Chapter 284 Coincidence

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"First of all, inform the Lady Sword of the Goddess of this information and let her contact the church. Ince Zangwill carrying '0-08' is not something that one of our 'Red Gloves' can deal with."

"Secondly, follow this clue and hope to find out the current location of Ince Zangwill. If he has almost completely lost his rationality and basically acts based on instinct."

"Finally, from now on, always pay attention to every coincidence that happens to you, and report it to me no matter what the cause is!"

Before entering Enmatt Port, Sost said thoughtfully.

"Yes, Captain!" As the "Red Gloves" players responded in unison, Leonard remained silent. He glanced sideways at Daly Simone and found that the "janitor" who claimed to be a psychic also did not speak. , eyes deep.

At the same time, the slightly old voice of Pales Zoroastrian echoed in his mind:

"Haha, looks like I'm about to witness an interesting drama."

What does the old man mean? What is he hinting at? We just decided to investigate Ince Zangwill's purpose, and "0-08" found out? Leonard looked away and suddenly had an idea:

If a dead person secretly conducts relevant investigations, can the perception of "0-08" be avoided?

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In the thick fog, Alfred, who had completely lost contact with his friendly team, kicked open the wooden door of a private house and hid in an empty room. The half-decayed wooden boards hanging in the air made a creaking sound, which made people feel upset.

He is the leader of a small team in the mid-sequence, and is also a key target marked by the "Red of War". When they come together, they will inevitably be attacked by more than one mid-sequence hunter. Hunters can strangely borrow higher-sequence abilities. As long as there is a Sequence 5 in the team, it is equivalent to half of the team having Sequence 5 extraordinary abilities. The Loen soldiers who have been fighting all night cannot resist them.

At the beginning, he still had the strength to fight, but the cunning hunters would hit him a few times and then run away. After slowly injuring all the soldiers he was carrying, they would then jump out and give him a fatal blow - if not for As long as he was in good condition, he wouldn't be able to escape.

He and his only two soldiers hid vigilantly in a corner where the windows and doors could not be seen. Based on the smell in the house, it could be judged that it belonged to the poor area of ​​Behrens.

This is the lower reaches of the port, where garbage and scraps accumulate. It is impossible for soldiers to come here anyway.

"Praise the goddess."

Alfred spoke hoarsely, the fire burned his throat, and he felt excruciating pain when speaking and swallowing.

Another team member followed his example and pointed out the red moon on his chest, while the remaining one hit his chest hard with his fist and said dullly:

"The storm is coming."

They were silent for a while, mourning for their comrades who had just died in the battle, and praying for themselves, praying that they could return alive.

The wooden board was still hanging on the door frame, creaking and swaying in the wind. It shook so disturbingly that the disciple of the storm kicked up and kicked off the remaining half of the door panel, revealing a scene of white mist flowing outside the door.

On the entire battlefield, the sound of a door panel falling to the ground was not loud, but now the existence of the fog greatly weakened everyone's five senses and spiritual intuition, blocking sounds from a certain distance. These crisp sounds made Alfred His eyelids twitched again and again.

The storm believer belatedly realized that his behavior was somewhat inappropriate, and his companion nudged him with his elbow. He quickly walked to Alfred with his head lowered, pretending to admit his mistake.

At this time, a series of footsteps came from the street outside, from far to near, and the ears of the three officers stood up at the same time.

Alfred gave the other two people a look, and the three of them immediately went into a dark corner to hide. Unfortunately, the small house was only a few square meters in size and was filled to the brim by three adult men.

A few minutes later, the footsteps stopped near the house. Then, someone asked in the direction of the window in Rune language:

"Excuse me, is there anyone?"

The pronunciation of Runen language has a Dixi County accent, and the voice sounds like that of a middle-aged man, maybe someone who has not had time to enter the evacuation area and shelter... The three officers exchanged glances, and the believer of the Goddess of the Night shouted outside:

"Who are you? Raise your hands and come to the window!"

His words had an immediate effect, and the footsteps began to move from the corner facing the outside of the house to the place with the windows. A Southern Continental man first appeared at the edge of the window with his hands raised. The officer who believed in the dark night saw the brown skin and almost instinctively raised his gun and pulled the trigger continuously at the Southern Continental man.

Unfortunately, the gun in his hand misfired, and not a single bullet was fired.

Then, the man who looked like a servant from the Southern Continent held his head, and a middle-aged man from the Northern Continent with gray hair on his temples came out from behind the Southern Continental man, raised his hands to his temples, and spoke in a gentle voice:

"I am from Loen. I brought Colonel Calvin's handwriting to deliver supplies to the Loen garrison in Behrens."

Hearing Calvin's name, the officer's gun held high in his hand moved downwards a little, and he still shouted loudly in disbelief:

"Stand there, don't move, and ask your servant to bring the paperwork!"

The gray-haired Northern Continent man nodded, reached into his arms, took out an envelope with a fire seal, and handed it to the servant.

The servant walked up timidly, not daring to look directly at the officer holding the gun, and sent the letter up with his head lowered.

"Go back, go back."

The officer drove the servants away and stared at the two of them. Alfred reached out and took away the letter. He held his breath and opened the letter under the anxious eyes of the subordinates of Faith Storm, carefully read the words above and confirmed Fire seal and final signature and seal.

"It is indeed Colonel Calvin."

Alfred pointed to the signature and message on another page and whispered: "The last time Behrens came, he brought a letter. My family told me that a batch of supplies will indeed be delivered."

He took the initiative to look at the middle-aged man standing outside and asked, "Thank you for coming all the way. What's your name?"

The middle-aged man slowly put down his hand and said with a smile: "Dawn, Dawn Dantès."

After confirming his identity, the officer of Faith Storm hurriedly spoke: "Are you from Loen? How many things did you bring? Do you have any letters? I am from East Chester County..."

His voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke. He looked at the surnames and signatures belonging to the nobles on the letter and fell silent.

"You are from Loen, why didn't you go to the shelter?" Alfred looked at Dawn, who had an extraordinary bearing and exquisite clothes.

“I’ve only just arrived in Behrens.”

Despite the dust, Dawn still maintained his grace: "It's really dangerous here. My servant and I lost our way. We heard the sound and walked over boldly. Fortunately, it was a few officers."

"You just came to Behrens?"

Alfred was stunned, and his expression instantly became serious. A majestic aura emanated from his body. The other two officers involuntarily looked away. Dawn and his servants even took a few steps back, as if they did not dare to go straight. Treat him as such.

"Don't lie! The remaining entrances to Behrens have been blocked. Where did you come in from?"

The power of the law fell on others like a whip. Dao En pressed his temple with one hand and said with a somewhat painful expression:

"I came in from the east... there is a loophole there..."

The eyes of the three officers widened at the same time. They looked at each other in disbelief. Alfred's tone became slightly urgent:

"Isn't there anyone stationed on the east side? How did your goods get in?"

Dawn frowned and struggled to form words:

"There are only some militiamen in the east..."

"My goods arrived in advance... The enemy's high-level officials found me and said..."

Dawn fell into silence, and then slowly spoke: "...Some of the nobles of Loen are willing to use ransom to redeem the captives..."

"He is also... willing to cooperate..."

noble.

The two officers looked at Alfred at the same time, their eyes containing too many emotions. The latter frowned again after a moment of relief, wavering in the choice of honor, dignity and life.

"So the east side was left for us on purpose, huh?"

After Alfred stopped using his extraordinary abilities, the disciples of Storm immediately spoke hurriedly: "This is not a surrender, it is a heroic resistance until the end and unfortunately capture. Alfred, we should go back to the headquarters, others will You need this information, don’t you want to go back? You haven’t been back for almost a year, aren’t your family still waiting for you at home?”

It was clear that this escape route was only for noble children, but he said "we". His tone was quite urgent, but his eyes were fixed on Alfred. Rather than just saving the noble children, he hoped to spread this information as much as possible.

Even though this will cause chaos, as long as those who want to escape can rush to the east and disperse the militia teams, then they may have a greater chance of survival. Even if not...but what if?

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Alfred didn't speak, and the believer in the night scolded him in a low voice after observing his words, but his fingers kept scratching at the hem of his clothes unconsciously, revealing the struggling and tangled emotions in his heart.

"..."

After a full minute, Alfred ended his silence and struggle. He looked at his two subordinates solemnly:

"Can't tell anyone about this."

Then, he looked at the middle-aged man from the Northern Continent who had been silent and quietly observing them, and waved:

"Where are the things you brought stored? Take us there."

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"Sir, this is it."

Klein led them to a locked warehouse. There was some dust on the lock, and it seemed that it had been locked for some time. In order to prove what he said, he took out the matching big key from his pocket and asked Enuni, the secret puppet, to open the big lock.

Klein discovered this warehouse through good luck. When he arrived, the door of the warehouse was open and it was empty. The old caretaker died in his residence, with bullets piercing the thin wooden boards.

Klein found the key and lock from his residence. After opening the door and carrying all the belongings, he randomly found a corpse that could be seen everywhere and fed it to "Wriggling Hungry".

The ground was shaking, there was gunfire rumbling nearby, and some dust fell from time to time in the warehouse. Alfred, who was blond and blue-eyed and looked very similar to Audrey, motioned to his two subordinates. One stared at Klein and his marionette, while the other walked in front and entered the warehouse. Seeing several huge boxes neatly arranged inside, the officer walking in front checked them for a while using some unknown method, and then made a "safety" action.

"My name is Alfred Hall."

The blond officer then turned to Klein, his calm tone filled with expectation: "Is there anything for me?"

"Yes, Mr. Hall."

Klein nodded and said to Secret Puppet Enuni: "Box No. 3."

Then, he controlled the Marionette to nod and bow to him, then walked towards Box No. 3, which was tightly wrapped in linen, and opened the side cover.

Alfred walked over a little faster, not looking at the brand-new clothes, money and daily necessities, but eagerly opened a small box among them and saw a pen and a bottle of ink inside. There were several envelopes bearing the Hall family crest.

With a smile on his face, he suppressed his excitement and took out the letters, and couldn't wait to start reading.

The other two looked at him with great envy.

At this moment, Klein suddenly felt his spirituality moving slightly, and there was a faint sound of prayer in his ears, so he took the initiative to speak: "Sorry, sir, I may need to leave for a while."

"Okay, go ahead."

Alfred spoke, he took off a badge from his body, handed it to Enyuni beside him, and asked for the list in Klein's hand:

"I'll take over these items and deliver them to the people they belong to. You can take my badge and go to the shelter with your servant."

Do you not want me to go to the headquarters and spread the news that "you can leave from the east" to disturb people's hearts... But this is exactly what I want. Although he was relieved, Klein still had to look reluctant and silent. He could not directly sell favors to noble children. This would undoubtedly be a huge loss for a rich man who came here for this purpose. After standing for a long time, he reluctantly left.

After walking far away, Klein flashed into a house, turned on his spiritual vision and played his harmonica. Not long after, he saw the messenger lady walking out of the void and delivering a letter.

"Leonard's..."

While Klein reached out to take it, he asked Reinette Tinichole: "I want to go explore Calderon recently. I have obtained its spiritual world coordinates. I wonder if I can hire you?"

The four blond heads with red eyes of the messenger opened their mouths one after another and said:

"no……"

"I……"

"Can't..."

"Enter."

Unable to enter... Is this a restriction imposed by Calderon City on higher-level creatures in the spiritual world? You have to ask "Red Light" to know the specific reason. However, how did Miss Messenger know that there was such a restriction? She had been there?...Or, was her spiritual intuition telling her so? As her thoughts turned, Klein let out a slow and silent breath.

"I understand, thank you for informing me."

Seeing that he had nothing else to say, Reinette Tinichole turned and returned to the spirit world. This made him confirm that Leonard Mitchell had paid the postage, so he took his other hand out of his pocket and unfolded the letter:

"Ince Zangwill is suspected to have been contaminated by the 'devil' pathway, and may have appeared near the Port of Enmat in the Kingdom of Loen..."

Ince Zangwill... Klein chewed on this name and slowly leaned against the wall.

In the letter, Leonard hoped that he could do some investigation in secret to confirm whether the other party was Ince Zangwill.

"But the problem is, I mentioned last time that '0-08' has a characteristic similar to 'everything must be known'. If you know it, you will be known by it at the same time. Moreover, it is good at arranging coincidences to make people unaware." Just follow its baton without realizing it... In this case, if you want to investigate Ince Zangwill, it will be difficult not to be noticed by '0-08'. Not only is there no chance of success, but it is also easy to expose yourself... …What’s more, the ‘Devil’ has the characteristic of anti-divination. If he has been contaminated, he may also acquire this characteristic…” Klein thought as he sat on a chair. The marionette walked behind and massaged Lift his shoulders.

He read Leonard Mitchell's letter again, hoping to find more clues and usable investigation entry points in those few sentences. But just when he had no clue, a new prayer suddenly echoed in his ears.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Klein boarded the Source Castle and looked up. The new prayer came from the "Hermit", while the previous one was reported by the "Hanged Man" and was made using the extraordinary characteristics of Shatas. The extraordinary items have been obtained and can be sacrificed at any time.

Klein looked at the "Hermit". In the prayer scene, Cattleya was half-kneeling on the thick carpet of the familiar captain's cabin, her eyes closed.

"Dear Mr. Fool, please tell Mr. World on your behalf that I have obtained the 'Sun Bird' and the 'Sacred Radiance Stone' and can trade with the blood of mythical creatures at any time..."

This matter... Klein nodded, and just as he was about to respond, he heard Cattleya make a second report:

"The 'Immortal King' Agaritu seems to be attracted by something unknown, and is approaching Enmat Port. The reason is unknown, but his path is a 'criminal', which may bring some danger to the local area..."

criminal……

Klein's pupils shrank, the "criminal" was the "demon"! The "Immortal King" of the demon path was attracted to Enmat Port. If this is the principle of extraordinary characteristic aggregation at work, it means that there is at least one medium-to-high-sequence thing related to demons in Enmat Port!

"Is it really Ince Zangwill..."

These two pieces of news came so coincidentally that Klein almost immediately committed "0-08PTSD."

"Or is this the beginning of the instinct of the holder of 0-08 Death?"

Klein thought quickly and almost made plans to leave for Enmat Port immediately to investigate.

——But it’s too early, too early. He is only Sequence 5 now and has not yet had the ability to kill demigods. Ince Zangwill appears!

However, this is also a good opportunity... Even if he doesn't do it himself... Klein was touched by his own feeling of powerlessness, but he quickly came out of it, and as a fool, he immediately responded to Mr. "The Hanged Man"'s request to be shelved. Pray and prepare to complete the sacrifice of "Words of the Sea".

TBC

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