They are being tightly surrounded by the troops of the Order Balance. Every cold and hollow cannon barrel is ready to fire. There is a heavy atmosphere in the air that can make people stop breathing. There are still artillery fires in the distance, but they continue to roar and fall.
The magical beam of light makes the night here darker and quieter.
There is no doubt that they have stepped into a trap pre-arranged by the sect. Perhaps from the beginning, their actions have not been out of sight of the other party and have always been under their surveillance. Linger is a little annoyed that he did not realize it in time.
But his face remained calm, maintaining his usual calmness, and he kept thinking about ways to escape. Ideas emerged one by one, but he rejected them one after another.
On the hillside not far away, the tightly formed Magic Knights suddenly separated a passage, allowing two people to enter the encirclement, and then quickly closed up again. As they moved, their silver-white armors collided with each other, making a splashing sound like a tide.
Together, they are crisp and sweet, making people feel like they are in an elegant concert hall, rather than a remote and dark corner of the wilderness.
Lin Ge's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the collision and friction of armor. He raised his head and his eyes fell on the two people. One of them was a middle-aged man with black hair and beard, brown eyes, holding a walnut.
The wooden cane has a majestic and solemn demeanor, but the corners of her mouth are always slightly raised, as if she is smiling, so she gives people a gentle and funny feeling; the other is a young woman with blond hair and blue eyes.
Her hairstyle was meticulously styled, and the ends of her hair were tied tightly with a red ribbon. Not even an extra strand of hair was scattered. Her hands were folded in front of her body, and her expression was solemn and dignified, giving people a cold and inaccessible look.
Feeling.
Both of them are wearing the iconic silver-white uniforms of the Order Scale, but the patterns and decorations are different. The former is a sword and golden spikes, with a medal on the chest, while the latter is a scale with a strip on his shoulders that floats lightly in the night wind.
Gently swaying dark blue cloak.
The voice I just heard came from this man’s mouth.
"Nice to meet you." He nodded gracefully, as if he were entertaining guests at a banquet, although none of his guests were happy to accept such a warm welcome.
Looking at the aura of superiors exuding from these two guys, you can tell that they are undoubtedly high-level officials who judge the Holy See.
Neville's eyes narrowed and she recognized the origins of these two people: "Chief Administrative Officer Charles Dickens and Chief Secretary Christiaan Huygens? I didn't expect that small characters like us could disturb the balance of order."
It’s really an honor for me to have my left and right arms take action personally.”
She said it was an honor, but in the end she snorted and felt quite unhappy. Obviously, the Countess felt extremely humiliated by unpreparedly breaking into the trap set by the enemy.
Chief Administrative Officer Charles Dickens relied on his long-term vision and skillful political skills to give the Judgment Church, a huge organization that is independent of secular administrative agencies, the same power as the law enforcement agencies, judicial agencies and reception agencies of each country.
It also gave the legal rationality of the existence of the balance of order a solid support, which made him highly praised and slandered. However, neither those who praised him nor those who slandered him could deny that this middle-aged gentleman constituted the Judgment Holy See.
The most powerful "left arm" of this power monster.
Chief Secretary Christian Huygens relied on his calm decision-making and extremely sensitive digital logic processing capabilities to keep the internal affairs of the Order Balance in order in the six years after taking office. With her support and guidance,
Next, the Silver Dogs, who were already frightened by aliens and magicians, expanded their influence even more, almost to the point of frightening the mysterious world. Although this achievement is not known to the mortals in the secular world, those who deeply hate
Those who wield the silver rabid dog should also have the same hatred for her, and unwillingly admit that she is the most stable "right arm" supporting the dark giant that judges the Holy See.
The "left arm" of the power monster and the "right arm" of the dark giant appeared in front of her at this moment. This seemed to be more honorable than the Archbishop of Saint Victalia Cathedral in Qiyu Port, but this face
But not everyone is blessed.
"Do you recognize us?" Dickens asked with interest.
Neville replied coldly: "If you live a long time, you will always get to know a lot of people you didn't know before."
"Oh?" Dickens looked at her up and down, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face, and after a while he said thoughtfully: "So, you are the immortal witch who has been rumored for a long time on the peninsula and once became a legend, or maybe I
Should I call you: Her Excellency the Silver-Eyed Countess?"
"What you call it is your business and has nothing to do with me."
While sneering, Neville revealed the sharp fangs on her lips with a pale cold light: "I never noticed that you mad dogs are so polite before. Don't you spend all day thinking about how to call your enemies when you are not killing people?
Miss and Madam, or noble lord? To be honest, I got tired of playing this trick five hundred years ago, and I got tired of watching it."
Her sarcasm was so bitter that Ringer and others were a little worried that the other party would be offended. But Dickens maintained a good demeanor, smiled and nodded, not taking it seriously: "In front of an elder
It is indeed my negligence to care about my words in front of others, please forgive me."
This generous attitude made Neville reluctant to continue sarcastic, otherwise she would appear too stingy, like a shrew who only scolds in public. And the countess has always favored the aesthetics of: using words to attack your enemies.
, make him lose his mind instead of attacking himself.
She stopped talking, but suddenly a startled voice came from beside her: "Wait, wait, wait, I said wait!"
Alice didn't know why she went crazy and took the initiative to take a step forward. This made the surrounding magic knights and constructors who were on guard subconsciously tighten their triggers. There was a sound of metal friction, and it seemed that a conflict might break out at any time. But
She didn't care at all, but pointed to the left wing of the Judiciary, dumbfounded: "You said your name is Charles Dickens!?"
"Yes." The middle-aged gentleman smiled and nodded: "If there is no second Dickens."
So, the girl tremblingly moved her finger to the right arm of the Vatican beside him, who was frowning and seemed dissatisfied with this rash behavior: "Then you said, your name is Christian Huygens!?"
The chief secretary, who looked serious and unsmiling, did not answer, but nodded slightly.
After getting affirmative answers from the two of them, Alice was finally convinced that what she just heard was not her hallucination. She exhaled deeply, as if to expel all the surprise and doubt accumulated in her chest, like a factory chimney
After expelling a large amount of dirty and hazy smoke, he turned his head and said something to Ringer——