I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

The jackal turned his head, stared at the red anchor point that had stopped, and smiled coldly.

"Let me see what the S-rank Valkyrie and heir of Destiny are capable of."

24: Analysis is as fierce as a tiger!

In the middle of the night, the room was still brightly lit.

Yaen stared at the iron box quietly placed on the low table in front of him, his old and aged appearance was reflected in his pupils, the light shone on it, and the scars engraved by time could be vaguely glimpsed.

"You mean, they came for this thing?"

He looked up at Rita who was sitting on the other side, and confirmed again.

"If my inference is correct, there is a high possibility that it is." Rita nodded. She picked up the teapot and drank a cup of warm black tea for herself and Ian. The steaming white mist sprayed on her face, as if covering Putting on a layer of veil: "Actually, I felt a little strange from the very beginning. Do you still remember the No. 3 lady you saw at the auction?"

"Of course I remember, and I was very impressed."

Yan picked up the teacup and took a sip, the taste was fragrant and sweet, as if melting the tension and anxiety accumulated in his heart.Although the speed of life and death just now did not hurt him, as an ordinary person, such a dangerous scene will inevitably accumulate pressure.

Rita thought of this, so she made black tea early in advance for him to enjoy.

As soon as I thought of this, Ian couldn't help but feel a warm current in my heart, even though the maid would often do things that almost collapsed him, such as pushing him down from a height of 3000 meters, or letting him do it by himself at the last moment. Decided, for example, occasionally say some provocative words, but it can be said that he is quite considerate for his daily care. He personally helps himself measure and customize clothes, and makes himself a cup of black tea when he is tired. She will patiently explain to him what she doesn't understand or what she doesn't understand. Although she has never said these things, Yann really remembers them in her heart.

...Wait, speaking of it, it seems that Rita said before that she is willing to accept any punishment after the auction!

"Lord Ion?"

Yan woke up suddenly, subconsciously looked forward, and what caught his eyes was a pair of worried eyes, and that delicate and white face was also full of concern.

"Are you okay?" Rita looked at him worriedly: "Are you tired? Otherwise, let's go to bed early today."

"Ah, no, no, I'm just thinking about the No. 3 lady you mentioned, what's wrong with her?"

Yan shook his head quickly, he was still waiting for Rita to hint to her the previous promise after he finished talking about it.

"Is it really okay? Please don't push yourself too hard..."

"It's okay it's okay."

"Since you said that..." Rita's expression still seemed uneasy, her slender eyelashes drooped slightly, as if casting a shadow on her soft cheeks: "Speaking of the lady with the No. 3 card, you Don't you think there's something wrong with her?"

"Not right?"

Yan was taken aback, and recalled the scene when the other party was talking to him in his mind, the elegant and indifferent voice, the gray cloak covering his whole body, the hood covering his face, and the straight body set off by the tights. The curvy figure is perfect, even in terms of figure alone, it is not much better than Rita, the only regret is that I don't know if she is beautiful or not.

...Wait a minute, so it seems that he has not been able to see the real face of the lady No. 3 from the beginning to the end!

"That's right!" Yan raised his head as if waking up from a dream, and opened his eyes wide: "She doesn't seem to have shown her true colors all this time!"

"Yes, not only that, I also invoked the authority of destiny to check her identity information." Rita's voice was dignified: "The information shows that she is a self-made capitalist, this is the first time to participate in the auction, but I have never heard any information about her before, her investment projects, her company name, including her partners... are all blank."

"So, this is a fake profile?" Ion frowned and came to a conclusion.

"That's right, only this explanation is reasonable." Rita nodded: "Then, why did she forge information to enter this auction? Or, what is her purpose for participating in this auction?"

"Iron box!"

Yan suddenly realized, as if the fog entrenched in the depths of his mind was dispelled by the light, revealing the truth hidden between the clouds.

"That's what they want!"

"Well, at the auction, she did not hesitate to spend hundreds of millions of euros and even bid with Destiny to bid for that iron box, which proves that this thing must be very important to her." Rita stared at the iron box on the table, her gaze It seems to penetrate the rough shell and witness the mystery inside.

"So those robots were actually sent by her to take back the iron box." Yan frowned: "But how did she know our moving route? To be honest, even I don't know... "

"Do you remember meeting her alone before?" Rita smiled slightly, pulling up the hair hanging by her ear, revealing that delicate and small ear.

"I remember." Ian was startled: "What's wrong?"

"After solving the group of robots, I did a full-body scan on you, and found this thing."

Rita took out a button-like mechanical part from behind and placed it on the table.

"This is...?" Yan blinked, not knowing what was going on.

"This is a signal tracker. As for the function, I don't need to introduce it much."

"Wait, this thing was found on me?" He pointed to his nose, his face full of surprise: "Why don't I feel anything at all?"

"That's because your awareness of prevention is not strong enough. Did the lady No. 3 have any physical contact with you when she was talking to you?"

Yan thought for a while: "I shook hands with her."

"Thinking about it, she placed this signal tracker on you when she shook hands with you." Rita continued, "Then she immediately sent out this group of robots to ambush us on the only way we must pass. Waiting for us to throw ourselves into the trap."

"Speaking of which, it's also my negligence." She lowered her eyebrows, and there was a trace of self-blame in her eyes: "At first, I thought this was just a simple auction, but I didn't expect there to be a mystery hidden in it."

Yan watched Rita's expression, and couldn't help but want to comfort her: "It's okay, it's okay, you will learn your wisdom, anyway, everyone will be safe in the end, right?"

"... That's true." Rita stood up suddenly and smiled: "It's getting late, Mrs. Yan, if you have anything to say, wait until tomorrow, you should rest."

Yan was stunned, the lady maid was still thinking about his distraction just now!

25: I love learning, learning makes me progress (wipe away tears)

The next day, it was drizzling.

Iron-gray clouds covered the sky, covering the clouds like steel, and the damp and cold wind blew over the city, whispering like a waking ghost, without a ray of sunshine.

The air is filled with hazy water mist, spreading a little bit of coldness.

Ian was sitting in the living room, holding a copy of "Five Years of Houkai, Three Years of Simulation". This book was given to him by Rita early in the morning, saying that it would enable him to better understand the aspect of Houkai. related information.Ian opened the book and saw that there was no author on it. On each square page were four large characters of "Benghuai Science Popularization". Meaning, the word 'disaster' is written all over the page!

Hell, is this a disaster brought to him by the collapse of science popularization or the collapse of science popularization!

Snapped!

Ian closed the book, feeling his eyelids twitching, and the death figures that made people shudder just by looking at them echoed in his mind, like a requiem composed by Satan in hell with blood.

Originally, it was raining today, which made people feel depressed, but it turned out that he was shown this kind of history that recorded the casualties of the Houkai disaster, which was really depressing.

"I said Rita, isn't it a little bad for you to let me see these early in the morning?"

Ion took a deep breath and turned to look at Rita.

Today's maid is wearing a black off-the-shoulder corset dress, with slender and soft arms as smooth as jade, and a pair of black strappy high-heeled shoes under the skirt, which set off her plump and straight figure even more slender.

"Master Yann, as the next heir to the Mandate of Heaven, you will face the truth hidden in the dust of history sooner or later. I just want you to be mentally prepared in advance."

Rita picked up the book and laid it flat on her lap.

"Mental preparation?"

"Yes, I would like to ask, what is your opinion on the collapse?"

Yan scratched his head and said uncertainly: "It's very dangerous. People who don't have Hoonkai antibodies are basically sentenced to death if they are infected... In layman's terms, are they similar to cancer cells?"

"To be precise, it is a diseased cancer cell." Rita raised a slender finger: "And this kind of cancer cell is extremely contagious, and can adapt to almost any environment perfectly. Even those with Houkai antibodies Human beings, if they are attacked by a large number of Honkai energy, are likely to become a walking dead."

Yan nodded, and suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

"Wait, if you say that, isn't the Valkyrie also likely to be eroded by the Houkai at any time and become..."

He stared at Rita, but didn't say the final answer.

"Yes." Rita said calmly: "The Valkyries rely on the Houkai energy stored in the stigmata to fight. Although they can bring them strength far beyond ordinary people, they also have to bear the burden of being corroded by the Houkai at any time." Prepare."

"And when that time comes, the partners around me will bury her with their own hands."

Ian fell silent, not knowing what to say.The rain outside the window was dripping, slapping on the window, playing a low-pitched movement.

"Although the existence of Honkai is still hidden by the top leaders of various countries and the world is not recognized by ordinary people. But the harm it causes can still be said to be devastating even if you look at the whole world."

Rita stretched out her delicate hands and flipped through the heavy books, as if uncovering the dust-covered truth in the long river of history.

"The fall of the pre-civilization era, the Black Death in the Middle Ages, and the second collapse that almost destroyed the entire European continent at the end of the [-]th century."

"How many people have been displaced, how many flowers have withered and withered."

Rita lowered her eyebrows, and her voice suddenly softened: "The pain and sacrifice brought about by the Honkai cannot be described by this series of cold numbers."

Yann listened silently, with a huge shock in his heart, as if he had broken through the shackles of time and space, and witnessed the miserable scene like doomsday hell with his own eyes. The sky was as cold as iron, and dripping blood seeped into the dry and cracked soil, becoming Piles of white bones were piled up on the wasteland, and the air was filled with the smell of ashes.

He realized that the topic was a bit too serious, so he couldn't help coughing twice.

"Speaking of which, do you have any clue about what happened yesterday?"

"Regarding this matter, I actually discovered the secret of the iron box."

Rita raised her eyebrows, and took out a rough square iron box from behind. It looked like steel, but it exuded a faint cold aura, as if a soul was imprisoned inside.

Yan stared at this thing in amazement, and couldn't help but overlap it with the dilapidated iron box that was photographed yesterday.

"Rita, isn't this the iron box from yesterday?"

"That's right, when I was observing it last night, I found a slight crack on the shell, and there seemed to be another layer hidden inside." Rita recalled: "So I decided to destroy the iron box, and it turned out that the layer After the shell used for concealment is broken, it reveals its true face."

"This texture...seems like metal? But it doesn't look like it?" Ian couldn't help reaching out to touch the iron box, as if he could feel the humming of the soul from it, as if the swords collided together .

"It's soul steel, which is generally used as the core material for making Houkai weapons." Rita said lightly, "You should have seen it in Tianming before."

"Soul Steel?" Ian was taken aback: "But isn't Soul Steel not for sale? And why did it appear in the auction?"

He had indeed seen the appearance of the soul steel, but the soul steel in front of him was slightly different from the ones he had seen before, with subtle differences.

"Although soul steel is not for sale as clearly stipulated by the destiny, it is strictly within the scope of jurisdiction, but it is a special material that has been handed down in the previous era. It is inevitable that someone will find it when digging the land, and it will be collected or auctioned by interested people. This kind of thing is everywhere. In every corner of the world, generally speaking, as long as soul steel is not used to make weapons, destiny will not track it down."

Rita lowered her head, her voice was dignified: "It's just that this time seems a little unusual."

She recalled the scenes that happened last night, as if tracing back the pace of time and flashing back to that night again, she vaguely smelled a hint of conspiracy.

"It seems that this city is not as simple as it seems on the surface."

"Then what should we do now?" Ian felt as if he had fallen into a huge conspiracy vortex, and he was unavoidably a little uneasy, so he couldn't help but seek help from Rita, an old man.

"I traced the position of Ms. No. 3 in reverse through the locator I found yesterday. Although the signal response disappeared quickly, I have found her hiding place based on her moving track." Rita stood up, Walking to the window, the rain seemed to melt into her wine-red eyes.

"So our next step is to catch her?" Yan's face turned serious, thinking that the painting style suddenly changed to the feeling of a policeman catching a thief.

"No." Rita shook her head and raised a finger: "It's me."