The holiday was over.
Irin looked back at the spiral staircase that he had stayed at for more than a month. He was a little reluctant to leave.
Half an hour later.
Irin and Miriam came back to Lord Barthamelo.
Barthamelo was sitting in a wheelchair.
Sebras was standing beside him.
What surprised Irin was that Gu Tianqing was already waiting in the VIP room. This was not Gu Tianqing's usual behavior.
Not long ago, the long table that was cut in half by Miriam's sword was replaced with a new one.
Everyone's shadows swayed slightly under the light of the chandelier.
"I received news that the person who stole the treasure appeared in Red Hair City."
"Red Hair City?"
Miriam knew that Irin did not pass foreign geography, so she explained, "It's a city in the southern part of the German Republic, Munich. During its heyday, the population reached seven million. It was once the third largest city in the German Republic. "
So it was Munich.
Irin had heard of it before.
But …
"Why did it change to such a weird name like 'Red Hair City'?" Irin asked.
"The honorable descendant of the Knight King, Artoria the Tenth, would understand this better than us." The young man smiled.
Miriam nodded with a serious expression. She did not hide anything and continued, "It's because of a guild, Red Hair Guild."
Guild?
Irin's heart skipped a beat. He quickly opened the World Guild Ranking.
Red Hair Guild, ranked seventh in the world.
The seventh in the world!
"In other words, Munich is now Red Hair Guild's territory."
Irin understood. His eyes narrowed slightly.
Once this matter involved the guilds of the Tower of War server, it was not so simple.
Irin's purpose in coming to the neighboring region was not to fight for hegemony.
Fighting for hegemony was too boring.
Irin was not interested either.
Other guilds were doing well there. Why would they go and fight him?
Not to mention the neighboring server.
"Things are not that bad." Barthamelo coughed lightly, smiled, and put a brand new photo on the table in front of Irin and Miriam.
The front of the photo was a woman in a brown cloak. She was walking through the crowd in the market, and the hood of the cloak that was used to cover her face accidentally fell down. And the frozen image in the photo happened to be the scene when she looked back with a panicked expression.
It was also because she had accidentally taken off her hat and looked back that such a high-definition, uncensored photo was left.
European bloodlines were mixed, and strange hairstyles and hair colors could be seen everywhere. However, when Irin first saw the photo, her attention was still on the other party's hair color. Her long hair was as white as snow, and her face had the characteristics of both Orientals and Westerners, making her look like a mixed-race child who had perfectly inherited the advantages of both sides.
To be honest, Irin liked the white-haired woman setting.
"She's a beauty."
Gu Tianqing added from the side.
Irin scratched the dead skin on his forehead. Although he also knew that it was not good to judge a book by its cover, Irin's first impression of the white-haired woman in the photo was that she did not look like a bad person who could sneak into the Time Tower to steal things.
This thought only flashed through Irin's mind. Irin raised his head again, looked at Barthamelo Dylan, and asked, "Are you sure that she stole your big treasure?"
Cyberras stood beside Barthamelo Dylan, his eyelids were lowered, and his voice was emotionless. He interrupted and reminded, "It's' us, 'Mr. Irin. Don't forget, now you are also a 'Black Magician' of the Time Tower. "
"There's no time to lose." Barthamelo Dylan said, "They will tell you the details of the target on the way. Mr. Irin, the Black Magician, please leave for Munich as soon as possible."
After Barthamelo Dylan finished speaking, he looked extremely tired. He stretched out his pale hand to cover his mouth and yawned lazily.
Logically speaking,
Irin was only a magician of the "color rank." As one of the twelve kings, Barthamelo Dylan did not need to be so polite with his words. But in addition to this identity, Irin had another identity, which was the president of the world's number one guild.
Even if the twelve kings in the Time Tower were not in the circle, they seemed to have a good understanding of the apostle circle. It seemed that they also understood what Irin's identity as the president of the world's number one guild meant.
"They?"
Irin put away the photo of the white-haired woman. He quickly noticed that Barthamelo used a very interesting word in his words.
"Yes, they."
Barthamelo Dylan said and clapped his hands. A short woman in a well-ironed suit walked out from behind the door.
The woman who walked out from behind the door was estimated to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. Her facial features were still childish. She had long, smooth brown hair that was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. It was long enough to reach her waist. Her ordinary-looking chest was flat and did not rise or fall at all.
It was not known if it was because of the belt or if it was just her body. If it were not for her long hair and facial features, it would be easy for people to mistake her for a young man.
Behind the woman was a black leather bag that was more than a meter long. It looked quite heavy, and it was unknown what was inside.
"Griffin, Cyberras, they will be traveling with you on this journey."
Barthamelo explained softly.
…
Twenty minutes later.
Miriam, Irin, Cyberras, Griffin, and Gu Tianqing left the Time Tower and headed straight south.
After they left.
Barthamelo Dylan took out a magic crystal ball.
In the crystal ball, the five of them were playing the scene of them riding their own vehicles along the national highway and leaving the Time Tower.
After a while.
The five of them gradually moved further and further away and disappeared from the scene.
"Meow ~"
At this moment.
In the quiet VIP room, a chilling cat's meow sounded out of nowhere.
"Da da da —"
A graceful and elegant woman with a black cat sitting on her shoulder had appeared in high heels at some point.
"Monarch Ermero the Fourth."
Barthamelo snapped his fingers, and the magic crystal ball suddenly extinguished. He pushed the wheelchair expressionlessly and turned 180 degrees on the spot. He turned and stared at the uninvited Ermero the Fourth. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the black cat on the woman's shoulder. "You should let your alchemy puppet learn how to knock."
"Meow ~"
The black cat's cold vertical pupils were bright and full of life under the dim light.
"Do you think it's him?"
At this moment, the expressionless woman asked in an emotionless tone.
Although it was a woman who spoke.
But Barthamelo Dylan's gaze was focused on the black cat from the beginning to the end.
In the Time Tower, only a small number of people knew that the so-called "Monarch Ermero the Fourth" was actually the black cat. The beautiful woman was just a magic alchemy puppet under the control of Monarch Ermero the Fourth. On the surface, she looked no different from a real person.
The black cat squatted on the woman's shoulder, stuck out its pink tongue, and gently licked the messy fur on its paws.
Barthamelo Dylan looked at the black cat's innocent actions and closed his eyes. "That guest from the East has something on him that I can't see through."
The woman spoke again. "'They' came from the tower. 'Their' existence is the mystery itself."
Barthamelo Dylan said, "I know."
"In the Time Tower, so many magicians have tried in the past ten years, but none of them could match the 'level'. Why do you think that an Easterner who has only been exposed to magic for a month can surpass so many magicians who have inherited their family's bloodline and have complete knowledge?"
The woman under the black cat's seat asked again.
Barthamelo Dylan was silent for a long time.
"Meow ~"
The black cat meowed again.
It seemed to be urging.
Only then did Barthamelo speak slowly. "Please wait and see, Monarch Ermero the Fourth."
"Meow."
The beautiful noblewoman suddenly turned around and left a cold sentence.
"I'll wait and see, Barthamelo G. Dylan. Remember, you don't have much time. "
…
…
Night quietly fell in the wilderness.
The sound of the engine roared in the night, and waves of sound spread into the distance.
Amidst the undulating sound of the engine, there were faint sounds of horse hooves and jets.
Irin's group of five all had their own means of transportation.
"Dark Night Mode."
Irin felt a little embarrassed.
Nightingale was too noisy.
Irin could only activate a mode that had not been activated for a long time.
In an instant, the world fell silent.
On Irin's left and right, Griffin and Sybras, who were riding a special-shaped motorcycle respectively, turned their heads to look at Irin at the same time.
They were a little puzzled.
Just a moment ago, the car was still emitting waves of strange noises from the exhaust pipe. Why did it suddenly become silent?
Along the way,
Because the exhaust of Irin's car was too noisy, they did not have time to talk.
They started from London and set off when the sky was dark. Until now, they were close to the English Channel.
"Let's rest here tonight."
The newcomer, Griffin, also had a personality problem. He was the kind of person who was ruthless but did not speak much. When they passed by an abandoned village, he stopped and made a decision.
Irin and Miriam looked at each other.
There seemed to be a reason behind it.
Miriam nodded.
The people who originally lived in the village had already moved to other places, and only empty houses were left.
Irin put away Nightingale. Nightingale was a little unsatisfied, and before it left, it spat out a few breaths to express its protest.
Griffin and Sybras were not apostles, so their means of transportation were not that convenient. They hid the two motorcycles near the houses, turned off the engine, and turned off the lights, and hid their tracks.
The circuit to the village had long been destroyed, and the houses were dark. Irin picked up some wood and lit a simple bonfire.
"I'll go out and find some food."
As Irin spoke, he left alone.
Hearing that Irin took the initiative to go out and find food, Miriam's eyes lit up. She sat quietly beside the bonfire like a good child.
Irin walked around the area a few times. Oh, this was a rare burst of luck. Irin easily caught a few wild rabbits in the wilderness.
The three wild rabbits trembled in Irin's hands, extremely scared.
* Rumble rumble rumble! *
While Irin was catching the wild rabbits.
On the road in the distance, a few armored vehicles with noisy engines sped past.
On top of the armored vehicle, there seemed to be people holding torches and shouting something.
Irin squinted his eyes and looked for a while. The armored vehicles were not driving in the direction of the village where they were staying. After Irin confirmed this, he carried the three trembling wild rabbits and hid in the darkness, quietly returning to the empty village.
When he returned to the house, Irin could not help but laugh.
Gu Tianqing sat in the corner of the house. She wore white gloves with a calm expression and silently rolled tarot cards.
Miriam sat in front of the bonfire in a standard kneeling position on the ground. She raised her head in anticipation. Her ahoge trembled, reflecting the anxiety in her heart.
Griffin was still carrying the long black leather bag. He stood by the side, expressionless and motionless.
The relationship between Cyberbras and Griffin was somewhat thought-provoking. They were both subordinates of King Bathermero, but they were a full two meters apart.
With just a glance, Irin understood the situation in the house. He smiled and did not point out the strangeness. He found a basin of water and took out a set of cooking utensils from his storage space. He skillfully let out the blood, hair, skin, cut the meat, and washed it.
Five minutes later, skewers of specially roasted rabbit meat sprinkled with Ling Brand spices were placed on the bonfire.
Miriam's eyes could not move away. She stared straight at the rabbit meat on the fork, dripping with oil. She wiped her mouth from time to time.
While waiting for dinner.
Irin felt that the atmosphere in the house was too awkward. He could only take the opportunity to break the silence.
He asked, "Is there anything I should know about the woman in the photo?"
Cyberbras raised his head. His gaze swept past Griffin and finally landed on Irin. He answered, "She is Circia von Einzbehren."
"Einzbehren …?"
Miriam, who was sitting by the bonfire and observing the entire roasting process, moved her gaze away from the meat with difficulty. A hint of confusion flashed across her blue eyes.
She seemed to have heard this name somewhere.
Cyberbras lowered his head and stared at the bonfire without moving. He continued, "She comes from an ancient family of magicians. In the past, Circia von Ainzberen was also an excellent magician in the Clock Tower. "
Irin smiled. "It's not strange. Perhaps only magicians know the value of that thing. If I'm not wrong, she became an apostle later on? "
Cyberbras was silent for a few seconds and did not answer the question. "She has always been —"
Just as Cyberbras was about to say something.
Griffin, who had been leaning against the wall with a leather bag on his back and his eyes closed, suddenly widened his eyes and interrupted Cyberbras with a cold voice. "She is a despicable thief. Honorable Black Magician, that's all you need to know. Her magic skills are far beyond your understanding. That's why Lord Bathermero sent Cyberbras and me to assist you. "
Huh?
A strange smile appeared on Irin's face.
"The roast meat is ready. Eat."
Yi Lin passed the skewers of barbecued meat to everyone.
"You have a share too."
Irin looked at Gu Tianqing, who was playing cards in the corner.
While eating in silence.
Irin silently memorized the long and awkward name, "Circia von Einzbehren."
"I'll help myself."
Miriam did not hold back. She grabbed a skewer with one hand and elegantly sat on the spot to eat. But the meat on the skewer disappeared very quickly and landed in Miriam's stomach in the blink of an eye. She was indeed a master-level close-combat apostle. Her actions were as fast as lightning. It was too much for the eyes to take in.
A simple dinner was over.
While cleaning up.
Yi Lin suddenly thought of something. He mentioned that when he was catching hares, he saw a few armored vehicles racing on the road without any scruples.
"Those are bandits."
Cyberbras explained, "Similarly, they are your kind. They roam the wilderness and rob apostles who pass by, forcing them to hand over 'items' and 'war points.' Our identities are a little sensitive. Once they find out, there will be a conflict. "
Irin thought for a while and smiled. "I think they are not only targeting their kind." Irin pointed at the direction where the two motorcycles were hidden. "The items produced by the Clock Tower should be within their range of robbery, right?"
Cyberbras did not refute. He nodded. "Yes, bandits. They are a group of fugitives."
"Are they that fierce?" Irin sighed. "I'm starting to understand why the foreign population growth rate is so well controlled."
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