Chapter 231 The Concentration of Crazies (Please Subscribe~)
On Friday morning, Sifa, who was sitting on the steam train to Tingen, spread out the newspaper, and saw a shocking headline on the front page of the front page.
"Ambassador Intis was Assassinated, Aurora Society Declares Responsibility"!
OMG.
It is indeed a place where lunatics are concentrated. After I picked up the characteristics and magical items of the ambassador, I wish no one knew about it.
These lunatics from the Aurora Society actually stood up and announced that we did this!
I admire you
Xifa put down the newspaper. At this moment, he looked like a middle-aged and elderly gentleman. He smiled and nodded to the little girl sitting across from him who had been staring at him, and then looked out the window.
This trip to Backlund, the first half and the second half of the plan went very smoothly. Although there were some accidents in the middle part, the result was quite perfect.
Xifa thought for a while, this trip by himself will cost a lot.
The "Traveler with a Thousand Faces" spent 1,700 pounds, Mr. Green's identity and invitation letter cost 300 pounds, and the rented carriage cost 225 pounds, plus golden roses and other expenses.
Count it down.
It should have cost around £2300.
The original deposit of 7,000 pounds in the unregistered account is now only 4,700 pounds.
but.
The gains are many.
First of all, 'Thousand Faces Traveler' is not a one-time consumable, it can continue to be used, and it has powerful functions.
Secondly, from Mr. Ambassador, Xifa obtained the Extraordinary characteristic of a 'conspirator', an unidentified mystical item.
Finally, for the fire that was created in the East District last night, Xifa felt that his potion had been digested.
Speaking of the fire, it seemed violent, but in fact, Xifa had built isolation zones in those houses. When the flame burns to a certain extent, even if you don't care about it, it will go out by itself.
When he went to the East District to check out the site, he planned a route to get rid of the pursuers. On that route, there were many vacant and unoccupied houses. He prepared inflammable materials in those houses in advance, so that when he fled, he could set fire along the way, create chaos, and intercept pursuers.
As for potion digestion, it was incidental.
But ah.
Why did the Aurora Society want to assassinate Ambassador Intis, and what good would it do them.
Create international disputes for Intis and Loen? This is unnecessary, the relationship between these two countries can not be called friendly.
What is the purpose of the Aurora Society, full of food?
It's impossible to accept someone's commission, right?
Xifa shook his head and stopped thinking about this issue. It would be great if the Aurora Society was willing to stand up and admit it. In this way, Intis would only think that those who took away the Ambassador's Extraordinary characteristics and magical items were also those lunatics.
It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived in Tingen.
When Xifa walked out of the train station, he heard the newsboy yelling: "Miss Pamela will be performing at the Red Theater tonight, and "The Earl's Return" will be staged again. Those who want to buy tickets should hurry up."
"Is there a show tonight?"
"I don't know if Carvin likes to watch the show."
Xifa smiled slightly, got into a rented carriage, and entered the downtown area of Tingen.
Elk Bar, in the lobby of the Hunter Club.
On the east side of the hall, the "Seer" in classical robes had no business today, letting the chubby blue cat lie on his knees, and he was playing with a Tarot card.
At this time, someone came over: "Karvin, I have your letter."
"letter?"
Calvin raised his head and took the letter handed over by the other party. There was no text on the envelope.
He opened the envelope to find a folded letter inside, and a ticket to the Red Maple Theater.
Calvin rubbed the head of the blue cat habitually, and spread the letter while the latter made a comfortable cry. Suddenly, he stood up and let the blue cat fall to the ground.
The blue cat raised its head and meowed a few times, as if dissatisfied with its owner's sudden standing up.
Calvin stared at the letter paper, and saw that there were only a few numbers on it.
‘Show it at the theater at night, and remember to destroy it after reading it. '
The signature is 'Mr. Bodyguard'.
Of course Calvin knew that 'Mr. Bodyguard' was the Duke! However, he cautiously took out the crystal pendant.
"It was the Duke who asked me to meet at the Red Maple Theater tonight."
"No."
"It can't be a specific person's name. Even if it is revealed, there will be many uncertain factors."
As a professional magic stick, Calvin quickly changed the divination statement: "There will be danger in the Red Maple Theater at night."
"Danger at night at the Red Maple Theater."
After seven times, he saw the crystal pendant spinning counterclockwise, which meant that going to the red maple tree at night would not be dangerous.
"fine."
"However, you can't rely too much on Zhanka. It's best to call Miss Nafie. I hope she likes to watch the show. If she doesn't like it, I'll hire her to go with her."
The fortune teller, who decided so happily, went back to the room, changed into a suit, left the blue cat behind, and went out.
Night came quietly.
There are many carriages parked at the gate of the Red Maple Theater. Once the play "The Return of the Earl" was staged, it was very popular. This is already the third performance, but it still attracts many audiences.
A rented carriage stopped near the entrance of the theater. The door opened, and Calvin, who was wearing a half-top hat, got out of the carriage. Then he stretched out his hand very gentlemanly, and picked up a tall but beautiful girl from the carriage. .
"Why do I come here? I insist on wearing a skirt. How can I move around?"
The girl who was a full head taller than Calvin twisted her body a little unaccustomed, so that the beige dress she wore might be torn at any time.
Calvin shrugged his shoulders and said: "This is a theater, everyone is dressed the same, you can't wear your usual clothes, you see, I also changed into formal clothes."
"It's so troublesome. Let's go back quickly after seeing people. I'm not used to wearing this skirt. You see, I can't walk as usual."
While complaining, Nai Fei, who moved his steps slightly, followed Calvin into the theater.
Arriving at the private room specified on the receipt, Calvin knocked on the door, then backed away a little, and stood side by side with Naifei.
The door opened, and under the light of the gas lamp in the room, the two could clearly see that the person who opened the wooden door was a man in a formal suit. He was wearing a half-mask that covered his eyes, had two slightly upward-curved mustaches, and had a darker complexion. He was smiling familiarly at them.
Naifei's eyes lit up immediately, and then, regardless of the structure of the skirt, she strode into the private room with big strides.
In the sound of "stinging, stinging", this newly bought long skirt designed for ladies suddenly tore apart.
But now, Nai Fei didn't care about anything, she hugged the man in front of her tightly, and hugged him excitedly, making his feet off the ground, and then called out: "Boss, when did you come back!"