13 Mink Street

At this moment, Kissen, who was surrounded by light, was completely stunned.

This is no longer some secret frame-up behind your back, but putting you on a firewood called "frame-up" and roasting you crazily.

Simple, straightforward and extremely brutal at the same time.

At the other end of the communication array, Suss and Byrne didn't say anything after watching this scene, and silently closed their side of the array.

Bourne stretched slightly, and Davinsi, who was sitting on the sofa opposite, stood up and asked:

"Can I leave?"

"Of course, my friend."

Davinsi looked at Bourne and smiled: "This kind of ending is really unexpected."

"Did it surprise you?"

"Amazing? No. Instead, there is a kind of tearing."

"There's no way around it."

"That's not your style, Bourne. This cowhide is too rough."

"But I like this style very much. Cowhide is just a tool. Too much emphasis on smoothness has lost the meaning of a tool, because whether it is a work of art or a luxury product, it is not something we can play with."

"as long as you are happy."

"Before you go, I think I should remind you of one more thing."

"advice?"

"No, it's a warning. Davins, I can recognize the value of your existence, and I can even be willing to cooperate with you in some aspects, but things like this can't happen again."

"Wouldn't it be the same next time?"

"I will carry out a round of screening and cleaning, starting immediately after you leave."

"This is your job and your responsibility."

"You will regret one thing, Davinsi, you broke your agreement with Karen."

"oh?"

"He wanted to kill the Desert God Cult people not just to avenge Wolfulun. He hates betrayal."

"Haha." Davinsi smiled, "Then I can wait for his revenge."

"What was your agreement with him?"

"you do not know?"

"I said that he and I are on the same level. He is my subordinate, but not my subordinate. But I am curious about the specific agreement between you and him."

"You can ask him yourself."

Bourne waved his hand and said:

"When you choose to break an agreement, don't blame others for turning their agreement upside down in the future."

…

Suss silently picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in one gulp.

Then, he snapped his fingers.

Soon, the door was opened and several secretaries walked in.

"Here we go, the Desert God Cult is suspected of assassinating the former Chief Bishop Wofulun. All of them will be arrested. If they resist arrest, they will be killed directly."

"Yes, District Chief!"

"Yes, District Chief!"

Sus put the empty wine glass back on the coffee table. There was a crisp sound from the bottom of the glass. He continued:

"Funds are tight, and I am going to cut down the cost of prisons. We won't be able to lock up many people anymore."

Several secretaries looked at each other and immediately responded:

"District Chief, we understand."

With the departure of several secretaries, orders were issued at all levels. Soon, the Ankara Hotel began to implement full martial law. Teams of Whips of Order began to rush into the hotel building, and the defensive formations in the hotel began to be relocated and modified internally.

The originally solid doors were kicked open:

"In accordance with the Order Regulations..."

"In accordance with the Order Regulations..."

While reciting the opening words, he raised the butcher knife, blood spattered everywhere, but the screams were suppressed.

In short,

The hotel cleaning staff who will go to work tomorrow will have an extra heavy burden.

…

In the Palace of Venn, Vic breathed a sigh of relief and ordered: "Move immediately!"

The remnants of light began to quickly clean up the traces of the scene, and then divided into several teams to evacuate the palace. They had their own hiding places, which would never be searched by the whip of order, and would even be protected by the whip of order.

Vic himself carried Kisson and came to the side entrance of the palace, where he got on a carriage that had been parked there for a long time. The carriage started to drive to the Ankara Hotel.

In the carriage, Keithon, whose mind was blank until now, suddenly stared at Vic and said coldly: "It's really despicable."

Vic didn't take it seriously. Not only did he not refute, but he took out a nail clipper and began to trim his nails carefully.

Human beings have a habit of treating their own nails as a way to relieve stress;

Therefore, Vic is not as calm as he seems.

Kisson stretched out his hand, but he was injured, so he couldn't reach Vic, but he continued to say with a gloomy face: "You think you can defeat me with this kind of frame-up?"

Vic glanced at Kisson: "You haven't escaped my control yet, and you started talking crazy things."

"You didn't intend to kill me, you just used me as a rag to cover your mouth."

"Um."

"But you should know, Vic, that it is a taboo for other people to be contaminated by the remnants of light, and they will shed a layer of skin even if they die, but for my family, this is not a big deal. This level of frame-up is also It’s impossible to really shake my family.”

"The communication just now is imprinted in the memory crystal, and the district chief and chief will also become witnesses in this matter."

Hearing this, Kisson pursed his lips, but still retorted: "You don't naively think that you can defeat my family in this way, do you?"

Vic shook his head and replied: "It will be good to defeat you. This kind of frame-up will definitely not bring down your family, but it will make you stink. The position of the next generation successor of your family should be It won’t work.”

"you……"

"Things are already like this, the order has been issued, and the hotel should have already started taking action. In any case, the negotiation and cooperation between you and the Desert God Cult promoted by you has been declared bankrupt.

Now, there are only two roads in front of you. One road, you accept it as your own conscience, become a defender of order, and avenge the former chief of our region. Although this will cause your faction to suffer from this incident. The resources you invested were wasted, but you at least gained some good reputation and influence, so it’s not a total loss;

The second way is to make a total loss while everyone breaks up together. I don’t know if we can handle it, but at least we can guarantee that you will be stinked and your future will be ruined.

Do you know why I am standing next to you and in the mirror with you?

I'm not doing well now. You should know very well how the teaching staff treated me after my teacher disappeared. You didn't even bother to call me out to see me when you came to York City.

However, if something happens to me, especially if it involves such a sensitive matter, my upper limit will be very high.

For example, we don’t have to report you, I will surrender;

I will take the initiative to admit my unclear relationship with Guangming, and then confess to you as my accomplice.

It's very sad. My identity really has a negative effect, but if I use it cleverly, it's pretty good, haha. "

"Vic, I think you are really crazy!"

"Ah, yes, I think so too, huh..." Vic blew on his nails, "But I'm not crazy because of this, I'm driven crazy by my curiosity."

He joined this team later, but despite the short time, he clearly noticed that Philomena, Murry and Ventura were a small group that was different from others, and the progress of this small group in strength, Much faster than others and the layering effect is very noticeable.

And the words that Mr. Alfred would mutter in his ears from time to time were really like the whispers of the devil.

But he was just curious and wanted to see what it was!

That layer of secrets was only a barrier away from him. He had to do something to break it, and this time, it was his own test.

You should have passed the test, right?

Kissen suddenly said quietly: "Then have you ever thought about it, even if this matter can be fooled for the time being, but when the wind calms down..."

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"Heh." Kisson looked at Vic, "You will suffer revenge, from me or my family. I will not hide this from you."

Vic nodded.

After learning about the plan, he once said to Mr. Alfred: Doing so may seem to solve the most difficult problem on the surface, but it will plant deep hidden dangers in the future.

But after hearing his suggestion, Mr. Alfred just waved his hands indifferently and replied:

"We don't have to consider things that are more than two years old."

Immediately, Mr. Alfred added:

"Oh, it's not even two years, just a few months missing."

Vic was curious, why was this time point set?

What he doesn't know is that that's when his teacher Rasma will condense the fragments of the godhead and the stalemate balance of Mink Street will be broken.

…

"Are you still going on vacation?" Karen asked.

"No, come back to work." Neo shrugged, "I just finished my work."

"So fast?"

"I have always been very efficient in doing things, but unlike you, the matter of finding a copper coin can be delayed for so long."

"There's always something going on."

"Okay, is there anything else to do next?"

"Let's wait until this matter is over. We still need to spend some time doing the work in the region."

"Indeed, the influence gained from the attack must be grasped."

"Then, please accompany me to get the copper coins."

"Why are you calling me to come with you? If you don't need to call me for the unowned artifact copper coin, I will beg you to take me to find it together. Maybe we can try our luck in case an artifact comes to claim its owner.

But for this Copper Lux Coin... She will only run up to you excitedly and call you Brother Karen, but there is no way she could pull my sleeve and call me Grandpa Neo. "

"hehe."

"But what surprises me is that the strength level of your people has improved so quickly. Philomena, Ventura and Murry, they seem to have been following your pace actively or passively. Others, Obviously a little behind.

So, does this count as your influence?

As long as you follow our Master Karen closely, you will definitely be blessed, haha. "

"It seems they are not the ones who follow the rhythm most closely."

"What do you mean?"

"You know it yourself."

"You are so shameless. Do you know how much hard work I have put in for today? How can you have the nerve to take all the credit on yourself?"

"You started it."

"Well, after your cat got that skeleton puppet, he became so powerful, especially when it came to using spells. I was shocked. He is a real master."

"Kevin is there to assist, and... it's very popular."

Fill it with magic crystals one by one. If you are more cold-blooded, you can pay the pensions of many people after one fight.

"I remember it was waiting for surgery, Kevin said to me."

"Well, when I get the copper coins back, I will go to the research institute to prepare for this operation. The operation plan has already been prepared."

"Why have you been putting off doing it?"

"Firstly, I wanted to be wary of your Mr. Kevin at that time; secondly, my status was not enough at that time and I could only rely on personal connections. Now, the medical conditions will be much better."

"It sounds like you're going to get a sterilization."

Karen glanced at Neo.

Neo raised his hand and continued: "But it's the opposite of sterilization, but I'm curious. If you're used to treating a cat, wouldn't you be used to it when it can turn into a human? Even if it's only for a short time. Become human.”

"Won't."

"Oh, that's right. It's enough time to become a human temporarily."

Karen frowned slightly when he heard this.

Neo reached out and hooked Karen's shoulder: "Don't worry, don't feel any psychological pressure. I'm just several generations behind your fiancée. It's a strange mental stimulation, isn't it?"

"I heard that the lifespan of bloodthirsty monsters is much longer than that of ordinary people, and their youthful appearance can be maintained for a long time."

"Yes of course."

"Miss Eliza's mother should look very similar to Miss Eliza, right? She should be very young now."

"Oh, you are such a cute little beast."

"You were the first to be a beast."

…

Holy See and Office Hall.

Since the new high priest took office, this place has been full of people coming and going. In terms of work, the high priest is a workaholic beyond normal people's imagination.

But in recent days, the main hall has become unusually quiet, and the work that should have been reported here has been streamlined and transferred to the desks of the three cardinals.

The great priest of the Cult of Kosmos, in the name of the appearance of the "oracle", must retreat to comprehend the "oracle".

It stands to reason that this sudden retreat and suspension of work can easily arouse suspicion from the outside world, and other people have not noticed any signs of the arrival of an "oracle";

But the fact is that everyone thinks it is normal. On the one hand, although the high priest is no longer young, it has nothing to do with the old age; on the other hand, the "oracle" that the high priest has understood is probably the one specifically pointed out to himself.

Because of his identity, he is special.

Especially people who stand at the pinnacle of power tend to habitually take everything to a higher level. The high priest has just completed the struggle against many factions in the church, forming a self-centered suppression. Even the temple has to be under his command. Avoid the edge during this period.

Understanding the "oracle" at this time is like a secular king starting to add religious sanctity to himself after completing the reshuffle of power.

Therefore, in the eyes of many high-level officials of the order, faction leaders and temples, the high priest was further declaring his identity as the "Heir of Tiranus".

But the actual reason is... there is something really wrong with the high priest's body.

Only the true core team of the high priest can sense it, but they will all cling to this sense invariably.

…

In the dark tide below the office hall, a huge turtle slowly emerged. It was the descendant of the founding beast of the God of Order, Basai.

On its head lies a person, who is none other than the great priest Norton, who is believed to be in retreat to comprehend the oracle.

Norton slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

"You are really too extreme." Basel said, "Your choice also shocked me."

Norton said: "If you were given a choice, would you accept the memories from previous generations of your ancestors?"

"I had no choice."

"But I do."

"Actually, you also..."

"You want to say that I am just struggling in vain."

"I can not."

"But who is not struggling? For normal people, the time of death can be roughly calculated from the day they are born. In fact, the occurrence of various accidents will advance the time of death, but will they not live anymore? , can’t you pursue your life to be more meaningful and fulfilling?”

"I can feel that you are much more relaxed after what you've been through."

"Why?"

"In the past, you would not have said so many words to me. Instead, you would have whipped me with a whip, just like how Lord Tiranus whipped my ancestors."

"Is it?"

"Yes, my memory is not wrong."

"It's time for me to leave."

Norton stood up.

"What should I do with your legacy?"

"Seal it up."

"Yes, I will obey your decree."

Basset opened its huge mouth, and soon, corpses flowed out of its mouth. These were all "Nortons".

High Priest Norton looked at "himself" floating out below with calm eyes. These were all "killed" by him these days.

Immediately, Norton's figure disappeared, left here, and returned to the top.

Basel slowly sank, and its helpless voice echoed around:

"It turns out that you had planned this all along, to use me as your... morgue."

…

The office temple resumed operation due to the end of the high priest's retreat.

It seems as if the various affairs within the cult have finally been cleared of the blocked canal and are now being reunited here.

Not only the current official affairs, but also the important affairs of the past period will be summarized again.

After seeing a document, the high priest's eyes narrowed slightly.

The next moment, another him appeared in a separate office. He stood here, looking at "himself" who was still quickly handling official business in the center of the office hall. He couldn't help but close his eyes and let out a sigh.

"Alas...is there a second me so soon?"

Any method of restraint can only have a blocking effect and cannot fundamentally solve it.

Soon, all other emotions in Norton's eyes disappeared. He looked at the two documents in hand with a very calm look. One was the investigation report on the assassination of former Chief Bishop Wolfulun, and the other was the Desert God. Teach vassal plan.

A smile appeared on the corner of Norton's mouth, but this smile did not make people feel the slightest warmth:

"Isn't this a beast?"