Chapter 211 The Problem of Change

Inside the carriage outside the Cragg Club.

"'Apostle of Desire' is not necessarily equal to Patrick Jason Beria? Do you think we might be misled?" After listening to Klein's words, Ikanser did not sneer, disdain or despise, but spoke seriously with He discusses the problem.

Not bad deacon... But it may also be the reason for using the magic mirror called Arrods frequently. No matter how bad or sharp the temper is, it will be smoothed out... Klein secretly praised, nodded sincerely and said:

"This is my personal opinion, out of an abundance of caution.

"It's very simple to verify. Ask the magic mirror for the location of the 'Apostle of Desire', not the location of Patrick Jason Beria."

Ikanser pressed his hat and said:

"Makes sense."

His expression became serious again, and then he looked at the magic mirror in his palm.

"Deacon Ikanser, if you ask for any clues here, that demon will definitely be able to detect it." Klein reminded beside him.

"That's right." Ikanser turned his head to the two team members and said, "You continue to secretly protect Mr. Moriarty. Even if the 'Apostle of Desire' strikes, the three of you working together can withstand it for a long time. There are military personnel."

"Yes, Deacon!" The two "Mechanical Heart" members replied without hesitation.

Ikanser left immediately and rushed to where the Nighthawks were, which was around Isengard Stanton.

The "Singer of God" has been dispatched, and the sealed artifact of the Church of the Goddess has also been dispatched... If the "Apostle of Desire" really wants to take any action, it must be this afternoon... I hope I can make it in time, and I hope that the magic mirror can give the correct answer. answer... But this way, I won't have the chance to blend in, I won't be able to witness the death of the demon that endangered everyone, and I won't be able to touch his suitcase full of banknotes, gold bars, gold coins, and jewelry... Klein burst into tears. Xixi looked at Ikanser's back in disappointment.

But he immediately recovered his mood:

That's good, at least I don't need to take risks, and I can safely get rid of this crisis.

And "Mechanical Heart" will definitely not treat me badly. If it succeeds, my views and suggestions must be in a very important position, and I am a believer in the god of steam and machinery. According to the styles of several major churches, I should be Give me a share of the harvest... Under the premise of 50,000 pounds, it will not be too little...

Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

But he won't risk mixing it up.

"Magician" does not do unprepared performances!

It was still too compact, too hasty, and didn't give me any time to plan... Klein nodded to the two "Mechanical Heart" players, got off the carriage, returned to the Kragg Club, and asked the waiter to help him drive A lounge.

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Hillston District, in the living room of Isengard Stanton.

Leonard Mitchell brushed back his slightly unruly black hair, followed Captain Soest's instructions, and with the help of other Nighthawks, put on the silver full-body armor stained with a lot of blood with great difficulty.

He pulled down his mask, hiding his emerald green eyes in the deep darkness, then stretched out his left palm wearing a silver-white metal glove, and took the magic mirror from Ikanser.

Inside the Church of Steam and Machinery, the code name of this silver mirror is "2-111".

"Is it just a level '2' sealed item?" Soest asked slightly surprised.

Ikanser nodded:

"Yes, it's not very harmful."

Speaking of the latter, there was a sudden bit of gnashing of teeth in his tone.

"That is to say, all other aspects have reached the '1' level sealed item standard?" Soest asked thoughtfully.

Ikanser glanced at him warily:

"Just certain aspects."

He declined to disclose more information.

At this time, Leonard gently stroked the surface of the silver mirror with his right hand, and the living room suddenly became quiet.

After three times, he said in a low voice:

"Dear Arrods, my question is, where is the 'Apostle of Desire' who attacked Isengard Stanton?"

The whole house suddenly went dark,

It's like there's a dark cloud just passing by nearby.

The surface of the silver mirror flowed with water, and quickly condensed a slightly blurred picture:

It was a luxurious villa-type house with a large garden in front of the windows.

In the center of the garden, there is a glass greenhouse, in which there are blooming bright red roses one after another.

Looking up from the glass greenhouse, you can still see the pale sun behind the mist.

"It's in Backlund!" Isengard Stanton immediately calculated where the location reflected in the picture was based on information such as the angle of view and the position of the sun in the sky.

"This is completely different from the answer to Jason Beria's position! We were misled!" Ikanser said in a deep voice.

"Requiemer" Soest exhaled and said:

"How cunning.

"Who is that Jason Beria who was hunted down by the 'Singer of God'?

"Hey, it's too late to discuss. Let's circle the approximate area from the information on the screen first, and then start taking action immediately. I suspect that the 'Apostle of Desire' will create a big event next!"

At this time, the silver mirror called Arrods has dissipated the image and turned into words.

It required Leonard Mitchell to answer a question, and if he lied or refused to answer, he would be punished severely.

Leonard was inexplicably nervous, put away his usual idleness, and quietly waited for the question.

A few seconds later, he saw the bloody words change and take shape one after another:

"Do you have boarding on you..."

Just halfway through the question, Leonard's pupils shrank rapidly, his back was tense, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

If it wasn't for the cover of the blood-stained silver armor, others would have been able to detect his abnormality.

At this moment, his left palm shook inexplicably.

The silver magic mirror trembled suddenly, and the bright red words were strangely and covertly stained with a little green. If they hadn't been staring at the mirror and paying full attention, it would be difficult for others to notice the slight to extreme change in color.

Those words continued to squirm, changing the previous question:

"Are there marks on your body that you cannot tell others?"

"Yes, that imprint exists in my memory." Leonard replied calmly, but his body inside the blood-stained silver armor felt fatigued after being highly tensed and then suddenly relaxed.

This mirror is too dangerous... I actually noticed it right away! Fortunately, after such a long time, the old man has recovered a little... he thought with dry lips.

Soest took out his pocket watch, pressed it open and glanced at it, and said to Leonard in the blood-stained silver armor:

"There is still time, you will lead the next action!"

"Yes, Captain Soest." Leonard secretly breathed out.

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Dock area, Backlund Shipyard.

Patrick Jason Beria entered the reserved cabin.

He looked out the window, observed the sky filled with light mist, silently counting the time.

After a while, he quickly took off his hat, took off his clothes, and stretched out his hand to pull off the outer layer of human skin!

And under the human skin was a beautiful woman, in her early thirties, with deep eyebrows and eyes, not the brown-haired and brown-eyed man Klein saw in "Dream Divination"!

The woman took out her clothes, put them on in an orderly manner, and quickly became a charming and charming stunner.

Finally, she found a fist-sized stone statue from the bottom of the suitcase, wrapped it tightly with the peeled off layer of human skin, and tied a knot.

After all this was done, the riverboat had traveled a certain distance. She opened the window and threw Patrick Jason's human skin along with the stone statue onto the river.

thump!

The human skin tied with heavy objects sank rapidly.

The woman clapped her hands, closed the window, carried the suitcase, and changed to a spare cabin.

Then, she sat by the window of the new cabin, resting the table on her elbows, resting her face on her hands, and looked out leisurely.

After an unknown amount of time, she saw a strong wind blowing in mid-air, blowing away the mist.

The corners of her mouth curled up, and she smiled brightly.

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In Jorwood District, in a luxurious villa-type house not far from the Holy Wind Cathedral.

Pallas Nigan, with a bloated waist and gray eyes, hugged the mistress who came up to him. It was a beautiful girl with a bit of innocence on her face.

There were two people following him, one was a middle-aged man in a black tuxedo, with brown hair and blue eyes, expressionless, he was the Extraordinary guard provided by the Church of the Storm, a Sequence 6 "Wind Blessed One".

The other is the secretary of Duke Negan.

He is a slender young man with blond hair and delicate features. He looks refined, calm and introverted. His biggest shortcoming is that his hairline has receded beyond his age.

As for the other guards, or security personnel, they were scattered outside the house.

When they went up to the second floor, the "Father of the Wind" rushed in and checked the bedroom before Duke Negan entered, while Duke Negan's secretary was in charge of searching the surrounding rooms.

After confirming that there was no problem, they nodded to Duke Negan, indicating that he could continue.

"My emotions have almost calmed down." Duke Negan said half-jokingly.

His mistress happily responded:

"Then we can have a good chat, and I'd love to hear what you said about your time at sea."

"I hope you will have that spirit in the end." Duke Negan entered the bedroom with his mistress in his arms, and closed the door with his heels.

His secretary and the "Father of the Wind" entered the rooms on both sides respectively, without any slack.

In the attic of this house.

A man in a dark overcoat sat on an old chair, his eyes half closed, not knowing what he was sensing, he smiled and shook his head from time to time.

He has curly brown hair and cold brown eyes. He is exactly the one Klein has seen in "Dream Divination"! And the suitcase at his feet was missing one.

"It's really brave, such a strong desire... This doesn't meet my judgment of him, it seems that he has taken the corresponding medicine... This is really very cooperative... Hehe, how did they want to get Patrick Jason Beria It's two people..." The man raised his face slightly, as if intoxicated.

"It's almost here... this is the time!"

He suddenly clenched his right hand, as if he was holding someone's heart tightly!