A blood-red spot slowly emerged from the air, and then formed an illusory map in mid-air. There was also a scarlet mark on this map, which was the city of Cologne of the St. John Empire, a barren city. At this time, a roar came from a building at dawn: "Damn John Randall has been missing for several years with a good luck hat. This time I finally tracked his location." Randomly quickened his pace and planned to report to the bishop.
Quickly walking to a room, he nervously knocked on the door in front of him.
"Come in," a hoarse and deep voice responded from the room.
After receiving a response from the room, he took a deep breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then pushed the door open and entered, bowing his head and saluting the man in front of him respectfully: "Your Excellency the Bishop."
Bishop Dawn, who was reading a book in his hand, looked up at him from a high-backed chair and said, "Lucius, what's going on? The expression on your face doesn't seem like a good thing."
The young man named Lucius was worried that he would offend the capricious bishop in front of him, so he carefully replied: "Your Excellency, this is the case, I just discovered a very important thing, and I have tracked it down." to the whereabouts of the traitor John Randall, in a small city called Cologne in the Empire of St. John."
"Colon"? Lucius' words made Bishop Dawn frown. He closed the book in his hand and stared at Lucius calmly with his red eyes.
Feeling that the bishop in front of him seemed to be in a bad mood, and the strong sense of oppression emanating from his body made Lucius swallow his saliva and did not dare to raise his head and continue to say: "Yes, Your Excellency, what should I do?"
Bishop Dawn pondered for a moment and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't think John Randall would be stupid enough to take the initiative to use a good luck hat with a bloody message attached, unless", Bishop Dawn paused here, The fingers of his right hand tapped on the long black table in front of him. Each tap seemed to hit the nervous Lucius' heart, and even his breathing became a little faster.
After a brief silence, Bishop Dawn continued: "Lucius, you should understand the importance of the good luck hat to us, even though you were once a disciple of John Randall."
When Lucius heard this, he immediately fell to his knees and said loudly: "Your Excellency, I know what I should do, don't worry!".
Well, Bishop Dawn's face still had the kind of expression that made it difficult to see what was going on in his heart. He waved his hand to signal Lucius to exit.
After Lucius left, Bishop Dawn's eyes narrowed, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face and he murmured: "Good luck and politeness? Hahaha...".
"Thacker".
After Bishop Ming Ming read the name, a black shadow gradually condensed in the shadow in the corner of the wall, and then an old man in black robe walked out of it. He bowed respectfully to Bishop Ming Ming and then continued: "Your Excellency, Bishop ".
Bishop Li Ming slowly sat upright, and in a hoarse voice he ordered the old man in front of him: "Go and find out the latest information about that city. Lucius, this idiot, will always mess things up, and we are still here." There are not many eyes left on the continent."
The black-robed old man Thackeray respectfully agreed and stepped aside, disappearing into the shadows in the corner.
Bishop Liming slowly stood up and walked to a large floor-to-ceiling window, looking in the direction of St. John's Empire. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "John, my dear brother, you have really made me look for you for a long time." If you understand Seeing his smile at this time, his people would definitely guess that another person would die tragically.
"Well, what does it smell like? It smells so good." A special smell made Clence, who was still asleep, opened his eyes in a daze. A faint light shone through the curtains into the room. He raised his hand with some difficulty. Covering his eyes, he still felt slight pain in his body and abdomen, which convinced him that he seemed to be still alive and did not die in the same place yesterday, but he did not know where he was.
He slowly propped up his body with his arms and took a look at his brand-new clothes. They were made of crude linen and were liked by many people because they were cheap and strong enough. However, his clothes were There is a crooked clock pattern on the piece.
Cran suddenly felt that this pattern was ugly, and any of his random drawings might be prettier than this one, but now was not the time to dwell on this pattern. He stood up holding his belly and looked around the environment in the room. This was something similar to There was a pungent smell in the air in a warehouse-like place, which reminded Krens of John Randall's cabin. He couldn't help shouting: "Damn it, I won't do it again." I am not Tang Monk Meat."
Krens, who had already had that kind of experience once, was thinking about all the things that might happen next. He couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body. He suddenly lost any hope in his heart, and then he was uglier than crying. With an expression on his face, he sighed, accepted his fate as Tang Monk Rou, and then prepared to walk out of the room.
When he was about to open the door, Krens saw something familiar yet unfamiliar hanging on the coat rack on the wall. A good-luck hat? , after all, there were too many similarities between the black bowler hats, which made him not sure whether it was his own good-luck bowler hat. He thought with some doubts in his heart, "If the person who saved him recognized the good luck hat, It's impossible to give the hat back to me so easily, and it's not guaranteed that the other party will take a wrong look at it."
After a little hesitation, Kerens decided to take it out of the room. If what he thought was right, he wouldn't lose anything by betting. Anyway, if he opened the door, he might be used as a sacrifice again.
He reached out and took off the top hat on the coat rack. The feeling was no different from an ordinary hat. For a moment, Krensfei wondered if it was the good-luck top hat. He gritted his teeth and was about to open the door. At that moment, the door handle moved first. When Krence was caught off guard, the door opened. Krence, who was suddenly frightened, took a step back and looked at the door with a vigilant face. The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses stood outside.
Hayden was a little surprised that Kerens woke up so quickly. He thought he would sleep until noon. After all, the little guy's injury was quite serious. If he couldn't be saved, it would make him feel quite distressed. , seeing that the other party had woken up and was still so energetic, Hayden smiled and said to Krens: "I think what you need most now is a piece of food. We can talk about other issues later." , then turned around and motioned for Kerens to follow him.
Food, when it comes to food, Karens immediately thinks of the bowl of red cabbage soup from Old John. It makes him become like a wooden man and cannot control his body, so that this strange middle-aged man is embarrassed when he talks about food. Feeling that he was in danger, Kerens, who was full of vigilance, watched the other party's movements closely, and his heart was filled with suspicion and stubbornness. He did not intend to listen to the other party's opinions, but sniffing the bursts of fragrance in the air made Kerens endure it. He couldn't help but swallow a few times, and his inner will to refuse the other person's food was gradually disintegrating.
Gu Gu Gu Gu....
The sound of hunger from his stomach seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing Kerens to take a few steps forward with firm steps, and then poked his head out to see the food prepared by the other party. At this time, Kerens Lens comforted himself in his heart, "Can't eat, can't eat." He just planned to see if the other party's next move would pose a threat to him.
Hayden came out of the kitchen with a plate of sliced brown bread and some butter in one hand, and red soup in the other hand. He seemed to notice Clence's peeping eyes at the door, and looked at He smiled, which meant that the other party could come over.
The food in the middle-aged man's hand successfully destroyed Kerens's persistence. He touched his belly that had been protesting for a long time. Kerens thought to himself, "Even if he does something to the other party, he must be a full man." , holding the black top hat in his hand, he walked out of this warehouse-like room.
Click click click....
Suddenly, there was a very dense sound of pointers walking in his ears, lingering in Kerens' ears. This sound made him feel a little familiar and a little strange. He seemed to have heard it somewhere. Karen frowned. Si Zai carefully recalled the sound of the pointer in his ear, "By the way, it was a dream, the voice in the original Clance's dream." This made him have a guess in his mind, but was this a bit too coincidental? That was just It was a dream I had, but the sound of such dense movement of hands could not be heard elsewhere.
Noticing the dumbfounded Krens standing aside, Hayden reminded him jokingly: "Are you waiting for the food to fly into your mouth?".
Being reminded, Kerens suddenly came back to his senses, smiled awkwardly, and then bowed slightly to apologize to the middle-aged man.