Erin was talking to herself. She looked a little confused, and the injuries on her body were still aching, causing her thinking to stagnate.
"I am Irene Adler, formerly affiliated with the Iron Law Bureau and responsible for external espionage operations."
Irene re-introduced herself. As she spoke, she was still paying attention to the expressions of the people around her, especially Haybold's.
"The information you got is similar to what I want to say, right? I deliberately approached Ivar, captured him, and then had him captured by the Iron Law Bureau."
She said it in an understatement, and this attitude made Haybold even more angry.
"Then why did you come to me?" Lorenzo asked, "Shouldn't you hide far away? Why are you still being chased by the Iron Law Bureau?"
"Because I know too much, Mr. Holmes, the details of the entire operation, and some deeper secrets. I know too much."
Erin's eyes dimmed.
"After the operation was successful, I returned to Gaulnaro. I felt uneasy when I contacted the headquarters again... The headquarters had changed. During the time when I was performing the mission, they actually supported a group called the Orthodox Church.
A new religion, I investigated it and discovered the inside story.
Religion is just a cover, they seem to be secretly organizing an army."
"The choir," said Lorenzo.
"You know this?" Irene looked at Lorenzo with some surprise.
"I just found out, so what? You violated the regulations and were hunted down?" Lorenzo asked.
"That's pretty much it, so sometimes curiosity can really kill someone."
Erin shrugged helplessly, her movements pulling at the wound, causing her to gasp in pain.
Lorenzo didn't say anything more. He didn't believe Irene, at least not completely. At the same time, Lorenzo began to gradually understand the magic power that Heibald said.
Although the meeting lasted only a short time, Lorenzo could already feel the strangeness of Irene. Even though the situation was so bad, she still looked calm and unhurried, as if everything was in her plan.
"What do you know about the choir?" Lorenzo asked.
Irene's expression changed. She leaned forward and looked at Lorenzo's face carefully until she could see her own reflection in the gray-blue eyes.
She looked like she was playing with a puppy, she said.
"Oh, you also want to know about those things. Sure enough, you are connected with them."
"What's the meaning?"
"Aren't you curious about how I found you? It's a list, but it's not really a list. There is only your name on it." Irene retracted her body.
"I am a spy, agent, and killer. I am good at many things that ordinary people are not good at. I am afraid of the changes in the Iron Law Bureau. This is a very powerful secret organization, but I always have a vague feeling that during the time I left,
In time, it has been controlled by another person...another existence that I cannot describe.
I wanted to know why, so I investigated in depth, and I found out a lot of interesting things, and it was these interesting things that led me to death, but at this desperate moment, a turning point came."
Irene looked at Lorenzo with a smile.
"That is an imaginary enemy combat plan, targeting a guy named Lorenzo Holmes. It has his address and some of his work experience. For the Iron Law Bureau... no, to be precise, it is for the choir.
In other words, he has a strange threat, even higher than that of the so-called purification agency.
Different battle plans were listed one by one. I am very curious about who can make the choir take it so seriously. I am also very happy. From this point of view, you are the enemy of the choir."
"So you came to find me? Trying to get me to fight the choir." Lorenzo asked.
"I know you won't trust me, and you even said you want to kill me." Irene's eyes echoed between Hebold and him, "But at least we have the same interests now, and I am a member of the Iron Law Bureau.
Senior staff, with my help, whatever you want to do in Gaulnaro will be much more convenient."
She stretched out her hand and pointed at Lorenzo.
"You want to kill all the choir guys, right? I saw it when you were pretending to be dead. You are extremely angry towards those monsters."
She pointed to Haybold again.
"If you want to rescue Ivar, I will help you. After all, I sent him in with my own hands."
"Eileen!"
Haybold growled angrily. He really couldn't stand Irene's provocation, so he punched her and hit her hard.
"It seems that you also acquiesce in my value, right?"
Irene was not afraid, but asked Haybold with a smile.
"Irene, what you said is not enough to keep you alive."
Lorenzo said again that the information given by Irene did supplement some of Lorenzo's missing information, such as the fact that the Iron Law Bureau seemed to be in charge of another person, but this information was not very precious.
Watson warned him, but Lorenzo knew very well that if necessary, he would use Power Gabriel again to obtain the information he wanted... and even said that he could directly invade Irene's [Gap],
Tear off all her disguises.
"I know, similarly, these are not enough to make the Iron Law Bureau pursue me so ruthlessly, right?"
Erin was simply prepared, as if she had anticipated all the possible directions in which the incident might develop.
"Go to my room and take a look. Under the bed, there is a small black bag. There will be what you want in it, and there will also be things that can prove my worth."
Lorenzo's eyes became serious. Yes, these are not enough to make Irene be hunted down. After all, she is also a member of the Iron Law Bureau. As long as she continues to be loyal, she will be exposed to the deep darkness sooner or later.
"Kestrel, you go." Lorenzo said.
"Me?" Kestrel was confused for a moment, but didn't say much and left as Eileen said.
"I thought you would go by yourself... Well, you don't trust other people either, right?"
Erin whispered, she was very smart and understood the composition of this team in an instant.
Highbould is not trusted by Lorenzo. The only people who can reassure Lorenzo are the Kestrel and the girl standing by. But obviously, the girl is a novice, and this kind of thing cannot be left to her with confidence.
.
"Are you interested in hearing Haybold's story?" Erin tried to ask.
But this time, before Hebold could have a seizure, Lorenzo stood up and walked to her.
"Actually, you are also very curious, Eileen, why I am regarded as the enemy by the choir."
Lorenzo stared at her. After talking to Watson, he gradually began to feel that kind of distortion beyond ordinary people, and he was vaguely changing.
"What……"
Irene couldn't make any sound. Lorenzo held her face and asked her to look into his eyes, and then a blazing white sun rose in those gray-blue eyes.
Under the light, Irene's face turned pale. Fortunately, this situation did not last long. Lorenzo knew very well that he could not abuse this forbidden power, but he needed an insurance policy.
"Have you ever seen anyone like me?" Lorenzo asked.
Irene was no longer like before this time. She said slowly with a stiff face.
"He is called the Patriarch."
…
According to the information given by Eileen, Kestrel found Eileen's room soon.
This is a very ordinary room. Compared with the public-funded tours taken by Lorenzo and others, this place is simply shabby. Irene must have been at the end of her rope, and it took a lot of effort to get on the ship.
There was nothing extra in the room. There was only an open suitcase on the floor. Kestrel walked over curiously. It was filled with women's underwear and some skirts. Judging from the nameplate hanging on the suitcase, this
The things don't belong to Erin.
Kestrel could already imagine the scene. Irene found a woman with a similar figure to herself in the crowd, and through some coincidence or force snatched her identity, and boarded the White Tide.
Continuing to rummage, Kestrel lifted up the bed board and found what Erin was talking about, a small black bag under it.
There were some of Eileen's own documents with various names. No one knew how many identities this woman had, as well as a pistol and how many bullets she had.
Kestrel touched something, a strange bulge. It seemed that there was a sandwich in this small black bag. After tearing it open, Kestrel found what Erin had hidden.
For a moment, Kestrel felt that his heartbeat was accelerating, and his eyes were firmly attracted by that thing. Fortunately, as a high-ranking knight, he still has a certain resistance to erosion, otherwise Kestrel would not know that he was
What will you do in the face of this temptation?
It was a potion, with red liquid floating in it, crystal clear, like ruby.
Secret blood.
"So Irene hid something here?"
A voice sounded from outside the door, and Kestrel's movements froze completely. It was an unfamiliar voice.
Kestrel thought a lot at this moment. The enemy Lorenzo killed last night might just be part of the enemy. Although Nordro was covering up, this could not be hidden from the enemy. They had been observing him.
All this happened almost at the same time. Kestrel was experienced in many battles, and his fighting instincts were far beyond ordinary people. He held the potion tightly and picked up the pistol in the small bag with one hand.
The moment the gunfire rang out, Kestrel rolled toward the bunker on the other side. He still remembered the layout of the room, and the enemy was behind him.
The distance was too short, and the Kestrel was not as powerful as the Demon Hunter. He was destined to be shot. He could only find a way not to be fatally injured and save more combat power.
The enemy fired several shots, and the bullets passed through the narrow room. Kestrel felt a slight pain in his limbs. The bullets passed by his body, leaving one painful scratch after another, and then more
Severe pain shot through his shoulder as the bullet penetrated the board and hit the kestrel.
"It's not bad, it's not bad."
Kestrel muttered in a low voice. His left shoulder was shot. Although it hurt to move, at least he still had one arm left.
He lowered his breathing. Kestrel didn't know how many enemies were outside the door, nor what kind of power he had.
It was really unlucky that I encountered an enemy all of a sudden, with no time to prepare. But think about it, this is life, and life does not follow logic.
Lorenzo may not be able to save himself, after all, it all happened too fast, and he still has to stay there to watch over Irene. Kestrel knows very well that Lorenzo does not trust Irene, and even he
The dull guy also saw what Heibald and Irene were hiding before, leaving them alone there, there was no telling what would happen.
"Lucky Kestrel didn't just leave it here."
The Kestrel seemed to be cheering itself up. While roaring, it turned around and rushed out of the bunker to open fire.
The so-called bunker was just a wardrobe. When Kestrel rushed out, he knocked it down with his body, trying to use this thing to block a few bullets for himself, and even said that it would weaken the power of the bullets.
He held the gun in his right hand and fired. Enduring the pain, he used one hand to throw out the folding knife.
It was also at this time that Kestrel finally saw the person coming. It was an ordinary-looking man. He was wearing waiter's clothes. It seemed that he had been hiding and observing him before.
This is a trap... No, this is a trap for Irene, but that damn woman dragged the trouble onto us.
But how virtuous and capable is this woman? She deserves to be hunted down like this.
Suddenly, red blood flashed before his eyes.
It's the secret blood, the secret blood that Irene took away, they are looking for this thing.
This is Irene's trump card. With the power of this blood, she can easily get protection from other forces.
No one would give up such a powerful force.
The bullets crossed each other, the man's bullet missed, and the Kestrel's bullet successfully hit the man's arm, but the guy's face was expressionless, as if he couldn't feel the pain, like a silent stone statue.
"Damn, another monster."
Without even thinking about it, the guy in front of me must also be from that weird choir, with violent secret blood flowing in his body. He may not be as powerful as Lorenzo, but he only needs to be stronger than Kestrel.
The distance was shortened enough that Kestrel gave up shooting and brandished the folding knife.
The fierce sword light flashed, and the man also pulled out the short knife from his waist to fight the kestrel.
Kestrel resisted with difficulty. He didn't want to die so unluckily. He had to find a way to survive, but the man didn't give him any chance. No matter how Kestrel attacked, he guarded the door firmly and refused to give Kestrel any chance.
A chance for the falcon to escape.
He also knew this. As long as Kestrel escaped, and even said that as long as he could make Lorenzo notice this, the man would definitely die in the face of that terrible nightmare.
The metal collided again, and the kestrel was forced back step by step, approaching the edge of the balcony. Below it was not a balcony, but a roaring sea.
Damn it Erin!
Kestrel cursed in his mind, if this woman paid more money and changed to a better room, he might be able to run out directly along the terrace.
The dagger slashed again, and the man struck very steadily. As long as he continued to be steady, the Kestrel would not be able to hold on.
Another hard blow, from top to bottom, no skill at all, just pure brute force.
Kestrel's folding knife was shaky, and it seemed that Kestrel would be defeated by him if he hit it again. The man's indifferent expression finally showed a little joy, and it was at this time that Kestrel, who had always been weak, suddenly changed.
This guy with a hapless face suddenly became fierce. He raised the folding knife angrily and inserted it into the man's offensive. His rhythm was disrupted. Then the sharp folding knife penetrated his arm, picking off the man.