"Hugh, how are you? Is purification useful?" Seeing his friend coming back from the corridor, Forsi immediately cheered up, looked at her somewhat frivolous steps, and asked in a deep voice.
Xio, who had just met a demigod, was still in a daze. Although she had encountered a real angel not long ago and even joined a party hosted by an ancient god, this did not dispel her desire for demigods.
Awe.
In fact, she was more influenced by what Edmund just said. Mr. Fool had a certain connection with the real Creator, and at some point, she was able to directly seek help from the person in charge of the Aurora Society in Backlund, the terrifying one.
Mr. A.
To be able to make that demigod say such words, and taking into account the previous rumors, this Mr. A may be able to deal with demigods to a certain extent, which is about the same as an archbishop... Hugh gave a slightly palpitating glance.
He glanced at Mr. A, who was still sitting at the front of the room, nodding to Edmund, who had just returned, and shuddered before answering his friend's question.
"Fortunately, that gentleman is good at ritual magic, and the effect is very good."
Forsi followed his friend's gaze and saw the gentleman in dark purple robes who had just followed Xio out of the room, feeling a little suspicious.
"Why do you look so exhausted? Why do you feel like you are shaking when you walk?"
As an excellent writer, Fors Wall's divergent thinking allowed her to come up with some not-so-good plots.
Although from a rational point of view, Forsi knew very well that it was impossible for her friend to commit herself to someone else, her current state, coupled with the fact that the other party was good at ritual magic, made it misunderstood no matter how she looked at it.
But if this was true, that person would be too quick... Forsi ruthlessly extinguished his imagination in his heart, calmed down, and swore that he would not let Xio know about this idea.
As long as I didn't tell her, how would she know? The "arbiter" doesn't have the ability to read minds.
Xio looked at her friend whose expression was not quite right. She had just suffered a certain psychological shock and didn't think much about it. Instead, she casually made up a more logical reason.
"That ritual was hurtful. I feel like I will be like this for the next few days."
After saying that, she stopped talking and sat down directly, leaning on the wooden chair behind her, looking forward to the end of the party.
Soon, because the Red Gloves and the Punishers have recently increased their efforts on Backlund's security, the gathering convened by the Aurora Society quickly accelerated under the instructions of Mr. A.
Maybe the people in the Aurora Society are all lunatics and potential lunatics, but this does not mean that they are all fools. Fools cannot become mid-sequence Beyonders!
After a few more small transactions, the party came to an end. Only the last transaction related to the "Happy Witch" formula was in progress, and almost all other party members had begun to calculate their evacuation routes.
Although no one dares to commit a crime under Mr. A's eyes, and this is the Queens district where Backlund's security force is the strongest, and members of MI9 may be attracted at any time, but because of this, wild extraordinary people are more likely to be tricked by official forces.
Caught.
Just when Forsi and Xio were discussing how to leave, an idle waiter came from outside the room and handed over a piece of paper with the ink still not completely dry.
"Young lady who just bought the 'Sheriff', are you interested in having a chat in the study room?"
"I might have something you need."
Forsi frowned and read the contents of the note. He looked around with his dark blue pupils in astonishment, and said in a deep voice to Xio who was still staring at the note:
"How did you get exposed just now?"
"Why would someone hand me a note directly?"
It is not a wise move to expose one's identity at a gathering of Extraordinaries. Although they do not know much about Extraordinary characteristics and acting methods, in the circle of wild Extraordinaries, other Extraordinaries do not mean the same kind, but are usually regarded as
Consider it mobile wealth!
But at this time, although Xio was also very surprised, he did not panic like his friend. Instead, he calmly thought about the identity of this mysterious man.
She had just met a real demigod, a demigod who belonged to the "same camp" as herself, and this was the territory of the Aurora Society. If the mysterious man really wanted to do something to her, he should
It’s the other person who’s afraid!
He should be the one who just sold the "Sheriff". Is he using this to discover wild Beyonders who belong to the "Arbiter" path, or is he looking for potential customers?
Xio's dark green eyes turned slightly, touched Forsi beside him with his elbow, and deliberately whispered:
"Should I come over?"
Forsi was a little shocked by the content on the note, but after thinking about it carefully, Forsi nodded and said without hesitation:
"Why don't you go? No one dares to do anything here anyway. You might actually come across the next potion ingredients."
After receiving an affirmative reply from his friend, Xio, who had gone through the process, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, tugged on his hood, and immediately nodded to the waiter, and followed him to the outside of the study room where the transaction was first conducted.
After walking into the study, Xio discovered that the mysterious person who gave him the note was different from what he imagined, and was not the seller.
This man wore an elegant black tuxedo and a golden mask on his face, with only part of his skin exposed, completely covering his original appearance.
In the eye sockets wrapped by the golden mask, a pair of light brown eyes moved up and down a few times, casually pointing to the chair opposite the desk and saying:
"sit."
His demeanor is that of a government official, giving people a sense of pressure and majesty, and his voice is hoarse.
With the backstage behind him, Xio closed the door very calmly, raised his chest and raised his head, confidently sat down opposite the man, and said with a strong voice:
“Do you have master material for ‘Sheriff’?”
"The right palm of the silver war bear, or the eyes of the fearful demonic insect?"
The masked man chuckled softly.
"I have both."
"Don't worry, I sent someone to sell that formula on my behalf. I need the Beyonders of the 'arbitrator' path to help me."
Although half of his guess was wrong, it was essentially correct... The corners of Xio's mouth under the hood were even more curved.
Although Xio was always said by Fors that he had a bad mind and was only good at the crude method of "arbitrator", but if a wild Beyonder really had a bad mind, how could he survive in a steel jungle like Backlund?
Come down.
Xio thought for a while and decided to take the initiative to contact the masked man.
"What's your reason for doing this?"
............
After lunch, Klein met his assistant on time at the place where he first met Ian.
This big boy was hiding in a shadow, holding a shabby cloth bag in front of him with both hands. He looked like a common orphan beggar.
It wasn't until he saw Klein's figure that Ian stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and after several turns, he came to Klein's side.
They did not plan to go directly to the Brave Bar on Iron Gate Street, but decided to first go around the Rose Street where Detective Zerrell originally rented, looking for possible members of the Zigman Party.
One is to keep track of the other party's movements, and the other is that normal bars are also closed at this time, and generally there won't be many customers.
The two of them took advantage of the fact that most of the office workers were still finishing their lunch, so they boarded the rarely crowded public carriage and headed from the left bank of Backlund Bridge to Rose Street, which was not very far away.
Unfortunately, they had been watching for half an afternoon and found no trace of the Zigman Party members. Instead, Ian saw several "friends" who were originally connected to Detective Zerrell, and they should also be from Fusac.
spy.
After standing there for so long, have the Zigman Party and the ambassador really given up on chasing Ian and me? Klein followed Ian and walked on the avenue leading to Iron Gate Street, his expression stiff.
He did not believe that Ambassador Intis, who had not eliminated all his competitors, would give up on killing him and Ian, so he planned to follow his previous plan and try his luck at the Brave Bar to see if he could find help.
In fact, after several days of use, Klein has recently discovered the benefits of the negative effects of the magical items he uses in disguise.
Although wearing it for a long time will cause you to have the side effect of temporary facial paralysis, it can also help you shape your character, making Sherlock Moriarty, a man with a master's degree from a prestigious university but also a black criminal record, more attractive.
Three-dimensional.
But it's still a matter of caution. When I first came to Backlund, I had no intention of pretending to be someone else. I still left an image of a submissive scholar to Mr. Aigron. If someone with an intention to find out, this would be a violation.
.... Feeling the cold wind on Backlund Street, Klein's thoughts were a little divergent.
Within a few minutes, he and Ian finally arrived at the door of the Brave Bar.
At this time, the bar has not yet reached its normal opening hours on weekdays, but a few people have already begun to sit down and are drinking beer slowly, as if they are building up energy for the evening.
Caspars didn't sit directly outside today, so Ian had to go and buy a beer, and then the bartender told him that the half-century-old lame boss was killing time by himself in the billiard hall.
When Klein saw this, he winked with Ian, and then walked alone to the No. 3 billiard hall, which he had been to once.
He clenched his right hand into a fist, and with just a slight knock, the seemingly closed door creaked open.
Seeing that it was an acquaintance he had met two days ago, Kaspars clicked his tongue and put down his cue. In the lonely billiard room, the only sound left was the sound of billiard balls still rolling.
"What are you doing here again?"
"Today shouldn't be the time for a party."
Klein smiled and nodded, then closed the door and said straight to the point:
"I want to find some bodyguards with extraordinary abilities, the kind who can accept payment in gold pounds."
Who wouldn't accept gold pounds these days... Kaspars chewed on this "nonsense" and was silent for a while.
He was not curious about how the other party knew that he had such channels. After all, the "old man" was working for the customer in front of him, so it was not surprising to know this.
After thinking for a while, Kaspars nodded and said conservatively:
"I'll just ask for you, but I may not be successful."