Chapter 824 Difficulties

Two months later, when the early winter snowflakes fell from the sky, the envoys from far away finally set foot on the land of Tamba after passing the Kyoto customs.

Holding the symbol of Roman pedigree, the hurried commissioner was able to go straight into the increasingly heavily guarded campus. He came to the office floor of the main building and saw the young man with a kind smile on his face.

"I want to see the teacher..."

The cabin in the forest turned over the documents in his hand and looked at them, full of curiosity: "Romans?"

"Yes, that's right."

The commissioner working behind the desk showed no embarrassment when encountering difficulties, and calmly replied: "I just have a notification to convey on my behalf. My identity can be guaranteed by the Mercury Agency under the Royal Court of Rome, and you can verify it on site. "

The cabin in the forest shook his head: "What is it? Tell me the same thing."

"Sorry, I have to see him in person."

The commissioner raised the box in his hand and showed the chains on his wrist and the box: "Including the things inside, they are all things that must be handed over to him."

"...To be honest, I believe you are not pretending to be some trash fish." The cabin in the forest scratched his face and said bluntly: "But your organization doesn't have a good reputation. Do you understand what I mean? "

The commissioner nodded calmly: "So I can understand your caution."

To put it simply and straightforwardly, although the King's Hall is the center and core of the Roman genealogy and is extremely majestic, the suffix is ​​different.

——Mercury mechanism.

Named after the traveler among the twelve main gods of Rome, it seems to be a messenger department, but in fact, apart from being responsible for the postal system, its other tasks are essentially different from ordinary express delivery agencies.

This is a secret service.

It's notorious.

Bribery, abduction, blackmail, assassination, and even terrorist attacks when necessary.

In the long struggle with the Russian Federation's Hawkeye Bureau, I don't know how many things I have done that have no bottom line.

Let such people go to see Huai Shi.

To be honest, it's a bit dirty for his eyes...

"Please rest assured." The commissioner assured: "I understand that Mr. Huaishi's condition makes it difficult to see guests, but due to the limitations of his responsibilities, he has to come and disturb him.

I can guarantee that I will not do anything harmful to Mr. Huaishi's personal safety. "

As soon as he said this, the expression of the cabin in the forest suddenly became subtle.

It's like looking at a fool.

He looked at the man in front of him, looking at the calluses washed away by the potion on his fingers, the murder weapon buried in his bones, even the thin body full of explosive power, and the scars left by countless battles on his arms.

This is indeed an out-and-out master, and even at the third level, he is a terrifying and formidable enemy.

only……

"……just you?"

The cabin in the forest shook his head and laughed: "I'm not worried about this."

The commissioner frowned in confusion, feeling the contempt, but he didn't care and didn't take it to heart. He just waited for his answer.

"This..." The cabin in the forest wanted to call him, but after thinking for a long time, he found that he had not said his name at all during the introduction.

"Marcus," the commissioner prompted.

"Okay, Mr. Marcus, you are holding the certificate from the King's Hall, and I have verified your identity. You are here on behalf of Rome. Our Dambo campus is not a place without etiquette. We should treat you warmly." , the teacher is not so arrogant as to shut out the envoys from the Dharma King's Hall."

The cabin in the forest thought for a moment and explained seriously: "But the key point is that he has been very busy recently. I don't know if he has time to take care of other things."

With that said, the cabin in the forest stood up, took off his coat from the hanger, picked up the car keys, and waved to him: "You will understand after you go and see it. Please follow me."

The commissioner was puzzled and stood up and followed behind.

Just like that, a car soon drove out of the garage, passing the busy construction sites on both sides, passing through the gradually congested downtown, and even saw from a distance the legendary building that was gradually growing like living metal. Foundry Research Center.

In this way, all the way gradually outward.

In the passenger seat, Marcus was expressionless.

It's just that the body is getting tighter.

"Relax, if we have any bad thoughts, there is no need to take you so far..." The cabin in the forest seemed to know what he was thinking, "Did you see the two people drinking tea in the campus concierge? Old man? The one at one is called Amada, which you may not have heard of, and the other person playing chess with him is called Komagawa."

Marcus was silent for a moment and suddenly asked: "Which Komachuan?"

"The one you heard about. He worked as a thug for the general. After he was laid off, he was sent to Tamba by the sword master to find another job."

The cabin in the forest explained: "This is Danbo. We are not interested in your entanglements outside, and we have not reduced it to the level of attacking guests. Don't worry."

Marcus said nothing.

The cabin in the forest glanced at him and made no further answer.

In the silence, Marcus heard the sound of the ocean tide gradually rising in the distance. The cool sea breeze blew through the lowered car window. Under the afternoon sun, a line of blue sea showed in the distance.

There was a faint distant sound in the wind.

It sounds like the gentle sound of a cello, long and deep. The solemn drum sound is embedded in it, forming a vast sound that spreads in all directions.

It seems that the sound of the tide is also responding to the rhythm of the melody and integrating into it.

By the end, it turned into a complex and solemn symphony.

"Symphony No. 9?"

Marcus raised his hand, took off the flat glasses in front of his eyes, and couldn't help but look out the window.

When I recalled the information about the King of Tamba, it suddenly dawned on me - if you don't have such a pursuit of art, how can you be called a disaster musician?

In comparison, spending a lot of time building a concert hall on the seaside to satisfy one's own preferences is not worth mentioning.

He has seen more extravagant and lustful things. Compared with those things, the pure love shown in his heart is even more admirable.

However, when they turned around the ridge, they did not see the huge and solemn concert hall they expected, and there was no sign of even starting construction.

There's not a whole orchestra playing here.

There is only a bare beach and a small pier that extends forward and submerges into the sea.

From a long distance, they could see the back of the man sitting at the end of the pier, as well as a fishing rod thrown into the deep sea in his hand.

The vast ocean and people are connected by a thin line.

As a result, a mighty and magnificent symphony sprouted from the sea.

The surging tide rolled in front of him, like a blurry waveform, revealing the terrifying power surging in the undercurrent below.

Under the interference of a strand of fishing line, the surging sea tide was fiddled with by invisible hands at will, colliding with each other, bursting out with roar, and faintly turning into an earth-shattering loud noise.

The sea seemed to be neighing, furious, roaring, singing and singing in its own melody.

Endless elevation, toward the highest level guided by the melody.

It disappeared so quietly and returned to the sea again.

In the end, the turbulent waves dissipated in an instant, and were replaced by a quiet, smooth, mirror-like surface of water.

Reflecting the sky and the tides in the distance.

Only the lingering sound slowly dissipated.

Everything is like a miracle, but there is no source of fluctuations in it, as if the scene of all things vibrating is just a coincidence.

Before he knew it, Marcus was sweating profusely.

He finally understood why the cabin in the woods looked like that when he made the promise...

He doesn't need to guarantee Huai Shi's safety.

In front of that person, he couldn't even guarantee his own safety.

"He already knew we were coming."

The car stopped at the end of the road, and the cabin in the forest said: "It seems you are lucky. A few days ago, he didn't bother to see people outside and didn't want to be disturbed."

The young man raised his hand and pointed at the back: "No matter why you came here, you can go and tell him, Mr. Marcus, but please remember to hurry up."

"Is there a time limit?" Marcus asked.

"No……"

In the brief silence, the young man who seemed to have grasped the situation from beginning to end suddenly showed a strange expression, and couldn't help but sigh: "If I'm late, I won't be able to catch up with dinner, and I will be miserable."

Marcus was stunned for a moment, not understanding what kind of dinner could make such a young man worry, but he didn't intend to waste time.

He opened the car door and walked straight towards the distant figure.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the pain of struggling... It's like the vast ocean in front of you is pressing down on you.

There is a terrifying power in the calmness that can overturn everything.

He was approaching a burning volcano.

But suddenly, all these disappeared, and the dead and calm sea surface suddenly returned to turmoil. The surging sea water rushed towards the beach and rocks, making noisy sounds.

And the fishing rod has been pulled out of the sea, and there is nothing above the fishhook.

On the dock, the man wearing a sunhat turned around and looked at him, taking off the sunglasses on his face, full of curiosity.

"Are you here to collect fishing fees?"

Marcus was stunned for a moment, then saw him laughing and waving his hand: "I'm just kidding, hello, I'm Huai Shi, what do you call me?"

There was no condescending question. After picking up the fishing rod, the young and outrageous man took the initiative to step forward and stretched out his hand.

Marcus didn't know how to react for a moment.

"Hello, I am Marcus..." In shock, but with professionalism, Marcus explained his identity: "An agent of the Mercurial Agency of the King's Chamber in Rome."

He shook Huai Shi's hand, carefully, and it loosened at the first touch.

"The King's Hall? It seems that you have no contact with me?"

Huai Shi was puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"Actually, I accepted the commission from the Roman Space Agency and personally delivered this item to you——"

Marcus raised his hand, unlocked the shackles in his hand, and presented the box in his hand to the man in front of him: "I will wait for your answer."

The box is not big or heavy, only the weight of a women's bag.

Huai Shi held it in his hand and didn't feel any danger, but when he looked carefully, he found that there was no place for him to open the box.

He wanted to ask a question, but Marcus had already turned around and stood in the distance, calmly waiting for Huai Shi to call him forward again.

Huai Shi tilted her head, picked up the box in her hand, sat back on the chair, looked back and forth, and found that the box seemed to be made of pure iron, without any unlocking or keyholes.

Even with his perception, he couldn't find any welding places. All the metal crystals were arranged smoothly without any cracks.

There seems to be some alchemical matrix inside to maintain the safety of items.

If it is violently dismantled, the contents inside will be destroyed.

Huai Shi raised his eyebrows.

A difficult problem given to me?

What kind of plane is Roman Genealogy doing?