chsdbacks Chapter 144 Rosago
Chapter 144 Rosago
Chapter 144 Rosago
Klein wanted to transfer to a boat at the docks in Backlund, travel along the river all the way to Pulitzer Harbor, then stop there until the crisis was over, and then immediately take the boat back to Backlund.
He had already paid six months' rent in Backlund, and leaving now would result in unbearable financial losses. Moreover, he had only just become familiar with Backlund; if he left now, where would he go? Would he drift through this world like a rootless duckweed?
Klein pressed his black top hat as he boarded the ship. He glanced down and saw that the shadow he cast at his feet made it impossible to tell that an extraordinary being was hidden within it.
Even with the ability to see clearly, it's still not very effective.
This is practically the perfect assassin.
He beeped and stood on the railing of the deck, watching the ship slowly sail away from the dock.
The bad news is that it's not a good time to go above the gray fog in this state.
Even though the message notification above the gray fog sounded, he couldn't log in. He could only briefly log in, but it shouldn't be anything serious.
Earl Hall's villa.
Audrey wanted to inform the "Angel" that she had already arranged for someone to assassinate Ambassador Intis, and that the Angel should not worry.
But after waiting for a while, there was still no response from Mr. Fool, which even made Miss Justice wonder if something had happened to Mr. Fool's companion.
Perhaps there's another possibility: Mr. Fool is asleep?
After all, he is a big shot in the mysterious world. His current state is like that of someone who has just woken up from a deep sleep and is full of interest in everything new in this world.
Backlund, West End, Intis Embassy.
A dance party is being held here.
As Intis's ambassador and head of Intis's intelligence network in Backlund, Beckeron naturally had to organize various activities to obtain intelligence about Backlund.
Moreover, he could meet some beautiful women at such a ball, and since it was funded by the Republic of Intis, he was naturally happy to do so.
Chael was also there. Although he had mocked Beckron, it didn't matter. He was attending Ambassador Intis's ball, and even without an invitation, sneaking in would have been easy.
At that moment, he was listening to Becklang eloquently describe the superiority of the Republic of Intis, how the nobility had lost their former status, and how the emerging "third class" and "national representatives" were the true masters of the country.
Shael found it amusing. Although Alger often mocked the administrative system and efficiency of the Kingdom of Rune, it still possessed a level of action comparable to that of a curly-haired baboon.
In the Republic of Intis, 800 members of parliament sat in a room, arguing so loudly that it nearly beat a dog out of its head in their own self-interest. It was quite a fun place.
After the death of Emperor Roselle, Intis's foreign wars were disastrous, but internal power struggles, with factions openly and covertly fighting and sabotaging each other, were commonplace.
This is very close to reality; Intis has lost the "Conquerors" and is left with only a group of "Conspirators".
The various countries of the Northern Continent have an unspoken agreement that the kings of each country cannot exceed the fifth rank. It is unknown whether the Speaker of the Council of Intis can break this restriction.
Theoretically, it's not possible, after all, there was a Russell who did it.
The situation within the Intis Council is most likely beyond saving.
Shael was puzzled as to why the Hunter's Path was circulating so well in the Republic of Intis.
If it's just the first three sequences, it would be good if it stopped at the arsonist in sequence 7 or the provocateur in sequence 8.
But ironically, the potion recipe for Sequence 6 Schemer wasn't that hard to obtain, which made him feel that there was a deep sense of wicked pleasure in it.
As Xia Er read Beckeron's mind, ignoring certain colors, he thought Intis was really awful.
Especially Trier, the capital of Intis, is located underground, which, to put it bluntly, is the "War of the Gods" from an important battle in the "War of the Four Emperors" during the Fourth Age. It must be tough for the people of Trier to live in such a place.
As for Beckeron, he had no idea that his past life was being turned over page by page, like flipping through a book.
At this moment, his attention was focused on the young woman in the dark red dress on the edge of the balcony.
He quickly assessed her appearance; she seemed somewhat unfamiliar, which suggested that the young woman came from an ordinary family background, and that he, the ambassador, could easily win her heart.
They hitched a ride, held hands, and danced.
"Beautiful lady, I have a bottle of 1286 Olmir wine in my room."
Becker almost made it explicit.
"OK."
The young woman agreed.
Chael also wanted to try it and see what the wine tasted like.
He decided to wait a little while before tasting it, giving Beckerang some time to mourn his life.
Beckeron clearly couldn't bear to take out the bottle of wine; he couldn't wait to get into bed.
Mr. A, the messenger of the Aurora Society, crawled out from the girl's abdomen. His eerie, almost feminine face, coupled with his writhing...
Its blooming form, like a rose, possesses a unique and captivating charm.
This momentarily stunned even Beckeron.
Because at this moment, Mr. A had already raised his straight, dark greatsword to him, completely naked.
If you love him, then jump up and do a vertical split.
When Xia'er materialized and passed through the wall into the room...
What he saw was a corpse split in two on the ground. Mr. A was very professional; he didn't even spare the soul.
He picked up the dark red extraordinary feature from the ground, and then picked up a puppet head about the size of a thumb with completely black eyes.
One item with extraordinary properties, and another with decent sealing artifact.
The corpse on the ground gradually grew cold, and the bright red blood was quickly covered by shadows.
He opened the wardrobe, changed into casual clothes, and put the puppet's head in his left breast pocket. The flesh on its surface began to wriggle like buds, and its face underwent some changes.
When the embassy military attachés finally arrived after hearing the commotion, they found a woman's shattered body on the bed, her young and delicate features still faintly discernible.
Chael took out the 1286 vintage Olmir wine that Becker hadn't had a chance to taste. He calmly poured himself a glass, then poured the rest onto the floor, letting the bright red wine spread across the carpet, gradually mixing with the blood on it.
"Lord Rosago, what's going on?"
At this moment, a military attaché from the embassy, who had finally come to his senses, asked a question.
He wasn't surprised by Rosago's indifference; that's how the extraordinary members of the Secret Order are—it's their consistent style: mysterious and low-key.
indifferent.
"You don't need to investigate anymore, I can't find anything out."
"The murderer is at least a Sequence 5 Beyonder. Judging from the traces at the scene and the manner of Beckron's death, he is at least a Sequence 5 Shepherd."
"Chael," or rather "Rosago," took a sip of red wine, calm and composed.