my beauty world

Chapter 160 You Have Death Coil, I Use Drilling Wood to Make Fire (6000 words)

London, Heathrow Airport.

Mr. Matthew, a great detective from the United States, ended his extremely unsuccessful business in Los Angeles, and came to England with exhaustion and little property left, ready to start his detective career again.

"But the stubborn British guys look down on the rednecks from the United States, and the business is still in a mess."

Ronan dragged his suitcase and walked outside the terminal building, muttering in his heart: "The great detective Matthew finally went bankrupt and became one of the homeless in London, lost in the bustling lights of the metropolis, and disappeared into the vast crowd..."

Exit the terminal, hail a taxi, and head to Westminster, London.

Before departing from Los Angeles, Ronan booked a hotel and went directly to the Guard Hotel.

This hotel is very close to Buckingham Palace and Westminster Abbey. Standing on the balcony of the room, Ronan can see many familiar landmarks.

Glancing at the Palace of Westminster and Big Ben, Ronan tried to keep a low profile in London as he did in Los Angeles.

If you really can't keep a low profile, there's nothing you can do about it.

Although Ilsa never said it clearly, based on various circumstances, it is not difficult for Ronan to judge that the Knights of the Round Table really exist.

Arthur and Merlin, and the Lady of the Lake, might still be alive.

Wonder where the sword in the stone is hidden?

Ronan turned to look at Buckingham Palace, in the hands of the Knights of the Round Table, or in the collection of the Windsor family?

I don't know if the crown prince here will wait for a long time?

Ronan checked the room carefully and made sure of the way out, and then sent a message to Ilsa: "I'm here, at the Guards Hotel."

In the vast Kingsman Manor, Ilsa just parked the car in front of the main house, picked up the phone and took a look, the corners of her mouth could not help but upturned, she let out an unconcealable smile, and quickly replied: "I'll find you before dark."

Ronan wrote back: "I'll wait for you to come over."

"Give you a sincere suggestion." Sending a message is easier to let go than making a phone call. Ilsa quickly edited the text message: "Have a good sleep, and then go to eat a full stomach."

Ronan sent another question mark over.

There was a kind of restlessness in Ilsa's bones: "Because you won't have time to rest in the next day!"

"Ok, I will wait for you!"

Suddenly, someone knocked on the car window. Ilsa put away her mobile phone, looked up, and found that it was an acquaintance, Ana Armas from Billena Island.

She said, "Ilsa, Arthur is waiting for you."

Ilsa opened the door and got out of the car, nodded slightly: "Thank you."

Anna stepped aside, although they were all students of Galahad, and she was rescued by Ilsa to England, but Ilsa has always been very indifferent to her.

Ilsa stopped talking, put her left hand in her trouser pocket, and went straight into the main room.

Arthur sat in front of the big round table: "Sit wherever you want."

Ilsa sat on the bench outside the round table as before: "Arthur, do you have a mission?"

The aged Arthur put on his glasses and said, "You did a good job in Syndicate, you grew up very fast, and you brought back crucial information."

Ilsa tentatively asked: "Does the Roundtable have any plans for Syndicate?"

Arthur could tell: "Troubled?"

"Yes." Facing the mentor and elder Arthur, Ilsa directly said what troubled her: "I am now the No. [-] member of the Syndicate. If something happens to Ryan, I will become the leader of the Syndicate."

Arthur was not stingy with words of praise: "Very good, you did a good job."

Ilsa waited quietly for Arthur's instructions.

Arthur said: "The Round Table Conference lacks a peripheral intelligence organization. Once something goes wrong with MI6, more than half of our eyes will be blind. If the Syndicate can become a peripheral organization of the Round Table Conference, it would be perfect."

As an older leader of an extraordinary organization, Arthur naturally has a considerable view of the overall situation: "Ilsa, after returning to the European continent, one of your tasks is to master more power and manpower of the Syndicate until it completely replaces Solomon- Lane."

The education Ilsa received has always put national interests first, and she immediately responded: "Yes!"

Arthur took off his glasses and rubbed his old and dry eyes: "Before returning to the European continent, there is one more task for you to complete. Syndicate, you handled it very well. This time, when you come back, I will personally host your knight promotion ceremony." .”

He squinted at Ilsa, and seemed to be able to see the reality of people at a glance: "Your physical fitness has improved rapidly, surpassing the boundary between a gentleman and a knight."

Ilsa said: "I have some strange gains in continental Europe."

Arthur didn't ask much, and nodded slightly: "These harvests can be used with confidence, without any negative effects."

Ilsa thought of the meat that Ronan made her eat. The unique cooking made her stronger, especially in terms of strength.

As for the task that Arthur said, the teacher Galahad had actually told her, so she called Ronan.

This is most likely related to Ronan's promotion.

Arthur gave Ilsa a file bag: "This is the task entry, and there are some other situations. You will have doubts after reading it. Go to the Royal Academy of Art and ask Veronica."

Ilsa took it over: "I understand."

She was about to leave, but when she thought of Ronan, she said in advance: "I plan to invite a friend to help."

Arthur waved his hand: "The task is in your hands, you have to do it."

He is not old fashioned, knows how to be flexible, and personal connections are also a manifestation of ability.

According to the regulations, Ilsa went out of the hall and entered the review room next to her, carefully checked the information in the file bag, and kept it firmly in her head.

Like the news revealed by the teacher Galahad, this task is very likely to involve the strange existence of suspected dementors.

The file cannot be taken away. Ilsa finished reading and collected the file, then called Veronica on the file, and made an appointment to meet tomorrow afternoon. She copied her left hand into her trouser pocket and walked out of the front door quickly.

Anna was in front of the car, saw her coming, and said, "Ilsa, can I ask you something?"

Ilsa nodded slightly: "I don't necessarily answer if it involves confidentiality."

Anna rubbed small stones on the soles of her shoes and asked, "Is Martin okay?"

Ilsa wondered: "Who is Martin?"

Anna also went through training for a while, and immediately realized that Martin was a fake name, and pointed towards the European continent: "Paris, France, the one who saved me."

When it comes to Ronan, Ilsa is cautious: "I don't know."

Anna couldn't help the disappointment on her face.

Ilsa walks past her to get into the car.

Anna didn't give up, and asked again: "Do you know his real name? Can you tell me his real name?"

Ilsa still said: "I don't know."

Open the door, get in the car, start it, and drive away.

Anna was annoyed and kicked the stones away.

Ilsa drove into London, and soon came to the West End, entered the hotel and went straight to Ronan's suite.

As soon as the door opened, Ilsa jumped forward, her strong and long legs wrapped tightly around Ronan's waist, and she closed the door with her backhand, using the legendary Death Coil!

The two used the most direct way to express and release the passion in their hearts!

The applause rang out, sharing each other's love!

I don't know how long it took, when Ilsa used the death coil again, hundreds of millions of lives were killed.

Ronan hugged Ilsa and sat down on the sofa.

I just had a personal experience, and Ilsa's strength became stronger, and her legs were like iron clamps.

Ilsa took a short breath, shook off her long hair, and said provocatively, "Is it okay?"

"Where is this?" Ronan hugged her up and walked towards the bathroom: "It was just an appetizer."

Taking a shower, talking, talking about what each other did recently.

Hearing Ronan say that there were two more fireworks in Los Angeles, Ilsa had the urge to bang her head against the wall.

Although when I got the relevant information, I guessed whether Ronan did it, but after confirming this, I couldn't help but said, "You won't bomb Washington next time, right?"

Ronan sighed: "I can't help it, but two hundred vampires are not easy to deal with..."

The two wipe each other's bodies clean.

When I got out of the bathroom, Ilsa suddenly got into trouble. She stepped on Ronan's leg with her white feet, and she jumped up, twisted her waist and turned around, and rode on his shoulders!

Then, the man jumped over Ronan's head, wrapped his legs around Ronan's neck, headed up and down, and attacked the vitals!

Ronan is proficient in 72 styles, fight back immediately!

When Ilsa was trembling with cold, Ronan drilled wood to make fire and set her body on fire.

The fierce battle has just begun!

The experience of Ronan and Ilsa is destined to be a very practical person, so they will fall in love with each other after a long time.

It was dark, and then light again.

In a daze, Ilsa opened her eyes, and the sunlight shone through the curtains, filling the room with brilliance.

The usual desolate female gentleman or female rascal couldn't help kissing Ronan's eyelids and raised the corner of her mouth to say hello: "Good morning."

Ronan hugged her: "Don't say good morning, but say you were awesome last night!"

Ilsa's legs twisted Ronan's waist again: "You are the best!"

Ronan carried her to wash up: "You are more cheerful than before."

Ilsa shook her head: "No, you are more cheerful than before."

Ronan thought for a while, then nodded: "It's me."

In the past two months, he spent most of his time as the nail geek Murphy, bringing in Murphy's personality all the time, which changed him somewhat.

The most typical one is talking more than before.

After washing, Ronan didn't order breakfast, and directly took out the meat of the demonized bison roasted by Jess with the soul flame from the badge space.

In addition, he also took out a bear paw left over from Chita City.

The bear's paws have been roasted golden in the way of soul cooking.

Ronan took a knife and cut off a small piece of meat the size of his index finger, put it on a plate, and pushed it in front of Ilsa along with another plate of beef: "Taste it."

Ilsa trusted Ronan, didn't say much, picked up the knife and fork to cut the barbecue, and swallowed slowly.

Ronan had experimented with it when he was in Los Angeles, and Jess ate it without any problems.

Poor Jess always thought it was a reward from Ronan, and didn't know that she was an experiment.

"Beef?" Ilsa tasted it: "Did you find the enchanted bison?"

Ronan nodded: "It gives me super endurance."

Ilsa said: "No wonder I couldn't hold on in the middle of the night, you cheated." She changed the subject: "I have news about dementors."

Ronan was not polite to her: "Let's listen."

Ilsa said while eating: "I just received a mission related to dementors. In the Shetland Islands north of Scotland, there is a beautiful Danu Island with ancient religion and sacrificial traditions. A sacrifice is held every ten years."

Hearing about religion and sacrifice, Ronan had a bad association. The location of the Shetland Islands is far away from the British mainland. It is not too much to say that the autonomous islands in the archipelago are backcountry.

And ancient is sometimes not a good word.

Ilsa continued: "Every time there is a sacrifice, the people who go out on the island will always bring people to watch the ceremony. The strange thing is that most of them will choose to stay on the island after watching the ceremony, living an idyllic life that is almost isolated from the world. Be a devout follower of the local religion."

Ronan continued: "Brainwashed?"

"It's more than that." Ilsa cut the bear's paw meat into fine pieces: "I don't know if it's too far away. According to the information I got, after the last few sacrifices, there will always be locals who die, and outsiders Missing, because of local autonomy and lack of evidence, these things have been dragging on."

She tasted the bear's paw carefully: "Here, an agent went to investigate, but the person disappeared. Before he disappeared, he sent some information that the belief on the island was an evil existence. Professionals analyzed him. According to the information, it is believed that the evil existence is most likely the dementor in the records of the Roman Church.”

The dementors must be found, Ronan asked: "How is that agent compared to you?"

Ilsa is very confident: "Not as good as I used to be." She forked a piece of bear's paw and signaled: "Not as good as I am now."

Ronan nodded and asked, "What are the characteristics of dementors?"

Ilsa said: "I'm not sure. In the afternoon, I'll take you to the Royal Academy of Arts to visit a professional who knows something about dementors."

Ronan put down his knife and fork: "I hope it's not something like the evil gods of cult belief."

Ilsa said: "There are only a few hundred people on that island, and the belief has never spread outside the island. Behind such a belief, there cannot be a god."