Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 286 The curtain opens
"Please, Mr. Wordsworth."

Herama personally poured a glass of wine and handed it over. At this moment he also found that the opponent did not seem as simple as he thought.

"I'm ashamed to say that a special believer in my sect suddenly disappeared two days ago."

"Special believers?"

“His name is Marcus, and he doesn’t know how he did it, but he has two souls living in his body.

A few months ago, he came to me for revenge against Dou Niwar."

"Dou Niwar, it's really interesting. It seems that this name appears in everything you Mosesad. I am becoming more and more interested in him."

Prince Herama looked at the crocodile-like monster tearing flesh in the hall and smiled happily. The urge to hunt, a feeling that had disappeared for a long time, surged in his body again.

"My mind was elsewhere at the time."

Wordsworth remembered the little brass toy in the bag:

"I didn't spend too much time interrogating him. I didn't expect that this guy was also an undercover sent by someone else."

Prince Herama nodded. The believer who had the core intelligence had just disappeared, and the Saint's Faction canceled tonight's transaction. No matter how you look at it, the two are inseparable.

It should be that the ambush plan of his today was brought out by the undercover agent, and the other party is now like a frightened bird.

"I just wonder if this missing believer of yours is a member of the Saint's Sect?"

“It’s impossible to verify now.

The Saints just called and said they will reschedule the transaction to tomorrow night."

Prince Herama and Wordsworth could barely accept this condition. After all, they had neither people nor inventions.

"Okay, tomorrow night, that's perfect. I'm also looking forward to meeting the inquisitors of the Saint's sect. I hope they won't let me down."

"But... the other party may have guessed that we don't have Nicholas."

Although the previous meeting with Herama did not involve any irrelevant believers, the undercover agent might still be able to infer the current emptiness of Wordsworth and Herama from clues.

"It's okay, let's talk. As long as the price is right, everything can be negotiated."

Prince Herama admitted that this man was able to see through Wordsworth's plan and even placed an undercover agent next to Wordsworth a few months ago. This was definitely an opponent that could be taken seriously.

What was his "opponent" Liu Yonglu doing? Did he really see through the murderous intentions at the Hongmen Banquet tonight?
He knew exactly what was going on. Right now, Liu Yonglu was wearing sneakers and playing football in the backyard of Millie Tang's house.

A small ball was pushed far away by him. Xiaohu went to pick up the ball. Liu Yonglu stood with his hands on his hips and looked at the dark clouds in the sky:
"Oh, why isn't it raining? Let's wait until tomorrow. If it doesn't rain, I'll have to change the time."

"Ricky, phone!"

The door to the backyard was pushed open by Millie Tang. She had just finished taking a shower and had a bath towel wrapped around her head. Liu Yonglu trotted over to answer the phone, while Xiaohu, who came back with a small ball, stood there staring at Millie Tang.

Liu Yonglu walked into the living room and took the receiver. Kou Gang's voice came from the other side. The young man had returned to New New Lent after his vacation ended two days ago.

"Captain Ricky, I have completed the two tasks you asked me to do. I just went to Nicholas's place to get the things. Now the boxes are piled on the carriage, and the carriage is parked in a safe place near Mr. Milly Tang's house."

"Are there a lot of things?"

"It's quite a lot. Two large boxes, but they're not too heavy. I asked Captain Carol to accompany me."

"Okay, tomorrow, you can come with us and follow Carol's car."

Tomorrow Liu Yonglu will trade with Wordsworth. His plan is for him and Millie Tang to go in and have a detailed discussion, while Kogan, the genius siblings, Carol, and Lin Brown will be outside to provide support.

Too many people would easily expose the truth, and besides himself and the little genius brother and sister, no one else understood the teachings of the Saint's Sect. He and Mili Tang both had ancient relics, so even if they suddenly attacked, others would be able to support them in time.

"The villa has been rented. It's on Helen Street. I just came back from packing it up. You can go there and take a look tomorrow. It's cheap and good."

"I'm at ease with you doing the job. We'll meet at the villa you rented at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning as planned."

It was Millie Tang's idea to change the transaction location. There was no special reason. It was simply because Millie Tang was suspicious by nature. Anyway, the other party agreed to postpone the transaction time, which meant that they were in a hurry. So it would be better to ask for a sky-high price and change the transaction location.

"No problem, Mr. Richie. Then...what should we wear for tomorrow's operation? Do we need to bring weapons?"

"Just wear your usual windbreaker and carry your weapon. Do you remember what I told you yesterday?"

"Remember, fight if you can. The more lively the fight, the better."

"Oh, yeah, one more thing."

On the other end of the phone, Kou Gang was sitting on a chair in the switchboard room of the Investigation Department with his feet crossed. It's amazing that he actually felt like an investigator.

"Do you know the shooter?"

"Gunner? You'd have to ask Captain Carroll. He used to serve in the army."

"It's not that kind of ghostwriter, it's the ghostwriter who writes articles for others."

"Oh, let me think, what do you want to write?"

"Write an autobiography for Nicholas. He's in New Newland. We talked about writing books before. I want to find someone with a good pen to help him write the rough outlines, and I'll do some finishing touches."

"How much can you give?"

"Nicholas is from a wealthy family, with plenty of money. The key is to write fast. Slow is not good. Write 20,000 words a day and try to publish it before the Continental Expo. Don't write a big book, just a thin booklet." "Then... I'll let my sister write it, Miles. The school is on vacation recently, and she writes well."

Kou Gang's habit of taking advantage of others comes back again. It's better to keep the money for himself since it's given away for free.

"The meat is rotten in the pot. I think it's okay. Let your sister start tonight. If you need any materials, take my badge and ask Nicholas to cut them."

"Okay, Mr. Ricky, I'm fine now, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

After Liu Yonglu hung up the phone, he stood in the living room and thought for a while. After finding nothing missing, he turned around and went back to the backyard. Hey, just as he was on the phone for a while, Millie Tang and Xiaohu started playing.

The two of them can be said to be well matched. Xiaohu has some problems with coordination when running, and the same goes for Mili'er.

She used to sit in the study every day studying, and at most went out for a walk after dinner. She didn't have any athletic talent at all. The two of them didn't talk, just passed the ball back and forth.

Liu Yonglu folded his arms and watched from the side. It was good to ease the relationship. These past two days, when Xiaohu saw Millie Tang, he didn't say a word and just stared at her with his big eyes.

Millie Tang also has a temper. When has she ever suffered such an injustice? She pretended not to see Xiaohu when she saw him. No one knew who gave in first today. Anyway, it was a good thing that the relationship had eased.

The small ball rolled to Liu Yonglu's feet.

"Come on, you two, let's go upstairs and go to bed."

"Ricky, don't forget to come and pack your things later."

The villa has been rented, but Millie Tang is still planning to take some things from home to decorate it. The secret base of the Holy Maiden Sect must be different from an ordinary house.

Liu Yonglu first sent Xiaohu upstairs to wash up and lie down to sleep, and then he tiptoed out of the room.

At this time, there were four large boxes on the floor in the study, and Millie Tang was picking books from the bookshelf. As the first belief of the Western Continent, there were naturally many related books written by religious scholars. When Millie Tang saw Liu Yonglu coming in, she clapped her hands, found a chair to sit down, and began to direct Liu Yonglu.

"That pile contains ritual materials that can be used in the forbidden spells of the Saint's sect. Put them in the brown box.

Don't move the blue box, it contains my personal belongings."

The two had discussed before and planned to live in a temporarily rented villa for two days. It was unlikely that the deal would be settled on the first try. If the other party saw that the villa was empty during the next contact, they would definitely become suspicious.

"Mr. Richie, have you mastered the black box technique I taught you the day before yesterday?"

"I've practiced it. I think this is easier than the predator's smile."

"But remember, this forbidden spell must be used with caution. If there is a chance, I would like you to practice it in your own deserted island dreamland first."

"No, no, no, that won't do. Those people are my bread and butter, my loyal listeners. How can I use them as a test? "

A few days ago, Millie Tang had suggested letting Liu Yonglu enter her fantasy dreamland to kill a frog first to test the effect, but this guy refused to agree. Millie Tang also thought about bringing him into her fantasy dreamland, but...

"Mr. Ricky, you look at me and imagine doing something bad to me."

"Again?"

Liu Yonglu raised his head and stared at Millie Tang slyly, and he almost started to laugh as he stared at her. Millie Tang gently stroked the necklace around her neck, still without any reaction.

"Have you thought about it?"

"I thought about it. Very bad things."

"Then what do you enjoy?"

"I was thinking the worst..."

"Go to hell you!"

Millie Tang grabbed the cushion on the seat and threw it at Liu Yonglu's face, but it was useless. He couldn't meet the conditions to open her dreamland. Only when he felt pure malice could the snowy wasteland appear.

"By the way, didn't you tell me about Brundtrang a few days ago? This morning, Mr. Shani..."

"He also told me that it seems that this hidden danger has been resolved."

Millie Tang knew that even though it was Mr. Shani who relayed the message, it must have been Xiaohu who did it. The kid's status was there, so there was nothing to worry about him taking action.

"That's fine, I've almost finished cleaning it up... Oh, yes, I can cut off the chicken strips, in case the other party has a fantasy dream, I can still get something out of it."

"Okay, there is one more thing I want to make clear to you in advance. The inquisitors of the Holy See are all children who have been trained since childhood. They are generally not very old. Even the Chief Inquisitor Bill is only about forty years old. Don't turn yourself into an old man again.

And most importantly, your original accent is too easy to recognize. You must change it."

"Don't worry, it's not difficult for you to introduce the accent, just watch it tomorrow.

But... I mean, just in case, I say I'm happy and say something like this, you should remember to remind me."

Here comes today’s joke. By this point in the story, young and old men may have guessed what this joke is.

Hey, it’s Monday, and everyone has to go to school and work again, come on.

A friend told me this morning that the temperature in Tianjin has dropped, so everyone should keep warm.

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(End of this chapter)