Mystery: Shadow of Order - Chapter 200

Outside the Intis embassy, ​​two figures were outlined, a man and a woman.

The men wore tan jackets and caps, and the women wore plain blue dresses. The eyes of the two people watched as a certain figure disappeared dozens of meters outside the embassy after the fire was ignited.

Rawls knew that it was the ability of “Magician”, “Flame Jump”, with the strength of Rosago Sequence 5 “Marionette Master”, he could even move freely with the help of flames within a range of one or two hundred meters.

“Do you need to go in?”

Alysia’s tone was not fluctuating, as if the Intis embassy was like her own home in her eyes.

“Can you?” If you can go in, maybe you will be able to hear the conversation between Rosago and Beckerang, and know what happened.

“No.” Alysia’s tone didn’t change.

“Uh…” Rawls almost suffocated Alysia’s words, no, no, why are you asking! You are not a “provocateur”!

“It’s okay without you.” Alysia glanced at Rawls.

Rawls sighed, this is definitely revenge for what he didn’t respond to just now. He stretched out his hand and made a “please” gesture, with a smile on his face:

“Then trouble you.”

Alysia nodded, left a sentence and disappeared.

“You get out of here first.”

Rawls pursed his lips, looked at the brightly lit embassy in the distance, and walked towards the dock area.

…

Backlund Bridge District, Iron Gate Street, Brave Bar.

The half-hundred-year-old man in a linen shirt with a lees nose pushed open the door of the bar and limped in. It’s already ten o’clock in the evening, and even in the bar, there are not many customers in it, and the only ones left are some drunks.

Holding a dark brown paper bag with four pieces of rye bread, the rosacea-nosed old man avoided the vomit and the drunks, walked into the pool room inside the bar, and pushed open the door of pool room No. 3.

With a “squeak”, the door was opened, and a boy’s voice sounded:

“Is it Caspers?”

“It’s me, old man.” Caspars Cunlinin, the old man with rosacea, replied angrily, and walked into the No. 3 pool room.

Caspars put the paper bag with the rye bread in his hand on the pool table, and a large, turned-up scar on his face leaked out, stretching from the corner of his right eye to the right side of his mouth, if not for that almost completely. With a red-stained lees nose, he is definitely the guy who can be a child’s nightmare.

In the corner of the billiards room, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in an outdated coat and a dome hat came over. He had a pair of extremely rare red eyes, but there was an irresistible tiredness in his eyes, and his expression was also a little bit dark. Sallow, the whole person does not have any vitality.

Caspars looked at the tired look of the boy and sighed:

“Ian, you should have a good rest, otherwise your body won’t be able to take it.”

The red-eyed boy Ian yawned, walked to the pool table, took out a loaf of rye bread, took a big bite, the muscles on both sides of his mouth squirmed wildly, and said vaguely:

“It’s okay, I’m used to it, get me a beer.”

Caspars shook his head, did not speak, and limped out of the billiards room. When he came back with a glass of wine, Ian was almost finished with the second loaf of bread, his mouth was full, and his hands were sliding up and down his throat, trying to make the food go down quickly.

Seeing Caspars coming over with a wine glass, he grabbed the wine glass and drank most of it in one gulp, spit out an exclamation “ah” in satisfaction.

“You slow down, and no one is robbing you.” Caspers looked at Ian’s frantic eating with some distress. Even if he had baked these rye bread at home, it would always hurt his body.

Caspars is a typical “Lord of the Storm” believer. When he was young, he made money by ruthlessness, but he always spent it on indulgence and enjoyment. He didn’t set up a family, so he always had a feeling for Ian when he looked at his children. .

In five or six minutes, two pounds of rye bread and a glass of rye beer all entered Ian’s stomach. He wiped his mouth with the cuff of his coat contentedly, sat on the pool table with both hands, and touched his stomach:

“It’s a little bit worse.”

Caspars rolled his eyes and said angrily:

“If you weren’t young, you would have been eaten long ago.” He deliberately only took these, for fear that Ian would have an accident because he suddenly ate too much.

Ian took off his hat, scratched his hair, smiled at Caspers, and lay directly on the pool table. This is his bed tonight.

Seeing Ian getting ready to sleep, Caspars frowned, limped to the side near Ian’s head, and asked worriedly:

“What the **** happened to you? What happened to that guy Zeriel?”

Ian turned over and looked at Caspers with a serious face:

“I don’t need you to worry about it. I’ll do it myself. I’ll leave here tomorrow morning. If someone asks you about my whereabouts, just say you don’t know.”

“I see.” Seeing that Ian refused to say anything, Caspars, who knew his stubbornness, didn’t ask any more questions, and limped out of the pool room No. 3.

Beside the boxing ring in the bar, Caspars sighed and walked inside the bar.

In the pool room No. 3, Ian lay on the pool table with his hands behind his head, his eyes on the roof, thinking about the question asked by Caspers, and he also wanted to know what happened.

Ian’s father died when he was very young, and he has no other impressions except remembering that his father had the same red eyes as him. After that, he was taken in by Detective Zeriel and told him to collect intelligence skills and use his child’s identity to collect intelligence.

He is very talented and has gained a lot of useful information. Although sometimes suspected, the identity of the child will always receive a little sympathy and pity. Ian would also worry about his life without the advantages of being a child, but he is still so grown up. Until some time ago, after collecting information as usual, I was going to report to Detective Zeriel, but after walking into Rose Long Street, Ian had a bad premonition. Instead of going to Zeriel’s house, Ian Just leave.

His hunch told him that as long as he stepped into the vicinity of Detective Zeriel’s house, he would encounter terrible danger, so Ian hid directly, even if he saw the children who were also under Zeril’s subordinates, he did not go up to inquire, even Went straight to Pritz Harbor last week.

But the people there were savage and vicious, and Ian wondered if there was something wrong with his hunch, but when he returned to Backlund and hadn’t stepped into Rose Long Street, his hunch once again warned him. Without any hesitation, he ran directly to Caspers.

There must be something wrong with Detective Zeriel, but those children are still, even collecting intelligence normally, what’s going on?

Why am I 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 recalling the intelligence and some clues he had collected recently, they were not particularly important.

Why don’t you get a private detective to find out what’s going on?

Ian made a small fortune in Pritz Harbor, and was almost killed because of the money, so he hurried back to Backlund.

With thoughts, Ian fell asleep on the pool table.

…

What’s wrong, would I be talking **** with you here if I knew? Rosago wanted to say this very much, but now things are developing more and more unfavorably for them. Just like what Emperor Roselle said, he and Beckerang are bugs in the same line, and no one can run away.

Beckland got up and loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and paced back and forth around Rosago, while Rosago just lowered his eyebrows slightly and did not touch Beckland’s line of sight.

“The first possibility is that there is something wrong with your divination. That guy named Ian has nothing to do with Hermothein’s manuscript. After all, you lack a lot of things when you divination, don’t you?”

At this time, Beckland stood behind Rosago, and Rosago subconsciously wanted to refute Beckland. Although the divination lacked some conditions, the divination was successful in the end, and after several divinations, the result did not change. In this case, even if someone interferes with the divination, it is impossible to tamper with the divination results.

But Beckland didn’t give Rosago a chance to justify at all, and directly proposed the second possibility:

“Second, he knew the clues to Hermothein’s manuscript, and even got the manuscript, but he found something wrong and thought that ‘Zerel’ was unreliable, so he chose to observe it secretly, or kept it privately and prepared to sell it at a high price. Out. Didn’t Zeriel also say that Ian was the smartest of the bunch?”

As a “conspirator”, Beckerang’s IQ is higher than most Beyonders, but unlike last time, he didn’t smell “conspiracy” in it. Therefore, he can only infer that there must be a problem in some link in the middle.

“No matter what the possibility is, we must find Ian!”

But how can it be so easy, this is Loen, not Intis, the bright power of the embassy must not be used, and MI9 people are still secretly monitoring this place.

And the power that Beckland cultivated secretly, the Zimange Party was torn apart because of the death of the “executor” Meursault. Originally wanted to slowly reunite the remaining power, but the previous incident temporarily stopped the process of reuniting.

“Introduce Feysac’s power, notify Shadow, and let his men secretly track down Ian’s whereabouts.” Shadow is the spy he placed inside Feysac, and he has some power in his hands that can be mobilized.

“I see.” Rosago replied in a low voice.

“I’ll arrange this matter, you continue to play…”

Beckland shook his head, but before he could finish speaking, a bracelet on his wrist suddenly flashed with star-like brilliance, and he immediately looked towards a room on the first floor.

The steam roar of “Boom” sounded, and a figure rushed over from a certain room on the first floor, smashing the closed office door of Beckland into pieces.

With the ability of “The Clown” and “Intuitive Premonition”, Rosago avoided the flying door panels with an exaggerated movement, and Beckland also lifted up his desk and blocked several door panels.

When Rosago stopped moving and quickly changed to another face, Beckland also stood up from behind the desk and found that there was suddenly one more person in the office.

It was an old man in a white priest’s robe and a soft clergy hat. That was the head of the Backlund Diocese of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, a former council member of the gods, Archbishop Horamick Haydn.

The archbishop with a kind and gentle face was still breathing air from the black sinking orifice that shone with metal light behind him. His left hand was folded down at the wrist, but no bones broke through the skin, and there were blood and flesh.

Inside his left wrist was inlaid a dark and heavy metal tube, which was a small-caliber mysterious artillery.

Horamick Haydn’s body and neck didn’t move, and his right eye, shining like a star, twirled wildly in his eye socket. Beckland, who was watching, only felt that his whole body was seen through, and his legs were uncontrollably. trembling.

An old man wearing a classical black robe and a soft hat with white beard and sparse eyebrows walked in, looked at the unfamiliar “Rosago” and the somewhat terrified Bakerland, and said to Archbishop Horamick:

“Holamick, did that person run away again?”

Horamick’s right eye, which was shining with stars, stopped spinning, and the black sink pipe spouting air behind his back also retracted into the inside of his body, and his left wrist returned to its position. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

The Sequence 4 “Alchemist”, the demigod-level powerhouse shook his head and sighed:

“Let her run away.”

Horamick’s right eye has locked on the person who infiltrated the embassy. In theory, even if she travels through the spiritual world, it is difficult to escape the lock. When creating his right eye, in order to avoid the problem that the “alchemist” could not travel through the spiritual world, he added the ability to interfere with the teleportation through astrology, but he still let the man run away.

“Her?” Three questions rang out at the same time.

“Holamick?” As a friend of the archbishop, this question can only be asked by “Craftsman” Bergman.

“Yes, and she is a ‘law mage’, with at least two Sealed Artifacts on her body, and her personality is not low.” Horamick turned his head and said to Bergman.

Knowing that they couldn’t speak, Beckland and Rosago winked and left the two alone and left the office.

Since the last time someone broke in, “Craftsman” Bergman, because of Beckland’s request, asked Horamick to rebuild the embassy’s protective ritual, and added special detection “spiritual shuttle”, “teleportation”. Ritual magic.

Under Beckland’s proposal, an astral teleportation magic circle was even added, allowing the Archbishop of Horamick to directly enter the embassy by teleportation.

After a while, “Craftsman” Bergman came out, and there was no trace of Horamik Haydn in the office.

Seeing the expectant expressions of Beckland and Rosago, Bergman nodded and said:

“Horamick promised not to disclose the situation to Loen and the other two churches, but this is the last time, and we need to make excuses for the same movement this time.”

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