Chapter 117 Intruder

Thursday afternoon.

Fast Cloakers, the door.

Wearing a birdcage dress decorated with lace ribbon bowknot and princess sleeves, Elsa looked at the ladies and ladies who were chirping and chatting away in hired carriages or private carriages, smiling still.

But no matter how she acts, making herself look like them, she has long been out of the ordinary.

Glancing at the closed door of the warehouse room, she closed the door and walked to the last carriage left at the door.

"Miss." Standing beside the carriage, the old man with gray hair and cloudy eyes bowed slightly.

Sit in the carriage, and as the carriage advances, the surrounding scenery begins to recede slowly.

Looking at the scenery by the window, she was always worried:

"There shouldn't be any problems with Diego, right?"

She has always been adhering to the family's precepts, adhering to the teachings of her father before his death, and she has no idea of ​​getting close to Extraordinary from other forces. She carefully hides her identity as an Extraordinary, let alone letting her family mix into the Extraordinary organization.

But at this moment, she suddenly frowned and listened attentively.

There was a sound of splashing water.

It was as if the calm water surface was disturbed, and a strange feeling permeated the air.

Immediately, her eyes turned to the front——

"Hollande, be careful, there is an Extraordinary nearby, no, that person is approaching the carriage."

Hollande, who was driving the carriage, heard the female voice coming into his ears at the same time as the sound of splashing water. His expression didn't change a bit, as if he didn't hear anything. However, his legs were slightly separated when he stepped on the plane below, and his back was slightly stretched. Qu, every part of the body can exert force at any time and burst out powerful power.

At the same time, Fast Mansion.

Little Betty was sitting by the door, like a school-age child, reading a book of fairy tales with the light from the window, her slightly innocent eyes were mixed with coldness, indifference and maturity that shouldn't be at this age , as if the fairy tale book in your hand is not a fun paradise, but a battlefield full of blood.

At this moment, the pendant she hung on her chest lit up with faint light spots, like ripples of water.

Silently, she closed the book, put the book on the small stool beside her, stood up, and quietly stared at the door beside her.

click -

After she stood up, not long after, with the soft sound of the door opening, a strange man stepped into the door.

Although the man walked in, Little Betty didn't react at all, let alone screaming in shock. This little girl who was only six or seven years old didn't even change her expression at all, nor did her pupils shrink or dilate at all, and she didn't have any emotional changes. However, the originally black eyes began to fade.

Black, light black, gray, light gray.

The man also didn't notice the little girl in front of him.

He concentrated his eyes, swept around, and directly passed the little Betty who was watching him, paused for a moment on the fairy tale book on the small stool, and then turned to the hall.

The huge hall of the mansion was deep and empty.

Putting the key with the gear embedded in his hand into his pocket, the man carefully closed the door, and then headed into the room.

Without hesitation, he walked directly towards one of the stairs that separated the two sides, towards the one on the left.

The steps are light and cautious.

And Little Betty just followed him all the way, even reached out, took out the key from his pocket, and examined it carefully.

However, even if little Betty made such a move, the man didn't notice it at all, with a vigilant expression, his eyes swept around, guarding against the danger that seemed to appear at any time, and walked step by step towards the passage next to the stairs on the left.

Just like the corridors of many aristocratic families, as one of the ways for the owner to show his family traditions to the outside world, the walls on both sides are hung with portraits of the owners of the Fast family.

His eyes swept over every Fast Patriarch.

Almost all of them have silver hair, silver eyes, and eyelashes and eyebrows are also silver like metal.

"Fast XIII, Fast XII, Fast Eleven, Fast Ten."

"Including the current fourteenth generation, the history is only three hundred years at most."

The man muttered to himself, and glanced at the portrait labeled "Fast II".

In the portrait, the young man with silver hair and silver eyes smiled.

Wearing a white shirt, without a coat, and a black-gray short robe draped over his shoulders, which is somewhat similar to a butler's uniform, but the complicated pattern looks more elegant and noble, and the silver folded flowers on the chest make him feel even more beautiful. His demeanor is elegant and indifferent.

The man's eyes fell, but he didn't see the name.

Frowning slightly, he continued to look at the portrait of King Fast I.

While listening to his self-talk, Little Betty looked carefully at the keys in his hand.

When the man stopped in front of the portrait and watched, little Betty tiptoed slightly, opened his chest pocket again, put the key back, and followed him all the way around the Fast mansion.

On the other side, Yago was sitting in the prayer room, reading the occult books borrowed from the level 9 containment room.

He could have sworn he hadn't taken it so seriously since high school.

Wait, it seems like you swore like that before?

However, at this moment, a figure appeared in front of him.

Yago raised his head and looked at the person coming.

It's Paulin.

"Hey! Dude, there's good news!"

Paulin sat beside Yago with an excited face, put his left hand on the back of the white bench, and showed his white teeth to Yago.

"Did you meet a lady you like? Or did you find money?"

Yago made a guess based on his own knowledge.

"No, no, it has nothing to do with those."

Paulin shook his head and raised his neck:

"It's a mission, a mission to recover the mysterious object! Intelligence personnel have found signs of a suspected mysterious object."

"Intelligence personnel? Our intelligence personnel? Or?"

Yago was a little surprised.

As a formal organization, it is naturally set up by an intelligence department.

There are only thirteen people in the Di Lude team. It is impossible to rely on these thirteen people as eyes and ears to monitor relevant news.

These "intelligence personnel" distributed in similar places such as police stations and hospitals are the eyes and ears of the thorn tree.

Some of them are former holders or victims who have come into contact with mysterious objects and are even mysterious objects themselves.

Some are Extraordinary, because they suffered mental or physical blows during extraordinary events, and they are unwilling to touch extraordinary things again, and want to live peacefully and safely.

There are various purposes and there are various people.

These people are not necessarily former members of the Thorn Tree, and there are even many lone walkers who have not joined any Extraordinary organization, and they do not necessarily serve only one Extraordinary force.

There is a transaction if there is a need. According to Uncle Sander's explanation, this intelligence structure has even formed an underground industrial chain. As long as you give money, you can get the news.

This "grey industry" exists silently with the acquiescence of a group of churches with ulterior motives.

"But why me? Paulin and I were sent on a recovery mission? Now?"

Yago glanced suspiciously at the flower window that cast the colorful dusk, and then opened his pocket watch with a snap.

The hour hand of the pocket watch is already close to the number "19".

It was almost time for him to go to the cemetery to watch.