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"Sir!" After an unknown amount of time, the eyelids of Tetroso, whose eyes were full of confusion, trembled slightly. His eyes were filled with the light of wisdom again. He was stunned for a moment, then he saluted Sei Itō who was standing in front of him and said respectfully.
"En." Sei Itō nodded indifferently, then ordered, "Introduce your origin and the situation in the Freemasonry."
"Yes, Sir," Tetroso responded respectfully.
"My Lord, I was born in Chile, South America. I used to live a peaceful and peaceful life like an ordinary person. However, everything changed when I was 20 years old. That year, I lost my parents one after another. When I felt that the world was filled with gray colors and all the misfortune shrouded me, I lost interest in life and was about to commit suicide when I met my master — Stillaya!" Tetroso recounted softly with a nostalgic look on his face.
"My master, Stillaya, was born in a secret sect in South America. He was proficient in the study of souls and specialized in the art of controlling souls. Next, he was good at using black witchcraft. Although his position in the secret sect was not the highest level, he was still in the upper middle position."
"However, the good times didn't last long. When I was thirty-five years old, the Secret Sect had a conflict with another organization in South America. I was killed by the other party, and at the same time, I was seriously injured. Although I managed to escape from the other party's pursuit, I was on the verge of dying. At that time, I met the guide who led me into the Freemasonry – Tulaso. "
"With his help, my injuries were healed. Then, out of gratitude and with nothing else to do, I joined the Freemasonry's South American Headquarters and formed a team with Tula Suo to carry out various gatekeeper missions given by the higher-ups. Just like that, in twenty years, I rose from the lowest gatekeeper position to a junior supervisor. Then, I used another five years to become a senior supervisor with my own strength, all the way up to the position of the honorary high lord."
At this time. Trent Solo's face was filled with pride as he spoke.
But it was indeed worthy of his pride! After all, they were in charge of external missions. They were like gatekeepers who had to go through the ranks of officers, deacons, secretaries, and treasurers before they reached the level of junior supervisors, which could be considered as the hall masters of a sect. They did not need to be afraid of a big jump, but they did not just have to go through fights in the open, they also had to scheme against each other in the dark. Swords and sabers clashed. It was definitely not something that could be explained in one sentence.
"The Freemasonry is a worldwide organization on the surface. But in fact, there was no absolute hierarchy within. They were basically established with a country or a continent as the center. It was just that in modern times, the Freemasonry in North America was the most prosperous. They also had the most resources, so most of the organizations in other continents were very respectful. They would obey the command of the North American Society of Freemasonry to a certain extent. Of course, a certain exchange of interests was also indispensable. However, the China branch and my South American branch don't have to do that. What we want to do is up to me and another Honorary High Lord! "Tatroso said proudly.
"That is to say, in addition to you and the Prophet, there is also a legendary existence in China?" Sei Itō raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Yes." Tatroso's expression changed, and he replied in a low voice with a respectful expression.
"Then what about the High Lord of the Freemasonry?" Sei Itō asked again.
"He is an S-level master, but he has the support of the Prophet, so to a certain extent, he also represents the will of the Prophet. In terms of management, there is no problem at all." Tatroso replied.
"How many S-level masters do you have in the Freemasonry?" Sei Itō asked.
"I'm not sure about the exact number, but it should be no less than two digits. After all, according to the regulations, if you want to be promoted to a senior supervisor, you must have the strength of S-level on the premise of having enough merit! Of course, if you have this kind of unique specialty and have a majority of supporters among the senior supervisors, as well as the approval of the High Lord, you can also be promoted as an exception. "Tatroso thought about it and replied.
"Ten is two digits. Ninety-nine is also two digits. Be more specific." Sei Itō said in a low voice with a dissatisfied expression.
"The Freemasonry I belong to in South America has eight S-level subordinates. In North America, there are more than here, probably between fifteen to twenty people." Tatroso pondered for a while and said.
"Tell me more about the secret sect you came from. Are there any legendaries there, and how many S-level masters there are?" Sei Itō nodded and asked again.
"The secret sect I came from suffered heavy losses in the last battle. Even with the occasional relief from the Freemasonry's resources, there hasn't been any improvement. Coupled with the monster massacre, although there was some improvement due to the sect's inheritance of the Soul-binding Technique, there were still too many casualties. Therefore, there are only five or six S-class experts, and even if they hide some, there are definitely no more than ten of them. As for the Legends …" Tetroso smiled bitterly. "Not everyone is as talented as you, my lord."
"That means there aren't any." Sei Itō secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes." Tatroso sighed again.
"Okay, you can go and rest." Sei Itō nodded and said lightly. Then, with a thought, he threw Tatroso back to the desolate area in the northern part of the Rubik's Cube Continent.
"After returning to the main world, I'll let Tatroso send a message to his subordinates and the sect he came from. That should solve the threat of holding him captive. As for the possible actions of the Freemasonry in North America … I just need to be wary of the Prophet. "
With this in mind, Sei Itō's figure flashed and appeared in the headquarters of the Space Administration in the world of the magical girl Naia. Through the internal communication, he summoned Duretta, Nonit, and Monica to his exclusive office.
"Your Majesty!" A moment later, Duretta and the other two in military uniform entered the office, knelt on one knee, and saluted.
"Notify all knightmare troops to enter standby mode from now on." Sei Itō ordered in a light voice.
"Yes!" Duretta and the other two answered in unison.
"Leave."
"Yes."
Duretta, Nonit, and Monica stood up, turned around, and left Sei Itō's exclusive office.
Then, Sei Itō's figure flashed again and disappeared from the office, reappearing in Margaux's room. He quietly walked behind Margaux, reached out his hands, and pulled her into his arms.
"Ah …" Margaux, who was startled, let out a cry subconsciously.
"You're always like this. Sooner or later, you're going to scare me until I'm sick." Margaux, who had her back against Sei Itō's chest, said grumpily.
"Don't worry, I'm here. I can cure you of anything." Sei Itō smiled very unscrupulously.
"You busy man, why did you come to my place today?" Margaux said with a hint of jealousy in her tone.
"Of course I'm here to see you." Sei Itō pretended not to know and turned his head to kiss Margaux's cheek with a smile.
"Who would believe you?" Margaux rolled her eyes.
"Hmph, if you don't believe me, I'll teach you a lesson!" Sei Itō snorted, bent down, and reached out his arms to grab Margaux's knees. When he straightened up, he carried her in his arms and strode toward the bedroom.
"Hey, you bastard, let go of me." Margaux, who had obviously guessed what was going to happen, blushed and said in a hurried tone without much confidence.
"Let me tell you who is the master of this family." Sei Itō, who had already walked into the bedroom, threw Margaux onto the soft bed beside him. Then, he bent down on Margaux's body, grabbed her wrists, and pretended to be fierce.
Then, with a thought, he used Instant Transmission to transfer all of their clothes to a chair at the side. Then, he lowered his head and kissed Margaux's lips.
"Mmm …" Margaux, who was attacked, immediately let out a low moan. But very quickly, Margaux, whose hands had recovered, reached out her arms and wrapped them around Sei Itō's neck. Her face was full of fantasy and enjoyment.
"You're still so sensitive." After a moment, Sei Itō felt Margaux was slightly moist and laughed strangely.
Margaux's face reddened when she heard this and opened her mouth to bite Sei Itō's shoulder.
"Hiss, so fierce!" Sei Itō's expression was exaggerated. Then, he said fiercely, "Watch how I teach you a lesson!"
Then, he reached out and grabbed Margaux's smooth and delicate legs. Then, he pushed the biological battleship with thousands of soldiers into the fantasy cave that was emitting a strong temptation.
"Mmm …" Margaux, who felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart, raised her head slightly and let out a low moan with an expression of enjoyment.
Then, Sei Itō commanded the biological battleship to launch wave after wave of exploration into the fantasy cave … Soon, strange moans filled with pleasure began to reverberate in the room. At the same time, a mixture of Margaux's body fragrance and perspiration began to spread in the room.
"Ah …" After an unknown amount of time, accompanied by a suppressed and high-pitched moan, Margaux, who was tightly wrapped around Sei Itō's back like an octopus, laid limp on the bed. Her face was red as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the aftertaste. Her chest heaved up and down rhythmically.
"Now you know who's the head of the house." Sei Itō, who was still on top of Margaux, played with Margaux's chest as he asked with a mischievous smile.
Margaux, who had no strength to refute, lazily rolled her eyes at Sei Itō. She was very disdainful of his question.
"Hmph!" Sei Itō saw this and snorted lightly. He once again activated the biological battleship that was still in the fantasy cave.
"It's you," Margaux breathed softly in annoyance.
"It's good that you know." Sei Itō squeezed Margaux's chest and said with satisfaction.
Then, he didn't disturb Margaux's rest. He laid on his side and hugged Margaux tightly in his arms, hugging her to rest.
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