He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts

Wellington.

Colonel Freeman looked grave. Reports of hull damage flew into the bridge one after another, and for a moment he couldn't even hear the reports of the attack from the gunner's side.

The airship that landed on the lake is far less flexible than the Leviathan in the air, and the shooting angle of the side artillery is extremely limited. The cunning giant beast was obviously injured, but it was still able to find the blind spot of the artillery, and launched an unexpected attack from a place that they couldn't defend.

"Report to the captain, the flank is damaged!"

"Report to the captain, the hull of the D-94 area is damaged and water seepage has begun! Do you want to seal the entire area?"

Colonel Freeman's expression was calm, but his tightly clenched fists revealed his inner emotions. He has fought in numerous near-death battles and even survived a trip to the North Pole. But it was the first time he saw such a difficult situation. If the Wellington can take off again, he is confident of defeating that monster. But if the entire army is wiped out due to lack of fuel, he will die with regret.

"Captain!" The voice of the watchman interrupted Colonel Freeman's thoughts, "A group of people came by the lake, and they seem to want to board the ship!"

"Oh?" The colonel walked to the window in three steps at a time, took the binoculars from the watchman, and looked towards the lake. Sure enough, there were more than a dozen people waving at them, including men and women, and even an old woman with white hair. Is it civilians who want to take refuge in a ship in the sky? Still... one of the dark-haired men understands semaphore and begins to make complicated hand gestures. Of course the Colonel knew semaphores. He silently read the meaning of the man, then turned to the crew: "Let them board the ship!"

"But Captain, our skimmers can't be used anymore..."

"Use paddling!"

***

"My God, what are you doing! How can you use the noble me to do such a thing! You will be struck by lightning!"

Duan Feizhuo's brain was filled with the cry of the sword in the stone Zi'er, but he heard it as if he didn't hear it, and continued with the movement of his hand-drawing a magic circle on the soil with the sword in the stone.

This job should be done by a **** or a plow, but the closest thing Duan Feizhuo could find to them was the sword in the stone. It's been a long time since I heard this guy nagging, and he actually misses it a little.

He was drawing the seven-pointed star magic circle of the Secret Realm Trading Company on a flat surface near the oak forest. Since magic circles can be effective when drawn on paper, of course they can be drawn on the ground, and it may be more durable and firm than drawing on paper.

After the magic circle is completed, he will attract the strange sun in the sky—the Lord of Light—to enter the trading house, and then quickly return to the real world to destroy the entrance. In this way, the Lord of Light will be trapped in the different space where the trading house is located forever.

As long as he no longer uses the trading bank in the future, that forerunner will never be able to return to the real world.

Those commodities in the trading line are a bit of a pity. But after thinking about it, he didn't want to inherit the trading house at first, and he didn't have any nostalgia for those weird secret art items, so losing them didn't feel so painful.

Some of the important books have been taken out in advance for Yeats, Xenophon and others to study, the rest...

Perhaps in the future, mystics will no longer hide their heads and show their tails, but will be able to walk under the sun with their heads held high. All kinds of occult items will be able to be sold in regular shops openly, and there is no need to sneak around to trade on the black market. There will always be something more divine and precious to be made.

After finally drawing the magic circle, the ground shook. Duan Feizhuo heard commotion in the distance, and the mechanical soldiers came straight to him in mighty form. They were stained with blood, and Duan Feizhuo secretly prayed that it was the blood of the committee, not someone he knew.

At the same time, a group of people rushed out of the oak forest. Mr. R brandished a dagger and stopped in front of the mechanical soldier, while Ms. Acheson used the Gatling gun as a melee weapon, smashing the head of a mechanical soldier with one blow. The red-clothed guards under the queen were a little at a loss, but they still joined the battle. Those who have guns raise their guns and shoot, and those who shoot empty bullets directly use the **** of their guns to beat the enemy.

Even Lord Perilla joined the fray. He threw the mechanical soldier's head clumsily with a stone, leading the undead monster into the oak forest. Once they entered the range of the woods, countless pairs of hands would spring out from the tree trunks and the ground, tightly restraining them.

In the distance, a golden shadow rose into the sky. Like a rising star, the Wellington fired at the black monster hovering in the sky. First there was a flash of fire, and it took a long time for the sound of rumbling guns and Leviathan's miserable roar to reach Duan Feizhuo.

Evangeline stood opposite the circle. Duan Feizhuo nodded at her.

The director waved off the black robe covering his whole body, revealing his pale face. She raised her hands towards the weird sun in the sky, speaking an ancient language that Fei Zhuo couldn't understand, and used the now-lost ancient secret technique to weaken the power of the forerunner. Her skin turned a transparent color in the light of the eerie sun. The blood vessels are clearly visible under the skin, like a person suffering from ether disease.

Duan Feizhuo looked at Z. The white-haired night watchman took his hand.

The grip is so tight, it seems that they will never be separated for the rest of their lives.

The two jumped into the circle.

After a whirlwind, they entered the secret trading house.

"I'll destroy the entrance." Duan Feizhuo said.

Holding the sword in the stone, he ran towards the magic circle tapestry in the stairwell. This is a customer-only channel. As long as he dials the clock, mystics from all over the world can reach the trading house in an instant, even if they are on the other side of the ocean or the other side of the earth. Duan Feizhuo slashed at the tapestry of the magic circle with his sword, cut it in two, and then called out flames to burn it to ashes. From now on, no customer can enter the trading house again.

Then, he climbed the spiral staircase and activated his spiritual vision ability at the same time.

The magic circle of the second entrance and exit is engraved on the wall behind the stairs. It leads to the doll's house, which is an absolutely secluded, absolutely safe place. Joseph Chester used it as an emergency escape route.

Duan Feizhuo slashed at the wall with his sword again. The bricks and stones crumbled and fell. Where Duan Feizhuo couldn't see, the doll's house suddenly collapsed and turned into a pile of tattered pieces of wood and cloth.

He went back, looked at the golden clock, and couldn't help swallowing.

After taking a deep breath, Duan Feizhuo put the Sword in the Stone behind his back and turned to Z.

Before he could speak, Z took his hands.

Duan Feizhuo couldn't help but open his mouth.

No more words needed. He has never used this secret technique before, but he must succeed, otherwise the person he loves so much, the world he loves so much, will be wiped out.

How could that be allowed to happen.

He closed his eyes, stretched out his tactile tentacles, and penetrated into Z's body along the palm of his hand.

After passing through the cold metal and complicated and exquisite parts, it penetrated into the flesh and blood, reaching the deepest part of Z's body.

Instead of a heart in his chest, he has a machine that pumps blood throughout his body. Driving this mechanism is a small ether crystal.

Duan Feizhuo grasped the crystal with his thinking hand. It feels like grabbing a burning heart.

This crystal was connected to something else—something larger and deeper. Confronting it is tantamount to hitting a stone with a pebble, or shaking a tree with a batch of mayflies.

But he, a small and insignificant human being, chose to challenge the existence closest to God today.

What about the pioneers? Wasn't it human at first?

He began to extract the energy in that huge will.

Outside the secret trading house, the field of Perilla Manor was already in chaos.

The Wellington and Levitan were engaged in a mid-air tussle. The blood of the giant beast splashed on the ground, and the mystics surrounded the engine room. Sweating profusely, constantly fueling the engine. Evangeline turned to the sky. After reciting the ancient stomach language, her body has become almost flat and transparent. The Mechanical Ten Soldiers were eager to get close to her. But he was either decapitated by Mr. R, or smashed to pieces by Miss Edgetonson with a gun barrel.

The weird sun in the sky suddenly melted and turned into countless golden threads, which merged into the huge magic circle on the ground.

In the secret trading business, Duan Feizhuo could feel the surging power gushing out of the golden clock's magic circle like a wave.

Is that a force he can resist? For a moment, he questioned from the bottom of his heart.

Maybe all efforts are in vain, maybe this secret technique will not succeed at all...

A dignified, neither male nor female voice came from the air.

"It's you." Rob said.

Duan Feizhuo thought, this must be the voice of the Lord of Light.

"I don't know you," he answered in his head.

"Fourth Forerunner Blood Moon, why did you call me here?"

"I am not the fourth pioneer."

"You have the power of God in you."

Duan Feizhuo remembered what Hecate said: the definition of "alive" for the forerunners is different from that of ordinary people. As long as their powers remain in the world, he remains "alive". Even if that power is in another person.

He only inherited part of the strength of the fourth forerunner. But in the eyes of an incomplete Lord of Light, he is an incomplete fourth forerunner, right?

"Unfortunately, I want to seal you here." Duan Feizhuo continued to say in his mind, while drawing energy non-stop. He could feel the storm of energy surrounding the trading house getting stronger, as if he had pushed a typhoon eye into the lobby.

"Why are you hostile to me? Aren't we allies? You and me, we can create a new world, a better world."

"Thank you for being sensitive. I like this world very much."

The Lord of Light was silent for a while.

"You are not Pao," said the forerunner, "but you said the same thing as Chi. You even have similar personalities. You are too compassionate."

"Is that a compliment?"

"If I leave this world, all ether crystals will disappear. Mortals are used to its existence, and if they lose it suddenly, the world will be in chaos."

"It doesn't matter, they will find a new way." Duan Feizhuo said relaxedly, "Ordinary people can always find a way to adapt to the environment. Besides, I have seen another sub-world with multiple histories without ether crystals, and ordinary people can still live well .”

The Lord of Light sneered: "The forerunner is immortal, you can only seal me here. Maybe one day we will meet again. It is unknown who will win and who will lose."

"My strength will also be passed on, and maybe there will be new forerunners in the future. Who knows? It is enough for me to do my best."

He opened his eyes, and there was a strange brilliance in the golden-green pupils.

The storm in the secret space tore at his body, if Z hadn't held his hands tightly, he might have been unable to stand still.

Z's silver hair fluttered in the strong wind, and his crimson eyes were as bright as guiding stars.

Duan Feizhuo could no longer absorb energy. All the powers of the Maharaja of Light have been channeled into this space.

"It's done!" he yelled amidst the howling storm, "Let's go!"

After speaking, he pulled Z towards the golden clock and stumbled back to the real world.

The howling of the storm had stopped, but the ringing in his ears was still ringing.

He was dizzy for a while, and he fell to the ground in a dizzy state, even feeling like vomiting.

Duan Feizhuo lay on the ground, panting heavily.

He suddenly realized that it wasn't over yet. He had to destroy the last exit of the trading house - the magic circle he had drawn on the ground. Otherwise, the Maharaja of Light can escape from the trading house, because this magic circle only recognizes human beings and cannot recognize anything other than human beings. It will think that the Maharaja of Light is an object and let him pass through the magic circle, just like Duan Feizhuo You can pull Z through the magic circle.

He sat up with difficulty, trying to destroy the magic circle on the ground with the sword in the stone. However, as soon as he grasped the hilt of the sword, a mechanical soldier jumped up behind him with lightning speed, grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard.

Duan Feizhuo heard the sound of bones breaking, and with a cry of pain, Shi Zhongjian dropped his hand.

Shi Zhongjian Zi'er screamed: "Don't throw me away! Quickly catch me! Ahhh, you idiot! Hurry up!"

The mechanical soldiers threw Duan Feizhu out with a force that is impossible for humans. He landed heavily and rolled several times before stopping.

The self-healing ability began to take effect immediately, his wrist bones automatically connected, and the abrasions on his body continued to heal. He got up and wanted to rush back to grab the sword in the stone, but the mechanical soldier was one step ahead of him and kicked the sword in the stone away.

He missed it.

Not far away, Evangeline rushed towards the sword in the stone. She fell to the ground and crawled on all fours towards the sword. But another mechanical soldier approached her and stepped on her wrist. She screamed.

A golden silk thread protruded from the magic circle and wrapped around Duan Feizhuo's leg.

He opened his eyes wide, pupils dilated in astonishment.

That is the Lord of Light, and he is about to escape!

Duan Feizhuo crawled towards the Sword in the Stone on all fours, but the golden thread was tightly wrapped around his legs, and he couldn't move forward even an inch!

He looked frantically around, looking for someone who could help him. What about Z? Where is Z?

The white-haired night guard fell not far from him, lying on his side unconscious in the mud, with one hand clutching the clothes on his chest, as if his heart was in extreme pain.

"Z!!" Duan Feizhuo shouted hoarsely.

That's right, he channeled the power of the Lord of Light into the trading house, not only would all the ether crystals in the world lose their effectiveness, even the one in Z's body would be the same.

Without that crystal, Z's heart stopped beating.

Duan Feizhuo tried his best to crawl forward, and tried his best to reach the sword in the stone with his fingers, but he couldn't reach it no matter what. The golden thread kept dragging him back, and his nails sank into the soil, leaving five deep fingerprints.

Are all efforts going to be in vain?

At the moment when despair seized him, a hand suddenly stretched out from the soil and grabbed the sword in the stone.

Duan Feizhuo was dumbfounded.

I saw a thin, sly-eyed man crawling out of the soil, holding up the sword in the stone, his posture was really like a mythical hero holding a sword to meet the enemy in a classical oil painting.

"Paimo?!" Duan Feizhuo yelled.

The mouse-like man was stunned when he saw him. He held the sword in the stone and looked around, not knowing who to give this thing to.

The sword in the stone can only be effective in the hands of its true owner. Duan Feizhuo was blocked by mechanical soldiers, but he couldn't get through. If he forced his way, he might have his wrist crushed like that beautiful lady.

Duan Feizhuo had no time to think about why Pai Mo appeared here instead of staying in Scotland Yard prison. He only thinks about one thing now—if he can't get the sword in the stone, who should he give the sword in the stone to?

In mythology, only a true king can pull the sword in the stone out of the rock.

King—they just happen to have one here.

"Pymer!" he yelled, "give the sword—to the Queen!"

Paimo was stunned, completely clueless, but the tricky situation at the moment made him instinctively obey the orders he heard.

He burrowed into the soil again, this is the secret technique he is best at, and he can do it with his eyes closed.

A few seconds later, he appeared at the queen's feet.

Half of his body was still buried in the soil, only the upper body got out of the ground, and he presented the tattered rusty sword to the queen with both hands.

"The gentleman told me to give it to you!" said Pymer sharply.

The Queen looked surprised, but still held the Rusty Sword.

The moment she touched the hilt, a wild laughter appeared in her brain.

"Ahhhh! It is my destiny to be the king!" the voice screamed in ecstasy, "the one who pulls me out of the rock is King Britain! That is to say, only the king of Britain can pull me out of the rock!"

Victoria, the current King of Britain, stared at the sword in wonder. There was only a "pop", and the small stone on the tip of the sword shattered.

Immediately afterwards, the rust disappeared like evaporating dew, and the bumpy blade flashed a dazzling light, turning into shiny and sharp silver steel. Even the gauntlet was not broken, the hilt glowed golden, and a bright sapphire was inlaid in the center.

The queen's body moved involuntarily, as if controlled by the sword.

She raised the sword high, and then slashed down hard.

A golden sword wind roared out, leaving a deep gully on the ground. The sword wind cut across the land where the magic circle was, setting off a storm of mud, and the magic circle was swallowed up in an instant, and even smashed a mechanical soldier near the magic circle.

The golden thread wrapped around Duan Feizhuo's calf was gone with the wind.

He heard screams in the distance, so he braced himself up in pain.

The golden airship and the black monster fighting in the sky have already decided the winner.

Under the baptism of artillery fire, Leviathan's body was riddled with holes. The condition of the airship is not much better, the shell is damaged, thick smoke is billowing, and it looks like it will crash at any time.

But in the end, the Wellington steadied itself. Instead, the giant beast lost its balance and struggled to fall into the lake.

There was an earth-shattering loud noise, and a huge wave surged onto the shore of the lake, almost engulfing all the villas by the lake.

A crimson stream spread from the place where the giant beast fell, dyeing the lake red.

There was a moment of silence on the airship, and then, cheers resounded from every corner.

Everyone from the captain to the common sailor, from the mechanic to the mystic, was screaming, stomping, and clapping. Old comrades who have fought side by side for many years hug each other. Detectives and Night Watchmen, who until recently had been enemies, shook hands. The noise like mountains and seas was deafening.

On the ground, the mechanical soldiers fell down one by one. This time there was no power to bring them back to normal again. One by one, they were shattered and turned back to lifeless steel. The eyes that were once bright as torches were also extinguished, and there were only two black Junmo hollows left on the skull.

Miss Acheson froze for a moment, threw away Gatling in her hand, and hugged Mr. R excitedly. The night policeman even lifted up the petite typist and spun in circles on the spot.

Lord Perilla was wailing like a child, and the Royal Guards slapped each other's shoulders to celebrate that the nightmare was finally over. Mrs. Yiyousi stared at her son resentfully, feeling that he was too out of control.

Behind them, white hands retracted into the tree trunk. The shadows of women in full dress receded into the eternal shadows of the oak grove. This land has been severely damaged, and the once grassy field has been turned into a devastated clay field because of the battle, but it doesn't matter, when the spring breeze blows, the grass and trees will still grow again.

The Queen used the reborn Sword in the Stone as a crutch to support her body.

"It's amazing." She murmured to herself, "Is the legend true?"

"It's always been true, my destined king!" said Sword in Stone with a singing voice. It is so disgusting when it is used as a crutch by others, but it doesn't complain at all when it is held by the queen. "Unexpectedly, it was you who made the final decision! But think about it, this is your land, and it should be guarded by you!"

The Queen said nothing, looking at the blond young man in the distance.

He rolled and scrambled towards the white-haired night vigilante, kneeling beside the motionless body.

Duan Feizhuo turned Z over and lay on his back on the ground. Z's face was ashen and lifeless.

He pressed Z's chest, and the heart-replacing machine really stopped working.

"Don't die, Z, don't die...!" He was trembling, tears mixed with rainwater hitting the pale skin of the Night Watchman.

Is there anything that can replace the ether crystal and re-energize Z's mechanical heart?

Duan Feizhuo thought of the mystics who boarded the Wellington. If they could extract energy to feed the engines of the spaceship and lift such a behemoth into the air, then of course he could do the same to power Z's heart.

He tore open Z's skirt, pressed his hands on the scarred chest, and poured all the energy he could get into it.

Looking at his back, the Queen couldn't help but clenched the Sword in the Stone tightly. She thought, should I order the Wellington to land immediately and call those mystics back? At least one of them should know how to heal wounds and save lives, right?

Soon, though, she won't have to think about it.

The young man withdrew his hands. The shoulder sleeves were pulled down, and his arms hung limply by his sides.

Then, the man lying on the ground turned over and hugged him into his arms. The two fell into the muddy water together.

They are like children, rolling in the mud, but laughing happily.

"Take it easy, Your Majesty! You are hurting my Majesty!" Shi Zhongjian yelled.

...this sword is kind of annoying. Now the Queen understands why people are sticking it into the stone.

But the queen decided to forgive it.

Because the rain stopped. The sun shone down from the gaps in the stratus clouds, and sprinkled on the land that survived the catastrophe.

Not some monstrous sun incarnated by a forerunner, but the real sun high in the sky.

***

one week later.

49 Franchise Square.

"Aether crystals all over the world have lost their effectiveness at the same time, airships have been grounded, and as many as 5,000 passengers have been trapped in Heathrow Airport. People demand an explanation from the Scientific Progress Committee... The Scientific Progress Committee was charged with murder. Twenty-three members The legendary Sword in the Stone was arrested and exhibited in the British Museum...Buckingham Palace issued an announcement that the country will use "special talents" to drive the airship to solve the difficulties of passengers as soon as possible..."

Duan Feizhuo put down the newspaper and sighed, "This is to use the mystic as a coal shoveler!"

Z walked out of the bathroom, his wet silver hair draped over his shoulders, like a waterfall of silver. He buttoned up his shirt to hide the battered skin (and intriguing red marks) on his chest as he said, "Isn't it great? Mystics can finally go from behind-the-scenes to the front of the stage. There will always be Will no longer be hunted for no reason, unless they break the law..."

It has been a week since the battle at Perilla Manor.

It was only seven short days, but Duan Feizhuo felt that the whole world seemed to be completely new.

Lots and lots of things have changed, or are changing, are about to change.

The Queen ordered the Wellington's soldiers to detain the members of the Committee for the Advancement of Science, who were to be brought to court for murder. The Night's Watch provided information on their murder of many mystics. In addition, the spy on the Wellington was once again investigated. The once-prominent committee collapsed in such an instant, which shocked the public and speculated whether there was a reshuffle of political forces behind it.

The mystics under the committee finally saw the evidence that the committee murdered their families. Some of them have a hard time accepting this fact, and some have turned from loyal supporters of the committee to sworn enemies, turning faces faster than turning books.

The Scotland Yard Abnormal Case Investigation Section occupied by them was returned to the night police. However, the functions of the Abnormal Case Investigation Section are also quite different from before. The night guards stopped arresting mystics indiscriminately. According to the Queen and Z's plan, they will become the supervisors of the mysterious society, monitor the criminal behavior of the occultists, and regulate the order of the occult world. More mystics will be recruited in the future. (Paimo's dream of being recruited has finally come true. He is now a temporary employee of the Abnormal Case Investigation Division.) Duan Feizhuo thought with a smile, this time they have become Aurors...

The staffing of the Abnormal Case Investigation Section has also been changed. Z stepped down as superintendent and was replaced by Miss Acheson. Miss Typist finally got her wish and got a promotion and salary increase. Her shape-shifting typewriter was placed in the center of the office, adored by countless newcomers.

Z replaced Carter as the liaison between the Night Watchman and the Queen. Duan Feizhuo called this promotion, and Z called it retirement.

"Thinking about it, I'm not too young." Z said, "It's almost time to retire. Scotland Yard should give me a high pension, and let me find a beautiful island like Mr. Telles to retire. "

But in the end he did not go to the island to retire, but stayed in London. Because Duan Feizhuo officially joined Scotland Yard and has lived a life as a laborer ever since. Z must stay by his side—Z's mechanical heart is no longer powered by ether crystals, but by Duan Feizhuo who supplies energy for it 24 hours a day. So... he can't live without this little bad thing anymore.

Z wiped his hair half dry and walked towards Duan Feizhuo. The latter folded the newspaper, snapped his fingers towards Z, and dried his hair with secret techniques.

"It's so convenient to have you here..." Z muttered to himself.

He lowered his head and kissed Duan Feizhu's lips.

The two exchanged deep and shallow, intermittent kisses. Duan Feizhuo hooked his lover's neck and pulled him towards him.

Supplying energy to Z's body has become an unconscious behavior, just like he will also unconsciously store energy in the brass ring anytime, anywhere.

Without the ether crystal, Z's body may continue to age from now on. One day, he will no longer be that forever young and handsome white-haired man. But Duan Feizhuo thinks this is not bad.

They can grow old together, reaffirming their love for each other time and time again.

Z's kiss got deeper and deeper. Duan Feizhuo was almost out of breath.

"You want to be here?" Z said with a smile, "Or go to bed?"

"Hmm..." Due to the lack of oxygen, Duan Feizhuo's brain was a little dazed.

Before he could think about the result, his body was lifted by Z's waist.

"It's better in the bedroom." Z thought thoughtfully, "I like the way you don't wear anything but that wreath."

At this moment, the door was knocked suddenly.

The two cursed at the same time.

Z put Duan Feizhuo down, hastily buttoned his shirt, and grabbed a coat and put it on.

Duan Feizhuo wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and after confirming that there were no imaginative traces on his body, he thumped and ran to open the door, his footsteps being heavy enough to punch through the floor.

As soon as the door was opened, a large wave of black and white people rushed in.

"Good afternoon, master!" Al was the first to jump in.

"Ah, good afternoon, Leo." The Lynn family followed closely behind.

"I'm so glad to see you, Sir Leopold." Lord Perilla, mother and son, walked in with aristocratic steps.

"Long time no see, Mr. Chester." Yeats was still polite, and handed the top hat and pistol to the little servant Al.

"Excuse me for being rude, sir, but I really can't take off this veil." Evangeline, who was tightly wrapped, floated in.

"Oh! My God! So this is Mr. Chester's home!" For some reason, the Melun siblings were behind them! The airships were obviously grounded, how did the two of them come to London from Switzerland? !

"Oh, my good apprentice! I brought you a Greek snack! No offense, the food in England is terrible..." Even Mr. Thales came! The old man was also carrying a huge box. Al was not very happy when he heard what he said.

Duan Feizhuo received the group of uninvited guests with a forced smile. They seem to regard his living room as a club, and they come here to socialize and relax when they have nothing to do. Duan Feizhuo was only lucky that he didn't have so many chairs at home, so everyone decided to move the battlefield to the Raven Restaurant downstairs.

Mr. N is still running the restaurant, poisoning the masses with his dark cuisine. He has officially resigned from the Abnormal Case Investigation Section now, and has lived a happy life as a cook.

A group of people occupied all the seats in the restaurant. Since they couldn't receive other guests, Mr. N simply put up a closed sign at the door.

If anyone passes by No. 49 Franchise Square at this time, they will be surprised to see that the Raven Restaurant is full of guests and guests, sweeping away the miserable situation of the past. Laughter and laughter flowed from the restaurant, creating a leisurely and hot summer atmosphere.

"My God, this pastry is delicious! Are you from Greece, sir? I'm going to hire a Greek chef when I get back!"

"Al, what are you doing now? Oh, you want to be a doctor? What a noble ambition! I suppose it must have been inspired by your master?"

"Now that the ether disease has disappeared, I plan to transform the Beautiful Gaia Sanatorium into a hospital. If you can come to us in the future, it would be great to be a doctor."

"There should be many powerful mechanics in the UK, right? Ah, let's talk to them about the truth!"

"Lin, Miss Lynn! I'll help you pour the bar! What do you want to eat, I'll bring it to you!"

Everyone was talking and laughing, and Mr. N took the opportunity to promote his dark cuisine. It will soon be dinner time, and although everyone has lingering fears about his cooking, hunger still prevails, so we have to order a table. Mr. N's mouth was almost crooked.

Duan Feizhuo felt helpless. He looked at the people who were chatting enthusiastically, and felt that it would be okay for him to leave for a while, so he said "I'm going to the bathroom", got up and walked away.

But instead of going to the bathroom, he found Mr. N in the kitchen.

"Can I take a step to speak?" he asked.

Mr. N stopped cutting the meat in his hands, raised his head and stared at him, a strange gleam flashed in his eyes.

He put down the knife, took off his apron, and said to the helper, "Go ahead", and followed Duan Feizhuo out of the restaurant.

As night fell, the street lights gradually came on. Warm lights streamed from the windows of every house on both sides of the street.

From time to time, a carriage passed by the street, and the crisp sound of horseshoes was like a regular piece of music.

"What do you want to tell me?" Mr. N looked at the starry sky.

Duan Feizhuo put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the sky with him all day.

"This seems like the first time we've seen the stars together, uncle?"

Mr. N shook his body and asked hoarsely, "When did you find out?"

"I have suspected it for a long time, but I didn't confirm it until just now." Duan Feizhuo smiled with eyebrows crooked, "I'm going to lie to you, did you really admit it?"

Mr. N—or Joseph Chester was stunned, and he slapped Duan Feizhuo behind his back, knocking him back.

"Dare to lie to me! You...you've learned badly!" Mr. N groaned angrily.

As a night guard, he happened to be renting a house and opening a restaurant downstairs from the owner of the secret trading house. This coincidence alone was enough to make Duan Feizhuo suspicious.

Not to mention that Mr. N is very familiar with the various mechanisms of the trading house, even better than him, the second-generation owner of the trading house.

"To be honest, I really thought Joseph Chester was dead." Duan Feizhuo stopped smiling and put on a serious expression, "How did you cheat your death? I don't think you lied to Mr. Lynn." Difficult, after all, you know secret techniques, so you can just pretend to be dead in front of him. But your ashes... I did inherit the ability from the ashes, so what happened?"

Mr. N lifts his mechanical prosthesis. "It paid a little price."

Duan Feizhuo was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. "The ashes are your legs? You cut off your own legs to fake death?"

"I didn't cut it off on my own initiative. I don't have that much perseverance. I was injured during a mission and was just about to amputate, so I burned the amputated leg."

Thinking of bibimbap with ashes, Duan Feizhuo's stomach started to boil.

"So, you have been the owner of the secret trading house and the night watchman at the same time from the beginning?" he asked.

"It's not the beginning." Mr. N sighed, "I opened a secret trading company after I came to London. But as the business gradually expanded, I found that night policemen are a big disaster. The most dangerous place is the safest place, so I simply sneaked into the Abnormal Case Investigation Section."

After working on it for a long time, is this double-faced undercover agent still a traditional ability of the family? Duan Fei is clumsy. The uncle came and made such a move, and his nephew came and made such a move...

"You hide it better than I do." Duan Feizhuo smiled wryly, "It didn't take long for me to reveal my identity—although I did so on my own initiative."

Mr. N patted his arm reassuringly. "It took me ten years of planning to break into the night police step by step. How long have you been in London? A few months? It's not bad. Even I can't stand this double life after ten years. energy gold basin