticed the title written in large black letters on the outside of the document bag, Dunn got straight to the point.
"Of course, Patrick Jason, a banker with a good reputation on the outside, is also a real sociopath, a scumbag, a..."
"A 'devil'." Dunn interrupted Klein's useless parallel sentences. He no longer concealed their identities as extraordinary people, but directly put the things he had avoided on the table, "If I remember correctly,
, at the detective consultation meeting that day, you kept hinting that the murderer of Detective Essinger might be a 'serial killer' or something higher."
"Yes, but I didn't expect that he was actually a 'demon'." Seeing that the other party was no longer covering up, Klein was silent for a moment, and then he frankly admitted that he knew the extraordinary fact, and took the initiative to agree.
"But what does this have to do with the eucalyptus you mentioned?"
Dunn carefully sipped the black tea and frowned slightly.
"My client is a partner in the bank where Patrick Jason holds shares. Since the first time the true identity of the Crazy Ripper was exposed, he has sold his shares and embezzled the bank assets that Patrick Jason held during his lifetime.
Additional trust was deposited, and at the same time, he also arranged manpower to prepare to deal with Jason's lover, who was the only one who knew about it."
"Wait a minute." Klein looked dumbfounded at the young detective who always seemed to have a bright and majestic image. After a moment of hesitation, he said seriously: "Detective Yin Wensi, you don't want to get involved in this kind of thing, do you?"
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I posted it today, there is only one update, sorry.