Chapter 137 Demon Messenger

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It was just dawn on Friday morning and the newsboys were already running around.

Richard, who went out to buy lunch for the children at school, saw this and bought a copy of today's "Backlund Daily".

It was still early, so he found a seat in a cafe and ordered a mushroom soup and a sandwich. Opening the newspaper, my pupils suddenly shrank——

"The kingdom's army was attacked by terrorists, and medium-sized armed fighting broke out in the southern continent colonies"

Richard frowned and endured both physical and psychological discomfort to read the report carefully.

The general idea is that a large-scale armed fight took place in a medium-sized colonial city in the southern continent last night, and at least a hundred people participated. These armed terrorists who launched a surprise attack attacked the garrison of the Kingdom of Loen. After being caught off guard at first, the garrison soldiers quickly reorganized their troops, fought bravely, and finally repelled the terrorists after paying a huge price.

The identity of the terrorists has been identified. They are the Highland Kingdom Resistance Army related to the cult "Rose School" and some members of Bailang's "Restoration Association". This was a premeditated military action that seriously endangered the Loen soldiers. As well as the life safety of the Loen people in the colony.

To this end, Loen's garrison has issued a statement to the country that it will soon encircle and suppress nearby strongholds, striving to severely hit the terrorists in the southern continent and the remnants of the previous dynasty who intend to destroy peace, and regain safety for the people of the southern and northern continents. environment.

After reading the report, Richard took a deep breath and put down the newspaper, feeling a little nauseous.

"The disaster that Admissor foresees is definitely not going to happen two months later..." Temperance Angel murmured to himself. There was a hint of ferocity in his expression, and he was clearly aware of something. "This report is obviously a warning." Came with me."

The cult "Rose School" actually does not appear in newspapers many times, and is only widely circulated in the extraordinary world. After all, their activity area is far away in the Southern Continent. Unlike the Aurora Society, which has followers in various countries, it may also pose a threat to the safety of citizens and even the country.

But this time it is obviously different. It is just a sparse and common vicious revenge on the garrison in the southern continent. It actually focuses on the deeds of the Rose School of thought and the resistance army. It is obvious that it wants to attract the attention of certain people.

——For example, a certain cult leader who cares about the independence of the Highland Kingdom and is not currently in the Southern Continent.

"Someone wants me to go back."

"But it's only my second day here."

The people behind the scenes were too anxious. In other words, disaster is likely to occur during this period of time.

After thinking about the joints, Richard regained his composure. Just at this time, the waiter also brought soup and sandwiches. After thanking him, Richard began to think quietly about how to deal with this matter.

On one side are the people of the East District, and on the other are the colonies and the resistance forces under Si'a who are about to become terrorists. In fact, he has no choice. If he cannot make a decision as soon as possible, maybe in two days, the headlines of the newspapers will be about the annihilation of many rebels.

What is about to happen in the East End is somewhat intriguing...

Richard quickly formulated a plan to get rid of the food in a hurry. After leaving the cafe, he went to the nearby Maria's processing plant. While walking on the road, Richard suddenly felt spiritually touched.

With the help of the expanded field of vision of this magical item, he saw a not very tall person secretly observing him in the blind spot behind him.

After being glanced at by Him, the little man suddenly turned back into the darkness.

In the dark alley, Xio clung to the wall in confusion, feeling the flash of warning on the target he had just monitored and his own spiritual warning of blooming flowers, and couldn't help but take a breath of air.

"MI9 asked me to pay attention to the movements of such a strong man? Even if his reward is one of the main ingredients of the "Interrogator" potion, I dare not continue..."

"This Fusac spy looks very simple! Is he a strong man from the Fusac Intelligence Agency? What do you want to do in Loen?"

Anyway, the contact person has already told me the two main materials, so I’d better give up on this task and collect it myself.

Feeling that the target was gradually leaving his observation range, Xio relaxed a little. She made up her mind to tell her contact person that she was giving up the observation mission because her goal was beyond her capabilities.

That's at least a mid-level, or even higher. However, why is the gap in strength so big, and the coordinator dares to let him accept the task? Is it because they have too many low-sequence informants, and it doesn't matter if they lose one or two... Xio clicked her tongue and clenched her fists angrily.

On the other side, Richard pushed back all the eyeliners approaching him, turned into the alley, and then penetrated the wall in the state of a resentful soul, appearing directly in the guard room of the processing plant.

Gavin Lid, the "living zombie" who was polishing parts, instantly felt that the living zombie in the guard room had lost contact with him. He immediately felt that an enemy was coming. He was about to rush out when another living zombie stood beside him and was working. Suddenly she reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

Gavin Leed suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

The living corpse was an old middle-aged man. He smiled at him first, and then said seriously: "I have requisitioned your living corpse."

After saying that, the living corpse returned to Gavin Lid's induction, let go of his hand, and continued to polish the parts expressionlessly.

This... he finally understood. In all likelihood, a powerful person with a higher ranking than himself in the organization had commandeered his living corpse. Since he couldn't resist, he accepted the reality and continued to tighten the screws comfortably.

In the small guard room, Richard appeared on the window glass in a state of resentment, lighting a match, while the living corpse in uniform squatted down, closed his eyes, and whispered in ancient Hermetic language:

"I!

"In the name of Richard Ernst I summon:

"The spirit that lingers in the void, the War Bishop's scout, the messenger of Traynor Solon Vaughn alone."

Woo!

The wind blew suddenly, the flames turned dark green, and the surroundings suddenly felt cold.

A slender white-gloved tabby cat jumped out from the corner of the shadows, looked up at Richard, and complained in his heart with anger but no words:

You also know that I am the messenger that "exclusively" belongs to that guy?

"Riel, I need to ask you for a favor this time."

Riel shook his fur and made a very humane expression of "benefit" on the cat's face: "You say it."

"I hope you will go to Bayam in the Rhoside Islands and ask the person in charge, Garland, about the current situation of the Spiritual Order and the Highland Kingdom Resistance Army." A piece of paper floated out of Richard's pocket, which was from the newspaper. The cropped report said, "Go and ask him when this happened, and if he has more detailed information on the number of personnel and number of participants on both sides. Come back and tell me after asking."

"Okay, are there any more?" The piece of paper floated in front of Riel. Riel glanced at it twice. He was not very interested in human beings killing each other, but he still folded the paper and put it away.

"No more. Remember to say hello to Traynor for me."

Riel responded, twisted his body and jumped lightly into the shadow, disappearing into the material world in an instant. The flame in Richard's hand returned to normal, and he quietly disappeared from the glass of the guard room and appeared in a corner outside the east area.

The Temperance Angel tugged on his collar, stepped out of the corner, and headed to the nearby bakery.

The living corpse of the guard fell to the ground in a half-kneeling position. Then, he opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and looked around cautiously.

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Riel stepped briskly into the spirit world, roaming and taking a walk. He soon crossed the cities and coasts in the material world and arrived in the spirit world area corresponding to Bayam.

From the perspective of the spiritual world, in the orphanage of the Ernst Foundation, the one surrounded by the undead and the pale aura is the "gatekeeper" Garland. Not far away, there is a bloated humanoid figure with spiritual brilliance outwards. There is no doubt that it is the little fat man Sharf Maxwell who often comes to eat.

Traynor's side has ended the pretense of Scharf's whereabouts, successfully blaming everything on human trafficking and followers of the cult "Original Moon." In addition, Sharf himself was just a Sequence 6 "craftsman". He was alone when he disappeared and did not have the Sealed Artifact of the Sheep Church, so his disappearance was not a big deal.

Even Bonova Gustave, who was responsible for managing Russell's descendants, has now given up the search and ended the pursuit of responsibility.

Riel jumped out of the spirit world and suddenly appeared on the wooden box in front of Garland De.

Garland De was surprised for a moment and then adjusted his facial expression: "Hello."

This respectful attitude made Riel feel comfortable all over - being able to show off in front of people who are inferior to him, who wants to face people who are higher than him all day long?

So Demon Cat proudly raised his chin, handed the report cutout he was carrying to Garland De, and asked casually: "Do you know anything about this?"

The gatekeeper took the report seriously, read it seriously, and replied with a hint of ferocity in his serious expression: "I know more details, including the causes and consequences."

Riel raised his paw: "Write it down."

"There is a detailed report here, and I originally planned to report it to the leader."

Garland brought several pieces of information and meticulously reported to the Devil's Messenger: "The raid happened the day before yesterday. Because the main force was the indulgent rebels and some members of the Restoration Congress, I did not report it immediately. I chose to contact the Spiritual Religion Group to obtain further information. I only found out the specific related events last night."

Riel's attention has drifted to Garland De's desk, because it noticed that there seemed to be pearls of good quality there.

"The cause of this incident is that the armed forces of the Restoration Congress led by Her Majesty the Queen successfully broke through the Loen army last week and temporarily occupied more than half of Aldera, the third largest city in Balam. Currently, Aldera has entered a wartime state. , conventional intelligence methods cannot get in, but we can know that tense confrontations and street fighting are taking place inside, and the blockade has not been lifted until today."

"This can be regarded as a relatively good victory for the Restoration Congress in recent years. It has boosted the momentum, so rebels from all over the country have also heard about it."

"The reports say that the conflict that broke out with the Highland Resistance Army was not the Loen garrison, but a sophisticated force. They wanted to go around to the rear of the Restoration Congress to carry out strategic strikes, attack villages or strongholds, and force the main leaders of the Restoration Congress to The fighting forces turned around and returned to the defense, but encountered the indulgent rebels near the colonial city of Intis. Soon after they exchanged fire, the surrounding members of the Restoration Association also reacted. The two factions had the same concept of resisting the Northern Continent, so they formed A melee broke out between the two parties.”

"The highest number of participants in the battle is Sequence 5, and the demigods haven't joined, so it's not too serious."

As a cat, Riel doesn't care much about the writing style of human newspapers. As a demon, Riel was intrigued by the melee described by Garland, and thought about sneaking in to sharpen his claws and have some fun.

"Does that mean the report is actually false?" it said.

Garland frowned slightly: "It's hard to say. But once the scale of the conflict intensifies, the resistance forces in the southern continent will immediately be at a disadvantage. Her Majesty the Queen may just use this occupation to force Roen to replace the governor of Aldera. Or modify some of the treaty content, because human trafficking there is so serious that entire villages have disappeared together.”

"Of course, Her Majesty the Queen has radical ideas and many supporters. It is entirely possible for her to liberate Aldera in one fell swoop."

It's just that it's hard to guarantee how long it will take to be liberated... Garland sighed inexplicably.

Riel yawned and stood up: "Give me all the information." The papers flew up on their own, getting smaller and smaller, and then fell into the hair on its body, "Do you have anything else to say? "

"Her Majesty the Queen wishes to order another batch of light machine guns and heavy machine guns from Lord Traynor."

"Any more?"

"No, thank you for your trouble." Garland immediately took out a pearl the size of a little fingernail from the drawer. Riel looked at it for a moment and accepted it with satisfaction.

It shook its tail as a farewell, and then jumped off the wooden box. In the process, its body took on an illusory appearance, and then it fell silkily into the shadow and entered the spiritual world.

"Both of them have something to say to Traynor..." Demon Cat yawned and took a step forward, "Then I'll go back to find him first."

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Traynor was guarding the pan-fried salmon in the pot, when suddenly his eyes blurred and a piece of salmon was missing.

The war bishop looked at a special wooden shelf in the kitchen, and sure enough he saw his messenger lying on it and starting to eat fish pieces.

He naturally touched the bottle next to him and poured some goat milk on the empty plate: "Did Richard summon you away?"

"You disappeared for three hours."

Riel ate the fish happily: "Is it lunch time?"

"Soon."

"There are three more servants missing from the house." Cat said, "They have all been fired. If this continues, you will have to cook by yourself. Your Majesty, Viscount, is it a bit too disrespectful for Your Majesty the Saint to cook for you yourself?"

"Ah. Father was promoted to the first rank, and now his whereabouts are unknown. If I don't prepare to leave, the next summons from the church will be God's punishment." Part of the mansion and fields have been sold secretly and turned into cash and jewelry. They were stored in several bank accounts abroad. Half of the servants in the manor were disguised as marionettes. Traynor, who cooked by himself, was in a very calm mood. "What can I do for you, Richard?"

Riel jumped down from the wooden shelf, landed quietly on the marble countertop, dipped his paws in some goat milk, and then licked his paws:

"The Southern Continent Resistance Army is fighting with the Northern Continent again, and the fighting seems to be fierce and chaotic."

"You want to participate?"

"I want to play."

"Okay, you go ahead." War Bishop said, "Choose your target and don't leave any traces."

It suddenly became happy, spoke faster and briefly summarized the cause and effect, and finally added: "The Pale Queen of the Spiritual Religion wants to purchase another batch of machine guns."

"The Restoration Association finally made a profit on the frontal battlefield. It seems that the Pale Queen also took advantage this time, and the Gatling and submachine guns did catch the Loen people off guard." The arms dealer said to himself, "Okay, let's turn around. Place an order with the military factory in the Southern Continent and discuss the details later.”

"This time, the Loen people and the Southern Continent people fought near the Intis colony? There is actually no news in the country. Could it be that they were suppressed? It seems that some diplomatic incidents are inevitable... This is a big problem for the Sauron family. Good opportunity. I stole the difference machine intelligence before and exposed myself. Now I have reason to scold him diplomatically."

Those guys will definitely want to go further, such as replacing the governor of that colonial city... Huh, they will definitely not succeed. After thinking about it, Traynor had no intention of helping the family. He turned around and revealed this information to the family to see how they would react.

The salmon was fragrant, and Traynor skillfully poured white wine into it to remove the fishy smell and enhance the aroma. He squeezed in half a lemon, and added some minced onions, rosemary and cream according to his own preference.

"Whatever happens over there in Loen has nothing to do with me. Compared to the Southern Continent, it is more practical for Richard to worry about himself."

Riel tried hard to look away from the fragrant salmon in the pot, feeling that the raw fish pieces in his mouth were no longer fragrant: "He asked me to say hello to you on His behalf."

"You want me to temporarily monitor a slum in Loen on his behalf? He also thinks too much of me."

"If I were that capable, I wouldn't be able to stay in Intis."

Traynor spoke calmly. He scooped up a piece of fragrant salmon and placed it on the plate of goat milk that had been drunk in front of Riel:

"I'm going to get the 'faceless doll'. You can bring it to Richard later."

TBC

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I'm done with what I'm doing for now, I'll update it tomorrow.