Chapter 08: Land of Sighs (8)

Several people sat around the long table in the conference room, wearing masks that concealed their faces. They sat upright and looked at the speaker at the same time. They listened quietly before expressing their opinions one after another, arguing endlessly about the opinions they opposed and supported.

"The Imperial Capital has locked down the location of the organization's base in the Evil Stream District. They are preparing to send two raiders to destroy it in one fell swoop. It is not yet clear how many level six warriors will accompany them."

The spokesperson was the deputy director of the Origin Tracing Intelligence Department. He first explained the information he had collected so far, and then analyzed: "A head-on confrontation will cost most of our manpower. A better way is to hide ourselves. Perhaps we can pretend to be unaware and then fight back. This is also a strategy."

"Relocating all bases is too deliberate. It will easily arouse suspicion from the Imperial Capital. It's better to endure the pain for a while than to lose everything."

The authority at the front of the long table tapped the table with his fingers to signal for silence. He was wearing the only black and gold uniform and his voice was deep and powerful: "Relocate as much as possible. In an emergency, give up directly. The 'Performer' will detect the enemy's changes."

"The Imperial Capital may have anticipated that we would pretend to lure the enemy, and there is also the 'Archives' organization to hinder it. We are the ones who will lose more than we gain."

The meeting then focused on the key points of the relocation of the Elu District. Until the result was finalized, someone suddenly spoke up and raised everyone's concerns.

"Four years have passed, and there is still no news from 'White Crane'."

"Will the leader come back?"

The atmosphere fell into a brief stagnation. Yu Bufeng raised his eyes and glanced at the phantom in the corner who was watching with interest. Their eyes met and then retracted for a moment. "No news is the best news. It means that the top leaders of the imperial capital have not discovered her yet. This is part of the success of the 'White Crane' plan, and we need to trust it."

"Don't stop no matter what. She doesn't want to see you disrupt your rhythm because of worry. There is no turning back on this road, and we have no possibility of stopping."

"She has already prepared for this."

As soon as the meeting ended, the phantom walked out of the darkness, and followed Yu Bufeng taking advantage of the fact that no one else could see her. She raised a cheerful laugh and teased him intentionally, "Sir, your words are really clever. I didn't know I was such a great man."

Yu Bufeng ignored her teasing and asked, "Shouldn't you be busy dealing with those people in the imperial capital? How come you still have time to come here?"

"I came to let you know I'm safe. The cake is well painted. It's good that you can still be so calm if something really happens to me."

"Let's go."

The phantom's "eyes" opened silently the moment it disappeared.

It was a thin single eye, with strange and complicated iris patterns, as if the abyss was staring at it, or like an ancient pattern carrying distant memories, staring at everything coldly, forming a distorted and weird contrast with the almost pale skin. The

supernatural mark located on the wrist of the night watcher.

An existence that others could not pay attention to.

At this time, the night watcher was sitting in the office of the Chief Inspector of the Inspection Institute, playing tricks on others.

"How is your body recovering?" Cecil condescended to pour a cup of tea in person and handed it to the night watcher, speaking with concern and sincerity, "Tell me if you need anything."

I would rather you disappear. The night watcher wore a false smile, which was a perfect mask, and she had already been able to control it at will.

"Zhe Shu cares about you very much."

Seeing Shouye raise his eyelids to look at him, Cecil picked up the gilded cup slowly and gracefully, his gestures revealing the upbringing of a good family. Even the Procuratorate, which symbolizes justice, has most members from powerful families. "The close relationship between the executive officer and the assistant officer can easily arouse the suspicion of the royal family, so I didn't let her see you."

You don't want me to meet her, afraid that I will poach the assistant officer of your Procuratorate.

Shouye understands this man's hypocritical character thoroughly. If the royal family relies on the support of the old system, and the executive officer relies on the top strength and the recommendation of the nobles, then the Procuratorate gains the hearts of the people and the emerging forces.

Especially the Chief Inspector of the Inspection Bureau, he deceived many people, and the people foolishly believed that this big-tailed wolf was sincerely seeking benefits for them.

But it is interesting to deal with such people.

The night watchman did not say anything, but asked him: "The royal family did not touch Yi Zi, so you stepped in?"

The royal family might be reluctant to kill Yi Zi, who was also a leader among the looters, but they would never let him cause chaos.

"It's just a piece of cake."

Cecil suddenly stood up and moved closer, his deep purple pupils blooming with alluring flowers. He raised his finger, and the spirit snake with deep red eyes on the silver ring was lifelike, as if it was about to spit out its tongue and touch the mole under her eyelid. "But it took me a lot of effort. I have a small request, and I believe your Excellency will not refuse."

"My dear, your eyes are very beautiful. Even the priceless treasures sunk in the depths of the sea cannot compare to them. I like them the most." "

Can you give this to me as a gift after you die? This will be my most precious work of art."

Watchman was no exception to this madman's obsession. When they first met, Cecil praised her eyes as the most beautiful and irreplaceable he had ever seen, and asked her with interest if she was willing to exchange them.

Of course she wouldn't agree.

Sometimes she even suspected that Cecil might have seen through her supernatural power. After all, his love for her eyes could be described as fanatical.

- And her supernatural power was related to the eyes.

"Then I hope you can live to see that day."

A joyful laugh rang out wantonly, the vertical pupil on her wrist turned and closed again, the tip of her boots tapped the ground, stepping on the dried blood impatiently. She casually swept across the cold body on the ground, the inverted cross earrings swaying in the gaps between her black hair.

Coming from the noble inspection house to the land of blood was like accidentally entering another country.

The whole wide space was filled with a strong breath, bright red liquid flowed, blood flowed into channels, and life was being taken away indifferently. She remained unmoved, her gaze shifted to the silent figure in the center, the man raised his eyelashes and looked at her, his eyes were the same pure and sinful deep red, reflecting the cross earrings.

"Yi Zi." She called lazily, calling her pet vicious dog.

"Come here."

The distance between them was getting closer and closer, the deliberately slowed footsteps in the silent space were extremely oppressive, and the red eyes that could not be looked directly at were like the color of the entire sea of ​​blood. Finally,

the stomping sound stopped in front of the night watchman, and the blood beads hidden in Yi Zi's red hair rolled down as he knelt on one knee on the ground.

"'Gui Yi' hurt you."

The young man's deep voice was slightly hoarse, and he was tamed and obedient for her. There was a brand mark on the black necklace around his neck. He looked up at her with burning eyes, "If the executive officer of the first district dares to do this, he should be ready to use the entire first district to atone for his sins."

Watchman leaned over and stroked his face, the corners of his lips slowly raised.

"Good boy."

She seemed to be praising his loyalty, turning a blind eye to his bigotry and distortion.

"Good boy."

This is the "rules" of the first district, and many of those who died in the rage of the executive building were subordinates of the department under the jurisdiction of "Return to One".

What a pity, it seems that they have to select new people in advance. Watchman thought indifferently.

She took Yi Zi back. The young man's posture still revealed a tense uneasiness. Shouye reached out and touched his head soothingly, and said casually: "If anyone from the inspection institute or the executive officer comes to visit in the next few days, please inform me in advance. I will not see anyone else except Temera."

"Yes."

Yi Zi left obediently. The little jellyfish on Shouye's shoulder jumped down. Uros seemed to have expected what she was going to do, and sank into the shadow under her, just silently accompanying her.

The next second, "Shouye" became "Dorota".

In the private area where few people set foot, the young man with closed eyes fell into a deep sleep again, and the girl replaced the phantom with her real body to welcome the sunset, and the fireworks and clouds formed a picture.

The time difference between the imperial capital and the fifteenth district often brings unexpected surprises.

She sat up from the sofa and simply moved her tired limbs. The feeling just now was very novel. The exchange of souls in two bodies was like taking a short nap, opening her eyes, and becoming another her.

When Yu Bufeng walked into the lounge, the Deathbird was still on his arm. Its connection with Dorota was based on the soul. Even if the night watchman changed his appearance, it would not prevent it from recognizing its owner.

The Deathbird kept circling Dorota, as if it had changed from a bird to a dog that would wag its tail when it saw its owner.

"Go to Slane College, remember to hide."

Dorota, who had taken a day off for personal reasons, returned to the dormitory at a time when You Bai was not there. She knew the real-time locations of most of the members of the Tracing Source, so it was not difficult for her to avoid You Bai.

Her match was scheduled for the afternoon, the last match of the initial screening, and it was just time for dinner after the match.

The competition venue was on another campus. Dorota changed into her combat uniform and walked slowly to the stadium. The foundation of the stadium was raised, and the grid-like structure half-wrapped the curved building. The special glass cage on the top formed a completely enclosed space.

The competition venue was built by Slane College at a huge cost.

She found the channel for her match and entered her iris data. After the identity was successfully recognized, the sensor door opened automatically, and the wide competition stage appeared in front of her.

Different awakeners gathered in the circular viewing area. The "dark horse senior exchange student" was indeed a good attraction. Although there were many competitions in the same period, it was still full.

A polite handshake before the game is essential. Dorota cooperated by extending her hand, but the black-haired young man opposite her did not move at all. He just asked impatiently: "Your name is Dorota, right? What's your family name?"

"..."

Dorota put her hand down. The rule was broken, so she naturally would not actively defend it. What's more, the other party did not look like a good person. She showed a reluctant and friendly smile, which was full of sarcasm. "Why should I tell you?"

"You..." The black-haired young man with mandarin eyes took a step back in angrily. He sneered, "The children of the big families really look down on us small nobles."

"Don't be too arrogant, or you'll lose face."

The North Star earrings on the young man's ears swayed, accompanied by the sound of a blast, smoke spread, and a vague figure was outlined in the dust. He stood in the center, overlooking the entire venue from a high position.

"Come out."

The short boots stepped across the floor, and the black-haired young man with long hair tied low turned to look at the girl standing on the edge of the platform. He was not surprised. It would be strange if she was so easy to deal with.

The duel of Slane College did not care about life and death.

The black-haired young man raised his hand again, and explosions rang out one after another.

But his ability was not explosion.

Hiding in the smoke, Dorota looked down at his feet. The steel frame of the arena was full of fire. The bomb was placed on the back, quietly waiting for the opportunity to detonate. This kind of explosives has long been outdated, but his ability is just right for it.

It is not uncommon for small tricks to appear in competitions, and the upper echelons explain this as being able to properly train students' abilities.

A truly strong person will not lose to a ridiculous person.

Probing? Dorota looked at the sudden cut on the explosives and stepped back a few steps to avoid it. It seems that this man was used as a gun by the school.

And his real ability is...

[Splitting].