Two months later, when the early winter snowflakes fell from the sky, the special envoy commissioner from afar finally stepped into the land of Danbo after passing through the customs of Kyoto.
Holding the sign of the Roman genealogy, the commissioner was able to go straight into the increasingly heavily guarded campus. He came to the office floor of the main building and saw the young man with a kind smile on his face.
"You want to see the teacher …"
Forest Hut turned the document in his hand over and over again, full of curiosity, "Roman?"
"Yes, that's right."
The commissioner behind the desk did not show any signs of uneasiness when faced with difficulties. He calmly replied, "I just have a notice to pass on. My identity can be guaranteed by the Mercury Agency under the Roman Hall of Chancery. You can verify it on the spot."
Forest Hut shook his head, "What's the matter? It's the same if you tell me. "
"Sorry, I have to see him in person."
The commissioner raised the box in his hand and showed the chains on his wrist and the box, "Including the things inside, they are all things that have to be handed over to him in person."
"… To be honest, I believe that you are not some random person in disguise." Forest Hut scratched his face and said straightforwardly, "But your organization's reputation is not very good. Do you understand what I mean?"
The commissioner nodded calmly, "So I can understand your cautiousness."
Simply put, although the Hall of Chancery was the center and core of the Roman genealogy and was very dignified, the suffix was different.
— Mercury Agency.
Named after the traveler of the twelve main Roman gods, it seemed to be a messenger department, but in fact, except for being responsible for the postal system, its other work was essentially different from ordinary courier agencies.
It was a secret service agency.
It was notorious.
Bribery, abduction, blackmail, assassination, and even terrorist attacks when necessary.
In the long struggle with the Hawkeye Bureau of the Russian Federation, it had done many things without a bottom line.
Letting such a person see Huai Shi.
To be honest, it was a little dirty to his eyes …
"Please rest assured." The commissioner promised, "I understand that Mr. Huai Shi's state is inconvenient to see guests, but due to the limitations of my duties, I have to come and disturb you.
I can guarantee that I will not do anything to harm Mr. Huai Shi's personal safety. "
As soon as he said that, the expression of the people in the hut in the forest suddenly became subtle.
It was as if he was looking at a fool.
He scrutinized the man in front of him. He looked at the calluses on his fingers that had been washed away by medicine, the lethal weapons hidden in his bones, his thin body that was full of explosive power, and the scars on his arms that were left behind from hundreds of battles.
He was indeed an expert. Even among Tier 3 experts, he was a formidable foe that caused others to tremble in fear.
However …
"… You?"
Little Hut in the Woods shook his head and smiled. "I'm not worried about that."
The commissioner frowned in confusion. He felt contempt, but he didn't care and didn't take it to heart. He just waited for his answer.
"This is …" The cabin in the woods wanted to address him, but after thinking for a long time, he realized that he had never said his name when he introduced himself.
"Marcus." The commissioner prompted.
"Well, Mr. Marcus, you have the certificate of the Hall of Discipline, and I have verified your identity. You come on behalf of Rome. Our Danbo Campus is not a place that doesn't know etiquette. We should warmly welcome you. The teacher will not be arrogant enough to refuse the emissary of the Hall of Discipline."
Little Hut in the Woods thought for a moment and explained seriously, "But the key is that he has been very busy recently. I don't know if he has time to take care of other things."
With that, Little Hut in the Woods got up, took off his coat from the hanger, picked up the car key, and waved to him. "You will understand when you see it. Please come with me."
The commissioner was puzzled and got up to follow him.
In this way, a car soon drove out of the garage, passed the busy construction sites on both sides, passed through the gradually congested downtown, and even saw the legendary foundry research center that was gradually growing like living metal.
In this way, they gradually went out.
In the passenger seat, Marcus was expressionless.
But his body gradually tensed up.
"Relax. If we have any bad intentions, we don't need to take you so far …" Little Hut in the Woods seemed to know what he was thinking. "Do you see the two people drinking tea in the campus gatehouse? The older one is called Tiantian. You may not have heard of him. The other person who plays chess with him is called Komagawa. "
Marcus was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "Which Komagawa?"
"The one you have heard of. He was a fighter for the general. After he was laid off, he was sent to Danbo by the Sword Saint."
Little Hut in the Woods explained, "This is Danbo. We are not interested in your entanglements outside, and we have not fallen to the extent of attacking guests. You can rest assured."
Marcus did not speak.
Little Hut in the Woods glanced at him and did not answer again.
In the silence, Marcus heard the sound of the tide gradually rising in the distance. A cool sea breeze blew through the lowered window. Under the afternoon sun, the blue sea in the distance showed a line.
A distant sound faintly came from the wind.
It was like the gentle sound of a cello, long and deep. The solemn sound of drums was embedded in it, forming a vast sound that spread in all directions.
It seemed that the sound of the tide was also responding to the rhythm of the melody and blending into it.
In the end, it turned into a complex and solemn symphony.
"Symphony No. 9?"
Marcus raised his hand, took off the flat lens in front of him, and couldn't help but look out of the window.
When he recalled the information of the King of Danbo, he suddenly understood. If he didn't have such a pursuit of art, how could he be called a disaster musician?
In comparison, in order to satisfy his own preferences, spending a lot of effort to build a concert hall on the beach was not worth mentioning at all.
He had seen more extravagant things. Compared with those things, this pure passion from the heart was even more admirable.
However, when they turned around the ridge, they did not see the huge and solemn concert hall that they had expected. There was not even any sign of construction.
There was not an entire orchestra playing here.
There was only a bare beach and a small dock that stretched forward into the sea.
From a long distance, they could see the back of the person sitting at the end of the dock, and a fishing rod in his hand that was thrown into the deep sea.
The vast sea and the people were connected by a line.
As a result, a mighty and magnificent symphony sprouted from the sea.
The surging tide rippled in front of him like a blurry waveform, revealing the terrifying power surging in the undercurrent below.
Under the interference of a fishing line, the surging tide was casually fiddled with by an invisible palm, colliding with each other and bursting out a roar, faintly turning into an earth-shattering noise.
The sea seemed to be hissing, angry from the melody, roaring, singing, and chanting.
It rose endlessly, towards the highest level guided by the melody.
Just like that, it silently disappeared and returned to the sea.
In the end, the layers of waves dissipated in an instant, replaced by a calm surface of water that was as smooth as a mirror.
It reflected the sky and the tide in the distance.
Only the lingering sound was left, slowly dissipating.
Everything was like a miracle, but there was no fluctuation of any source substance from it, as if the scene of all things singing was just a coincidence.
And at some point, Marcus was already sweating profusely.
He finally understood why the cabin in the forest showed such an expression when he made a promise.
He didn't need to guarantee Huai Shi's safety.
In front of that person, he couldn't even guarantee his own safety.
"He already knows we're here."
The car stopped at the end of the road, and the cabin in the forest said, "Looks like you're quite lucky. A few days ago, he didn't want to see anyone outside, nor did he want to be disturbed."
The youth raised his hand and pointed at the back, "No matter why you're here, you can go and tell him, Mr. Marcus, but please remember to be quick."
"Is there a time limit?" Marcus asked.
"No … …"
In a short silence, the youth who seemed to have grasped the situation from beginning to end suddenly showed a strange expression, and couldn't help but sigh, "If I'm late, I won't be able to make it for dinner, and I'll be very miserable."
Marcus was stunned for a moment, not understanding what kind of dinner could make such a young man worry, but he didn't intend to waste time.
He pushed open the car door and walked straight to the distant figure.
The closer he got, the more he could feel the pain of every step … … It was as if the vast sea in front of him was pressing down on him.
In the calm, there was a terrifying power that could overturn everything.
He was approaching a burning volcano.
But all of a sudden, all of this disappeared. The silent and calm sea suddenly became turbulent, and the surging sea rushed to the beach and the reef, bursting with noise.
The fishing rod had been pulled out of the sea, and there was nothing on the hook.
On the dock, the man wearing a sunhat turned around and looked at him. He took off the sunglasses on his face, full of curiosity.
"Are you here to collect the fishing fee?"
Marcus was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the man laugh and wave his hand, "I'm just kidding. Hello, I'm Huai Shi, how should I address you?"
He didn't ask any questions in a condescending manner. After picking up the fishing rod, the excessively young man took the initiative to step forward and extended his hand.
Marcus didn't know how to react for a moment.
"Hello, I'm Marcus … …" Marcus was stunned, but he maintained his professionalism and explained his identity, "Rome's Hall of the Pharaoh, an agent of the Mercury Agency."
He gripped Huai Shi's hand carefully, letting go as soon as he touched her.
"Hall of the Pharaoh? You don't seem to have anything to do with me? "
Huai Shi was puzzled, "What's the matter?"
"In fact, I received a commission from the Rome Space Agency to personally deliver this item to you —"
Marcus raised his hand, untied the shackles on his hands, and presented the box in his hand to the man in front of him, "I'll wait for your answer."
The box was not big, and it was not heavy, only the weight of a woman's bag.
Huai Shi held it in his hand and didn't feel any danger, but when he looked carefully, he found that there was no place for him to open the box.
He wanted to ask, but Marcus had already turned around and stood in the distance, calmly waiting for Huai Shi to call him forward again.
Huai Shi tilted his head, picked up the box in his hand, and sat back on the chair. He looked back and forth and found that the box seemed to be pure iron, without any unlocking or keyhole.
Even with his perception, he couldn't find any welding places. All the metal crystals were arranged smoothly, and there were no cracks.
There seemed to be some kind of alchemy array inside, maintaining the safety of the item.
If he disassembled it violently, the things inside would be destroyed.
Huai Shi raised his eyebrows.
A problem sent to him?
What was the Roman genealogy doing?
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