After a few days of unremarkable daily life, one day at the dinner table, Metien looked at his brother who was drinking soup on the left and the maid who was reading the newspaper on his right, and suddenly said: "Linge.
."
Lin Ge knew that his sister had something to say to him when she was peeping secretly, so he was not surprised. He put down the wooden bowl and asked calmly: "What's the matter, Metien?"
"Well, that is to say, I want to ask..."
The pink-haired little girl hesitated and looked at a golden-haired maid for help, but the latter lowered her head and hid herself behind the newspaper, pretending that she didn't see anything.
I knew this guy was unreliable!
Metien sighed inwardly and said to his brother as if he was resigned to his fate: "Are you free on the 12th?"
"No. 12?"
Lin Ge thought for a moment, then nodded: "The fourth grade class has two history classes, but I can switch with other teachers. Do you need my help with anything, Metien?"
"Yes!"
Metien couldn't wait to say: "I have been studying in my room recently. I feel a bit stressed and my study efficiency is not high enough. So I think it is time to relax properly!"
As she spoke, a pitiful light like a small animal appeared in her eyes, and her sincere tone was enough to move any hard-hearted person: "Is it okay, Ringer?"
But Ringer did not agree immediately. Instead, he glanced at Alice first, and was very sure that the two people must have discussed it in advance, because only Alice could come up with this argument. Moreover, looking at how skilled Metien was,
, maybe they have practiced it many times in private.
A certain golden retriever maid buried her head lower and did not dare to move.
But this statement really hit Ringer's weakness.
In order to prepare for the pharmacist qualification exam next month, Metien devoted almost all his time to studying. He studied hard all day long and did not dare to slack off. In addition to three meals a day, he did not even step out of the room for half a day.
Bu. Such efforts were all noticed by Ringer.
You can say that he is not a good son, who easily gave up the church passed down by his father; but you can never say that he is not a good brother, because even the dullest person can see his concern for his sister. p>
As a result, Metien and Alice got the ideal answer as they wished.
"Okay."
Ringer nodded lightly. When the two girls were happy and thought their plan had succeeded, he said calmly: "On the 12th, we will go to Green Bay for an outing. The environment there is good and the air quality is also very good. The most important thing is
, it’s close to the school, and if everything goes well, it shouldn’t delay my work.”
Even at this time, he is still thinking about his students. It is so Asasi and touching!
The problem is that this result does not meet the expectations of Medien and Alice - well, Alice may want to go on an outing, but Medien does not.
"Actually, you don't have to run so far." The pink-haired girl's smile was a bit far-fetched: "I think it would be good for us to take a walk to the Municipal Square. As for the time, let's set it at 9 o'clock in the morning on the 12th.
Like?"
Snap!
Alice bumped into the borrowed newspaper: Sister, you are too exposed!
Indeed, she has made it clear to this point. If Ringer still can't guess it, then he can throw his IQ into the sewer and be with Alice.
"If I remember correctly," Ringer said slowly, "the negotiations between the United Religious Groups and the Religious Mutual Aid Association took place on the 12th."
Metien's face suddenly turned pale, and Ringer said to Alice without looking at her: "Give me the newspaper."
"I'm still watching!"
"Give it to me."
"Oh..."
The maid gave the pink-haired little girl a helpless look, and then handed the newspaper in her hand to Ringer. Coincidentally, the name of the newspaper was "Citizen Evening News", which is the newspaper where Miss Fiyali worked.
The newspapers published have always been famous for their good quality and substantial weight.
Since negotiations were a hot topic recently, Ringer did not put in much effort to find relevant reports. After omitting the messy information, he captured the most critical sentence: "At 9 a.m. on November 12, the market
Negotiations between the Parish Council and the Linwell Religious Mutual Aid Association will be held at Maintis Meeting House in Saints Street..."
Saints Street is located in the church district, only a few hundred meters away from Saint Anton Street where the city-parish committee is located. What separates these two streets is the Municipal Square.
Therefore, Metien's true purpose has been revealed.
Ringer put down the newspaper and said to his sister: "I can understand your mood, Metien, but this matter is not something we can interfere with. The will of others is the reality."
Metien defended himself aggrievedly: "I never thought about interfering in this negotiation..."
Ringer frowned: "Then what do you want to do?"
"I want to go there and wait for a result!" The girl clenched her fists, with a rare firmness in her eyes: "If you can't interfere with other people's will, at least let me participate in this matter. Instead of like now.
, I can only be a bystander, understand the truth from the newspaper reports, and wait for others to judge the survival of Tianxin Church... Ringer, you just said it, you can understand my feelings."
She raised her head and looked at her brother without fear: "So, you must be able to understand me, right?"
Lin Ge looked at her calmly: "Even if you get there, you will just watch."
Metien's eyes were clear, as if his thoughts were flawless: "At least I'm not watching here!"
The atmosphere was a bit depressing. Alice had shrunk under the dining table, shivering, and did not dare to intervene in the confrontation between the brothers and sisters. After all, she was a maid hired by Ringer and a trusted ally of Metien. She was somewhat inhumane inside and out.
.
Time flowed in frozen silence. I don’t know how long it had passed. It might have been a second or a century. When Alice felt that a terrifying storm was coming soon and turned the kitchen into a fierce battlefield, there was one sentence.
, or a word that came lightly from the center of the storm, calming all the disasters: "Okay."
"Eh?" Alice was stunned.
"Eh?" Metien was also stunned and couldn't believe his ears: "Linge, what did you just... say?"
"I said yes." Ringer put down the newspaper and said calmly: "If this is your insistence, then I have no reason to refuse."
I’m shocked that he is so considerate. Is this still the Ringer I know?
Alice poked her head out from under the table with suspicious eyes, suspecting that he had been secretly tricked without her knowledge.
"But, I have a request."
Ringer said again.
On the contrary, both of them breathed a sigh of relief: Sure enough, I knew it was not that simple.
Metien was a little worried: "What's the request?"
The broken golden eyes clearly reflected the girl's face, and the childlike and ideal impulse was inherited in her. Compared with it, she might just be an evader and failed to live up to Mr. Yang Ke's expectations. Ringer's eyelids drooped slightly, and he whispered: "Promise me, no matter what the outcome of the negotiation is."
"Don't be disappointed."
Because that is reality.
***
The Curtain Church on Piccadilly Street, blessed by the Queen of Silence, is hidden in the deep night. An alley behind the church is locked by an iron gate. It is usually inaccessible and is always inadvertently ignored by people passing by.
In the past. However, in the deepest part of the alley, in an old-looking three-story red brick building, lies the headquarters of the Night Watch.
These night watchmen, known as the "Black Death", are a special organization established by the Dark Night Habitat. Their external name is the Justice Division 2. They are nominally affiliated with the Folklore Countermeasures Bureau of the Ministry of Religious Religion of the Kingdom. In fact, they have separate administrative plans and are kept confidential.
The level is quite high.
And their only mission is to track down and eliminate aliens, monsters and unregulated magicians hidden in the city. Regardless of right or wrong, good or evil, as long as they are targeted, they will not escape death, so they got the "Black Death"
"An alias for ".
In contrast, the Death Prayer Society, which is actually responsible for collecting the remains, funerals and cemetery management of the deceased, has the reputation of the "Farewell Angel" as its subsidiary organization, which has to be said to be an extremely ironic contrast.
At this time, Lestrade, the man in charge of the Linwell City Night Watch, the Director of the Second Justice Division, and a follower of the Queen of Silence, who likes to wear a black windbreaker, is in his office, listening carefully to the reports of his subordinates.
situation.
"… After rigorous investigation and tracking, it was discovered that there are indeed traces of vampire activities in the excavation site below the floating ruins. It can be basically concluded that it was the work of the Crimson Prayer Society. Their purpose should be to avoid attracting our attention.
, to obtain enough sacrifices to complete the sacrificial ceremony, so I focused on the resentment of the undead."
"As expected, those dirty and sneaky hairless bats can only use this kind of crude method." Lestrade's tone was a bit casual: "They can dig it if they want, just borrow them."
Use your own hands to deal with all the grievances of the undead, and let S-021 return to the seal as soon as possible. It has been away from the headquarters for too long, and I don’t know when it will get out of control."
S-021 is the holy relic enshrined in the floating ruins. Of course, this is what the magicians say. The unified name for such items within the sect is sealed objects. As the name suggests, they need to be sealed.
Items. Unless there are special circumstances, they are never allowed to be used.
"Currently, we are mainly focusing on the upcoming negotiations."
Lestrade ordered: "The location of the negotiation has been determined. It is at the Maintis Conference Building on Saints Street. You must arrive near the venue in advance, arrange your position devices, and complete the control of the venue as soon as the riot breaks out;
The estimated level of this battle is A-level, so the number of magic weapons each team member is allowed to equip is 4. How to allocate the specific categories is up to each team to arrange themselves; notify the city superintendent in advance and ask them to dispatch riot police to cooperate.
Our actions; also, remember to say hello to all newspapers. After the incident subsides, no relevant reports will be allowed to appear in front of the public. Violations of this rule will be sealed immediately..."
He made various arrangements in an orderly manner, clearly knowing that the battle had not yet begun, but he had already foreseen the victorious outcome.
Of course they will win, because every move of the enemy is under control, and every thought of the enemy cannot escape their capture. The only suspense is how to minimize the losses.
In the dark night.
The night watchman's lantern flickered in his hand.
The call of death descends on the heads of aliens.