Chapter: 2090
Hold back your thoughts,
Wearing pajamas, he walked to the door of the bedroom and asked Richardson, the personal servant, to come in and change his clothes.
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Underground of St. Samuel's Church.
As usual, Leonard Mitchell pressed the back of the chair and put his feet on the table.
There was nothing abnormal on his surface, but he was thinking about Amon in his heart.
Ever since he learned that he had arrived in Backlund, the parasitic Pales Zarathustra became unusually silent. He was no longer as active as usual, and would actively speak and give opinions.
If he hadn't been able to get an answer when he asked, Leonard would have even wondered if the old man had sneaked away by himself and found someone else to parasitize.
While thoughts were rushing, the captain of their "red gloves", the deacon of the Nighthawks, Soest walked in.
"Anything out of the interrogation?" "What's the result?" "The "red gloves" who were doing their own things in the room turned their eyes to the door one after another.
Late last night, they had just completed a mission and captured the three members of the Spiritual Sect who had been chasing them for a long time. Now they are waiting for the results of the interrogation.
Soest looked around with a serious expression and said: "We have made a lot of contributions, but this is not a good thing.
"According to the confessions of the three members of the Spiritual Sect and the information collected by the church in the past, we can preliminarily judge that the Spiritual Sect is divided on whether to resurrect the God of Death or artificial Death, and the latter has made some progress. small gains.
"They are full of hostility towards Ruen and us, and they put part of the experiments on the artificial Death God in Backlund! Yes, their thoughts are the same as your worries now. Even if the experiments fail, they can still severely damage this city. opportunities in the capital."
Leonard recovered from his distracted state in an instant, exchanged glances with Bob, Cindy and the others, and saw the shock and anger in each other's eyes.
At this time, Soest knocked on the table next to him to stop the team members from discussing.
He cleared his throat and said: "Our task now is to go to the Southern Continent to find a few key personnel of the Artificial Death Sect of the Spiritual Cult, based on the clues in the testimony, to investigate how many nails there are left in Backlund, and then send them to the Southern Continent. Pull up one by one.
"For this task, we will get Ms. Daly's assistance, and the church will give her the potion in advance, and help her prepare the ceremony, so that she can become the 'keeper' before departure.
"In addition, the senior deacon in charge of the Southern Continent, His Excellency 'Eye of the Goddess' Ilia, and the local Nighthawks will also provide assistance, give us corresponding sealed items, and conduct an investigation in advance.
"Ladies and gentlemen, go back and rest for a day, get ready and leave tomorrow night."
"Yes, captain!" Bob, Cindy and others stood up and responded.
Leonard stood up, but did not speak. The first thought that flashed in his mind was:
You can take this opportunity to leave Backlund and get rid of Amon's threat!
Back at No. 7 Pinster Street, after closing the door and drawing the curtains, he lowered his voice and said, "Old man, the problem is solved.
"I think the normal transfer of 'Red Gloves' should not arouse Amon's suspicion?"
In his mind, the slightly old voice said slowly: "No."
Leonard could tell that the old man's tone was obviously much more relaxed. With a thought, he thought about it and said, "Should I write to Klein Moretti and tell him that we will be leaving Backlund for a long time? ? After all, he reminded us that Amon has arrived..."
Pallez Zarathustra responded with an unchanged tone: "If you want to write, write."
Leonard exhaled, pulled out a piece of letter paper, and picked up the absorbent pen.
He thought about it for a while, and Shen Wrist wrote: "I have a mission, and I am about to leave Backlund." JrNovels.com
Wearing pajamas, he walked to the door of the bedroom and asked Richardson, the personal servant, to come in and change his clothes.
����
Underground of St. Samuel's Church.
As usual, Leonard Mitchell pressed the back of the chair and put his feet on the table.
There was nothing abnormal on his surface, but he was thinking about Amon in his heart.
Ever since he learned that he had arrived in Backlund, the parasitic Pales Zarathustra became unusually silent. He was no longer as active as usual, and would actively speak and give opinions.
If he hadn't been able to get an answer when he asked, Leonard would have even wondered if the old man had sneaked away by himself and found someone else to parasitize.
While thoughts were rushing, the captain of their "red gloves", the deacon of the Nighthawks, Soest walked in.
"Anything out of the interrogation?" "What's the result?" "The "red gloves" who were doing their own things in the room turned their eyes to the door one after another.
Late last night, they had just completed a mission and captured the three members of the Spiritual Sect who had been chasing them for a long time. Now they are waiting for the results of the interrogation.
Soest looked around with a serious expression and said: "We have made a lot of contributions, but this is not a good thing.
"According to the confessions of the three members of the Spiritual Sect and the information collected by the church in the past, we can preliminarily judge that the Spiritual Sect is divided on whether to resurrect the God of Death or artificial Death, and the latter has made some progress. small gains.
"They are full of hostility towards Ruen and us, and they put part of the experiments on the artificial Death God in Backlund! Yes, their thoughts are the same as your worries now. Even if the experiments fail, they can still severely damage this city. opportunities in the capital."
Leonard recovered from his distracted state in an instant, exchanged glances with Bob, Cindy and the others, and saw the shock and anger in each other's eyes.
At this time, Soest knocked on the table next to him to stop the team members from discussing.
He cleared his throat and said: "Our task now is to go to the Southern Continent to find a few key personnel of the Artificial Death Sect of the Spiritual Cult, based on the clues in the testimony, to investigate how many nails there are left in Backlund, and then send them to the Southern Continent. Pull up one by one.
"For this task, we will get Ms. Daly's assistance, and the church will give her the potion in advance, and help her prepare the ceremony, so that she can become the 'keeper' before departure.
"In addition, the senior deacon in charge of the Southern Continent, His Excellency 'Eye of the Goddess' Ilia, and the local Nighthawks will also provide assistance, give us corresponding sealed items, and conduct an investigation in advance.
"Ladies and gentlemen, go back and rest for a day, get ready and leave tomorrow night."
"Yes, captain!" Bob, Cindy and others stood up and responded.
Leonard stood up, but did not speak. The first thought that flashed in his mind was:
You can take this opportunity to leave Backlund and get rid of Amon's threat!
Back at No. 7 Pinster Street, after closing the door and drawing the curtains, he lowered his voice and said, "Old man, the problem is solved.
"I think the normal transfer of 'Red Gloves' should not arouse Amon's suspicion?"
In his mind, the slightly old voice said slowly: "No."
Leonard could tell that the old man's tone was obviously much more relaxed. With a thought, he thought about it and said, "Should I write to Klein Moretti and tell him that we will be leaving Backlund for a long time? ? After all, he reminded us that Amon has arrived..."
Pallez Zarathustra responded with an unchanged tone: "If you want to write, write."
Leonard exhaled, pulled out a piece of letter paper, and picked up the absorbent pen.
He thought about it for a while, and Shen Wrist wrote: "I have a mission, and I am about to leave Backlund." JrNovels.com
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