It looked like a normal statue.
It was a little rough, as if it was the work of someone who had just learned how to carve.
Therefore, the statue looked like a person but the facial features were blurry and the movements weren't clear enough. All one could tell was that the person was wielding a sword.
The person was wielding the sword with both hands.
As for the blade?
It was wide, heavy, and there were some decorations on it. It looked like a flame or mist.
It was too rough, Cymilaide couldn't tell what it was.
If it was just that, Cymilaide wouldn't care.
But Kieran said it was Mordin's work!
Mordin!
To commoners, she was just a master sculptor.
But to those who knew the inside story, she was the most concerning existence since the papal era ended.
Powerful!
That was how the statue was described!
Following the annihilation of the Amiard Sect in a single night, it made the Amiard Sect even more mysterious based on its own powerful foundation!
Powerful and mysterious, it was naturally attractive.
Based on what Cymilaide knew, when the Union was formed, there was already a so-called Mordin Unit.
These people were independent from other organizations and their main task was to investigate Mordin. Whenever anyone ran into this unit, they would have to listen to Mordin.
It was because of a mission that Cymilaide got to know about the existence of this unit, he slowly understood the meaning of Mordin.
Then, he unconsciously gathered information about Mordin in his daily life and missions.
But!
Cymilaide was sure the information he gathered didn't include the statue before his eyes.
An unfinished work?
Or …
A replica?
Cymilaide thought.
He really wanted to discuss with Mordin, to see if he could get a closer look at the statue, it would be best if he could touch it with his own hands.
But he dared not.
He was afraid that if he made such a request, he wouldn't be able to walk out of the room.
"I'm sorry, Hon. 2567.
I don't know much about that Master Mordin.
I can't tell which work this statue belongs to. "
Cymilaide said honestly.
He dared not mention that it was a replica.
Who knew whether it would infuriate Kieran?
Cymilaide had always been cautious when his life was at stake.
"Is that so?"
With that, Kieran waved his hand, signaling Cymilaide to leave.
Cymilaide clearly saw the disappointment on Kieran's face, but he had no intention of stopping. As though he was granted amnesty, Cymilaide walked out of the room and headed outside.
Although he was here for an investigation mission, the statue that Mordin carved was enough for him to complete his mission.
As for finding out more?
There was no need for that.
A hundred marks was too high. It was just enough to pass.
Surviving until retirement was the way to go.
After leaving 17th Randletine Street, Cymilaide went straight back to the hotel he was staying at. He wrote a report about what happened and submitted it through the secret channel.
The information that Cymilaide submitted quickly appeared in the House of Commons through layers of channels.
Federation, House of Commons.
In a secret office somewhere.
Three old men with different appearances and postures sat at the triangular table, flipping through the documents in their hands.
"An unknown statue of Mordin?
"It should be an unfinished work, right?"
A bald old man said subconsciously.
"It might also be an imitation.
A lot of people take pride in imitating Mordin. "
Another old man with white hair and beard voiced a different opinion.
"Since Mordin's statue has appeared, it's none of our business anymore, just leave it to that team.
They are the professionals. "
"As for us?"
"Let's continue discussing this person, 2567."
A fat old man came to a conclusion about Mordin's statue. He then took out the information about Kieran that Cymilaide first submitted.
"A peerless assassin!
"A dimensional superhuman who can store living things!"
And … Printon!
This Mr. 2567 is much more complicated than we thought! "
The bald old man laughed, revealing his pale white teeth like a hungry wolf that was about to devour its prey. When Printon was mentioned, his eyes even had a materialized killing intent.
"Don't rush!
We will deal with Printon sooner or later!
What's more important now is how to get more information about Printon from him. "
The fat old man was obviously the leader of the trio. The moment his words subsided, the bald old man put away his killing intent.
"That's right!
"It's been ten years since our last liaison disappeared in Printon!"
Although we kept sending out elites after that, we lost all contact the moment we entered Printon. That place has become our forbidden ground!
We need someone who knows the place well to tell us what happened there! "
The white-haired old man nodded in agreement.
"We shouldn't have agreed to that plan from the very beginning!"
The bald old man shook his head angrily as if he thought of something.
"Things have already happened!
What we need now is to salvage the situation!
Not to wallow in self-pity! "
The fat old man said in a heavy tone.
"I'll send an order to Cymilaide, tell him to try his best to get more information about Printon from that 2567.
For that, we can make a deal with that 2567.
He seems to be very concerned about Mordin's statue?
Don't forget we have a lot of Mordin's unfinished works here. "
As he spoke, the fat old man seemed to have thought of something, he couldn't help but curl his lips into a grin.
The two old men at the side immediately realized something and laughed maliciously at the same time.
No one liked to be controlled by more people.
Especially those who were already in a high position.
They preferred others to listen to them, not cooperating with others.
So, if it was possible, the three councilmen wouldn't mind finding trouble for these people.
For example …
Mordin's Unit!
They didn't need much. Based on the information they had, once Mordin's Unit made a move, they would surely clash with that 2567.
No matter what the result of the clash was.
Whether Mordin's Unit won or 2567 won, it didn't matter.
They would be the ultimate beneficiaries.
After all, they had been preparing for a long time, all they lacked was an excuse to cause trouble.
Though, how could everything go according to plan?
Inside the special office of Mordin's Unit, Ainfas was deep in thought after he finished reading the information about Mordin from the House of Commons.
As one of the councilmen of the House of Commons and the actual leader of the unit, Ainfas was a little older than he looked.
Even though he tried his best to straighten his body, time still left an indelible mark on his body.
It took away the strength of his muscles but granted his brain intelligence.
Ainfas knew what the three from the House of Commons were trying to do.
They had been at each other's throats for a few decades, Ainfas was very familiar with the three of them, to the point that he knew what they were going to say the moment they opened their mouths.
Just like this time.
The three of them were hoping that Ainfas would clash with that 2567, so they could reap the benefits without doing anything.
As for the Mordin's statue that was mentioned in the information?
Ainfas was sure the three of them didn't have a detailed understanding of the statue.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for this piece of information to be delivered to him so quickly.
"Greatsword, flame."
Ainfas muttered the two terms softly.
As the actual leader of Mordin's Unit, he knew what the two terms meant to Mordin.
Although he wasn't sure whether it was a trap or not, since 2567 knew the secret, it was enough for him to send his men to Alkender City.
He needed to know whether 2567 knew more or not.
With that thought in mind, Ainfas picked up the phone.
He ordered his men.
After the call was hung up, he thought for a while before heading to the secret room beside his office.
The bookshelf was split left and right.
A path leading downwards appeared in front of him. Ainfas walked down the stairs familiarly and entered a narrow room.
There was only a table in the room.
A complete pentagram was drawn on the table, and in the middle of the pentagram was a skull with two small horns on it.
Ainfas lit up the five candles in the five corners of the pentagram.
A heavy incantation filled the room.
"Hey, Ainfas."
A sharp voice came from the skull with two small horns.
"According to the contract, you guys have to help me one more time."
Ainfas said.
"Of course!
You want those three from the House of Commons?
When? "
The sharp voice asked directly.
"The sooner, the better!"
Ainfas replied.
"Leave it to us!
But don't forget your promise! "
The sharp voice reminded Kieran.
"I won't.
I always keep my promises! "
After ending the call, Ainfas laughed coldly.
Keep his promise?
He had been acting like that all along, but whoever believed him would be an idiot.
Whether it was a human or something else.
…
After Cymilaide left, Kieran placed the sculpture in the first drawer on his left.
This' handicraft 'that was completed by Ferris had completed its mission.
As for the rest?
The bait was cast, all Kieran had to do was wait patiently.
Would anyone notice it?
Kieran wasn't worried at all.
He knew when he tossed out the sculpture with Mordin's strong traits, everything would work out.
There might be some twists and turns, but everything would be under control.
With that thought in mind, Kieran stood up from his chair, stretched his back, and headed to the living room. Cymilaide might be as timid as a mouse, but his foresight was decent.
At least the food he brought with him was exquisite and meticulously picked out.
Even though Kieran had tasted it before, he wouldn't mind tasting it again at this particular moment.
Delicious food always lingered in one's mouth, wasn't it?
Boiled fish meat with crab roe wrapped in it.
The tender fish meat was accompanied by the aroma of crab roe, especially when the crab roe overflowed when he chewed, it was very satisfying.
The soup looked like a clear soup but it was actually a three-cooked broth, clear and delicious.
A mouthful of fish meat and a mouthful of soup later, Kieran couldn't help but squint his eyes.
When the last mouthful of soup entered his mouth, Kieran naturally picked up the big roasted lamb leg.
The whole lamb leg was not cut or sliced, it retained its original flavor and taste, just a layer of onion on top of an iron plate.
Before picking up the lamb leg, Kieran ate the onion first.
Unlike common spicy onions, the onions here were slightly sweet and spicy, but it was very mild and not pungent. Instead, they were juicy.
When the onion's flavor spread in his mouth, Kieran picked up the lamb leg and tore off a piece of meat that was three fingers wide and one finger thick. He sucked and chewed, the oil overflowing and the aroma lingering in his mouth.
Soon, when the bones of the lamb leg were chewed and swallowed, Kieran looked at the box of pastries.
The pastries were as green as leaves and decorated with pinkish white lotus flowers.
It wasn't cream but cheese.
Mint was added into the pastries.
It didn't just remove the oily taste from the lamb leg, it also whetted one's appetite. Kieran grabbed three pastries with each hand and tossed them into his mouth, finishing the whole box in two bites.
"Ferris, get me a cup of tea."
Kieran called the Freezer.
"Yes, my lord."
The Freezer bowed and went back to the kitchen. When he returned to the kitchen, the door was knocked.
"It's Kat Lady.
My lord, do you want to see her? "
Goran said through the speaker in the house.
"Em."
Kieran nodded.
Both of them were quite close and Kieran believed Kat Lady wouldn't visit him for no reason.
Dok, Dok Dok!
Kat Lady knocked on the door carefully. Whenever she walked into the house, she would always have bad memories, but among the bad memories, there were some that she couldn't help but immerse herself in.
For example: food!
Whenever she thought about the food she ate last time, her saliva would drip uncontrollably.
It was also because of this that she took the initiative to accept this mission and chose to come at lunchtime.
No doubt, her choice was the right one!
Smell the aroma!
Lao Ji's Boiled Fish Balls!
Roasted Lamb Leg from the Underground Fire!
Lin Linda's Cheesecake!
Every single one of them was her favorite, especially when paired with each other, the taste would be even better.
Once she thought about the delicious food, she couldn't help but twist her neck in excitement, trying to find something to rub against.
It took a lot of effort for Kat Lady to suppress her impulse.
"Lady!
Meow is a lady!
Maintain your manners! "
Kat Lady told herself but the moment Ferris opened the door, she shouted, "I'm looking for 2567!"
Kat Lady then dashed into Randletine 17th.
She was eager.
She wanted to eat fish balls, lamb leg, and cheesecake.
Then …
She saw the empty packaging.
Kat Lady was stunned on the spot.
"You finished?"
Kat Lady asked blankly.
"Em.
I thought the gift from the other party was not bad, so I tried it.
It tasted good. "
Kieran nodded.
"Tasted good?
Hmph, men.
You are meow's mortal enemy! "
Kat Girl sneered, threw the invitation in her hand on the coffee table in front of her, and turned to leave. At this time, Emma Eddie walked out of the room. She looked at Kat Girl and couldn't help but greet her, "Ferris is going to cook soon. Selina, aren't you going to eat before you leave?"
Kat Lady's steps froze.
Her neck was stiff as she turned around.
"There's food?"
"Yeah, Ferris cooks every day at a fixed time."
Emma Eddie replied.
Kat Lady didn't turn around, she walked back to Kieran and showed a sweet smile.
"Meow was hallucinating.
You really are meow's best friend. "
Kat Lady wanted to rub against Kieran, but Kieran dodged her.
'Hmph, woman.
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