Parliamentarian Begat
8 PM.
Xiu looked up at the wall clock, then pitifully rubbed his stomach.
"Fors, can we eat now?"
"It's already this late, he definitely won't come over."
Seeing the worry in her friend's eyes, she quickly added, "He mentioned last time he came that he might be quite busy lately."
Upon hearing this, Fors hesitated for a moment, then nodded with slight disappointment:
"Okay, let's eat."
Hugh secretly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly reached out and grabbed a Desi Pie, feeling the aroma of meat bursting on his tongue, and couldn't help but squint his eyes in bliss.
West Borough, inside the residence of Parliamentarian Begat.
A ball is in progress.
In his early forties, his slightly overweight figure still hinted at the handsome young host of the ball. He smiled and raised his glass, exchanging pleasantries with his guests.
The band was playing their hearts out in the corner.
As the melodious music played, their gaze fell upon the Dance Floor, where pairs of men and women were dancing, swaying their bodies to the rhythm.
"Which one have you taken a fancy to?" Parliamentarian Begat asked in a low voice.
While he was talking to him, a middle-aged man in military uniform and a white shirt glanced at a certain figure without making a sound.
Seeing this, Parliamentarian Begat chuckled.
You really have a good eye for picks...
"This lady's father is a very wealthy businessman; one-tenth of the Lumber Merchant in Backlund have to defer to him."
"But you can still handle it, can't you?" The middle-aged man's gaze remained fixed on the figure as he chuckled and asked in return.
"Of course," Parliamentarian Begat shrugged, then said seriously, "It's an honor for her and her father to know you."
at the same time.
Several Nighthawks dressed in black trench coats and silk hats arrived at the entrance of the Parliamentarian Begat mansion, confirmed the address, and went straight inside.
Two strong Male Servant came forward.
The man in the black trench coat who was leading them glanced at them and smiled:
"We need to confirm something with your employer, and since it's urgent, we've taken the liberty of visiting you. He's home, right?"
As he spoke, he showed his Police badge.
The sounds of the ball could still be faintly heard from here. The two Male Servant exchanged a glance; neither dared to lie to the other's face. One of them nodded and said:
"Yes, the Parliamentarian is hosting a dance tonight."
"I'll take you there."
The man in the black trench coat put away his documents, revealing a slight smile.
Thank you.
Not far from the gate of the mansion, in a cramped room.
The coachman, who was resting in bed, suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and took out a palm-sized rag doll from the drawer of his bedside table.
He quickly moved the other person's limbs, bringing them into sync with his own.
At that moment, the driver's eyes suddenly rolled back.
As if in a daze, he took a coin out of his pocket and tossed it into the air.
Clang!
Head up!
The driver opened his eyes again, looked down at the coin, and frowned deeply.
This means yes!
Your Spirituality intuition is fine, but a great danger is about to occur!
Inside the luxurious ballroom.
After listening to the servant's report, Parliamentarian Begat followed the servant's gaze and saw several people outside the door who were almost blending into the darkness.
He nodded slightly to the other person from a distance, then instructed his servant:
"Please ask them to wait in the guest room for a moment. I will apologize to our distinguished guests first, and then I will answer their questions."
"Understood, Mr. Parliamentarian." The servant nodded immediately.
He quickly walked out of the dance hall in the shadows and informed the other party of his employer's decision.
The men in black trench coats exchanged glances. The man who had just shown his badge chuckled softly, "Alright, then please lead us there."
The servant breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and quickly stepped forward to lead the way.
"Plz follow me."
He didn't notice that two people behind him had suddenly disappeared.
"How did the Nighthawks find us? Did that idiot Altair mess up?" the coachman muttered, letting out a long breath.
A look of hesitation crossed his face. After a few seconds, he gritted his teeth, turned the doll into another position, and then closed his eyes.
Inside the dance hall at this moment.
With the consent of his distinguished guests, Parliamentarian Begat waved to Attendant, handed him his empty wine glass, and walked out.
As he passed the long table laden with food, he discreetly stole a dinner knife.
Go out, turn right, and go straight.
Parliamentarian Begat walked to a secluded spot and suddenly stabbed himself in the neck with a knife.
The next second.
His movements stopped abruptly, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Soon, even snoring filled the air.
Two men in black trench coats emerged from the shadows.
One of them laughed:
"This guy definitely had something wrong with him, otherwise why would he commit suicide?"
"Tonight's Merit was practically free; I wonder which kind soul provided the clue... You agree, Leonard?"
Another man in a black trench coat adjusted his Red Gloves, smiled, and nodded.
"That's right."
Inside a cramped room not far from the mansion gate.
The coachman's expression changed drastically. Without hesitation, he used "Spirit World Traversal" to leave Parliamentarian Begat's residence and leave the Real World.
A few dozen meters away, the handsome man known as Leonard, who was adjusting his gloves, paused, hearing the aged voice echoing in his mind:
"Idiots... you've missed the real goal."
"This guy is nothing but a Puppet."
Backlund, Wednesday.
Factory District, Posner Face Mask Factory.
As evening fell, Lorry grabbed a quick dinner outside and returned to his office to begin concocting the "Marauder" Potion.
This was sent by someone the Lieutenant Colonel colonel had asked earlier.
Perhaps he felt that his Informant was planning to cultivate a colleague, so he exchanged one set of the Main Ingredient for "Marauder" and "Swindler".
Practice makes perfect.
Having several experiences before, Lorry still completed the entire process swiftly despite it being his first time concocting the "Marauder" Potion.
He glanced down at the dark blue liquid in the glass, then took off the "Parasite" ring and tossed it in.
Then...
The bluish-black liquid vanished instantly.
Uh, more than four hundred pounds... less than a second... Lorry was slightly stunned, put the "Parasite" ring back on his hand, and carefully sensed that this Beyonder Characteristic was still quite far from giving birth to a "Worm of Time". He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, feeling a bit bitter inside.
Such a rate of gold consumption is truly Horror.
Let alone now, even when they were at their richest, they probably couldn't have survived.
"..." He sighed silently, feeling exhausted, and walked towards the Long Sofa to lie down for a while. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a figure walking in from outside the door.
Lorry quickly perked up and tapped his chest four times:
"Ms. Arianna."
The other person returned the gesture with a slight nod.
Could it be that my report has yielded results? Lorry's heart skipped a beat, and he eagerly asked, "Did you come today because of what happened before?"