"Well, you are indeed here..." Morsis, who had just finished his morning work, opened his eyes, looked at the binding circle around him, and said to Adili who was snickering at the side.
"Haha, you are quite dedicated. I failed to set up the first time and didn't wake you up." Adili sat on the chair in the corner and said with a smile.
This chair has been here for more than a month, and every morning Morse would see Adili sitting on it.
Several light blue arcane balls appeared in the hands of Morsis, and they were immediately integrated into the surrounding binding circle.
Within a minute, Morsis broke through Adili's restraining circle, and after moving his body slightly, he walked straight towards her.
"You guys, you really don't know how to... eh!?" Before Adili could finish speaking, Morse suddenly put his hands on her shoulders, startling her.
"I need your help with something, Miss." Morsis said with a smile.
"ha?"
…
"Well, so why did you hit me?" Morsis asked, sitting on the ground and rubbing his forehead.
Adili sat aside with her face flushed. She snorted softly when she heard this and said, "I'll teach you a lesson. From now on, when you ask for help, you should act like you're asking for help."
"I thought it was more sincere to say it this way..." Morsis sighed and said helplessly.
Adili glanced at him, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, shook her head slightly, and said with a smile, "Forget it, let's talk about your incident. Do you need a scholar?"
"Well, yes, I remember I told you that I am about to be promoted to the second level, right?" Morses heard this and said sternly, "Now I am basically ready, I only lack an auxiliary who can help me maintain my life.
People from the magic circle."
"That's right. You just said that and it's over. What kind of atmosphere is that..." Adili muttered in a low voice, and her cheeks turned a little red again.
"What?"
"It's nothing...I can do it, haha. Beierle won't let me help him maintain the magic circle, so I want to see how difficult it is!" Adili quickly replied, then raised her head slightly and continued, "Ha,
This can be regarded as a test for myself!"
She has been studying for more than a month, but has really not experienced much practice.
"Ha, that's good, thank you very much, Adili." Morsis said with a smile after hearing this.
"No need to thank you. I still have to thank you. Just think of it as repaying your guidance." Adili also smiled and replied.
"Hehe... Then I will show you the principle of the auxiliary magic circle later. Let's start the day after tomorrow." Morsis nodded, and then seemed to have remembered something, and said, "By the way, you know now
Did something happen in the city?"
Naturally, he was referring to the assassination of a nobleman. It must be related to this that Duke Teller has been so busy in recent days.
After all, many of the dead nobles were related to him. Coupled with his status as ambassador, the empire would naturally investigate.
Hearing this, Adili nodded slightly and said, "I know, I talked to my dad, but he didn't tell me, so he told me not to worry... But after reading yesterday's newspaper, I probably
You can also guess some things."
"It's not very safe in Salius City. To be able to assassinate nobles, you have to be at least the sixth class, right?" Morses recalled what Scola said yesterday and sighed.
This means that a high-level transcendental person who has a hatred towards the Tasok Empire or the aristocratic class of the Tasok Empire is active in the city. This is obviously not good news for unofficial transcendental persons such as Morses.
.
Because this means that the supervision of the shrine will be stronger than in the past.
"Okay, why are you thinking so much? His target is the nobles of the Tasok Empire, which has nothing to do with us." Adili stretched out her hand, touched Morse's head, and said with a sly smile, "As long as you are still here
I guarantee that you will be fine in this mansion."
Morsis moved back, out of the reach of Adili, and said with a blush on his face, "Oh..."
"Why are you running? Come back, come back!" Adili looked at Morsis, burst out laughing, and greeted.
"I'll get beaten if I pat your shoulder, but I can't run away if you touch my head?" Morsis glanced at Adili and whispered in a low voice.
"What did you say?"
"No, it's nothing, haha..."
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In the afternoon, Morsis, who was in a good mood, took his money and came to Renci Street at the junction of Caiochi District and San Calpe District.
In this so-called "Sin City", there is a small gathering of transcendental beings hidden, which is usually presided over by Gazo Baier.
Morses once got information about the materials he needed here, and he came here just to buy some.
Stepping into the only bar on the street, Morsis habitually searched for the burly figure of Gazo Beyer, but did not find it.
"Strange, am I late? But isn't the agreed time at five o'clock? There's still some time left." Morse sat down in confusion and said to himself.
Normally, Beyer would sit in front of the bar, waiting for the transcendental ones who came to participate in the meeting, and give them the password for the day... This kind of meeting will be held once a week, and the time will be informed at the end of the previous meeting.
"I would like to ask, where is Mr. Beyer? I used to see him sitting at the bar." Morse stopped a waiter and asked.
The waiter looked at Morrissey, then nodded thoughtfully, leaned over and said, "Mr. Baier is out on business. Today's special wine is Rouat Azure."
When Morses heard this, he raised his eyebrows slightly. The second half of the other person's sentence was the sentence pattern that Bayer usually used when conveying secret signals.
"I understand." Morsis nodded, stood up and walked towards an inconspicuous door on the side of the bar.
Usually, they hold gatherings in a small room behind this door. Transcendents from all over the world will put on masks and cloaks to trade with each other.
Morse changed his clothes in the toilet next to him, and then knocked lightly on the door.
"Please give me a glass of Loat blue wine, thank you." Morses said in a low voice.
Then, the door was opened a crack, and a man with a scar on his face stuck his head out and looked at Morses.
"Come in, the wine is inside." He nodded and said in a hoarse voice.
Morses quickly walked in the door, followed a long and narrow corridor, and came to a dark room.
There is a wooden round table in the room, and in front of the round table there is a rather luxurious chair. It is independent of the round table and is the seat of the organizer of the gathering.
Normally, Gazo Baie would sit there, but today I don't know who came to organize the rally.
Morses found a chair on the side and sat down. There were two people on both sides of him dressed similarly to him. At this moment, everyone was silent. After all, every more word might make people angry.
Their identities are exposed.
Ten minutes later, all the seats were occupied, and Morse knew that the meeting was about to begin.
Gazo Beyer does not limit the number of people who know the information about the gathering, but it will limit the number of participants. Each time, there will only be fifteen places, first come, first served.
Ta,ta,ta.
The sound of footsteps came from the corridor, echoing in the silent room, and everyone involuntarily felt nervous.
Not long after, a man wearing a standard Tasok formal suit, a top hat, a silver-white mask, and a golden cane appeared at the door. He looked at the fifteen people present, and then walked slowly to the door.
I sat down in front of a chair.
"From today on, I will take over all of Baier's affairs in Salius City, and the same goes for this gathering." The man wearing a silver mask said in a cold tone.
"Well, sir, what should we call you?" a participant sitting next to him asked.
"Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce myself." The masked man sneered, and then said, "My name is Lennon Sivens, and I am the new underground king of Salius City!"
The interrogator's expression under the mask immediately changed. He was quite well informed and knew that Lennon Sivens, a wanted criminal, had just killed a gangster on the street last night.
"Mr. Sivens." But on the surface, he did not show any emotional movements, but said hello calmly.
Lennon nodded with satisfaction. He was not afraid of these people reporting him at all. After all, the people who would participate in such gatherings were unofficial detached people. In other words, they were people like him.
Besides, he was still wearing a mask, so these people couldn't be sure that he was the Lennon Sivans they said he was.
After others learned Lennon's identity, they all showed more or less surprised expressions under their masks, but they quickly regained their composure. For them, it didn't matter who would hold the rally, as long as it was safe.
Just make the transaction.
But there was one person who still had not recovered from the shock.
"Lennon Sivans?" Morris kept repeating the name in his mind. In fact, when he saw his outfit, Morris had already made some guesses. When he opened his mouth to speak, Morris
The identity of the other party was completely determined.
This is the culprit of the orphanage incident, the fallen traitor and assassin Lennon Sivens!
"Calm down, calm down, don't show your emotions, don't show your emotions..." Morsis took a few careful breaths, and at the same time recalled Scola's advice in his heart, constantly reminding himself.
"Why did this guy come here? He escaped from Lacas, but didn't he stay away from Salius City immediately?" After calming down, Morses began to think about this matter. He had given up here.
The plan to purchase materials, after all, once he opens his mouth and is recognized, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Scola said that he didn't think Lennon could escape from the cell on his own. In addition, this guy still didn't leave. Instead, he began to establish power in the city..." Morsis glanced at the people sitting on the chair watching the rally.
Nong, he frowned under the mask.
"Is it possible that another force helped him escape, and now he is helping that force?" Morses nodded secretly, feeling that his speculation was quite reasonable.
"Wait a minute, think about it in conjunction with the murder of the nobles some time ago... Also, Scola said that a transcendent person who is not the sixth or seventh class cannot hide from the eyes of the church and the temple." Morses
His pupils dilated slightly, and a terrifying conclusion emerged in his mind.
"So, what if it was an assassin supported by the church?" Morses murmured to himself.
