Quenched long order

Chapter 125
Westwood Harbor.

The Office of the City Lord's Mansion.

The sunlight passes through the exquisite windows and falls on the floor tiles with simple patterns.

Through this window, you can overlook most of the urban area of ​​Westwood Port, and of course, it also includes the most important port of Westwood Port.

A man in a luxurious coat stood in front of the window, his thin face was very shrewd, and his deep eyes were full of wisdom from his lowered eyebrows.

This person is the city lord of Westwood Port - Martin Aziz.

"When broken strangers set foot on this land."

"The black mist will divide the sky and the earth, and rebuild the whole world."

"The sun is afraid, the moon is timid, and death will bloom in the blood."

"Only the omnipotent can save everything."

The cadenced voice echoed in the room, and the rich syllables of the words were infectious.

Martin's eyes fell on the port, and on the water and sky in the distance.

The thick black mist in the middle, like a black line across the world, weighs on everyone's heart, naturally, including Martin.

"What should come, will always come."

Martin withdrew his gaze and looked at the people and wealthy businessmen gradually gathering in front of the Westwood Port Mansion, with a serious expression on his face.

"Hegel."

He said solemnly.

Behind the warrior statue in the corner of the office, the shadows trembled, and then a man in a black suit appeared with his hands behind his back.

"Please order." Hegel bowed slightly to show his respect.

"Help me tell Ms. Keisha Wirth that the situation is urgent and she needs to speed up the progress." Martin did not turn his head, "If you have any needs, you can bring them up."

"Yes." Hegel replied in a deep voice.

"By the way, the garrison team is very strict in their investigation. Be careful in the near future and don't leave any evidence." Martin ordered.

"Understood." Hegel dived into the shadows again.

Martin waited for two seconds before looking away from the window. He was sitting at his desk. On the wall behind him were countless medals and trophies. These were his achievements and achievements as the city lord for many years. Don't care, except for the cleaning staff who do routine cleaning, almost no one touches these shiny objects anymore.

Ximu Port is what he really cares about, and it is his only one.

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

A voice like a nightingale resounded outside the door.

"Master Martin, there are many people gathered outside the door, as well as those wealthy businessmen. They are all asking what is going on with the black fog on the horizon and whether it will sweep the entire Westwood Port. Many people even asked to leave Westwood Port, moved to the inland."

"Come in." Martin said calmly, without panic.

Crack, the door lock turns.

A woman with red hair pushed the door open a crack, glanced at the room with black eyes, then opened the door a little bit, and hid in sideways.

"Joan, you don't need to talk about those things outside the door." Martin raised his eyebrows as he looked at the woman with a graceful figure in front of him.

The woman named Joan had an apologetic expression on her face. Her hands seemed to have no place to rest. She could only nervously hold the documents in front of her chest, and carefully looked at the layout of the room.

Although he was working for the city lord Martin, the number of times he was able to come to Martin's office was not many, and it could even be said to be rare.

Most of the time, Martin will arrange work in advance. As one of the assistants of the city lord, he hardly has much free time.

On the other hand, Martin doesn't want to be disturbed frequently. If there is no important matter to knock on the door, his salary will usually be deducted, and in the worst case, he will be fired directly.

Of course, it was precisely because of this that Joan was able to obtain this position.

"Hey." Joan smiled and took a few steps forward.

"Sit down." Martin stretched out his right hand, making a gesture of invitation.

Joan nodded repeatedly and walked up.

Martin glanced at Joan's injured left knee. The wound was shallow and there were large friction marks, obviously caused by a fall. So he tapped the table twice with his right index finger and said:

"As the assistant of the city lord, you can pay a transportation fee in advance."

"Even if you need to visit the slums, you don't have to."

"Joan, although your words and deeds cannot replace anyone, but since I am in this position, as your employer, I still hope that you can go to work in a more ordinary way, at least not attracting attention."

"Are you short of money?"

His tone was very calm, not as if he was asking, but as if he was narrating.

Joan was standing behind the chair. When Martin pointed out the wound on her knee, she quickly covered it up. Then, she didn't nod slightly until she finished listening, but she reacted immediately and shook her head quickly.

"No, today was an accident."

She thought of the transport guy who had bumped herself around the corner.

Usually there is no one on that road...

Joan said in her heart.

"Sit down," Martin said.

Joan sat down with her legs together, covering the wound on her knee with the document in her hand.

"How do you think the people outside the door should deal with it?" When Joan sat down, Martin took out a mirror ball from the side drawer and placed it in the middle right of the two.

After Joan saw the mirror ball, she glanced carefully, and her distorted face was reflected in the mirror ball.

She looked at it for two seconds, looked away, and then replied: "No matter what the black mist in the distance is, it cannot cause the people to riot. I think we can find two people with enough reputation to give them a reassuring answer."

Martin nodded, looking at Joan.

At this moment, Joan felt as if two Martins were looking at him, one was sitting in front of him, and the other was observing himself from the mirror.

She couldn't help swallowing, trying to relieve the tension in her heart.

"But this trick is useless for rich merchants. Those service traders, grain merchants, and construction merchants... They will not leave easily until they get a definite answer." Martin's gaze fell into Joan's eyes.

At this moment, Joan felt that Martin was not looking at her, but observing the wealthy businessman outside the mansion through her eyes.

After about five seconds, when Joan finally realized that she hadn't answered for too long, she gave her answer:

"Why don't you tell them the truth?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it very much.

"What's the truth?" demanded Martin.

"I..." Joan thought of the black mist, she opened her mouth, seemed to think of several answers, and finally chose one, "I don't know either."

After Martin heard this answer, he smiled, but it was not a mocking smile, but a smile of encouragement.

"Yes, we don't know."

He continued.

"No one is omniscient, we don't know, and this is our answer."

Then, he leaned forward a little with his upper body.

"But, Joan, do you think we can answer them that way? Are they interested in 'we don't know'?"

Joan shook her head quickly.

"So." Martin paused, "Tell them with actions that we are solving this problem, and invite the garrison captain from Westwood Port as soon as possible, and Hume will deal with them."

"Oh." Joan nodded repeatedly, intending to stand up, but was stopped by Martin.

"This is not over yet." Martin stretched out his right hand and gently rolled the mirror ball, "Risk always coexists with opportunity. They came here not because they were afraid of danger, but because they smelled the smell of gold coins. Remember , Joan, they are a pack of wolves, and they will gather around when they smell meat, so give them a little sweetness."

Joan blinked after listening, she understood Martin's words, but didn't know what to do.

Martin crossed his fingers, put them in front of the table, and said softly: "Remember, speak for the poor and do things for the rich. You can ask them for their opinions on the reconstruction plan of the slums, and they must have rich opinions."

After Joan heard this, her eyes dimmed a little, and then they lit up again. After she nodded solemnly, she turned and left.

"Wait." Martin stopped Joan again.

"Ok?"

"After the work is done, let the financial department give you a 10% salary increase. Remember, keep your voice down."

After leaving the city lord's office.

Joan put away the smile on her face, and she clenched the document tightly with both hands, almost crumpling the document into a ball of paper.

……

Westwood Port.

The porters who were supposed to be busy put down their work and looked at the black mist in the distance. They discussed with each other, kept guessing, and pointed their fingers into the distance from time to time, hoping that this anxious thing would disappear immediately.

On the steps far from the crowd, a boy about ten years old and a young woman were also looking into the distance together. It was Edward and Avery.

"That sea area seems to include Stewart Island." Avery looked at the map in his hand, on which a piece of sea area outside Westwood Harbor was circled with a red pen. "There is black fog blocking it. I am afraid that the investigation team will not be able to approach Stewart Island."

"Well, I'm still late." Edward's face showed a maturity that didn't match his age.

"It seems that we can only solve the black fog first, and then find a way to go to Stewart Island." Avery sighed, with a sad face.

"However, things don't seem to be that simple." Edward looked into the distance. "Last night, I peeked into the past through astrology. There were indeed no survivors on Stewart Island, but something left from the island and came to Westwood Harbor."

"What!" Avery was very surprised, "Things, do you mean monsters?"

Edward shook his head, and replied: "No, it's a person, a person who came from the door of fate, and, moreover, a quencher."

"...If this person comes to Westwood Port, he will definitely report the situation on the island. However, the investigation team has never encountered such a person. Moreover, you can't even spy on...Edward. It's really... "Avery showed an unbelievable expression on his face, "If the quencher is speaking, is it a quencher at the level of a 'stand tower'? It should be impossible. There are only a handful of quenchers of this level. In the entire Westwood Port, I only know Who are you."

"Don't think too much, Avery, there are too many things in the world that cannot be deduced with common sense. In short, I have told Miranda about this and asked her to pay more attention. As for why I didn't come to the investigation team to explain the situation, maybe it's due to mistrust, or Or, it has already been here."

Edward fiddled with the bright golden disc on his chest, and continued:
"According to intelligence, in addition to Inspector Duncan, there is also a quencher on the island, named Luna, who is a mystic. Neither of them could escape from Stewart Island, but that person was able to leave. Both of them are high-level Xuan, that person may be a high-level, at least a high-level Xuan, and it is impossible to be a new bud. With this information, we should be able to narrow the scope of the search."

……

Medal of Honor Center.

Director Rooney looked at the representative of the investigation team in front of him with a solemn expression.

With the mysterious appearance of the black mist, his work encountered greater resistance.

Many disaster hunters who had been entrusted by him to solve the disaster had sent him the news of a temporary break this morning, which made the accumulation of disaster commissions, which were already small in number, thicker and thicker.

"Sorry, I can't provide any information about the quencher."

Rooney looked serious and refused very simply.

"The Medal of Honor Center has already encountered a crisis of trust due to the leak. Even though the two are representatives of the investigation team and belong to the Kingdom Department, Westwood Port also has Westwood Port regulations."

After speaking, he took a deep breath.

"Unless the two can provide a letter signed by City Lord Martin and Garrison Captain Hume."

That should do it... leave the trouble to them, otherwise, I think the Medal of Honor Center should be closed.

Rooney breathed a sigh of relief.

"Director Rooney, think about it carefully. If you delay the progress of the investigation team, perhaps your position will also be threatened." A representative of the investigation team said.

"Are you threatening me?" Rooney said in a low tone, his eyes sharper than ever.

If Sauer is here, he must feel very surprised, at least he has never seen Rooney like this.

Another representative of the investigation team said with a smile: "No, how come, Director Rooney misunderstood, we know that Westwood Port has Westwood Port regulations, but now the situation is special, we can immediately go to Martin City Lord and Defense Captain Hume to sign, in order to With Miranda's position as head, does Director Rooney think we can't do it?"

Rooney did not speak, lost in thought.

Really...how it all came together.

Having said that, Saul is really clever. Could it be that he thought of this a long time ago?Or is it purely a coincidence?
I just came to Westwood Port recently, and the quencher level is high-level or high-level, and I may be interested in the Stewart Island investigation team...

Except for the last point, Sauer can match up?

The person they are looking for is not Sauer, is it?
Speaking of which, I gave Shao the list of alchemists yesterday, and he hasn't come back yet. He just asked, and most of them would refuse. It shouldn't take so long. Could it be that he sensed the danger and chose to run away? ?

"Director Rooney, do you have to stop us?" A representative of the investigation team stood up.

"Don't, don't do this." Another representative of the investigation team immediately persuaded, but it was just words and no action.

Rooney slowly made a fist with his right hand.

The smell of gunpowder in the room is getting stronger and stronger.

Just at this time, there was a knock on the door, "Director Rooney, Santo Martin's assistant, Joan, hopes you can visit the Santo's mansion."

"Understood, I'll go there right away." Rooney replied loudly.

After finishing speaking, he stood up, looked coldly at the representative of the investigation team, and said, "You two might as well go with me."

(End of this chapter)