Chapter 519 Surprised

afternoon.

In the Intis embassy located in the west district, the new Intis ambassador walked into his office. After the previous Intis ambassador Bakerland was assassinated, the diplomatic relationship between Intis and Loen was once tense.

Although Bakerland's body was finally found in an abandoned factory in the East District, when it was discovered, the characteristics of the ambassador had been taken away and a magical item was missing.

Afterwards, Intis did not give up on the investigation in this area, and Ruen also sent someone to assist, but after two months of investigation, there was still no result, and in the end they had to give up temporarily.

Then, after more than a month, a new ambassador came to take over Bakerland's work.

The ambassador, who was over forty years old, had a beautiful mustache and was wearing some fancy clothes. When he opened the wine cabinet in his office and poured himself a glass of red wine, he found a letter on the table.

He took a sip from his wine glass, walked over to open the envelope, and took out the letter from inside.

There were only a few simple sentences in the letter, but the ambassador almost dropped his wine glass to the ground.

‘George III is plotting to promote the Black Emperor! '

Looking at the astonishing information on the letter, the ambassador heard his heart pounding. He drank the wine in his glass before calming down, and then a flame rose in his hand, burning the letter to ashes.

Putting down the wine glass heavily, the ambassador turned around and shouted, "Come on, come on!"

Because of the assassination incident, the security in the embassy had already been strengthened. Hearing the voice of the ambassador, two Intis officers rushed in.

The ambassador said in a deep voice, "Has anyone ever entered my office?"

The two officers exchanged glances: "We have been here since you left in the morning, and we have not seen anyone enter the house."

The ambassador nodded and waved them out. Then, he took out a pen and paper, wrote a letter, took out a whistle from his pocket, and blew it.

There was no sound at all, but after a while, the ambassador's inspiration was touched, he opened his spirit vision, saw illusory mud gushing out from the ground, and then light brown vines rose from the mud, these vines looked so carefully , you will find that they are all formed by twisting together large and small arms.

The ambassador threw the letter, and apparently the courier's weird vines wrapped around the envelope, retracted into the mud, and disappeared with the mud.

When the ambassador was writing the letter, outside the office, a stocky Intis officer said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

The other officer nodded. The short and stout officer walked into the bathroom, his eyes suddenly became blank, and then from his mouth, his nose, his ears, and under his eyelids, there were strands of black Viscous 'liquid' poured out.

Those things fell to the ground, gathered together, formed a black blanket, and got out of the door.

After a while, the short and stout officer's eyes recovered. He didn't know what happened. He whistled and released his tight belly.

At almost four o'clock in the afternoon, Xifa brought Lev Tor to No. 12 Doubletree Street.

At noon, after spending more than two hours enjoying a big meal from Intis, Xifa sent away the adjutant O'Neal sent to him by the navy, and stayed at home for more than an hour before taking Levtor out. .

When he came to the Hilton District, he had already changed his original appearance and turned into a grim-looking 'Duke' with a beard.

At this time, he rang the bell of the arbitrator's house, but he was not very hopeful. Cromwell didn't seem to be at home often.

Sure enough, Xifa stood at the door for about a minute, but no one opened the door. He shrugged his shoulders and planned to come back next time.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Cromwell and Lawyer Lynn walking along the street. The two seemed to be talking about something. Lynn's expression was a bit gloomy, and he was silent most of the time.

Sifa stood up with a smile, and when they came nearby, both of them sensed Sifa's presence, and when they raised their heads, Sifa pressed his hat and said to them, "Good afternoon, gentlemen."

Surprise flashed in Cromwell's gray-green eyes: "Duke, you always appear at unexpected times."

He immediately noticed Lev Tor, and it was a bit difficult not to pay attention to the height of more than two meters.

"This is Baal, my friend, the kind you can trust your life to." Xifa briefly introduced.

Cromwell opened the door, several gentlemen entered the room one after another, Sifer took off his coat, took off his hat, and hung them on the coat rack.

Sitting down on the sofa in the living room, Sifer glanced at Lynn, restraining the urge to ask. If the lawyer needed help, his help was needed, he believed Lynn would speak up.

Before that, it is the most correct way not to ask casually and to leave some space for friends.

Cromwell took out a bottle of red wine and a bottle of strong distilled spirits from the wine cabinet, and poured them into four glasses respectively.

He handed the only glass of distilled wine to Lynn, gave the red wine to Xifa and the two, and said after taking a sip, "The New Year is coming, will you stay in Backlund?"

"I can only say as much as possible." Xifa responded with a smile, and tasted the fine wine in the glass.

The arbitrator glanced at Lynn: "Don't you have good news to tell the Duke?"

Lynn forced a smile, and said to Xifa: "The investment made before has already paid off, and it should reach its peak in the first month after the new year."

"If you sell at that time, you can earn at least 10,000 pounds, so you can get back about 25,000 pounds together with the principal. Of course, you need to deduct some expenses, but the calculation is less than 100 pounds."

"I'm preparing to hand over the relevant information to Cromwell, because I may not stay in Backlund after the New Year."

Cromwell coughed dryly: "He encountered some troubles, so he plans to leave here and seek opportunities elsewhere."

Xifa looked at the lawyer and said, "What trouble, what can I do?"

Lynn took a sip of the spirits and smiled: "No, I don't want to involve you. I hope we will have a chance to meet again in the future."

Cromwell opened his mouth as if to say something, but suddenly the bell rang, and the bell rang quickly, either the person who came to the door was quite rude, or there was something urgent.

"Hold on."

The arbitrator put down his glass and stood up to open the door.

The door opened, and there were two people outside, Cromwell only knew one of them.

The cold-looking man with gold-rimmed glasses is Lynn's guest, surgeon Alan.

"Good afternoon, is Lawyer Lynn here? We have been to his office, and his assistant told me that Lawyer Lynn left with you."

Dr. Allen, with a cold expression, looked in the direction of the living room from time to time, seeming a little anxious.

Hearing Alan's voice, Lynn got up and responded: "I'm here, what's the matter, Alan?"

The arbitrator invited the two gentlemen to come in, and suddenly, his living room seemed a little cramped.

Allen walked into the living room and was a little surprised when he saw Xifa. He nodded slightly to Xifa, took two steps forward, and whispered to Lynn: "Talim had an accident, not long ago, at the Kragg Club passed away suddenly."

"His father decided to hold the funeral tomorrow, which needs to go through some procedures, and Talim's investment in you, his family hopes to be able to realize it, so as to survive the next difficult time."

Although the voice in Allen's room was lowered, how could it have been hidden from Xifa's eyes and ears. Xifa was quite surprised and puzzled when he heard that the equestrian teacher had passed away in the afternoon.

After all, Talim looked very healthy and young, how could he pass away suddenly.