Chapter 643 The Person Who Freed the Host
For some reason, the church seems to be envied by others.
So Bertrandez asked out of curiosity, "Are you really that trusting?"
"Of course~" The mage seemed a little proud, his words tinged with amusement, "Even an FBI rat couldn't resist being brainwashed."
"The more those foolish organizations send people into the church, the more our church members will grow."
He spoke casually, seemingly not at all concerned about telling them these things.
"Brainwashing?" Bertrand's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of excitement crossing them. "How do you manage to brainwash so many people? Do you use machines? Do you have dedicated personnel?"
"Huh?" The mage looked extremely puzzled and shocked. "Don't your members brainwash each other? No wonder there are so many undercover agents!"
Gin: "..."
Vermouth: "Heh..."
I feel offended.
The mage seemed to realize he'd asked an awkward question, so he chuckled twice and then eagerly inquired, "Need any help? I can help you identify if there's a spy among your members~"
Bertrand raised an eyebrow slightly, directly refusing. A dark glint appeared in his eyes as he gave the other person a wicked smile. "We're not so useless that we need other organizations to help us catch mice, are we? I feel like you're a little doubtful of my abilities, my sorcerer brother."
"How could that be? I still have high hopes for the three of you here." The mage shrugged and said, then paused and pointed outside the safe house. "Those three lifeless dolls are also quite good."
"Thank you for the compliment!" Bertrand smiled broadly.
At first glance, the two of them looked like a relaxed older brother and an innocent and adorable younger brother sitting face to face chatting.
The magician paused for a moment, then raised his hand and ruffled the hair of the child in front of him.
"Alright~ I have some tasks to do, so I'll be leaving now. Kids should go to bed early, or they won't grow tall."
Bertrand's eyes widened at his words, and he slapped away the hand that was ruffling his hair. "Don't talk to me like that."
"Okay, goodbye then."
It seems the mage came all this way just to take a look, chatted with Bertrand, and then left.
After he left, Vermouth smoothed her hair and looked at Bertrand, who had a deep expression on his face. "Sweetheart, did you find anything?"
Bertrand shook his head upon hearing this, then shrugged and spread his hands. "Not at all. It seems he really did just come by casually. As for why he knows about this safe house, I think... if they wanted to, they could easily find out the locations of all our safe houses."
"While we don't know if he did it intentionally or unintentionally, we did at least get some information about the church."
As he spoke, Bertrand climbed into the cupboard, pulled out a can of lemon tea, took a straw, sipped the tea, and continued speaking.
"I think the godfather he's talking about is the church's boss."
"But I'm really curious about the size of the church."
He took a sip of his drink, then bit the straw and opened his mouth.
"Alright, don't worry about it so much. Sweetheart, you should go brush your teeth and go to bed." Vermouth smiled helplessly, got up and walked over to him, taking the lemon tea that was now only half full from his hand.
"Ah, okay."
Bertrand still had the straw in his mouth. As soon as Vermouth took the straw away, he got up and ran back to his room.
After putting the half-empty can of lemon tea away, Vermouth left the safe house.
Before she left, Behringer, who was leaving the area, happened to meet a dark-skinned blond man on the road.
The other person just happened to be here; after all, he didn't know about safe house number 39.
However, when the two met, Behfinger did not try to hide it and simply passed by each other openly.
Furthermore, Amuro Tooru was aware that he was a member of the church.
He frowned slightly, puzzled.
Why are church members here?
Behefinger passed by easily, easily changed his skin, easily found a place to rest, and was then easily woken up by a message, and put on the church skin again to go to work with heavy resentment.
Who is it this time who fails to keep their promise?
Aren't church members human beings?
...
It was getting early, but the outside was still shrouded in a gray and hazy light.
Qianzhu sat on the bed, his face pale. He held his forehead with one hand, closed his eyes, and breathed heavily.
The weather was still cold, but he did not choose to turn on the heating.
Turning on the heater made it even harder for him to sleep.
Even if it's not open, it's not much worse.
Qianzhu coughed lightly, feeling a tightness in her chest, so she got up and opened the window. The cold wind, carrying icy snowflakes, immediately rushed into the room.
Looking out the window at the vast expanse of white snow, Qianzhu's eyes were indifferent.
Although they are known as the Three Friends of Winter, they don't necessarily survive the harsh winter, right?
A slight smile curved the corners of his mouth.
For example, dying prematurely due to external forces.
He grabbed a coat and put it on, then went straight to his desk, sat down, turned on the lamp, took out his sketchbook, and scribbled on it.
He drew a person, but his face was blurry and indistinct, and it could only be vaguely seen that he was a man.
Qianzhu's gaze fell on his face, and she was slightly lost in thought before a gentle smile appeared on her lips.
01 was stunned for a moment when it saw him like this as soon as it came out of the system space.
It drifted to the side and looked at the contents of the sketchbook.
01 scratched his head in confusion, unable to recognize who this was, but subconsciously searched his mind for the people Rong Qian had met in his previous life.
None of them are correct.
But not entirely.
01 thought of the mysterious person shrouded in a black cloak who killed Rong Qian's parents.
But that's impossible, isn't it?
That's impossible, right?!
01 swallowed hard, then cautiously asked Qianzhu, "Master, who did you draw?"
"he?"
Qianzhu smiled gently, her fingertip touching the face of the person in the painting. "He is... the one who freed me."
01: !! !
[The one who freed the host...?]
It even doubted that it had misheard, so it hesitated and checked again.
"Yes, that's right, the one who freed me."
Qianzhu chuckled, closed the sketchbook, and then patted 01, who was startled and bristling.
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