13 Mink Street

Karen has never underestimated the bishop in front of him. After all, it took three generations of his family to "vacate the cage and change the bird" of the Pamires religion.

The reason why old Saman chose to commit suicide was also because he was driven to despair by this situation.

Karen would feel great pressure every time he faced the bishop, but he didn't panic too much.

The main reason is that although Bishop Berne is covered with black juice from body to soul, he has always held the belief of order above his head and does not want it to be tarnished in any way.

He's scary, but if you're really on Kosmos' side, he won't bite you.

"So, your lord was testing me earlier?"

"No, it's not." Bishop Bern shook his head, "You have given me a lot of new inspiration, such as that sentence, the assassin is a perfectionist, hehe, this is very good news."

"Why?"

"Because the ending of a perfectionist is always miserable, otherwise it will not conform to the style of painting that people like them pursue."

"Is it."

Bishop Bern put his hand on Karen's shoulder, brought his face closer, and whispered:

"In fact, everyone has a tendency to be perfectionist in their hearts, but reality forces us to make compromises many times. If we insist on not being willing to compromise, it is a kind of disregard for reality."

Karen hesitated for a moment and asked, "However, the assassin may also be a mask brought in from outside. He doesn't necessarily need to find someone in the York City area to make it."

Bishop Berne seemed a little surprised when he heard this question. He looked at Karen and asked, "You really don't know?"

"Is there anything I need to know?"

"As far as I know, masks are divided into two categories, well, in fact, most utensils will be distinguished in these two categories, that is, permanent and one-time consumption.

In the mask, it is very difficult to keep it permanently, and usually requires one thing as the raw material, that is the face of the person to be imitated.

Disposable ones do not need these. The disadvantage is that I mean disposable high-quality products. After they are made, they can only be placed in a special preservation solution. When they are taken out of the solution, they will naturally begin to deteriorate. , it may be half a day, and it will not exceed one day at most.

It's like a cut apple sitting on a coffee table and it starts to rust after a few hours.

So I concluded that the assassins were made by someone in the Yorktown area. "

"Do you know the artisans who make this kind of masks in the York City area?"

"You ask this question, as if you are a little determined that I won't dig deeper into you on this matter."

"The subordinates just care."

"I think that the craftsman you know should be arrested by my people if there is no accident. In order to get the results as quickly as possible, I will order severe torture."

Compared with the Whip of Order, which has just recovered here, what Bishop Berne has in his hands should be the real underground force in the York City region, and even, far more than that, his true identity is by no means a ranking member of the region. Bishop at the end.

At this time, Bishop Berne took out a piece of black and red-edged spell paper from his cuff and handed it to Karen.

"Write down the name of the house you are familiar with, and I will let my subordinates come to interrogate him at the end. You pray that someone will confess before then."

Karen took the magic paper, took out a pen that he carried with him, and wrote "Lemar" on it without hesitation.

As Bishop Berne said, we can only pray that "this batch of goods" was not made by Lemar, otherwise, Karen would not be able to protect them. This incident is very serious, so serious that even if you don't know it, you must Suffer severe punishment from order!

Bishop Bourne took it over, glanced at it, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he stamped first, then folded the paper, and finally released the black crow.

"I have met many smart people, but they are generally at your age, not as calm as you. You seem to be very good at touching the beard of a tiger. Of course, it is also possible that in your eyes, I am not a tiger, but a A kitten?"

"My lord, my palms are still sweaty."

"hehe."

"Thank you, my lord."

"It's okay. After all, I'm on my own. When doing things, I must give a little convenience. Remember, this is the second favor you owe me."

"the second?"

"The first one is that I will not investigate the exact time of Mr. Pavaro's death." Bishop Bern laughed. I have thought about it, the corpse is shameful, is it shameless?"

Karen pursed her lips.

"Two favors, remember, they have to be returned."

"My lord, I remember."

"Very good, remember one more thing, I never trust the character of the person who borrowed my money, I only believe that they dare not not return my money."

"Yes, but I have one more request."

"Say it."

"I hope that Leon will be recuperated, and I hope that he can recuse himself from the ensuing investigation."

Leon is in a trance now, and if he knows that the assassin is assassinated by his "appearance", all his relatives saw before their death was his face, Karen is worried that he will collapse.

"I have a different opinion. My definition of this kind of big family son is that they have excellent personal qualities, but they must polish their character.

This time, it's a very good opportunity. You may worry that he will be unable to hold on and collapse directly.

The most important thing is that his grandfather didn't just die now, and Minister Bernie was inside. "

"He's my team member, and I feel like I need to be responsible to him."

Bishop Berne looked at Karen and said in a deep voice, "You will understand in the future, the more power you have under your hands, the less and less your kindness will be."

"Maybe, it's because I haven't matured to this point yet."

"No, you just don't like the way I behave. You are also a perfectionist."

"grown ups……"

"Don't quibble, because only a perfectionist can resonate with another perfectionist."

At this moment, a special wave of power came over. This was a kind of message, not relying on the black crow, but relying on spiritual power, and grandiosely announced to all the people of the Cult of Order who were here.

The chief bishop of the region did not have this kind of pomp and circumstance.

Bishop Berne said, "It should be the whipper."

Foden is here?

"What happened here has already alarmed the senior leaders in the church. I think the high priest should have given instructions on this matter."

"My lord, do you think the higher-ups will take action?"

"First of all, let me ask you, do you think this will be done by someone inside the church? Except me."

"Won't."

"Why, the chief bishop must have many political enemies."

"My lord, I witnessed the death of Lord Texisen on Fire Island."

"Oh, it seems that you understand, yes, that's it, if internal conflicts are resolved in this way, it will break everyone's rules, so it is almost certain that this is an external provocation against my teaching.

Therefore, before this matter is thoroughly investigated, the higher-ups will not take action, otherwise they may fall into the rhythm designed by the other party.

The Divine Cult will definitely vent their anger on this matter, but not at random.

Well, go see the whipman. "

Bishop Bourne walked downstairs, followed by Karen. When the two walked out of the porch, they happened to see Foden walking into the garden. Everyone on both sides of the garden had knelt down, including Philomena and Leon. .

Foden was followed by a group of people with stern expressions and sharp eyes. In each of them, Karen could find a taste similar to that of Bishop Bern.

There are two women next to Foden. One Karen has seen is Marlene. She is the assistant of the Whipkeeper. She is similar to Alfred's position by his side, and will also be responsible for helping the Whipkeeper take care of the newly collected cute ants.

The other woman was wearing a long white and black dress, with shawls and long hair. She had a very fair complexion, but she was tall, probably nearly two meters tall.

She is not the kind of bloated figure, but the bumps are obvious. Under the long legs and thin waist, the upper and lower positions are very plump, giving people a sense of oppression.

Karen didn't know this woman, but when she approached, Karen felt a chill, not a mental description, but a somatosensory feedback.

The woman's gaze also seemed to stay on Karen deliberately. There was a strange color in her eyes, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

But on the whole, the whipman may have come in a hurry this time, so the scene was not big, and it seemed that even the security forces were not arranged enough.

Bourne began to kneel to the whipman, and Karen followed suit.

The Cult of Order has always not paid much attention to etiquette, and has taken a simplified route. Under normal circumstances, even if you see an existence at the level of a whipman, you can actually salute with your hands on your chest.

But it's not a normal situation now. When it's especially official and serious, if you don't kneel down, you feel inappropriate.

"Meet the whipkeeper." Bishop Berne lowered his head.

"Meet the Whipkeeper." Karen raised his head, clenched his right hand on his chest.

Foden didn't stop at all, and walked between the two while talking: "Introduce the scene."

"Yes, whipman."

Bishop Bern immediately got up and followed Foden in, and all the people Foden brought followed him.

Karen stood up slowly, without thinking of moving forward and continuing to familiarize himself, but walked towards Leon.

"Leon, I suggest you take some time off now."

"Captain, can I refuse your suggestion?"

"Can."

"Phew... thank you, Captain."

"The assassin should be using an identity mask. He used your appearance to enter your house, so what your family members saw before they died was your appearance."

Leon: "..."

You choose the path yourself, so Karen will follow the tradition of the Inmeles family. Secrets don’t stay overnight, and what needs to be told will be told to you immediately.

Leon's facial expression began to twitch, and he suddenly reached out and clenched his chest tightly. This was a body convulsion caused by rapid and violent emotional fluctuations in a short period of time.

Karen still had a pack of thunderbolt special cigarettes in his pocket, which Alfred took out by himself when he was unconscious, and said in front of Neo who was lying next to him: He hid it specially for the young master, and it cannot be let Neo knew, or he might have to snatch it.

However, just as Karen was about to take out a cigarette to help Leon forcefully let go of his emotions, a long white arm stretched out, and a finger that was almost as long as chopsticks touched Leon's eyebrows.

In an instant, a white spot of light appeared, quickly covering Leon's whole body.

Leon felt as if his soul and body had been rinsed in an extremely cold pool. He shivered, and then spit out a mouthful of white mist from his mouth.

But he himself did calm down and said angrily:

"This assassin is too hateful!"

Karen turned her head to look at the tall woman who appeared next to her at some point, no matter what, her method of "physical calmness" was really effective.

"Your family is dead, your grandpa is seriously injured, you should be sad, but it should be at the funeral, right now, you should keep yourself awake."

The woman's voice was very cold.

Leon looked at the woman with some surprises, but immediately bowed:

"Yes, my lord."

"Huh? This is interesting." The woman reached out to Philomena's face again.

Philomena stared slightly, but still stood there without moving.

The woman's hand squeezed Philomena's face lightly, and said with a smile: "You are also very cold. I like this feeling a little bit."

Philomena didn't respond.

Who is this big shot, shouldn't you follow the whipman into the villa to find out the situation?

Immediately, the woman lowered her head and looked at Karen who was closest to her: "I'm hungry, can I get some food around here?"

It's not now that you want to eat.

"I'll have someone prepare food for you right away."

Calculating the time, Murray and the others should be arriving soon.

"Forget it, forget it, I don't have enough to eat anyway, and I might be reprimanded if I'm seen, alas." The woman sighed, "The whip bearer has a fire in his heart right now, I have to be careful, don't To be whipped by him."

The woman seemed to have suddenly discovered something again, with a strong smile on her face, she reached out her hand again, this time touching Karen.

Karen took half a step back.

But the woman didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, and continued to reach out her hand. From the looks of it, if her hand couldn't touch Karen, she would follow Karen and retreat out of the yard.

Karen had no choice but to stand there and let the other party put his hand on his face.

However, instead of pinching her face like she did to Philomena, she gently touched Karen's face and chin with her palm.

Karen once tasted the dark ice drink with him in the burrow of the lord Nedal in the gate of reincarnation. At this time, the woman touching herself felt like applying a piece of dark ice directly to her face.

"Hey, little one."

This title... is so strange.

"Is this advanced? It's not surprising that it's advanced. How come it has directly become the peak adjudicator? Little thing, you are really interesting."

"My lord, have we met before?"

"I've seen it, of course I've seen it, and you've even ridden me."

Philomena blinked.

Even Leon, who was in grief, was a little bit out of breath at this time.

Karen's eyes widened, looking at the woman in front of him, the people around Foden, and he even rode...

"Are you, Lord Auggie?"

"Well, it seems that I finally remembered who I am."

She is the Frost Dragon beside Foden!

To be able to turn into a human directly... Except for being a little taller, there is almost no difference.

The phantom beast Compasini can also turn into a human, and I saw its bone body after death in the sand pool. It was already huge, but compared to the frost dragon, it was nothing.

Moreover, Compasini's human form still retains ivory, while this woman is completely human.

I used to wonder if the whipman came in a hurry, so I didn't bring enough security force, but now it turns out that I was thinking too much. When you have a frost dragon by your side, what security force do you need?

She was really going to get angry. If there were no strong enough people to take action, it would be easy to destroy York City.

Because once this giant dragon reveals its true body and wreaks havoc, it will be enough to cause a natural disaster!

"The aura on your body is very interesting. You look like an ordinary person through external perception, but you have to pay attention, your qi and blood fluctuations can be sensed by some special beings, such as me."

Auggie put a finger into his mouth and sucked.

"Thank you for your reminder, sir."

"I heard that people from the Desert God Sect did it?" Auggie asked suddenly.

"My lord, if you are interested in this matter, you can go in and listen to the case briefing from Bishop Berne."

"Don't listen, I don't have such a brain." Auggie tapped his forehead lightly, "Compared to my huge body, the proportion of my brain is very low.

People, but very stupid. "

...

Pavaro Funeral Society.

Peake and Dingcomb are doing daily cleaning. Although the funeral club has not been in business, it is the entrance of the house after all, so it must be kept clean and tidy.

In the master bedroom in the back yard, Pu'er was lying on the bed flipping through a love novel, reading it with gusto.

Kevin was prostrate on the ground, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his dog's nose, and was flipping through a notebook left by Mr. Hoffin. It was not a formation note, but an encyclopedia of various religious religions. the whole book.

Kevin held a pen between his paws, and from time to time made some corrections to the part of the notes that involved mythological narratives.

Probably, even if Mr. Hoffen came back from the dead, he would not be angry after seeing this scene.

Suddenly,

Kevin raised his head suddenly, the frame on the dog's nose slipped off, and the pen in the dog's paw fell down, but the dog's tail stood up almost straight!

"Stupid dog, what's wrong?"

"Wow!"

At the gate of the funeral club, a man walked in with an umbrella. After entering the eaves, he put away the umbrella and shook the water droplets to his side.

Pick and Dingcomb immediately put down the broom and mop in their hands, and saluted very respectfully:

"Master, you are back."