Chapter 670 The two people and the spy by the Izeluma Lake in Shuangmao Tower
It is said that curiosity kills cats, and humans are no exception. After struggling for a while, El-Melloi II stood up and slowly walked towards the source of the voice.
After walking for a while, my eyes suddenly opened up, and I could see a lake not far away. Among the lush woods, having such a spring is simply a miracle, it is a miraculous work of nature.
And by the spring, there were two people talking about something, which seemed very intense.
Using magic to enhance his vision and hearing, El-Melloi II hid behind the trees and looked over there.
One of them is the maid of Golden Kitiadra, who seems to be called Karina. The other one, whom they met once at yesterday's banquet, is a pharmacist in the inheritance department, named Mao Bu.
Ricisan Kleiniers.
There is no doubt that he is a genius from a famous family.
Although the power of Brisisan's family is not as powerful as Bartholomew's, they are no less powerful in terms of history and research achievements, and are a typical neutral faction. In addition, because of the extraordinary diversity of the magic they inherited, they are considered to be clocks.
The tower contains the most sparsely documented subjects.
Since his middle name is Brissan, this means that his family is protected by Brissan, or is a branch of it.
But why do these two people hang out together and look very familiar?
Just when El-Melloi II was about to eavesdrop on their conversation seriously, he was suddenly tapped lightly on the shoulder.
El-Melloi II was startled by this sudden behavior, and the muscles in his body suddenly tensed up. He held the magic ceremonial dress ready to go and subconsciously turned his head.
"Ah, sorry sorry..."
What he saw behind him was a young man with dark skin. El-Melloi II had also seen this man, and he had the impression that he was a straight-faced idiot.
"Are you...Mick Gulagile?"
El-Melloi II did not let down his guard. The appearance of this magician named Mick could already explain many things.
"It's really an honor for me to be remembered by the famous monarch El-Melloi II."
Mick whispered, and then set up a small soundproof barrier, just enough to cover the two of them.
"Don't worry, I don't mean any harm."
But compared to his performance in the morning, he looks much smarter now.
He scratched his head and raised the corners of his mouth. If El-Melloi II remembered correctly, such a smile should be called a smile that is superficial but not smiling.
"I just happened to see you entering the bushes, so I chased you out of curiosity. I didn't expect to encounter such a thing. Oh, I'm really sorry."
"What are you following us for?"
El-Melloi II frowned. The Mick in front of him looked like a representative of the martial arts faction. Considering his own fighting level, if he could maintain this peaceful state, it would be more beneficial for him to continue to maintain it.
"This is a long story, but I can also make it short and sum it up in one sentence - I am a spy."
Looking at the expression on El-Melloi II's face, he continued to explain.
"Actually, I sneaked into this social party to conduct an investigation because I was entrusted by a big shot from a certain faction."
"Um……"
The frown on El-Melloi II's brow became more and more obvious.
The existence of spies can be said to be a very common thing in the Clock Tower. After all, the struggle between magicians is a struggle between information. Spies can master more information about the enemy.
"Then why is Mr. Spy following us? We don't have corresponding value, right? If it is to deal with Balu Yeretta, I think Animusfia is more suitable for you to cooperate."
"I also want to cooperate with Animusfiya. Unfortunately, you should have seen their attitude today."
Mick curled his lips and let out a strange sigh.
"Should I say that she deserves to be that Animusfia? If someone like me cooperates with them, I guess even the pebbles on the roadside can't be counted. The gap is too big and there will be no chance of cooperation."
"From this point of view, it would be just right to cooperate with El-Melloi. After all, there are not many opportunities to have such a private conversation with a monarch."
Listening to the slightly threatening words in Mick's tone, El-Melloi II felt a sense of shame in his heart.
I am not good at performing magic, and I can say that I am well-known throughout the magic world. It is precisely because of this that the other party uses this weakness to blackmail me.
"So what are you going to do with El-Melloi?"
Considering his own situation, El-Melloi II still endured it. Small impatience will ruin the big plan. Although the chance of the other party taking action is very slim, it is not zero after all.
"Actually, it's very simple. How about we work together to destroy Izeluma?"
Mick smiled slightly and said these words.
"So, you killed Golden Kitiadra?"
El-Melloi II narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the man in front of him, as if he wanted to see something from that face.
"ha--?!"
Mick made an exaggerated sound, waved his arms, and shook his head repeatedly.
"Are you kidding? I'm not that brave yet. I just happened to encounter something like this, so I took advantage of the situation and made such a plan."
"If Iseluma collapses, it will deal a big blow to Vallere Tower. If it was El-Melloi who pushed this to happen, El-Melloi, which has already declined, will definitely get the aristocratic faction.
With such side eyes, even if it rises again, it will only be a piece of cake."
"If you only talk about such fantastic things, then there is no need for us to cooperate."
El-Melloi II said in a deep voice. He took out the cigar from his pocket and tapped it briefly.
"If I remember correctly, Inheritance is a member of the neutralist faction. According to your consistent point of view, maintaining the balance between the aristocratic faction and the democratic faction is the most important thing, especially in the Animus.
Now Feia is rising rapidly."
"Maybe I'm a special one."
"Then there is no need for us to cooperate."
"Hey - I really can't hide it from you monarchs."
Seeing that pretending to be dumbfounded didn't work, Mick could only restrain his expression and look a little more serious.
"Actually, my target is just a charm. It is said that the blood of some kind of fantasy species is stuck on it. It seems to be dragon blood. In short, it is very valuable."
"Dragon blood..."
When El-Melloi II heard this word, he pursed his lips.
The dragon's blood alone is already priceless. You must know that in the current magic world, the real dragon species has long been extinct, and even inferior products such as bipedal flying dragons have become rare.
A cursed body of this level is worthy of attracting the covetousness of others.