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Chapter 128 The encounter of Rosago

Backlund, West District, inside the Embassy of Intis.

The Intis ambassador to the Kingdom of Loen, Becron Jean Madan, who has a thin face and some stubble, is sitting on the sofa in the living room. He is not wearing the gorgeous Intis clothes, but only wears a shirt and a black coat.

Vest.

He was holding a goblet in his hand. The glass was filled with a liquid as red as blood. This was a glass of the most famous and expensive wine in Intis, called O'Neill. The price of this glass alone was up to 10 pounds.

.

But the ambassador obviously didn't care much about the glass of wine. He often looked out the window as if he was expecting something.

When Backlund looked out the window for an unknown number of times, a figure finally appeared there. He walked to the window and rolled in deftly. The light shone on him. He was wearing a black and white checkered uniform, which any Loen person knew.

, that is the police uniform.

The man dressed as a police officer had gray hair and two very deep nasolabial folds on his face. He walked towards Beckland, who was sitting on the sofa. Every time he took a step, the muscles on his face squirmed. When he came to Baker

When Lang stood in front of him, he had transformed into a gentleman with black hair and blue eyes, with a handsome face and a faint trace of beard.

He sat directly opposite Beckron without ceremony, threw the soft hat with the badge on his head on the coffee table, and took out a palm-sized paper bag from his arms and threw it on the coffee table.

Backlund just frowned slightly, put down the wine glass in his hand, and asked:

"Rosago, you didn't find Camus and Meursault?"

"So what if you find them? Recover their extraordinary characteristics?" Rosago, who was wearing a police uniform, leaned on the sofa and looked at Backlund with some mockery.

"Are you sure they're dead?"

Backlund has no austerity, he is just a Meursault. As long as he is willing, anyone in the East District can replace Meursault, but Kames is different. He is not only the "notary" of Sequence 6, but also a member of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun.

Priest.

If Kamesh is really dead, even if he is the ambassador of Intis to the Kingdom of Loen, he will inevitably be blamed by the Church of the Eternal Sun. After all, Intis is the Kingdom of the Sun, even if the Church of the God of Steam rises because of Roselle

Yes, the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun is also very powerful.

"Are you doubting the ability of a soothsayer?"

Rosago tilted his head and looked at the "conspirator". As the "Secret Puppet Master" of Sequence 5, he had to be an assistant to a guy who was not as powerful as himself. This was something he had always been dissatisfied with.

"Then please tell me, Mr. Seer, who killed them?" Backlund never paid attention to such provocations. It was too low-level.

As a "conspirator" and an intelligence officer, Backlund's tolerance for Rosago is quite high. After all, having such a handy subordinate makes everything easier. This is why there are so many people in Intis's intelligence organization.

There are a large number of members of the Esoteric Order, and these guys are really suitable for intelligence work.

Rosago paused for a moment, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"I have a hunch that direct divination will bring danger to me, so I need some preparations."

"Looking at your outfit, have you finished your preparations?"

"certainly!"

Half an hour later, Backlund, who was guarding the outside of the secret room, heard movement coming from the secret room. He looked at the secret room with confusion. After hesitating for a while, he summoned a dozen military attachés of Sequence 7 and above in the embassy. This was obtained.

The military attaches allowed by the Loen Kingdom are the protective force here.

One Sequence 5, three Sequence 6s, five or six Sequence 7s, plus Beckron of Sequence 6, quickly gathered in front of the secret room. As Rosago's colleagues, these people have a deep enough understanding of his abilities.

They are all fully prepared.

As a "Weapon Master" raised a large shield with a gorgeous shape and spiritual fluctuations at the front, Backlund opened the secret room. The "Weapon Master" held up the shield, huddled behind and knocked open the door.

He opened the door halfway and rushed in.

Inside the secret room, there was a mess. Candles, essential oils, and all kinds of weird materials were scattered on the floor. "Secret Puppet Master" Rosago was lying on the ground, with dense light-colored granules growing on his face, and he could barely make out the hole for his mouth.

whispered:

"Hornakis...Honakis...Tamara...Tamara"

But those who are familiar with him know that this is not his voice, this voice seems to come from a whisper in the ear.

Under the black and white plaid police uniform worn by Rosago, something seemed to be crawling, holding up the somewhat tight police uniform.

The "artisan" took out a golden mirror the size of a baby's palm from his arms, pointed it at Rosago, and spoke an ancient Hermetic language:

"Purification."

The small golden mirror immediately emitted a golden light as warm as the sun. This light shone on Rosago, causing his deformed facial features to quickly recover. The granulation on his face gradually subsided and retracted under the skin, and the squirming under the black and white plaid uniform

It also gradually stopped.

The light dissipated, and the small golden mirror was broken into pieces and fell to the ground. A trace of distress flashed across the "craftsman's" face. After "Notary" Kames disappeared, such items should be used less often.

Backlund kept looking at Rosago, even when he had lost his facial features just now, he did not shift his gaze. After Rosago's facial features recovered, traces of pale white mist came out of his mouth and nostrils, heading towards the secret room.

Float outside.

"Notice!"

Backlund shouted loudly, drawing everyone's attention to the pale white mist. All the strands of mist had come out and floated towards the secret room.

The red condensed fireball condensed in the palm of Backlund, and he threw it out. A "bang" explosion sounded, and the pale white mist was blown away, and then condensed together again.

The "craftsman" held the necklace hanging on his chest, his eyes flashed with a deep purple light, he groaned, covered his eyes and stepped back:

"It works, the fog has dispersed a little!"

Following his words, condensed fireballs, red fire crows, and invisible slashes all flew towards the mist. After one round of attacks, there were only a few pitiful strands left in the mist, which were still trying tenaciously to condense together.

Rosago, who suddenly woke up, saw this scene and squeezed out a sentence from his throat:

"Don't break it all up, leave some..."

The "artisan" who covered his eyes moved his hand away, and there were already two lines of blood and tears left in the corners of his eyes. He had just used the "Peeper of Secrets" feature to create the "Peeping Eyes" to observe the fog. He breathed heavily, and from his body

He took out a transparent glass bottle from his pocket and handed it to the "Weapon Master":

"Take the bottle, move closer, and inject spirituality into the glass bottle. You should be able to suck the mist in."

The "Weapon Master" looked ugly. He hesitated for a while and took the glass bottle. He walked over carefully and followed the "artisan's" method to put the glass bottle next to the mist that had gathered together. As his spirituality poured in,

The mist slowly drifted into the glass bottle.

"Pop", the lid was closed.


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