"It's not good. The palace's actions are getting bigger and bigger these days. I suspect they will attack us soon." Kingsman's anxious voice came from Duke Teller's study.
"Do you know how many people were secretly watching me when I returned from the embassy today? Three! Three! Those guys are too arrogant!" Kingsman is already a bad-tempered person.
State, he was quite angry today.
Duke Teller was sitting behind his desk. This gentle-looking man did not answer his friend's words. At this moment, he was frowning and looking at the letter in front of him.
"Relax, Kingsman, you are a little nervous." Duke Teller tried his best to smile and replied.
"I should be nervous...Mr. Beierle often said that people should be nervous, so that they can be calm in every situation." Kinsman waved his hand and answered.
Then, he sat down, pointed at the letter in front of the Duke, and said, "Okay, let's talk about business... What do you say about the empire?"
"We don't have to count on the Singer royal family. Those guys want me to die here immediately... But the Holmer family is willing to send people to pick us up." At this point, Duke Teller changed the subject and continued, "But,
This kind of assistance is an unofficial private act, that is to say, they do not directly represent the rights of the Singer Empire..."
"How could it be...wait a minute, isn't this letter..." What Kingsman wanted to say was, "Isn't this letter the reply to the previous letter asking for help?" But Duke Teller immediately interrupted him.
"No, that letter didn't arrive so quickly, let alone be sent back so soon... This one is probably Beller's masterpiece." Duke Teller sighed.
"Mr. Beller...could he have predicted this a long time ago?" Kingsman frowned.
"It seems like this..." Duke Teller murmured as he looked at the letter.
…
The city of Sarius, district of Keohsi.
The sky is getting closer to dusk, and there are more and more people on the street. The shouts, the sound of carriage wheels, and the occasional shout or two add a bit of warmth to this cold city.
Holding his cane, Morsis walked along such streets and felt a different way of life here that was different from the port area and San Calpe district.
Unlike the always-busy port area and the San Calpe district where upper-class people gather, the Caiochi district is more like a "city".
The people here are mainly the so-called "middle class". They don't worry about food and clothing. They occasionally pursue "luxury" to get spiritual satisfaction, but they lack the economic strength to enter a higher class.
They are the main body of this society and the group that relies most on the social system.
Morse passed through the crowd, opened the door of a bookstore, and walked in calmly.
"Hello, has the "Legend of Lorca" I ordered arrived?" When he walked to the front desk, Morse gently knocked on the table and said.
When the bookstore owner heard this, he raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his finger and pointed to a door on the side, and said, "I put it in that room, you go and get it."
Morsis nodded slightly, handed the boss a few copper coins, and quickly walked into the side door.
Behind the door was a fairly bright room, in which there were already two people. Seeing Morses coming in, one of the strong men stood up immediately and looked very alert.
"Relax, Mark, it's Mr. Kelvis." The middle-aged man sitting on the chair raised his only arm to stop Mark's behavior.
"This is due precaution. It's okay, Mr. Hillerton." Morris smiled, pulled up a chair from the side and sat down.
He received a letter from Mark yesterday, which asked him in code words to come to this bookstore to meet.
"Thank you again, my friend. My father once said that only life and death can identify a person's character. Obviously, you are a true gentleman." Hillerton looked at Morses with a very sincere tone.
said.
"I'm just doing it casually, don't worry about it, Mr. Hillerton." Morsis smiled, "Let's talk about business. I think we are not safe at the moment, right?"
"Yes, the surveillance intensity of the Shrine has not weakened at all, which is why I chose Keohsi District..." Hilleyton nodded, picked up a book full of words from the side, and handed it to Moore.
Sis, "This is all the information I have collected about Lennon Sivans. I asked Mark to buy a lot of it from information dealers at a large price. The accuracy is guaranteed."
."
When Moses heard this, he immediately took it and looked through it briefly.
"It's really detailed enough..." Morsis said to himself with a happy face.
Seeing this, Hillerton said sternly, "Mr. Kelvis, you saved my life, and these are far more... I know your origins, and I also have a general understanding of what you want to do, although
That may seem crazy to me, but I'm willing to do whatever I can to help you."
After hearing this, Morsis couldn't help but raise his head and looked at Hillerton with slightly surprised eyes.
"Although I, Shirleyton, like to use others the most, I will never treat any friend who is willing to fight for me! Mr. Kelvis, your noble character impressed me. This is the first time in my life that I have experienced such a situation.
Strong desire...I want to repay you, even if I risk my life." Hillerton stared at Morses and said loudly.
This was the first time that this scheming gangster leader revealed his true feelings. Morsis did not expect that the other party would be willing to take this step, but he still did not completely believe Hillerton. After all, this was a dog.
An old fox who has been hanging out in Salius for more than ten years.
"Well... I'm here to thank you for your honesty, but to be honest, I don't have a clue about what I'm doing now." Morses shook his head, raised his hand and patted the book, and said, "Can you
Help me collect these, which is already a great help."
Shirleyton was silent for a few seconds, and then he said, "In that case, I can't force you. But if you have any need in the future, I will definitely go through fire and water!"
Morses didn't know what to respond to, so he had to chat a few words casually and briefly exchange information about the city with the other party.
"Now that Lyle is dead, I have sent people to contact her remaining troops. I believe that when the situation stabilizes, a force can be formed again." Hillerton touched his severed arm and continued, "Just
Last night, a member of the Provincial House of Representatives was assassinated in the ballroom... This means that Lennon Sivens has launched another operation, and this also means that he is very likely to reveal his flaws. Once something is discovered,
, we will notify you as soon as possible.”
Morses nodded, and at this moment, the clock on the wall rang, interrupting what he was about to say.
"It's getting late, and it's time for you to leave. For borrowing a book, these hours are not suspicious." Hillerton glanced at the clock and reminded.
"You are right, then...see you later, Mr. Hillerton." Morris picked up the book, turned around and opened the door.
"See you later, Mr. Kelvis."
…
Ciudad Salius, District of San Calpe.
A man in a brown coat crossed his legs and sat leisurely in the carriage, glancing at the opposite seat from time to time.
Sitting there was an extremely beautiful lady. Even in the city of Salius, her appearance would definitely rank among the top.
"Mr. Gore, you don't have to be so formal. If you don't mind, you can be my dance partner tonight." Seeing this, the lady chuckled.
Edmund Gore turned his head, glanced at her, and said in a deep voice, "Mrs. Michila, I'm sorry that I can't accompany you. You should know the temper of my fiancée. I don't want to sleep in the living room for a week."
Because of the murder of a congressman last night and the frequent assassinations of nobles some time ago, many nobles now hire some bodyguards to protect them.
Of course, most of them don't understand the transcendent world, so they just go to some bodyguard companies to hire ordinary people.
But this Mrs. Michila is different. Her husband is Morata Bug, the speaker of the Provincial House and the apparent highest official of the Province of Salius!
And Michila himself is also a ruthless character. Coupled with Morata Bugna's slightly indecisive character, it is self-evident what the consequences will be...
The power this woman has is unimaginable. It can be said that she is involved in nearly 60% of the decisions made by Morata Buge today.
Therefore, Michila naturally knows about the existence of transcendent beings, and even the Shrine knows about it.
So, she asked her husband to help her hire Edmund Gore as a bodyguard.
"That's really a pity. This party is hosted by Earl Winsett. There must be many..." Michila was about to start the topic, but the face of Edmund Gore opposite her suddenly changed.
"No, squat down!" An angry shout came, but before Michila could react, a sound breaking through the air followed and reached her ears.
Edmund Gore immediately raised his hand and caught the hidden arrow that shot through Mrs. Michila's head.
Looking over again, this beautiful and arrogant lady had lost her life, and the arrow shot directly through her head.
Without caring about anything else, Edmund Gore turned over and jumped out of the speeding carriage, looking around at the same time.
"Did the 'assassins' do it...are they no longer satisfied with ordinary nobles, but choose higher-level people in power to attack?" Edmund Gore muttered to himself, completely ignoring the scoldings of the coachmen around him, and continued from
The center of the street leads to an alley.
"You must be caught!"
…
Five minutes after Mrs. Michila was killed, in a cafe not far from the incident.
"Very good, the assassin's soul has successfully lured Gore away. It seems everything is under control." Scola held a cup of Roart black coffee, glanced out the window, and whispered.
"I imitated that guy's technique last night and killed an unlucky guy. Let's add more fire today... We have to let these people find something to do." Scola raised his head and drank the half-cold coffee.
