Lord of the Silver Crow

Thursday, afternoon.

Fast clothing store, at the door.

Wearing a birdcage dress with princess sleeves decorated with lace ribbons and bows, Elsa looked at the ladies and ladies who were chatting and leaving in a hired carriage or private carriage, with the same smile.

But no matter how she performs, she makes herself look like them, but she has already broken away from the ordinary.

Glancing at the closed door of the warehouse room, she closed the door and walked to the last carriage left at the door.

"Miss." The old man with gray hair and cloudy eyes, standing by the carriage, bowed slightly.

Get in the carriage, and as the carriage advances, the surrounding scenery begins to slowly recede.

Looking at the scenery by the window, she was always a little worried:

"There shouldn't be any problems with Diago, right?"

She has always been adhering to the family's admonitions and the teachings of her father before his death. She has no idea of ​​being close to the Extraordinary of other forces, carefully concealing her identity as an Extraordinary, let alone letting her family get into the Extraordinary organization.

But at this moment, she suddenly frowned and listened.

There was a splash of water.

It was as if the calm water was being stirred, and the strange feeling pervaded.

Immediately, she turned her gaze to the front—

"Orlande, be careful, there is an Extraordinary nearby...no, that person is approaching the carriage."

Hollande, who was driving the carriage, heard the female voice in his ears at the same time as the sound of splashing water. His expression did not change at all, as if he had heard nothing. However, his legs on the plane below were slightly separated, and his back was slightly separated. Qu, every part of the body can be exerted at any time and burst out with powerful force.

.......

At the same time, Fast House.

Little Betty, sitting next to the door, is like a school-age child, reading a fairy tale book by the light from the window, slightly innocent eyes mixed with coldness, indifference and maturity that this age should not have It seems that the fairy tale book in hand is not a paradise for fun, but a battlefield full of blood.

At this moment, she hung on the pendant on her chest and lit up with dim light points, like ripples of water.

Silently, she closed the book, put it on the small stool next to her, stood up, and silently stared at the door beside her.

Click

After she stood up, not long after, a strange man stepped into the door amid the soft sound of the door opening.

Although the man walked in, little Betty did not respond, let alone frightened. This little girl, only six or seven years old, did not even change her expression, her pupils did not shrink or expand, and there was no emotional change. , It's just that the originally black eyes began to fade.

Black, light black, gray, light gray.

The man also didn't notice the little girl in front of him.

He focused his gaze, swept around, and directly passed the little Betty who was watching him, paused on the fairy tale book on the low stool, and then turned to the hall.

The hall of this huge mansion was deep and empty.

Putting the key with the gear in his hand into his pocket, the man carefully closed the door, and then marched into the room.

Without hesitation, he walked directly toward one of the stairs that separated the two sides, toward the left side of the stairs.

The steps are light and cautious.

And little Betty just followed him all the way forward, even reaching out, taking out the key from his pocket, and checking it carefully.

However, even if Little Betty made such a move, the man was completely unaware of it. He looked vigilant and glanced around, beware of the danger that seemed to appear at any time, and walked step by step toward the passage next to the left staircase.

Like the long corridors of many noble families, as one of the ways for the master to show the outside world his family traditions, the two walls are hung with portraits of the past dynasties of Fast Patriarchs.

His gaze swept across every Patriarch of Fast.

Almost every one of them has silver hair and silver eyes, and their eyelashes and eyebrows are also silver as metal.

"Fast XIII, Fast XII, Fast XI, Fast X..."

"Including the current fourteenth, the history is only 300 years at most..."

The man muttered to himself, and glanced over the portrait marked with "Fast II".

In the portrait, the young man with silver hair and silver eyes smiled.

Wearing a white shirt without an outer jacket, the black-gray short robe is draped over the shoulders, which is somewhat similar to the housekeeper's clothes, but the complicated pattern looks more elegant and noble, and the silver folds on the chest make it even more so His temperament appeared elegant and indifferent.

The man's sight fell, but he did not see the name.

Frowning slightly, he continued to look at the portrait of Fast I.

Little Betty carefully checked the key in his hand while listening to his self-talk.

When the man stopped to watch the portrait, little Betty stood up slightly and raised his toes, opened his chest pocket again, put the key back, and followed him all the way, walking around in the Fast mansion.

......

On the other side, Yago was sitting in the prayer room, reading the mystery books borrowed from the 9th level containment room.

He dare to swear that after graduating from high school, he never took it so seriously.

Wait, it seems that I swore like this before?

However, at this moment, a figure appeared in front of him.

Yago raised his head and looked at the person coming.

It is Paulin.

"Hey! Good news, man!"

Paulin sat beside Yago with a look of excitement, put his left hand on the back of the white bench, and bared his white teeth at Yago.

"Do you know a lady you like? Or did you find money?"

Yago made speculations based on his own knowledge.

"No, no, it has nothing to do with those."

Paulin shook his head and raised his neck:

"It's a mission, a mission to recover a mysterious object! Intelligence personnel have found signs of a suspected mysterious object."

"Intelligence personnel? Our intelligence personnel? Still say..."

Yago was a little surprised.

As a formal organization, it naturally has an intelligence department.

The Di Lude team, which has a total of 13 people, cannot rely on these 13 people as eyes and ears to monitor relevant news.

These "intelligence personnel" distributed in similar locations such as police stations and hospitals are the eyes and ears of the thorn tree.

Some are former holders or victims who have been in contact with mysterious objects or even are mysterious objects.

Some are extraordinary, because they have suffered mental or physical shocks in extraordinary events, are unwilling to contact extraordinary things, and want to live peacefully and safely.

There are various purposes and various people.

These people are not necessarily the former members of the Thorn Tree, and there are even many soloists who have not joined any Extraordinary organization, and they do not necessarily serve only an Extraordinary force.

There are transactions when there is demand. According to Uncle Sander’s explanation, this kind of intelligence structure has even formed an underground industrial chain. As long as you give money, you can get news.

This kind of "gray industry" exists silently with the acquiescence of many churches.

"But why did you tell me? Paulin and I were sent on the recovery mission? Now?"

Yago glanced suspiciously at the flower window sprinkled in the evening, then opened his pocket watch with a snap.

The hour hand of the pocket watch is already close to the number "19".

It was almost time for him to go to the cemetery on duty.