Zerom paced back and forth in his room with a frown. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he looked a bit terrified.
He looked like a typical upper-class person. He was dressed in a neat and luxurious suit, and his hair was combed and shiny. There was a rimless monocle in his deep eye sockets, and there were two sexy little mustaches above his lips.
However, his panicked pace and his subconscious rubbing of his hands made him look like a headless fly with no way out.
Zerom's expression changed unpredictably. He glanced at the dimmed communication stone in his hand from time to time and kept muttering to himself.
"Judging from the last movement of the communication stone, the owner of the bookstore shouldn't have done it himself. Now, the question is, what is his relationship with Prima? Why would he help her?
"Prima has never been to that street before. She can't be a customer of the bookstore. The owner of the bookstore doesn't make sense …
"Wait, damn it, what did that dark elf say? She didn't break into the bookstore, did she?! That b * tch set me up!
"If that's the case, I've completely offended that person …"
Zerom's face was ashen, and his hands trembled as he messed up his decent hair.
As a member of the Truth Society, he still remembered the operation to encircle and annihilate the God of Rain several months ago. The war had turned into a war between gods, and then the destruction of the Ether Star Destroyer Cannon …
This was an unforgettable scene for anyone who was present. It was enough to be remembered for a lifetime. He remembered the URL: m.9biquge.com.
Zerom, on the other hand, had a different understanding.
It was because of the success of that operation that he became a core member of the huge organization called the Road of Fire Sword.
The so-called 'core' referred to people like Sikaku and Rodney who had received great support and could communicate with the organization at all times.
He Lisi, the hunter in charge of the White Wolf, was a member of a lower level and could only passively accept orders.
As a relatively weak pharmacist, Zerom had reached his current position purely by relying on his "wisdom and planning."
Zerom stopped scratching his hair and calmed down. Suddenly, his face became ferocious. He gnashed his teeth and said, "What are you afraid of … He is powerful, but I have the Road of the Flaming Sword behind me. Rodney is just a piece of trash who relied on the Road of the Flaming Sword. If it were me, I could do better than him."
Although Tsikaku and Rodney were already buried, this only meant that they were useless and not smart enough.
Even after taking so many resources from the Road of the Fire Sword, they still failed in the end. This only proved their own incompetence.
Zerom had been a spy in the Truth Society for so long that even the vice president had to resign and be observed for a few months. The latter had been busy for a few weeks trying to find the mole, but in the end, it was all in vain.
"I've worked so hard for so long, how can I let all my efforts go to waste here!"
Zerom's eyes flickered. After thinking for a while, he walked to the side of the table and touched a button under the table.
"Ku …"
A slight mechanical sound was heard as the bookshelf moved aside. Behind it was a wall of bottles and jars. Various colored potions were either flashing or settling in them.
He reached out and picked out a few bottles and put them into the mixing device in his sleeve.
These potions were only semi-finished products. They were just a rough mixture of several ingredients. Even if other pharmacists came to check them, they would only find them to be non-toxic and harmless. They were very common test samples.
But as long as these potions were mixed, they would become a powerful ecstasy that could take away one's soul.
Zerom named it "Spirit Touch".
He had tested it on dozens of people. He could completely control it without hindrance at the Panic grade.
This included the dark elf prowler this time. He had also sprayed some Spirit Touch on her, making her mistakenly think that this operation was still a transaction at the Blood Feast.
But in fact, because the original founder, Tsikaku, had been arrested, the Blood Feast had temporarily stopped large-scale activities. Only a group of people at the top were fighting for the control of the Blood Feast.
But their current struggle was useless because the Road of the Fire Sword would send someone to take over.
Therefore, this so-called transaction was a scam from beginning to end.
"Andrew, my dear vice president, this time I'm counting on you."
Zerom stroked his mustache and revealed a gloomy smile. "You'll be my scapegoat for the last time."
"Anyway … the hatred between you and that person is more than a small character like me."
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The residences in the Central District were all divided by letters.
From A to Z, from the center to the periphery, the closer the house was to the central district, the higher the status of the people living there.
Of course, this status could be any of money, power, or fame.
As for those nobles who had no real power, the more realistic ones had already sold their ancestral homes and moved to the periphery. Those nobles who clung to the glory of their bloodline had a more miserable life.
On one hand, they desperately maintained their dignity, kept a large number of servants, and changed their expensive daily necessities every day. On the other hand, they were already unable to continue.
In the beginning, they relied on the help of their "friends" around them. Later, they borrowed money with a warm smile. Finally, they walked toward the tragedy of being unable to repay …
The most terrible noble family had completely become puppets and playthings. The bloodline that they were proud of had become their last value. The regular banquets were the only way for the female members to be selected and the only way to repay their debts.
In the end, this family committed suicide one night by taking poison together, which became an ambiguous joke that was spread by the residents of the Central District.
Of course, apart from these hidden secrets, the prosperity and extravagance on the surface of the Central District were, of course, attractive.
The lifelong dream of the ordinary people in the Upper City District was to buy a house in the periphery of the Central District.
As the vice president of the Truth Society, Andrew had a high position and was born in a noble family. Of course, he lived in the Central District.
B45 was his address.
"Zerom came to visit?"
Listening to the servant's report, Andrew, who was sitting behind the wide table, frowned slightly.
He remembered that this Deputy Director of the Pharmacy Department was a cousin of the missing Margaret. They used to be competitors, but after her disappearance, he kept an unusually low profile. He even took the initiative to reject the appointment and let another Deputy Director become the acting Director.
It was said that his reason was that he was very sad and worried about Margaret's disappearance, so he didn't have the heart to deal with the Pharmaceutical Department.
In terms of avoiding arousing suspicion, it was very smart.
However, at this time … Why did Zerom come to visit him?
After the battle with the God of Rain, Andrew's status fell again and again.
Some time ago, he sent the group of lunatics from the "Know-It-All Faction" to the bookstore. Later, when he went back on his word and intercepted them again, he found that the order was inexplicably carried out. After that, he felt that there was a mole around him.
However, he didn't believe it. His trusted subordinates knew him very well, so they would never betray him.
Judging from various signs, this mole seemed to be invisible, but it affected the entire Truth Society. It was as if there were moles everywhere.
In addition, the investigation of the staff of the ether monitor at that time didn't yield any results.
Andrew already had a guess in his mind.
It wasn't that there were many moles, but that mole could control others …
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