Gu Man took out a pen and paper. In this era, letters in the form of paper media were already a very ancient means of communication. But you can't deny that sometimes it's safer than email. Even if it's encrypted mail, some people can always intercept and decipher it. As far as Guman knew, there were at least three or four intelligence agencies in Babylon that could easily do this. They monitored the electronic information of Babylon day and night and sifted through it for what they needed.
Guman didn't want his letter to appear on those people's brain screens. He spread out the paper and was about to write the first word. Suddenly, a scream came from outside. It sounded like his wife, Martha! Guman frowned and was about to stand up when he suddenly felt that he couldn't move. He was extremely surprised. Then he saw his hand raised and began to write a few words on the paper: suicide note!
His pupils dilated, his heart beat faster, and his ears could almost hear the sound of blood rushing through his body. He wanted to scream. Heavens, this is not what I want to write! What the hell is going on?
The shadow cast by Guman on the ground occasionally flashed across a line of light, looking like an electronic circuit.
Martha sat down on the ground and looked at the corpse that had slipped from the closet to the ground. The corpse was stripped naked, but there was no doubt that it was the maid, Willie! Martha couldn't imagine what had happened in her family. Wei used her hand to grab her throat, and it looked like she was strangling herself to death. But God, how could there be such a terrifying way to die in this world?
"Guman!" Martha shouted her husband's name and retreated to the door. She reached out to open the door, but the door didn't budge. She patted it hard and shouted, "Who is it? Open the door. "
Outside the door, the young maid who handed Guman a bathrobe took out a candy from somewhere and threw it into her mouth to chew. As she chewed, the millet girl whispered, "For your own good, madam, stay in the room obediently."
Ignoring the cries coming from the room, the maid walked back to Guman's study and said, "It should be about time."
She pulled up her sleeve. On the girl's left arm, a dark purple engraving was emitting the fluorescence of Origin Energy. This was a demon pattern with its fangs and claws. However, the demon did not have any patterns. Its body and other parts were all dark shadows. Only its two eyes shone with scarlet light. Shadow Demon was the name of the carving. Just like its name stated, its ability was to control shadows.
Pushing open the study, Gu Man was writing at a fast speed. But his situation was so strange that the procureur raised his head, and looked in horror at the young servant. But his hands never stopped. In the blink of an eye, a full page of his will had been written. At this moment, Gu Man finally saw the carvings on the girl's arm that were emitting purple fluorescence. He immediately realized and shouted, "It's you? Did you make me do this? I order you to stop immediately! "
"I'm sorry, but you're not my superior." The girl chewed on the candy and snapped her fingers.
Guman saw himself putting down his pen and reaching into the drawer. Opening the drawer, he watched himself pull out a revolver/gun from the drawer and press the muzzle to his chin.
"No, no, no, I don't want to die. I'll give you as much money as you want, please stop! Stop! "
The maid shrugged, made a helpless expression, and left the study room. Not long after she walked out of the study, a gunshot rang out in Gu Man's study!
Boom.
The engine of the transport airship spat out blue flames, and its hull trembled slightly as it began to float into the air. Allen also returned to reality from his thoughts because of this shock. He spent the night in the attic of Father Miro's chapel last night, and Miro swore that it was where his father used to live. But in that attic, Ellen couldn't find the slightest feeling.
Except that it was narrow enough to remind him of the room in the tin house in Gobi Town.
Allen had thought that through Father Miro, he would be able to figure out what kind of person his father, Archimedes, was. Now, the problem had become even more complicated. If, as the priest had said, his father had left his mother and son to protect them. Then how would Lanny's last words be completed? Could he still harden his heart and send the dagger into that man's chest?
However, Allen was not sure if that man was really what Father Miro had said.
Probably only by finding Archimedes … No, perhaps even if he met him, he wouldn't be able to figure it out.
Allen shook his head helplessly. The matter regarding his father was far more complicated than anything he had encountered before. No matter what, he had to find Archimedes. He wanted to hear the man tell him why he had left his mother behind.
After more than five hours of sailing, the airship finally arrived at Babylon's Statue of Liberty Port at around three in the afternoon. Housekeeper Helsing received the news early in the morning and had already sent a flying car to wait for him at the port. The flying car directly sent Allen back to Castle Ugarte. As soon as he got off the flying car, Allen saw Housekeeper Helsing. He asked the butler how to handle the formalities for Father Miro's move to Babylon, and Helsing walked with him and said, "Young Master, these are all small matters. I'll have someone take care of it for you. Now you have two important things to deal with. "
"What's the big deal?" Allen looked at Helsing in confusion.
"First, after Marshal Windsor Bellow returned the day before yesterday, she had already sent a message through the media that you had passed the final examination and become her only personal student. Second, the Clan Council of Elders has officially accepted you into the Clan Successor Sequence through Master's proposal." The old butler smiled warmly and said, "I have to congratulate Young Master. You have officially entered the family and the inner circle of Babylon. Of course, this is only the beginning. But before you move on, Master intends to hold a banquet for you in three days. "
"You still want to hold a banquet?" Allen felt that this action was a bit big, especially since this banquet was held for him.
"This is very necessary. Whether you are one of the successors to Bescot or a student of Marshal Windsor Bellow, you need an opportunity to publicly announce it. Also, Master will take this opportunity to introduce more people to you. In short, the time for the banquet has been set. As the protagonist of the banquet, Master wants you to attend the banquet with the most perfect image. " Helsing smiled and said, "So for the next three days, please don't go anywhere. Just stay in the castle. I will arrange for a few masters to design your packaging. Oh, there's an acquaintance of yours. "
"Who?"
"Second Lieutenant Tonislaw, he is the military's image consultant. He can be called a master in this regard." Helsing said.
Allen shivered.
Returning to his residence, he turned on the television and happened to be playing a piece of news. The protagonist of the news was Allen himself, but Windsor Bellow announced the results of the final exam to the public. Apart from Allen, there were others who were also watching the news. This included Weber.
Weber shut himself in his room.
The door was closed and the curtains were drawn. He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of trousers, and was sitting by the bed watching the news on TV. Windsor Bellow's beautiful figure flashed through the news. Weber suddenly gasped for breath and grabbed a pillow from the bed angrily. Then, he tore it open forcefully, causing the fluff in the pillow to fly all over the ground.
"Windsor Bellow!" Weber repeated this name. It was all because of this woman that he, who had a bright future ahead of him, was now sliding down the ranks of the family's heirs. The clan had high hopes for him and allocated a large amount of resources to him. This made Weber think that he was about to come into contact with the core of the clan's power.
If it weren't for the fact that the exam had been messed up, he would have been busy entertaining people from all over to congratulate him at this moment. Naturally, it was a different situation now. He had disappointed the clan. The most direct consequence of the clan's investment in him was that it would be difficult for him to be reused in the future.
After all, Weber was not the most outstanding person in a large clan.
There was a soft sound on the bed, and a purple woman crawled out of the blanket. She struggled to get out of bed. Today, Weber's conquest of her was too intense, and she couldn't stand it. Weber turned around, his eyes red, and he threw himself back on the bed with a low roar.
If it was any other time, the woman might have been happy. But now, Weber's appearance made her afraid. She wanted to escape from the bed, but Weber had already caught her, and a new battle began. Hearing the woman crying and begging for mercy under him, Weber's anger was vented a little. If one looked closely, this woman was slightly similar to Windsor Bellow.
Windsor Bellow sneezed heavily on the sand of her apartment. She frowned, and her golden eyes flashed with killing intent. "Someone must have bad intentions towards me!"
"Miss, Red Wolf is online." The maid, Nono, reminded her.
"Oh." Windsor Bellow trimmed her nails and said casually, "You just said that a district's surface prosecutor committed suicide at home?"
"Yes, my lord."
"What does the death of a prosecutor have to do with me? Don't tell me you're disturbing me for such a small matter. My time is very precious! "Windsor Bellow reprimanded loudly.
Nuo Nuo lowered her head and thought to herself, You spend all your time drinking and cutting your nails. How is it precious?
In the communication channel, the intelligence officer who was reporting to Windsor Bellow said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, my lord. Because in the suicide note of the deceased, there was a mention of your assessment and the Holy Disarmament. I think I might know that it will be with you. Since that's the case, this subordinate won't disturb you anymore … "
Windsor Bellow jumped up and said, "Wait, what test are you talking about? And the Holy Disarmament, is it the armed bandits in the third district? "
"Yes, my lord, according to Inspector Guman himself. The Holy Disarmament Department is an illegal armed force that he has cultivated with all his might. Unexpectedly, you chose to test the students' abilities, causing them to be completely annihilated. Disheartened, he chose to commit suicide … "
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