MTL - He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts-Chapter 72 Those who try to dominate God (1)

"Miss Mellon, your telegram!" The postman opened the door and handed a small piece of paper to the girl in overalls behind the counter.

The girl thanked him, raised her monocular magnifying glass, glanced at the words on the telegram, and turned her head upstairs, shouting: "Fabian! Get the 'key' out!" The telegram came from England. It was from London, very brief, just one sentence: "Look at the butterflies with me tonight".

Since that purchase of Phosphorus Butterfly Powder, the trading house has never opened its doors again. Said Fabian, who was in charge of guarding the keys. He had seen a few times that the talisman suddenly glowed and then went out suddenly. He didn't know if the trading house had only opened for one dance room or his eyes were dazzled.

The telegram was no doubt a reminder that the Exchange House would open its doors to them tonight.

Miss Margaret Mellon waited with great interest till the evening. The magic circle talisman paper of the secret trading house emitted a light representing "business".

The siblings looked at each other and stepped into the circle at the same time.

It was already too early for them to come, but the trading house was already very lively. People in all kinds of fancy clothes wandered in the lobby, and there were endless emotions like "the trading house hasn't opened for a long time". It seems that not only the Melun brothers and sisters think so, but in the eyes of most customers, it is unusual for the trading house to be closed for such a long time.

A long list was posted in the trading house, with the word "acquisition" written on it, and at a glance, it was all kinds of materials and magic weapons. Many customers gathered in front of the list and pointed.

"Foreign Spirit Dust, Salamander Eggs, Hell Water... How much do you charge?"

"At a glance, they are all materials for making offensive magic weapons. Is the owner of the trading house ready to go to the battlefield?"

While the siblings were pondering over the list, the owner of the trading house came over with a smile on his face.

"Welcome, sir and miss. I have something to discuss with you."

Miss Margaret immediately understood: ordinary customers certainly don't need the owner of the trading house to remind him of the business. That telegram was to ensure that they could enter the trading house tonight and discuss important matters with the owner of this place.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" she asked. At the beginning, the magic circle talisman paper of the trading house appeared in the store inexplicably, and it could only be sent by the owner of the trading house. The other party knows their identities. They are not big figures, and if they can help, it is nothing more than mechanical manufacturing.

The three walked together to a corner of the trading house.

"The friend who made mechanical prosthetic eyes at your place last time," the owner of the trading house smiled meaningfully, "needs you to make other prosthetic limbs for him. Can you take this job?"

Miss Margaret thought of the customer with white hair and red eyes. He is indeed a friend of the owner of the trading house, otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that he needs the phantom phosphorous butterfly powder, and the key of the trading house will be automatically delivered to the door?

"I see, I'm willing to help that gentleman." Margaret blinked playfully as she said, "But, is that Mr. Night Watchman willing to accept the help of a mystic?"

***

After the business of the trading house ended, Duan Feizhuo saw off the other guests, only Margaret and Fabian stayed. He opened the second exit and led the siblings out of the trading house.

As soon as they walked out, they came straight to London. The siblings were so surprised that they kept calling it incredible.

"If this kind of secret technique can be widely used, then people will no longer have to suffer from the fatigue of traveling and traveling?" Miss Margaret first thought of how to promote this convenient technology, as expected of a mechanic, "I want to go You can go wherever you want, and you can go from one end of the world to the other in an instant...it can make the world smaller than ever, and make people closer than ever before!"

Miss Margaret had long suspected the identity of the owner of the trading house. She once speculated that one of Z's two companions was the owner of the trading house, and even Z himself was. While it's unbelievable that a night vigilante is running a trading house part-time, it's not impossible. Maybe this guy is an undercover agent?

It turned out that she guessed one-third of the time. The owner of the trading house is the doctor. When following him upstairs, Fabian asked uneasily: "Is it okay for you to show us your real identity directly like this?"

"Anyway, didn't you already know?" Duan Feizhuo was both helpless and amused, "And in the near future, maybe the trading house won't need to hide it anymore."

He has always had an idea, which is to change the attitude of the night guards towards the mystics, no longer to kill them all, but to regulate and guard against them. Mystics can live aboveboard in this country, just like in Switzerland, Greece and other countries. The Vigilante will become the policeman of the mysterious society, maintaining order and punishing evil—rather than sweeping all the occultists at once.

The order to exterminate the mystics may have been a conspiracy of the committee from the beginning. Nightman was manipulated and used by the committee from start to finish. When they lost their use value, they were kicked out and replaced with the "dead men" carefully cultivated by the committee over the years.

If they win the committee, there is a chance of persuading the Queen to change policy. If they fail...there will be no more owners of the trading house in the world, and the secret realm trading house will be sealed forever. It doesn't matter if your identity is exposed or not.

Z looked a little uncomfortable seeing Miss Margaret again. Like a patient seeing a doctor. In particular, this doctor is also a mechanic who is proficient in occult arts. But his reaction was much calmer than last time.

"A lot must have happened after you left Switzerland..." Marguerite thought.

Indeed a lot happened. Enough to turn a person's worldview upside down.

Mystics aren't all enemies, either. Mysteries can be used to destroy the world, but they can also be used to save lives.

Margaret checked the body for Z. Seeing the section of his stump, Miss Mechanic frowned. The method of dismantling the prosthesis is extremely rough, which will not only damage the prosthesis, but also bring great pain to the user.

Duan Feizhuo said: "His prosthesis was made by 'that lady'. The lady left a back door on him and could manipulate his body. So not only do you need to make a new prosthesis, It is also necessary to release the woman from manipulating his body."

"It's that woman..." Miss Margaret thought of the lady her grandfather had mentioned. I thought she was a occultist who studied mechanics, but I didn't expect to do this kind of thing to others. It's a shame for a mechanic!

No matter how skilled a person is, if he loses his moral character, he cannot be called a master of the generation.

"I can do it, it just takes some time," said Miss Mechanic.

"How long will it take? We only have a week at most." Duan Feizhuo drummed in his heart.

Margaret looked at him, slightly annoyed.

"Do you despise me?"

***

Relying on the trading house, the Mellons can move quickly between Geneva and London. Since Marguerite's tools were all in Geneva, they took Z back to the shop there for treatment (or restoration?).

Others were not idle either. All the commodities in the trading shop were taken out by Duan Feizhuo to support the night policemen. It's a pity that the props that can be used in battle are scarce, so Duan Feizhuo had to post a list to buy materials to make by himself.

There are still many mysterious philosophy books stored in the trading house, and they are now being used as a temporary aid. Ms. Q and Yeats were busy copying incantations every day. Xenophon, who had learned alchemy, made two sets of alchemy bullets with the purchased materials, which were used by Ms. Acheson and Mr. R.

Evangeline, on the other hand, traveled far away and appeared in faraway Ireland, deliberately allowing people to witness her tracks. After the committee gets the news, they will inevitably send people to Ireland to search, so that they can more or less disperse their manpower.

The trading house was open for business for several days in a row. This unusual move naturally attracted the attention of the mystics. They instinctively felt that the rain was coming, and that the owner of the trading house was about to do something earth-shattering.

If that thing works out, everything will change.

While the policemen were preparing intensively at night, a little-known incident was happening in a corner of London.

Many years ago, the Queen's lifelong love, Prince Albert, died and was buried in the royal tombs at Frogmore. There stands a beautiful white palace called Linlin Pond, which is filled with the sound of frogs in summer.

That night, the moonlight shone on the pond, and the frogs were lying on the water's edge and singing one after another. Suddenly, the pond rippled and shattered the moonlight. The frog looked back, and immediately fled into the grass in a panic.

The ripples became bigger and bigger, bubbling, and then, a small head popped out.

It was a small man with a face resembling some kind of rodent. With the lotus leaves and aquatic plants on his back, he swam to the shore with great effort, shaking off the water on his body like an animal.

"Whoa! Finally escaped!" Pai Mo couldn't help shouting, "I'm Pai Mo free! Hahahaha! Despicable and shameless night policeman, just watch, one day you will come back because you refuse to recruit me ..." His bold words choked back in his throat.

Because he found a woman standing under the tree by the pond and cast a surprised look at him.

As soon as he thought that his unrestrained words and deeds were seen by the woman, Paimo wished he could dig another hole in the ground.

He met the woman's eyes, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Good evening, madam."

The woman was silent for a while, then nodded to him: "Good evening, sir."

This woman is really unusual. Pimo thought to himself. Would an ordinary woman be so calm when she saw a man who was described as a mess crawling out of a pond?

"...Do you live here?" Paimo asked for nothing. "No, I'm here to visit my husband's grave." The woman said calmly.

He looks at the woman. She was very old, past seventy years, wrinkled and small. She was wearing a black dress, a dark blue ribbon, and a veil in her hair. She had a serious face, sharp eyes, and extraordinary bearing.

Paimo suddenly understood who this woman was. He shivered (partly out of awe of the woman, partly because he was soaked and cold) and kissed the woman's dress.

"You are our great majesty!" He said excitedly, "I am so honored to meet your majesty in my lifetime! I will have stories to tell my grandson when I get old!"

As long as Her Majesty the Queen gives an order, a group of royal guards will immediately rush out and send Paimo Wuhuada to the guillotine. But she didn't. She was just a little confused, a little helpless, and a little interested looking down at Paimo.

"I saw you emerging from the pond. So, either you're a good diver or you're a mystic?"

Pimo froze. God, His Majesty knows. he thought. He thought that their mystics were hiding enough, but he didn't expect that even the reclusive Queen knew about them?

His little thinking beads spun around quickly in his eyes. He has not been caught by the royal guards yet, which shows that the queen is interested in him. He is a fugitive. Unless he escapes to the other side of the world, he can only live a life of hiding his head and showing his tail. Paimo didn't want to live that precarious life.

However, it will be different if he gets patronage from the Queen. Who in this land would dare to disobey the Queen's order? If he wanted to save his life, the only and best way was to hug the queen's thigh tightly.

"Yes, Your Majesty," he smiled flatteringly, "but I am a good mystic, and I am willing to serve Your Majesty!"

The queen looked at him with some amusement. "You sneaked into my palace so sneakily, and you said you wanted to serve me?"

"It was an accident. I am good at digging holes. When I was digging holes underground, I accidentally went in the wrong direction. I originally wanted to go north." Paimo scratched his head, "Although I behave suspiciously and play tricks, I am loyal to His Majesty." You can learn from the sun and the moon!"

The Queen snorted, amused by him. Pai Mo secretly rejoiced, feeling that he had something to play.

"Oh? You are willing to do whatever you are asked to do?"

"I would like to shed my blood for His Majesty!"

The Queen looked into the distance and was silent for a while, then pulled out a small fan from her belt and fanned it leisurely.

"That's good. I want you to do something..."

***

one week later. Secret Trading Company.

Duan Feizhuo leaned on the counter, squinting at the customers in the hall. They stopped in front of the display case, looking at the products with curious and greedy eyes.

Today is the last day the trading house is open.

The committee took that "ribbon-cutting ceremony" so seriously that almost all their staff were transferred to Shropshire. The surveillance outside the Raven Restaurant was also removed. But Duan Feizhuo still didn't dare to take it lightly, everyone was still hiding in the cellar, and Mr. N was given all the work that needed to be exposed.

After the business of the trading house ends today, Duan Feizhuo and the others will leave for Perilla Manor.

Of course, they can't go there with great fanfare, or they will be intercepted halfway. Fortunately, they have a secret trading company. Duan Feizhuo has entrusted Lord Perilla. After today's business is over, the "Second Exit" dollhouse will be packed into a package and sent to Merilla Manor in the name of Xun Shun's personal belongings. It doesn't matter if this package is opened for inspection. Who would doubt a cute dollhouse?

Three people walked out of the tapestry of the magic circle outside the door. Duan Feizhuo couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

The Melun siblings walked in front side by side, followed by a tall, slender, white-haired man. He walked steadily and walked with wind, his silver hair was tied tightly behind his head, and he looked more energetic than ever.

"Please check and accept." The Molun sisters said with a smile.

Duan Feizhuo took Z's hand and took off the glove. The brass-colored prosthetic was polished to a shiny finish, and every screw exuded a new brilliance.

"Your hands are so warm." Z said softly.

Duan Feizhuo was stunned. He remembered that Z was insensitive to cold and warm. He blinked and looked at Z, whose lips curved. He had to turn to the Mellons again.

"I tuned his nervous system," Margaret said. "A lot of his senses were shut down, and it made him, uh, stronger. Now those senses have come back."

A soldier who neither suffers from pain nor fears cold or heat is of course the perfect undead soldier.

But for a living person, losing these feelings is a kind of torture. I can't appreciate a lot of fun in life, and even my own life itself becomes insignificant because I am not afraid of pain. Z's recovery of senses is of course a good thing, but

"We are going to the battlefield, is it really okay?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

Miss Margaret said: "I also think he would have an advantage in the fight if he didn't feel pain. If he wanted to regain his senses, he could have come to us later. But he insisted on doing it now."

"Why?" Duan Feizhuo couldn't help asking.

Z squeezed his hand tightly. The cold metal gradually warmed up in the temperature of Duan Feizhuo's palm, becoming the same temperature as his body temperature.

"I want to feel what it means to be alive." "He said, 'Live like a human being. "

Z's palm is obviously metal, but Duan Feizhuo felt as if a warm current flowed into his chest through it.

After thanking the Melun siblings (of course they paid enough), Duan Feizhuo announced the closure of the trading house.

Customers murmured. This bunch of guys who only watch but don't buy haven't seen enough. But there will be a next time, next time, and one day they will be able to save enough money to buy their favorite products.

They don't know, and there may never be a next time.

Watching the last customer leave the trading house, Duan Feizhuo closed the customer passage, and returned to the real world with Z.

In the Raven Restaurant, everyone is ready to go. Mr. N prepared a big box for the doll house. Once packed, the dollhouse will be driven in a carriage to the lakeside house in Pereira, Shropshire.

Seeing Z who was walking side by side with Duan Feizhuo, the policeman smiled. They either shook hands with Z in a friendly way, or greeted him face to face, as if Z just came back from a long trip, and tomorrow the Abnormal Case Investigation Division will go to work as usual, and everything will be as usual, step by step. Duan Feizhuo's eyes lingered on everyone's faces for a while, and finally asked, "Are you ready?"

Xenophon put on his clothes and danced his civilized staff fancyly: "If I say no, can you give me a few more days?"

Duan Feizhuo winked at Mr. N. The latter put the doll's house in a box, tied it up carefully with strings, and sent it to the mail car outside the door.

"A glass of fortifying wine before leaving?" Mr. N said.

Everyone nodded in agreement. So Mr. N found the best barrel of old wine in his cellar and poured nine glasses of wine. Nine people raised their glasses and clinked glasses in the air, the crisp voice was as sweet as a song.

"I wish us good fortune." Ms. Q offered a traditional congratulatory speech.

"I wish Carter and the committee an early end." Miss Acheson said coldly.

"I wish you all the best," Evangeline said softly.

"Happy Boss and Chester for a hundred years... No words!" Xenophon had a piece of unpalatable black bread stuffed into his mouth.

Duan Feizhuo scratched his chin embarrassingly, and turned to Yeats: "The poet came to toast us?"

Yeats smiled slightly, and said in a poetic tone: "Let us go, storyteller, hunt all the prey the heart desires, and fear nothing more. Everything exists, everything is true, and the world is nothing but A speck of dust under our feet."

***

All the servants at Lord Perilla's lakeside villa have been busy since a week ago.

Everyone was very excited when Her Majesty the Queen arrived. This is a big event worth showing off for a lifetime, not to mention the image of the lord in His Majesty's heart and the future treatment of the family in the aristocratic circle. Every detail of the reception is perfect.

Martha, the maid, was especially busy. Ever since the housekeeper Hao Te was arrested for murder, the manor has lost its backbone. Although the chief male servant is also competent for the daily work of the butler, he is young and has never seen the world. Not long after he took office, he encountered such a big event as the Queen's visit, and Martha and other senior servants had to be by his side.

Martha felt that although the lakeside villa was comfortable, it was still too cold to greet His Majesty. If it was the original manor, it would still be worthy of His Majesty, but the manor had been burned to a bare skeleton in the fire, and even the abandoned city was bulldozed later, because ether crystals were found under the manor, and a large mine would be built in the future. What the mine square looked like, Martha had never seen. A cordon has been put up around the mine to keep people away. It is said that the blasting work is dangerous.

The surrounding villagers are also dissatisfied with those guarding the mine. At first, everyone thought that a large number of laborers would be needed after the mine was discovered, and many healthy young men in the village hoped to work in the mine to make money. However, instead of recruiting workers from nearby villages, the mine has to relocate villagers to other places. The nearest families have all moved out. The villagers all complained.

Martha has a job herself, so she doesn't covet the work in the mine. It is enough for her to concentrate on serving the lord's mother and son. Oh, and now one more Her Majesty.

The first day of His Majesty's visit at the villa passed without incident. The next day, she went to inspect the mine with a group of dignitaries (I heard it was a member of a committee) and Lord Perilla's mother and son, and participated in the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

The whole of Shropshire is eager to join in the festivities and see His Majesty in His Majesty's majesty. However, outsiders were not allowed to participate in the ceremony, and the little servants in the villa ran to see it quietly, but were chased away by several fierce men in black. Obviously the mine is the property of the lord, but just because it was contracted to someone else, those guys dare to dictate to the lord's servants, it's really abominable!

Just as the servants were busy hitting the back of their heads, a large package was delivered to the villa, and it was written on the package that this was a gift for the Lord. Martha picked up the package and shook it vigorously. It seemed to contain something square. She didn't suspect him, and sent the package directly to the Lord's study.

Putting down the package, Martha just turned around when she heard a "hiss".

The package shattered and a big man got out.

It was a black-haired, yellow-eyed man, dressed politely, in black, and holding a civilized stick in his hand.

Martha wanted to scream. The man stepped forward, covered her mouth, and let out a "shh".

"Long time no see, ma'am, have you forgotten me?" He smiled.

Martha rolled her eyes, remembering who this man was. Martha had seen him the day of the estate fire, and he seemed to be the policeman who had brought the bones of poor boy Barney to his parents. The villagers are very grateful to him.

But why did the police get out of the package? No matter how you look at that package, it doesn't look like it can fit a big living person...

Immediately afterwards, a second man appeared out of thin air. This man was known to Martha, one of the gentlemen who had visited the estate when the lord had received him as a guest of honor. But how the **** is he...

Then, the third, fourth, and fifth people emerged one after another. Martha's mood changed from horror to surprise, then to confusion, and finally to numbness. Well, that package is going to pop up anyway. Nothing fancy, is it?

In the end, there were nine people in total. The originally spacious study room suddenly became overcrowded.

"Where's Your Majesty? Have you gone to the mine yet?" asked the man with black hair and yellow eyes.

Martha nodded, then shook her head hastily. Oh, why did she leak His Majesty's whereabouts? Not only was the group oddly dressed (one was airtightly wrapped), but several of them were also armed! One of the men had a muzzle and a dagger stuck in his waist, the other was carrying a tattered sword, and for some reason, a woman was holding a typewriter. Are they here to assassinate His Majesty? But she recognized several of them, and they were all responsible for Hao Te's incident!

"Okay, okay, don't shout, ma'am." The man with black hair and yellow eyes opened the door of the study, "We are here to Qin Wang—at least I think so."

Martha watched them leave the study in a daze.

A group of people hurried downstairs. The servants in and out of the villa were busy entertaining His Majesty. Seeing this large group of people passing through the villa as if no one else was there, they all stopped their work in panic and were at a loss.

"It seems that we can only go directly to the mine." Xenophon said helplessly.

"It's not too late." Z said.

They passed through the corridor and went down to the first floor. As long as they passed through the hall, they would be in the garden of the villa.

A woman is sitting in the hall.

Wearing an eye patch on her left eye, she was sipping a cup of tea with demure and elegant movements, like a graceful lady.

Hearing the chaotic footsteps from far and near, she raised her head, and a cold smile appeared on her young and beautiful face.

"I was expecting you to show up here. Sure enough, I waited." Mrs. Boyle narrowed her eyes. "How did you get here from London? I guess you used the secret trading company, but I can't figure it out. How to use it. Dear owner of the trading house, can you satisfy the mystery scholar's thirst for knowledge?"

A group of people stopped.

The air in the hall suddenly became cold. It wasn't that the temperature had really dropped, but that the cold eyes of both sides made the atmosphere frosty.

The first to speak was Z.

"Why aren't you at the mine?"

Mrs. Boyle put down her teacup and smoothed her skirt. "I'm just a commoner, how can I participate in such a grand ceremony? What's more, my work is over, and the adults in the committee can do the rest themselves."

She stood up, took off the bracelet on her wrist, and flicked it lightly, turning it into a sword.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Her smile became brighter, "But it doesn't matter, after I kill you, I will have a lot of time to explore."

Z took off the gloves, and the brass prosthesis popped out a sharp blade. "Leave this woman to me to deal with. You evacuate the people in the villa, and then stop the committee."

Yeats stood up with a staff of civilization: "I'm with you, Superintendent."

"Don't get in the way."

"I was entrusted by Miss Madeleine's brother to avenge his sister." Yeats pulled out a rapier from the staff of civilization, "I know you have always had opinions on me, can't we seek common ground while reserving differences at this time?"

Z snorted and didn't say anything, which was a tacit consent.

Duan Feizhuo looked at Z, and the white-haired policeman nodded at him, indicating that he could handle it. Duan Feizhuo wants to stay and fight side by side with Z, but he has more important tasks.

"Let's go first"

After finishing speaking, he separated from the rest of the people, and followed Z's order to evacuate the servants in the villa.

Mrs. Boyle stood where she was. She knew that the rest of the people would go to the mine to block the committee, but it didn't matter, the committee had its own people. Even without her, she can still deal with the few night policemen who are not good enough in this area.

What's more, there were only two people left to deal with her, and one of them was like a waste in front of her. After killing them, she has plenty of time to go to the mine support committee.

I hope the committee will not be so cruel, and at least leave a few alive for her to play with.

While chanting a spell, controlling Z's body, she swung her sword at Yeats. The poet took her sword unhurriedly, and at the same time called the surrounding energy to condense into a storm of ice crystals.

The poet didn't know this secret technique when we met last time, otherwise the flame in the theater could be extinguished. thought Mrs Boyle. It looks like they've learned a lot about how to deal with her. Probably learned it from the mysterious philosophy book of the trading house!

Just a few days is enough for them to learn this. If more time is given, how will their strength improve by leaps and bounds?

What if she Boyle got those arcane philosophical books?

The trading house master is here. It's just a brat, as long as he is forced to hand over the keys of the trading house, all those treasures will belong to her!

Mrs. Boyle summoned energy and released it suddenly, trying to block the ice storm.

However, the moment those energies touched the ice crystals, the ice crystals suddenly exploded, and an ice mist surrounded her, blocking her vision.

A large amount of ice **** suddenly shot out from the ice fog. She hastily opened her shield. But there were still a few pieces of ice that grazed her body. The ice mine was as sharp as a flying knife, leaving several bloodstains on her. She bit her lip tightly, and immediately drove the surrounding air, dispelling the ice mist.

A ray of silver light pierced through the mist and struck straight at her face!

She was taken aback, and immediately raised her sword to block. There was a "clang" sound, the blades intersected, and her wrist was numb from the shock.

Z descended from the sky, with silver hair flying and red eyes gleaming, like a ghost made of ice mist.

Mrs. Boyle activated the secret technique without thinking, trying to control the runes in the silver-haired man's body. It was a rune carved by her own hands, and she only listened to her orders. She only needs to change her mind, and she can easily turn this cold and stern man into an immobile waste!

However, no matter how much she chanted the spell, Z's offensive didn't weaken at all. On the contrary, one blow is faster than one blow, and one blow is more ruthless than one blow. The fierce sword wind intertwined into an impenetrable silver net, overwhelming her.

"This...it's impossible!" Mrs. Boyle panicked, "You are my creation—my work! How could you disobey my orders!"

Z swung her sword away, her blade-thin lips twisted into an angry smile.

"I am not someone's 'work'!" He growled, "I am a 'human'!"

"Sir! What happened? Why did we leave the villa? You say there is danger? What kind of danger is that?"

Martha stood by the lake, looking in panic at the group of strange people emerging from the package.

They ordered all the servants to leave the villa and take refuge by the lake. The servants were reluctant to obey this group of strangers at first, but when one of the men took out his pistol and fired two shots into the sky, everyone said with interest: "The adults are right!"

"Stay here, no one is allowed to enter unless someone from the villa comes out!" Xenophon said in a warning tone.

Without waiting for the servants to say goodbye, they walked away.

The lakeside villa is not far from the former site of Perilla Manor, and it takes about half an hour to walk. A group of people walked quickly along the country road. It seems that the sky is against them, the sky is covered with dark clouds, and the gaps in the clouds are illuminated by light from time to time. After a while, big raindrops fell down

"I want to take a carriage," said Xenophon gloomily.

"You're so delicate," reproached Miss Acheson, who was still walking like flying with the heavy typewriter in her arms.

As if responding to his call, a carriage really drove up ahead.

Xenophon's eyes lit up, and he quickly jumped to the middle of the road, waving his staff of civilization.

"Fellow! Stop! Give us a ride! Pay you!"

The carriage stopped. However, the fellow driver did not welcome Xenophon, but clutched the straw hat on his head, jumped out of the car quickly, and hid in the woods by the roadside without looking back.

Xenophon lowered his hands, and his smile gradually became grim.

The car door opened, and a well-polished leather shoe stepped out. Followed by another one. Then a well-dressed man jumped out of the carriage, kicked off the mud under his feet in disgust, raised his top hat, and cast contemptuous glances at them.

"Didn't that woman stop you?" Secretary Carter raised his head, as arrogant as ever, "Why didn't you see Superintendent Sinnia? Oh, could it be that you can only stay at home because of missing arms and legs, and send you some unknown people here?" To die?"

"Didn't the committee only send you as a small pawn? It seems that they are quite aware of your strength and know how to leave the general behind and send cannon fodder to the front line." Duan Feizhuo replied coldly with a cold gaze.

Carter choked, his pale face flushed purple with anger. "You'll regret having a mouth in no time," he said viciously.

Duan Feizhuo pulled out the sword in the stone, which screamed excitedly. "Is it finally possible to cut people?" In terms of human abuse, the sword in the stone is always at the vanguard.

Xenophon lazily raised his hand to stop him, never taking his eyes off Carter.

"Leave this guy to me." The night policeman with black hair and yellow eyes said, "Go and carry out the task assigned by the boss."

Duan Feizhuo really wanted to say "Let's go together", but time is precious, he must race against time, and he must not delay here. "Can you do it?" He squinted at Xenophon.

Xenophon: "Whom do you despise?"

Mr. N giggled: "It's okay, I'll stay too. You guys go!"

Duan Feizhuo didn't have much confidence in Xenophon's strength, but Mr. N could trust him. For some reason, the restaurateur always gave him a sense of security.

He didn't say anything, just patted Xenophon and Mr. N's shoulders hard.

Then he rushed past Carter with the remaining four people and jumped into the vacant carriage.

Carter's eyes widened: "Wait..."

But it was too late. Mr. R knew how to drive, so he took the reins, shouted "drive", and the horse spread its hooves obediently, and pulled the car away.

Carter cursed, and turned his head to stare at Xenophon and Mr. N.

Xenophon smiled, but there was no smile in his yellow eyes. "I said N," he said to the companion beside him, "I will return this guy's head later, and I will use it as a memorial to my family."

Mr. N moved his neck, and the cervical spine made a clicking sound. "I want his head too. Why is there only one head for everyone? It's too difficult."

Xenophon was surprised: "Hey, the committee killed my family, so I want his life. You even want to rob me of this?"

Mr. N squinted at him: "I also have important people killed!"

"Who! Never heard you mention it!"

"My former upstairs neighbor and landlord's brother!"

"…WTF?!"

Carter flew into a rage. These two guys actually made jokes in front of him, what did they take him for? !

He pulled a silver necklace from his collar and held the ruby ​​at the end of it. Warm energy poured out from the gem, filling his limbs and bones.

He held out his palm, and lightning flashed at his fingertips.

It is raining more and more