Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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Audrey entered the restaurant anxiously and saw her father talking with the cabinet secretary and several gentlemen. She put on an impeccable smile, walked over, took Earl Hall's arm, and said to the others: "Gentlemen, can I borrow Earl Hall for a few minutes?"

She thought the gentlemen would respond immediately, but to her surprise, except for her father, Earl Hall, all the other gentlemen glanced at one of them insignificantly.

Only then did Audrey notice this man, and then she couldn't help but let out a small exclamation - this man was actually wearing a half-worn light gray woolen windbreaker! Oh my god, this is at Duke Negan's dinner party! This is extremely inappropriate. What’s even more surprising is that this gentleman’s dress can be called simple, or poor: the blue-gray scarf has been washed white, and the waistcoat also gives people the feeling that it has been worn for a long time. Ao Dai Rei even noticed that the soles of his high-top lace-up leather boots were still stained with dirt and dust.

People dressed like this should appear on the streets, factories, shops, parks, or anywhere, but not at the dinner parties of the nobles!

"Of course, it's your right, beautiful lady."

The gentleman had a friendly smile and his dark gray hair was a little messy. He was very young and looked to be in his twenties. The eyes are a very light brown, more like pale gold under the bright enough light of the crystal chandelier.

A young man, dressed inappropriately but still able to enter the Duke's ball. It seems that even the cabinet secretary wants to ask for his opinion... There are no such nobles in Loen, foreigners? He was as tall as a Fusac man. He looked respected, but the subconscious expressions of others showed impatience...

Miss Audience's curiosity was aroused, but she controlled herself. She knew that there were more important things at the moment.

Audrey took Earl Hall to a secluded corner and said to her middle-aged and fat father: "Dad, I have something to tell you."

Earl Hall originally had a doting smile, but when he saw his daughter's expression was very serious, he became serious: "What's the matter?"

"I just met Baron Gramir..." Audrey said about the differences she observed, which could be explained by sensitivity and care. She listed the questions in detail, stated all the doubts in concise words, and then focused on the fact that the other party seemed to be using perfume to cover up the faint smell of blood. After describing it, she added thoughtfully:

"I heard that 'Hurricane Lieutenant General' Chilinges has the ability to change into the appearance of others. Isn't he in Backlund recently?"

After listening quietly, Earl Hall's expression became extremely solemn. But he soon smiled and comforted his slightly flustered daughter. He realized that there might be an imminent crisis, but he couldn't notify everyone in order to numb the other party, so he asked his daughter to go to the lounge.

On the way to the lounge, Audrey looked back and saw Earl Hall communicating with a nobleman in a low voice with a serious expression.

Feeling powerless, Audrey felt uneasy again. She thought she should do something, so she found the small prayer room in Duke Negan's mansion, locked the door, and recited the honorary name of "The Fool" in the corner.

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"...Security is in place and the Duke has been notified. If that is really Qilingers, we will try our best to kill him on the spot."

The middle-aged noble looked at Earl Hall seriously: "Baron Gramiel is enjoying the dishes now. He had rested at home for two days on the grounds of physical discomfort and refused other banquet invitations, but he still came today. And he saw It is indeed in poor condition, which is true. There is nothing abnormal now, so we can only strengthen security."

"What if that is indeed Qilingos?" Earl Hall frowned. "Perhaps for some reason, he is indeed unable to complete his purpose tonight. If he does nothing, should we let him leave like this?"

"Your Majesty, Baron Gramir is a noble of the kingdom no matter what. We cannot test him without any reason."

The middle-aged noble was about to speak when his secretary came over and whispered a few words into his ear. His eyes widened slightly, and he immediately said to Count Hall: "Baron Gramiel just submitted his resignation to the Duke. He is not feeling well and still needs to rest. The Duke has promised him that a carriage will be arranged to escort him within ten minutes. Return to the mansion. Lord Earl, it seems that your worries will probably not come true tonight."

"That's a good thing... I hope I'm just being overly concerned."

It would be best if nothing happened, but recalling his daughter's unprecedented serious performance tonight, Earl Hall was still a little worried. After being temporarily separated from the middle-aged noble, he felt slightly uneasy and his eyes wandered around. Suddenly, he noticed the man sitting on the chair by the wall of the restaurant, who had completed the negotiation and was quietly reading a book.

"Mr. Ernst." He walked forward quickly and spoke to the young man, "Something happened that may interest you: I received news that someone suspected of being Zillinges appeared at the ball. .”

Mr. Ernst's eyes suddenly became dangerous.

"...My Lord Earl, thank you for coming here to tell me." He stood up, suddenly showing a sharpness that he had never seen before, "Is the source of the information reliable and has it been confirmed?"

"Not yet. The suspect is the Baron of the Kingdom. We have no right to take action at will." Earl Hall replied calmly.

"That's why I hope to get your help. We can't distinguish the changes in extraordinary abilities, and we can't act rashly, but you may be able to find clues. If that is the real Baron Gramir, I hope I can see him unscathed. If that is Zillingus, I hope you can kill or control him. The reward for him and my thanks to you will be great, and that's what you need, Mr. Richard Ernst."

"Thank you, Lord Earl." Richard replied kindly, "Even if I put aside the reward, I will still take action for this news - because I have several blood debts that I want to settle with this pirate general."

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The carriage specially used by the Duke's family to transport guests is well made, and the cushions in the carriage are spacious enough for a person to lie down horizontally. The interior decoration is luxurious and gorgeous, with gold and silver carvings climbing up from the door panels on both sides like vines to the roof, and gems reflecting candlelight, giving people an indescribable sense of nobility.

Smelling the incense in the car and sitting on the soft cushions, Qilingers finally felt a little relieved. He opened the silk blinds on the window and saw the carriage moving forward smoothly and driving out of the first wrought iron gate at an unhurried pace. He has already left the mansion and entered the surrounding gardens. In ten minutes, he will be able to completely leave the Duke's home and enter the streets of Backlund. As long as he blends into this city with a population of more than five million, no one can find him!

Zillinges' movements and mood relaxed a little, and his fingers were no longer clenched tightly together. He glanced at the quietly burning candle, his pupils tightened in an instant, and he suddenly had the feeling that the candle would suddenly jump high and explode, burning the entire carriage and himself to ashes in an instant!

Without thinking, he immediately raised his hand and extinguished the candle.

It’s the Rose School! The experienced pirate general reacted immediately in the next second. This method of using the surrounding objects to kill the opponent is exactly what the strong people in the "Prisoner" path do! Someone is testing him - how is it possible, when did my disguise get seen through? ! No, it's impossible. The "faceless man"'s disguise was perfect. Maybe it was just Duke Negan who heard the news and checked the members of the party.

Fortunately, my reaction to extinguishing the candle just now was within the scope of ordinary people and did not reveal my secret... I should have been more panicked...

In the darkness, Zillinges's brain worked quickly. The face of Baron Gramiel quickly revealed a panicked look that suited his identity and character. He stood up hurriedly, gasping for air in shock. The intuition of death came again. The moment Qilingers' hand touched the inner wall of the car, he suddenly had in his mind the idea that the mahogany car door would explode instantly, glass shards would fly everywhere, and sharp wood would penetrate his eyes and pierce his head, causing him to bleed. More than just a vision of instant death!

"Ah!" Baron Gramiel screamed in horror, rolling around in fear in the carriage, loudly banging on the carriage and shouting for help, but the driver and the horses seemed unaware of it.

As if he realized that no one would notice his danger, he hugged his head and huddled in the corner of the carriage, his face a mess of tears and cold sweat. After about a few minutes, the fear caused by everything around him quietly dissipated. The table was still a table, and the candles were still candles. There was no longer the feeling that he could take his life at any time.

Are you gone... Baron Gramir was still sobbing in panic, but Qilingos remained expressionless from beginning to end. He did not act rashly, and planned to slowly get up after a while, acting like an ordinary person, without leaving any doubts. ——At this moment, he suddenly smelled the smell of blood.

So close.

He was stunned, and Baron Gramir forgot his fear of acting for a moment, because he was very familiar with the bloody smell, coming from his left hand.

——This time, the strong man from the Rose School did not test him by putting pressure on the surrounding objects, but directly affected his hand, his left hand, and the "Creep Hunger" he wore on his left hand!

A glove that feeds on humans naturally has no loyalty at all! Under a higher level of threat, this magical object did not hesitate to show its fangs to its current owner. It revealed its true form from its human skin-like form, its black gloves opened with huge rips that were inconsistent with its size, and the crisis of death was pushed directly in front of Qilingos like a high wall!

Exposed! He instantly exited from the faceless state, and what greeted him was the thin silk curtain wrapped around him. It was as flexible as hands and feet, and wrapped around Qilingos' left side with a force that could overturn a carriage in an instant. Arm, the pirate general immediately felt that this arm was about to leave him forever.

But he did not panic. Death made him seek life more calmly. He herded the souls in the path of the "sun", opened his arms to embrace the sky, and the golden beam of light instantly burned through the roof of the carriage, turning the curtain into ashes. He took this opportunity to jump out surrounded by the wind. The driver who was startled and looked up at him broke his neck and stuffed it into the squirming hunger. Only then did this bloodthirsty magical item satisfy him for the time being. The master swallows it.

He glide through the air and fly quite a distance at extremely fast speeds, aiming for the ditch not far away. He had done his work in advance and knew that the water channel led to the underground river. The water channels were closely intertwined like a network, and there was no doubt that it was the road to escape. Even the strong men of the Rose School cannot intervene accurately when they cannot locate his specific location!

There was an explosion behind him, and then Qilingos was hit hard on the back. The carriage's heavy wheels, wrapped in several layers of iron sheets and inlaid with metal decorations, flew several meters into the air contrary to common sense. This heavy object weighing dozens of kilograms hit Qilingos's spine without any bias!

The pirate general spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell down in the air like a bird struck by an arrow. Almost all the bones in his upper body were broken by the wheel.

But he is not dead yet. The vitality of sailors is always very tenacious. He struggled and crawled forward with his fingers on the ground, dragging a winding trail of blood. There are still two meters away from the ditch, one meter——

"Kacha."

A leg wearing black strappy leather boots appeared in his field of vision. "The Angel of Temperance," Richard Ernst looked condescendingly at the fallen pirate, and lightly crushed his right hand and wrist.

TBC

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*This is the case. The author is keen on giving roles to small characters. He writes about the cunning and cruel Hurricane Lieutenant General in my heart, Qilingos, thank me!

*Then I accidentally wrote too much.