Two months later, when the snowflakes of early winter fell from the sky, the special envoy from afar finally stepped onto the land of Tanba after passing the Kyoto Customs.

Holding the sign of the Roman pedigree, the commissioner in a hurry was able to go straight to the increasingly tightly guarded campus, to the office floor of the main building, and to see the young man with a kind smile on his face.

"I want to see the teacher..."

The hut in the forest looked at the documents in his hand over and over again, full of curiosity: "Romans?"

"Yes, that's right."

The commissioner behind the desk did not feel cramped in making things difficult, and replied calmly: "It's just a notice to convey it on my behalf. My identity can be guaranteed by the Mercury agency under the Roman King's Chamber, and you can verify it on the spot. "

The hut in the forest shook his head: "What's the matter? It's the same with me."

"Sorry, you have to see him."

The commissioner lifted the box in his hand and showed the chains that were draped on his wrists and the box: "Including the contents, they are all things to be handed over to him."

"...To be honest, I believe you are not a disguise like a trash fish." The forest hut scratched his face and said straightforwardly: "But your institution has a bad reputation. You know what I mean?"

The commissioner nodded calmly: "So I can understand your caution."

To put it simply and bluntly, although the Hall of the King's Palace is the center and core of the Roman genealogy, it is very high-sounding, but the suffix is ​​different.

-Mercury mechanism.

Named after the travelers among the twelve gods of Rome, it looks like a messenger department, but in fact, apart from being in charge of the postal system, other tasks are fundamentally different from ordinary courier agencies.

This is a secret service agency.

It is notorious.

Bought, abducted, blackmailed, assassinated, and even launched terrorist attacks when necessary.

In the long struggle with the Eagle Eyes of the Russian Federation, I don't know how many things have been done that have no bottom line.

Let such people go to see Huai Shi.

Seriously, his eyes are a bit dirty...

"Don't worry." The commissioner assured: "I understand that Mr. Huai Shi is inconvenient to meet the guests, but due to the limitation of his duties, he has to come and interrupt him.

I can guarantee that I will not do anything harmful to Mr. Huaishi's personal safety. "

With a word, the look of the hut in the forest suddenly became subtle.

It seems to be looking at a fool.

Looking at the man in front of him, he looked at the cocoons washed away by the potion on his fingers, the murderous weapon buried in the bones, even the thin body full of explosive power, and the scars left by the battle on his arm.

This is indeed an out-and-out master, even in Tier 3, it is also a chilling formidable enemy.

It's just...

"...Just you?"

The hut in the forest shook his head and laughed: "I'm not worried about this."

The commissioner frowned suspiciously and felt contempt, but he didn't care, and didn't take it in his heart, just waiting for his answer.

"This..." The forest hut wanted to call him, but after thinking about it for a long time, he realized that he had never said his name in the introduction.

"Marcus," the commissioner prompted.

"Well, Mr. Marcus, you are holding the certificate of the Hall of the King, and I have verified your identity. You are here on behalf of Rome. Our Danbo campus is not a place where you are not ignorant. It should be a warm hospitality. , The teacher would not be so arrogant that he would shut out the envoys from the Hall of the King of Faith."

The hut in the forest thought about it for a moment, and then seriously explained: "But the point is that he has been very busy recently. I don't know if he has time to take care of other things."

Then, the hut in the forest got up, took off the coat from the hanger, picked up the car key, and waved to him: "You will understand when you see it, please follow me."

The commissioner was puzzled, got up and followed behind.

In this way, a car soon drove out of the garage, passed the busy construction sites on both sides, passed through the busy city that was gradually congested, and even saw the legendary building that grew like a living metal from a distance. Foundry Research Center.

In this way, gradually outwards all the way.

In the co-pilot, Marcus was expressionless.

It's just that the body is getting tight.

"Relax, if we have any bad ideas, there is no need to take you so far..." The hut in the forest seemed to know what he was thinking, "Did you see the two people drinking tea in the gatehouse of the campus? Older The one is called Amada, you may not have heard of it, and the other person playing chess with him is called Komagawa."

Marcus was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Which Komagawa?"

"The one you've heard of, who worked as a thug for the general, was sent to Danbo by the Juggernaut after being laid off to get a job."

The cabin in the forest explained: "This is Danbo. We are not interested in your entanglement outside, and we have not fallen to the level of dealing with the guests, although you can rest assured."

Marcus did not speak.

The hut in the forest glanced at him, but didn't answer any more.

In the silence, Marcus heard the sound of the sea tide gradually rising in the distance, and the cool sea breeze blowing from the falling car window, in the afternoon sun, the blue sea in the distance showed a line.

A distant sound was faintly heard in the wind.

It seems to be the gentle sound of a cello, long and deep. The solemn drum sound is embedded in it, forming a vast sound, spreading everywhere.

It seems that the tidal sound is also responding to the rhythm of the melody, blending into it.

In the end, it turned into a complex and solemn symphony.

""Symphony No. 9"?"

Marcus raised his hand, took off the flat mirror in front of him, and couldn't help but look out the window.

When I recalled the materials of the King of Tamba, I suddenly realized that if I didn't have such a pursuit of art, how could I be called a calamity musician?

In comparison, in order to satisfy my own preferences, it is not worth mentioning to spend a lot of time building a concert hall by the sea.

He has seen more extravagant things, and compared with those things, this pure love expressed in his heart has become more admirable.

However, when they passed the mountain beam, they did not see the huge and solemn concert hall as expected, and there was even no sign of construction.

There is not an entire orchestra playing here.

There is only a bare sandy beach and a small pier that stretches forward into the sea.

A long distance away, they could see the back figure sitting at the end of the pier, as well as a fishing rod thrown into the deep sea in his hand.

The mighty ocean and people are connected by this line.

Thus, a mighty and magnificent symphony sprouted from the sea.

The surging tide rolled waves in front of him, like a vague wave chart, revealing the terrifying force surging in the undercurrent below.

Under the interference of a strand of fishing line, the surging sea tide was randomly fiddled with by invisible palms, collided with each other, burst into a roar, and faintly turned into a loud and earth-shaking noise.

The sea seemed to be neighing, angry, roaring, singing, singing in its own melody.

Endlessly uplift, towards the highest level guided by the melody.

He disappeared so quietly, and returned to the sea again.

In the end, the turbulent waves dissipated in an instant, and replaced by a quiet, mirror-like surface of water.

Reflecting on the sky and the tides in the distance.

Only the lingering sound slowly dissipated.

Everything is like a miracle, but there hasn't been any fluctuation of the source quality from it, as if the scene of everything moving is just a coincidence between accidents.

But at some point, Marcus was already sweating.

He finally understood why the hut in the forest would look like that when he made a promise...

He does not need to guarantee the safety of Huai Shi.

In front of that person, he couldn't even guarantee his own safety.

"He already knew we were coming."

The car stopped at the end of the road, and the hut in the forest said: "It seems you are lucky. A few days ago, he didn't bother to see people outside and didn't want to be disturbed."

The young man raised his hand and pointed to the back figure: "No matter what your purpose is, you can go and tell him, Mr. Marcus, but please remember to hurry up."

"Is there a time limit?" Marcus asked.

"No..."

In the brief silence, the young man who seemed to have grasped the situation from beginning to end suddenly showed a strange look, and couldn't help but sighed: "I won't be able to make dinner anymore, I will be miserable."

Marcus froze for a moment, not understanding what kind of dinner could make such young people worry, but he didn't intend to waste time.

Pushing the car door, he walked straight to the distant back.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the pain of struggling...It's like the vast ocean in front of you is pressing against you.

There is a terrifying force in the calm that can overthrow everything.

He is approaching a burning volcano.

But suddenly, all of this disappeared, and the dead and calm sea suddenly returned to turbulence, and the surging sea water hit the beach and reefs, bursting with noisy noises.

And the fishing rod had been pulled out of the sea, and it was empty above the hook.

On the dock, the man with the sun hat turned his head, looked at him, took off the sunglasses from his face, full of curiosity.

"Is it here to collect fishing fees?"

Marcus froze for a moment, and immediately saw him laugh and waved his hand: "Just kidding, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Hello, I am Huai Shi, how do I call it?"

Instead of condescendingly asking questions, after picking up the fishing rod, the young overly man voluntarily stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

Marcus didn't know how to react for a while.

"Hello, I'm Marcus..." In stunned, upholding professional qualities, Marcus explained his identity: "Roman Hall of the Kings, an agent of Mercury's agency."

He shook Huai Shi's hand, cautiously, and loosened at the touch of it.

"The French King's Hall? It seems that you don't have much contact with me?"

Huai Shi was puzzled, "What's the matter?"

"Actually, I accepted the commission from the Roman Space Agency to forward this item to you in person—"

Marcus raised his hand, unfastened his shackles, and presented the box in his hand to the man in front of him: "I will wait for your answer."

The box is not big or heavy, only the weight of a women's bag.

Huai Shi held it in his hand, and didn't feel any crisis, but when he looked closely, he found that the box didn't open a place for him.

He wanted to ask a question, but Marcus had already turned around and stood in the distance, calmly waiting for Huaishi to call himself up again.

Huaishi tilted her head, picked up the box in her hand, sat back on the chair, looked back and forth, and found that the box seemed to be pure iron, without any unlocking or keyholes.

Even with his perception, he couldn't find any welding place. All the metal crystals were arranged evenly, without any cracked layers.

There seems to be some alchemy matrix inside, maintaining the safety of the items.

If it is violently dismantled, the contents inside will be destroyed.

Huai Shi raised her brows.

A difficult problem delivered to oneself?

What kind of plane is this Roman pedigree?