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Clayton was slightly surprised by the fact that he had not known about the forest before.

"Is it still like this now?"

"Generally speaking, this shouldn't be the case now." Akzi replied, looking at the foreman: "But if there is no one in the Gray Hat Gang's house, it might be true."

The army is sweeping away the mutated beasts in the forest, using the "tide of steel" when the train enters the station to cover up the sound of gunfire.

"Where is the specific location of the abandoned mine?" Clayton asked, he had a bad feeling.

There are also requirements for the storage environment of explosives.

This is usually a stable environment, especially for refining whale oil, as vibrations can cause the oil to explode.

Akzi pulled his pocket watch from his chest and looked at the time. He raised his head and replied, "I haven't been there. You can ask him. But don't think about going alone. They have more than one gang maintaining the 'secret base'. This matter It would be easier to use the authority of the Public Security Department."

"I will apply to the director of this diocese. He will definitely be willing to help after he knows the dangers of this batch of whale oil."

Clayton calculated that the handover of the St. Alvin Parish Sheriff's Department building was almost complete.

Soon he was able to use the money handed down by the parish council to attack his opponents.

If there were fifteen people who knew how to use guns and were willing to listen to his command, he believed that there would be nothing he couldn't do in this environment where all extraordinary beings must exercise restraint.

He looked at the foreman, who looked sincere.

"Those gang members are not responsible people and never take me there, so I don't know how to go there, but I know who often goes there." In the second half of the sentence, he spoke faster and hurriedly added, for fear of this There was a brief pause for Creighton to back down from his offer of leniency.

"who is it?"

"There's a strip club right around here called Broken Wing Angel, and their girls are sometimes hired to perform there."

Clayton looked strange but said nothing. This performance made the foreman even more nervous.

"We have a man who retired to live in the forest. He lives with his dog, is that true?" The lieutenant turned to Akci and asked a strange question in a relatively obscure way.

Akzi was also very interested in his reaction: "There is such a person, he has done a lot of things for us in the past, because he is a Druid, and his long-term sea life has damaged his skin and joints, so After retirement, he applied for a piece of land in the forest from us for recuperation as a reward, but I haven’t seen him for a long time, do you recognize him?”

"We only met recently and he is dying and has invited me to attend his funeral on Wednesday, but I don't know his name yet."

"Is he actually going to die?" Akzi was stunned for a moment before replying: "Everyone calls him Old Marshall, but he is only in his early forties, which is still young for 'people' like us."

Clayton didn't know what their relationship was, but judging from the fact that Marshall didn't seek help from the Presbyterian Church after being cursed, Marshall probably didn't think there was anyone worth turning to there, except for the mysterious ghost.

He stared at Akzi and spoke in a low voice, barely louder than the whirring of the looms in the background.

"Are you sure he has retired?"

The word "retirement" is not something you use lightly.

This is a special word from Taunton, born from the mercenary culture.

No one wants to fight for a lifetime, which means certain death, so mercenaries will agree on a working period with the mercenary group to which they belong. When the working period is up, if the person is still alive, he is eligible to go home and retire, and he can also be hired The Corps gets paid regularly.

After retirement, these workers have nothing to do with their original companies.

"I'm sure." Akzi's giant eyeball pupils were slightly enlarged, and his thinking reaction was more sensitive than the surface image: "That is to say, his current situation is related to Athena Bai Luge."

If it wasn't related to the envoys from the Holy Grail Society, there was no need for Clayton to ask about Marshall's official relationship with the Presbyterian Church.

He was expecting the armed forces of the Presbyterian Church to formally intervene in the Holy Grail Society.

"The peace between us and the Holy Grail Society involves a devil's contract, so we can't help. Those invisible ones judge the contract very harshly, they read minds directly, and Marshall has indeed left the Presbyterian Church, everyone is so Think, including himself.”

"what a pity."

"Do you still need him?" Akchi glanced at the foreman, who had a solemn expression on his face, waiting for them to surrender.

"No need."

Clayton answered nonchalantly. He was busy thinking and immersed in the joy of this sudden enlightenment.

Athena Bailuge's course of action so far has finally been revealed.

He had already deduced the general scope of the woman's activities, as well as the defense measures left by the other party. He even got the answer to the Gray Hat Gang's purpose of stealing refined whale oil in his thinking.

For the first time, Clayton had the complete upper hand in this confrontation.

Then he felt regretful that killing those Hook detectives was a mistake.

If he could have known the Spider Priest's plan early, he might have been able to use those warriors for his own use, at least not to do anything for her anymore - the Holy Grail Society had no real intention to cooperate with those armed detectives, and he already had a piece of evidence to prove this. Points, not much, but enough to make them retreat.

Next, just ask Mary for help and let her friends tell the location of the mine where the Gray Hats are hiding, and everything will be over.

Bruno woke up from severe pain and saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

"I'm still alive." He murmured with a bit of amazement and a bit of confusion. He remembered that he had been tricked by the dwarf before.

That bastard, he has been treating him well!

"Are you sure you want to say this as the first thing you say when you wake up?" Someone next to you questioned, "Then you are more useless than we thought before."

Bruno looked towards the source of the sound. A Nightingale from the Kingdom Intelligence Department was sitting on a chair beside the bed, holding a booklet in his hand, looking very leisurely.

He lowered his head and tore open the blood-stained clothes. The spot on his skin where the bullet had been shot curled up strangely toward the center and bulged outward, like a black hill, but the injury was indeed stopped.

Nightingale closed the manual with one hand and looked up at him: "A practical ranger trick, very effective for the symptoms of bleeding. But simple observation is just a waste of time, you can't learn it through the appearance of the wound."

"I just find it incredible."

Bruno said dryly. He was actually not that surprised, but he was pretending to be so.

"I thought you had accepted the world. What did you find in the Carolingians that would make him bribe your dwarf minions to shoot you in the street?"

The detective relaxed against the bedside. After pondering for a moment, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Well, now that I think about it, Sanders probably didn't betray me. He just fell under someone's evil spell, just like this." He looked at his chest.

Nightingale lowered her eyebrows: "Say it again in front of me, what is this?"

"It's a mysterious spell. I'm sorry, I worded it inappropriately." Bruno was able to bend and stretch.

The blond man who worked in the Kingdom's Intelligence Department snorted coldly: "Rescuing you is against Nightingale's code of conduct. You'd better make me think it's worth it."

"Then I'll try to be as short as possible, cough, cough, cough." Bruno wanted to raise his voice, but there was a strange itch in his lungs. The bullet did not penetrate his body, but the impact shocked his organs. . He covered his mouth until the coughing stopped and some blood sprayed on his palms.

"This is just a minor injury and will be cured soon, provided you have no reservations about us."

"Caroline took in a woman in his mansion, and she may have some mysterious power. I don't know what their relationship is, maybe they are partners, but they are suspicious of each other. I will be attacked by that group of people." Maybe it has something to do with that woman."

Nightingale raised his eyebrows, feeling surprised for the first time: "You have never been to the Carolingian house. How did you know about this?"

In order to ensure safety, they maintained secret surveillance on this informant for a period of time, and they were able to determine that all previous communications between Bruno and Carolingian were transmitted indirectly through servants.

A person with Caroline's status will never let unscrupulous people into his house. Although Bruno has good abilities, his reputation is quite bad because of his interactions with gangs. Hiring him publicly will also damage him. The honor of nobility.

"Perfume, my friend, perfume. Ahem, ahem," Bruno replied with a smile as he coughed. "When the Carolingian servant handed the envelope to me, every time I could smell the pungent smell on the letter paper, but not on the envelope. I have only smelled that kind of inferior perfume on street girls. , doesn’t this explain anything?”

It is true that Bruno is a guy of low status, and so is a street girl.

How could someone who wears such a low-quality perfume come into contact with Carolinian?

He had previously suspected that the servant met his old lover before setting off, but that didn't make sense.

What kind of person is still in the mood to communicate with his lover while carrying confidential documents that need to be delivered as soon as possible? Moreover, the time at which Carolyn conveyed the news to him was not stable. How could this servant ensure that his lover could find time to meet him every time?

Moreover, messages delivered by Carolingians are usually packaged in envelopes. If there is only a brief contact, there should be no smell on the letter paper, and the smell should be outside the envelope.

But there was no perfume smell outside the envelope.

Just the smell of the letter means that another person has read the document before it is stuffed into the envelope.

The only person who can read Carolingian's unsent letters is someone who is with him.

How could a woman who wears low-quality perfume mix with aristocrats? Carolingian would not be so confused as to maintain a lover's relationship with a woman of such status, and even if he is a lover, he would not read Caroling's personal letters at any time, especially this kind of A very boring letter.

Then the answer is clear.

This woman lived with Caroline, but they didn't trust each other very much. She even had the ability to conduct surveillance work without others being aware of it, but she didn't have the care of a professional spy, and her unfounded confidence made her I don't care about this flaw, it's obvious that he has extraordinary abilities.

"How long did it take you to think of this?" Nightingale straightened her back and asked with interest.

"It's hard to tell clearly. I probably found out after getting the message from the servant for the third time." Bruno coughed a few times and sighed again.

At this time, showing off his reasoning ability can no longer give him a sense of accomplishment. Because of his carelessness and greed, he ignored the possibility of this woman causing an accident. As a result, other assistants in the detective agency are now almost out of control and may even be in danger. .

If he could, he would have preferred not to accept Carolingian's employment in the first place.

Unfortunately, too many people need this money.

Even if he had it to do over again, he might still choose to accept it, but he would just pay more attention.

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