Quenched long order

Chapter 126 Locking and Rescuing

The reception room of the city lord's mansion.

The assistant served wine glasses to the guests in the reception room, and the purple wine was gently shaking in the glasses, exuding a strong aroma.

The representative of the investigation team moved the wine glass away, and then went straight to the point, expressing his intention for coming.

Rooney was sitting on the side, beside him was Hume, the captain of the Westwood Port Guard, and Martin, the city lord, was sitting at the master's seat of the round table.

No matter what the outcome of the discussion was, there was no need for him to confront the representatives of the investigation team now.

"I already understand the purpose of the two of you."

Martin's voice was always polite, and then he changed the subject and said:

"Westwood Port has always been famous for its inclusiveness and freedom. People who come here are the citizens of Westwood Port. Among them, the quenchers who come here especially, either stop for a while, or buy goods. Although they are rare, when you look closely, they are also It can't be counted on one palm, why are you two so sure that this quencher will touch the center of the Medal of Honor?"

In any case, the Medal of Honor Center is the department he founded.

"This..." The representatives of the investigation team looked at each other, as if they were communicating. They knew the reason, but they didn't really want to tell it. After all, this was the intelligence from the investigation team.

Rooney crossed his fingers behind his head and stretched his legs in a waist-stretching pose.

What could be more satisfying than deflated representatives of these high-spirited investigation teams?
However, under Hume's gaze, Rooney sat down immediately.

"Even if the Medal of Honor Center takes a step back."

Seeing that the two did not answer for a long time, Martin spoke again:
"Give the information about the quencher to the two of you, how should the Medal of Honor Center face the quencher who is willing to believe in Westwood Port this time?"

In many cases, to persuade others, you only need to show your own difficulties.

Rooney glanced at Martin, and then at Hume beside him. He felt that things were not as simple as he imagined, and he still remembered what Hume had said to him before.

The representatives of the investigation team seem to know the current situation. If they don’t give a suitable reason, if they want to get the information of the quencher, they can only ask Miranda, the head of the investigation team, to come, and that also means that the mission of the two has failed. Although there will be no punishment, failing to complete the task itself is a proof of lack of strength.

Therefore, after the two whispered a few words, they spoke out the information they had.

This information is consistent with what Edward told Avery at the port.

Following the narration of the representative of the investigation team, the expression on Martin's face became more serious.

At this time, he was recalling the prophecy about Westwood Port.

When broken foreigners set foot on this land...

According to the investigation team, none of the people on Stewart Island should have survived. However, the results of astrology showed that there was a "person" who left from Stewart Island and came to Westwood Port.

Could it be that the so-called dilapidated foreigners refer to those who left Stewart Island and came to Westwood Port?

Is he the one who brought the disaster?
Or is he the omnipotent person?

If this is the reason, it is indeed worth trying, at least, to find this person first.

Thinking of this, Martin picked up the wine glass on his right, took a sip, and let the wine slide from his throat into his belly.

He was about to speak, but was interrupted by the guard captain Hume.

"Two members of the investigation team, is there any problem with the intelligence?"

Hume's eyes swept over the two of them, and he was not angry:
"First of all, since there are no survivors on Stewart Island, where did this 'person'... come from?"

"Secondly, the level span of the quencher obtained by divination seems to be too large. Although the ability and characteristics can better represent the strength of a quencher, there is a considerable gap between the spin height and the large level. There is a soul body between these two levels. Why is the strength obtained by divination so vague? If the two levels cannot be distinguished, does it mean that the level of astrology itself is insufficient?"

Hume's words seemed to anger one of the representatives of the investigation team, but was calmed down by another representative.

"We can't disclose too much." The representative of the investigation team replied calmly.

"Then we can't reveal too much." Hume's answer was very straightforward.

"I can assure you that there is nothing wrong with divination." A clear female voice came from outside the door, with an unquestionable tone.

Then, the door of the reception room was opened, and a woman with long blond hair and silver-white armor stood at the door, as if, as soon as she appeared, the atmosphere in the reception room became severe.

"Captain Miranda!" Two representatives of the investigation team immediately stood up.

After seeing Captain Miranda, the city lord Martin stood up with a smile, and at the same time greeted politely:

"It turns out that Captain Miranda is here, sorry for your disrespect."

"Joan!"

He shouted.

Joan with red hair quickly responded outside the door.

"You're welcome, Lord Martin, I'm here to discuss something important." Miranda walked into the reception room.

"Naturally." Martin smiled and waved to Joan who was standing by the door. Then, he looked at Miranda and stretched out his right hand, "Please sit down."

"no need."

Miranda didn't intend to sit down. She looked at Hume and continued:
"There is nothing wrong with astrology, you can rest assured."

Hume glanced at Miranda, and their confident eyes met. After two seconds, Hume took the initiative to look away and glanced at the red wine glass on the table. Then, he shook his head and replied:
"Why is there no problem?"

Compared with before, his tone seems not strong enough.

Rooney glanced at the two of them. He was going to say a few words to ease the atmosphere, but when he saw this scene, he wisely chose to shut up.

"Because this is obtained from the astrology of the tower-level quencher." Miranda said slowly.

Hearing this answer, Hume was shocked, and he replied:
"Tower level?"

"Although there are quite a few high-level quenchers, tower-level ones that are higher up and capable of manufacturing domains are extremely rare."

"On the Oren Continent, there are only 11 tower-level people who can be named. Of course, there are some anonymous powerhouses, but these are even rarer, and here, they are also proficient in astrology..."

The answer seems to be on the horizon.

"But... Prophet Stuart has disappeared for a long time..."

Hume frowned.

"Or, there is a new tower class, is it the disciple of the prophet? Calculate the time, it is indeed..."

Thinking of this, he realized that things seemed more complicated than he thought.

"and many more."

Rooney also realized that something was wrong, and couldn't help but speak:
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation, but if what you said, Captain Miranda, is true."

"Just now they said..."

He pointed to representatives of the investigative mission.

"...It can only be judged that the level of this quencher is between the high level and the high level, and then there are 'people' fleeing from the island where no one survived..."

"Who is it that can hide so well under the astrology of the tower-level quencher?"

"It's not that I want to compare, look at me... I'm still the captain..."

He glanced at the captain beside him.

"...If you are spied on by this level of astrology, not to mention the location, location, and appearance, it is almost equivalent to not wearing clothes, and you can even spy on where you will go in the future."

"But this... person? He can't even determine his strength, and his current position can only be determined in Westwood Port?"

"I really want to know, what is he..."

After speaking, Rooney frowned, as if unable to outline the target the investigation team wanted to find in his mind.

"This is also what we want to know." Captain Miranda gave his own answer.

Hume still wanted to say something, but he found that it seemed useless to continue talking.

"It seems that things are clear."

Santo Martin broke the brief silence.

"Since Captain Miranda came to explain the situation in person, West Wood Harbor will naturally fully cooperate with the investigation."

"Captain Hume, do you have any questions?"

He looked at Hume, waiting for the latter's answer.

Hume thought for a while, then shook his head slowly.

"Director Rooney, I hope you can fully cooperate with the investigation team and provide all necessary assistance. If the survivors mentioned by the head Miranda did come to Westwood Port, it may be a big disaster for Westwood Port. Ultimately it still needs to be resolved.”

"If you have any questions, you can come to me..."

"...and Captain Hume."

After finishing speaking, Martin's eyes fell on Miranda's exquisite face. Although he was a warrior, this face did not show any traces of weather, as if he had stepped out of a painting.

"Thank you, Santo." Miranda didn't avoid this sight. It seemed that, to her, this kind of sight was rare and normal, and she didn't need to pay attention to it at all.

"I see." Rooney nodded, and then sneaked a glance at Hume.

Due to the leak of the quencher's information, the information of the new quencher has been rewritten, and it is not saved as the quencher. This also means that only if he knows his true identity, even if he cooperates fully, he still has a lot of room for manipulation.

Hume looked at Rooney, blinked, and said nothing more.

"By the way." Head Miranda seemed to have thought of something, she looked down at Rooney, and said, "I hope Director Rooney will not be limited to the quencher, and if possible, the information related to the commission can also be shared with the investigation team. "

"Is that so?" Rooney was very surprised, but didn't say anything more.

"This survivor knows how to disguise himself. He did not inform the investigation team of the information on Stewart Island. Therefore, he may not necessarily act as a quencher." Captain Miranda gave a reason.

"I see..." Rooney nodded repeatedly.

……

Sauer and Kraut returned to Westwood Harbor in a carriage.

The black fog in the distance is indeed dangerous, but it is still not approaching, and Westwood Port is still safe.

Since whether the Mance family can be restored to its original state is related to time, the first place the two went to was the Mance family.

The black carriage slowly stopped in front of Mance's house, and the two got out of the carriage.

The Mance family has not been hauled, the statue of the King of the Black Domain in the house has been recovered, there is no risk of disaster, and it is not known whether the Mance family can be transported, so at this time, the Mance family who has been turned into furniture The Smiths, as well as the Sheriff, were kept inside the house.

In front of Mance's house, a colored ribbon separates it.

This was handled by Rooney's staff. After all, there was no guarantee that there would be thieves who didn't have eyesight.

"It's in there."

Sauer pointed to the inside of the house, he lifted the ribbon, walked over, quickly came to the door, observed the doors and windows, and found that they were all closed.

"I'm going to get the keys."

After speaking, he walked towards Mrs. Mariela's house.

Amid the knock on the door, came the sound of slightly familiar footsteps.

With a snap, the door opened.

Behind the door was Mariela's tired face, but after seeing Saul, this face was suddenly full of vitality, and the melancholy eyes suddenly became brighter.

"Saul."

she shouted.

"Give me the key to the Mance family." Saul went straight to the point. He could chat slowly, but the Mance family was not sure. "I found an alchemist willing to help. His name is Kraut."

As he spoke, he pointed to Kraut beside him.

When Kraut saw Mrs. Mariela looking over, he waved his hand as a greeting.

"However." Saul did not give a guarantee, "He just tried it, and no one knows the result."

"That's good." Mariela wiped the corners of her eyes, "That's good, I'll get you the key right away."

After speaking, she turned and walked into the house.

At this moment, Sauer thought of what Rooney said.

Giving Mariela an expectation is far better than letting her accept the reality.

After getting the key, Saul and Kraut entered Mance's house and came to Mance who had turned into a chair.

On the chair, the distorted face, even though it has been seen many times, is still shocking when it is seen again.

A horrifying scream came, but it was already very weak, as if the sound had passed through layers of barriers before it could be heard successfully.

Kraut looked at Mance, who was affected by the power of the King of the Black Domain, and seemed to be observing carefully. His eyes seemed to want to see every detail clearly.

"Is this Mance?"

he asks.

Saul nodded.

Kraut withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and a pale puppet appeared beside him.

Saul was a little surprised.

After the pale puppet appeared, it jumped up slightly and landed on Mance's changing chair. Then, four silk threads fell from the fingertips onto Mance's face on the chair.

The thread stretches until it snaps.

Afterwards, the pale puppet disappeared.

"My guess was right."

Kraut glanced out the window, then turned back, and his eyes fell on the chair again:
"He was stuck in an independent time and space, so he can live until now."

"Because it is not deformed, there is no need to consider whether the human body is healthy, which is good news."

"In terms of human body refining, the alchemy research of the Kingdom of Pelos is not in-depth, and it is not allowed, so if it is really deformed, it may only take the restoration route."

"If you want to restore Mance to normal, you can first create a cut between the independent time and space and our time and space. Because he is squeezed by time and space, a part of his body will be pushed out, that is, recovery."

"Afterwards, we need to fix the connected time and space, and then slowly cut the other connections. When the size of the incision is completely equal to Mance's body, we will create a short space-time pressure to let him be sucked back to our time and space. After he has all left, we will quickly close the incision."

Kraut said a lot at once.

Sauer listened carefully at the beginning, but later on, although he could still understand, he had no idea how to operate it.

"So, what should I do?"

he asks.

"You're busy." Kraut said with a smile in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)