Outside the Embassy of Intis, two figures were outlined, one man and one woman.
The man was wearing a brown jacket and a peaked cap, and the woman was wearing an ordinary blue dress. The two people watched a figure disappear dozens of meters outside the embassy after the fire was lit.
Rawls knew that it was the ability of the "Magician", "Fire Jump". With the strength of Rosago's Sequence 5 "Secret Puppet Master", he could even move at will with the help of flames within a range of one or two hundred meters.
"Do you need to go in?"
There was no fluctuation in Alicia's tone, as if the Intis Embassy was like her own home in her eyes.
"Is that okay?" If he could go in, he might be able to hear the conversation between Rosago and Backlund and know what happened.
"No." Alicia's tone did not change at all.
"Uh..." Rawls almost choked to death at Alicia's words, "No, no, why do you ask! You are not a "provocateur"!
"It's okay if I don't take you with me." Alicia glanced at Rawls.
Rawls breathed out, which was definitely in revenge for his lack of response just now. He stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, with a smile on his face and said:
"Then I'll trouble you."
Alicia nodded, left a word and then disappeared.
"You get out of here first."
Rawls licked his lips, looked at the brightly lit embassy in the distance, and walked towards the dock area.
…
Backlund Bridge area, Iron Gate Street, Brave Bar.
A half-century-old man with a nose and a linen shirt opened the door of the bar and limped in. It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and even in the bar, there were not many customers inside. The only ones left were
Some drunkards.
The old man with rosacea held a dark brown paper bag containing four pieces of rye bread, avoided the vomit and drunkards, walked into the billiards room inside the bar, and pushed open the door of billiards room No. 3.
With a "squeak" sound, the door opened, and a boy's voice sounded:
"Is it Caspars?"
"It's me, old man." Kaspars Kanlinen, an old man with rosacea, replied angrily and walked into the billiards room No. 3.
Caspars put the paper bag containing rye bread in his hand on the billiard table. A huge scar appeared on his face, stretching from the corner of his right eye to the right side of his mouth. Without that, it would be almost complete.
With his red nose and rosy nose, he could definitely become a child's nightmare.
In the corner of the billiards room, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy wearing an old overcoat and a round hat walked over. He had a pair of extremely rare red eyes, but there was unconcealable tiredness in his eyes, and his complexion was a bit...
Sallow and devoid of any vitality.
Caspars looked at the boy's tired look and sighed:
"Ian, you should take a good rest, otherwise your body will not be able to bear it."
The red-eyed boy Ian yawned, walked to the pool table, took out a loaf of rye bread, and after taking a big bite, the muscles on both sides of his mouth wriggled wildly, and he said vaguely:
"It's okay, I'm used to it. Get me a beer."
Caspars shook his head, said nothing, and limped out of the billiard room. When he came back with a glass of wine, Ian had almost finished the second loaf of bread, his mouth was full, and his hands were full.
Slide it up and down your throat to make the food go down quickly.
Seeing Kaspers coming over with a wine glass, he grabbed the glass and drank most of it in one gulp, sighing with satisfaction, "Ah."
"Slow down, no one is trying to fight you." Caspars looked at Ian's crazy eating with some distress. Even if he had baked these rye breads at home, eating them like this would always be harmful to the body.
Caspars is a typical "Storm Lord" believer. When he was young, he earned money by being ruthless, but he always squandered it on indulgence and enjoyment. He never started a family, so he always felt like he looked at his own children when it came to Ian.
.
In five or six minutes, two pounds of rye bread and a glass of rye beer entered Ian's stomach. He wiped his mouth with the cuffs of his coat with satisfaction, sat on the pool table with both hands, and touched his belly:
"It's still a little bit worse."
Caspars rolled his eyes and said angrily:
"If you weren't young, you would have been eaten to death a long time ago." He deliberately only took these, fearing that something would happen to Ian because he suddenly ate too much.
Ian took off his hat, scratched his hair, smiled at Caspars, and lay directly on the pool table. This would be his bed tonight.
Seeing Ian getting ready to sleep, Caspars frowned, limped to the side near Ian's head, and asked worriedly:
"What's wrong with you? What happened to that guy Zerrell?"
Ian turned over and looked at Caspars with a serious expression:
"You don't need to worry about it. I can handle this matter myself. I will leave here tomorrow morning. If anyone comes to you and asks about my whereabouts, just say you don't know."
"I know." Seeing that Ian refused to say anything, Caspars, who knew his stubborn temperament, stopped asking any more questions and limped out of Billiards Room No. 3.
Next to the boxing ring in the bar, Kaspars sighed and walked into the bar.
In the billiards room No. 3, Ian put his hands behind his head, lying on the billiard table, looking at the roof with his eyes, thinking about the questions asked by Kaspers, and he also wanted to know what happened.
Ian's father died when he was very young. Apart from remembering that his father had a pair of red eyes like him, he had no other memory. Later, he was taken in by Detective Zerrell, who taught him his intelligence-gathering skills and used his children's
Identity gathering intelligence.
He has a very good talent and has obtained a lot of useful information. Although he is sometimes suspected, the identity of the child will always gain some sympathy and pity. Ian will also worry about his life without the advantages of a child, but he still
So grown up.
Until some time ago, after collecting information as usual, he was going to report to Detective Zerrell. However, after walking into Rose Street, Ian had a bad feeling. Instead of going to Zerrell's house, he
Leave directly.
His premonition told him that as long as he stepped near Detective Zerrell's house, he would encounter terrible danger, so Ian hid directly. Even when he saw the children who were also Zerrell's men, he did not go up to ask, or even
I went straight to Pulitzer Harbor last week.
But the people there were barbaric and vicious, and Ian wondered if there was something wrong with his premonition. But as soon as he returned to Backlund, before he stepped into Rose Street, his premonition warned him again. He didn't hesitate at all,
He ran directly to Caspars.
Something must have happened with Detective Zerrell, but those kids are still there, even collecting intelligence normally. What's going on?
Why do I feel uneasy? Are those people coming for me? What information do I have that attracts them?
These questions have appeared in Ian's mind more than once, but after he recalled the intelligence and certain clues he had collected recently, there was nothing particularly important.
Should we hire a private detective to find out what happened?
Ian made a small fortune in Pulitzer Harbor and was almost killed because of the money, so he hurried back to Backlund.
With his thoughts in mind, Ian fell into a deep sleep on the billiard table.
…
What went wrong? If I knew, would I talk nonsense with you here? Rosago really wanted to say this, but now the development of things is getting more and more unfavorable to them. Just like what Emperor Russell said, he
He and Beckron are insects on the same line, and no one can escape.
Backlund stood up and loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and paced back and forth around Rosago, while Rosago only lowered his eyebrows slightly and did not meet Backlund's gaze.
"The first possibility is that there is something wrong with your divination. That guy named Ian has nothing to do with Hermoshuin's manuscript. After all, you lacked a lot of things when you did divination, didn't you?"
At this time, Beckron stood behind Rosago. Rosago subconsciously wanted to refute Beckron. Although the divination lacked some conditions, the divination was successful in the end, and after many divination, the result did not change. In this case
Understand, even if someone interferes with the divination and tamperes with the divination results, it is impossible.
But Backlund did not give Rosago a chance to defend himself, and directly raised the second possibility:
"The second type is that he knew the clues about the Hermoshuin manuscript and even obtained the manuscript. However, he discovered something was wrong and thought that 'Zeriel' was unreliable. He chose to observe it in secret, or hid it secretly and prepared to sell it at a high price.
Didn’t Zerrell also say that Ian is the smartest among the children?”
As a "conspirator", Backlund's IQ is higher than most extraordinary people, but unlike last time, he didn't smell the smell of "conspiracy" in it. So he can only infer that there must be some link in this.
problem.
"No matter what the possibility is, we must find Ian!"
But it's not that easy. This is Loen, not Intis. The embassy's overt power cannot be used. People from MI9 are still secretly monitoring this place.
As for the power that Backlund had secretly cultivated, the Zmang Party was torn apart due to the death of "The Executioner" Meursault. They originally wanted to slowly gather the remaining forces, but the previous incident temporarily stopped the process of gathering.
"Bring in Feysac's power, notify Shadow, and let his men secretly track down Ian's whereabouts." Shadow is a spy he placed inside Feysac, and he has some power in his hands that he can mobilize.
"I know." Rosago responded in a low voice.
"I will arrange this matter, you continue to play..."
Backlund shook his head, but before he finished speaking, a bracelet on his wrist suddenly flashed with star-like brilliance, and he immediately looked toward a room on the first floor.
The roar of steam sounded, and a figure rushed over from a room on the first floor, knocking the closed office door of Backlund into pieces.
Rosago relied on the "clown's" "intuitive premonition" ability to avoid the flying door panels with an exaggerated movement, while Backlund also lifted up his desk, blocking several door panels.
When Rosago stopped moving and quickly put on another face, Backlund also stood up from behind his desk and found that there was suddenly an extra person in the office.
It was an old man wearing a white priest's robe and a clergyman's soft hat. He was the head of the Backlund Diocese of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, a member of the Pre-God Council, Archbishop Horamik Haydn.
The archbishop with a kind and gentle face was still breathing out air from the shining black nozzle behind his back. His left hand was folded down to the wrist, but there were no bones to break the skin and bring out blood and flesh.
There is a dark, cold and heavy metal tube embedded in the inside of his left wrist, which is a small-caliber mysterious artillery piece.
Horamik Haydn's body and neck did not move, and his right eye, which was shining like a star, was spinning crazily in his eye socket. After being watched, Backlund felt that his whole body was being seen through, and his legs were moving uncontrollably.
Trembling.
An old man wearing a classic black robe and a soft hat, with white beard and hair, and sparse eyebrows walked in. Looking at the unfamiliar "Rosago" and the somewhat frightened Backlund, he said to Archbishop Horamik:
"Horramik, did that man run away again?"
Horamik's right eye, which shone like a star, stopped rotating, the black nozzle that spewed airflow from his back also retracted into his body, and his left wrist returned to its original position.
This Sequence 4 "Alchemist", a demigod-level expert, shook his head and sighed:
"Let her run away."
Horamik's right eye has already locked on the person who sneaked into the embassy. Theoretically, even if she travels through the spiritual world, it will be difficult to escape from the lock. When his right eye was built, it was to avoid the problem that the "alchemist" could not travel through the spiritual world.
, added the ability to use star interference to teleport, but still let the person run away.
"Her?" Three questions rang out at the same time.
"Holamik?" As a good friend of the archbishop, this question could only be asked by "Artisan" Bergman.
"Yes, and she is a 'law mage' with at least two sealed artifacts on her body, and her status is not low." Horamick turned his head and said to Bergman.
Knowing that they could not speak, Backlund and Rosago had the wit to leave the two of them alone and left the office.
Since the last time someone broke in, "Artisan" Bergman, at the request of Backlund, asked Horamik to rebuild the embassy's protection ritual, and added a special function to detect "spirit travel" and "teleportation"
Ritual magic.
At Beckron's suggestion, an astrological teleportation magic circle was even added, allowing Archbishop Horamik to directly enter the embassy through astrological teleportation.
After a while, "Artisan" Bergman came out, and there was no sign of Horamick Haydn in the office.
Looking at the expectant expressions of Backlund and Rosago, Bergman nodded and said:
"Horamik promised not to disclose the situation to Loen and the other two major churches, but this is the last time. We need to find excuses for the same news this time."