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 genealogy, the commissioner who was in a hurry was able to go straight to the now increasingly guarded campus, came to the office floor of the main building, and saw 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 notification to relay it on my behalf. My identity can be guaranteed by the Mercury agency under the Roman King's Chamber. You can verify it on the spot. "

　　

　　The cabin 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 chain that was draped on his wrist 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 miscellaneous fish." The hut in the forest 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 Dhamma is the center and core of the Roman genealogy, it is very high-sounding, but the suffix is ​​different.

　　

　　-Mercury mechanism.

　　

　　 is named after the traveler among the twelve gods of Rome. It looks like a messenger department, but in fact, apart from being responsible for the postal system, other tasks are fundamentally different from ordinary courier agencies.

　　

　　 This is a spy agency.

　　

　　 is notorious.

　　

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

　　

　　 In the long struggle between the Eagle Eyes of the Russian Federation, I don’t know how many things I have done without a 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 guests, but due to limited duties, I have to come to the door to interrupt.

　　

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

　　

　　 With a word, the expression of the cabin in the forest suddenly became subtle.

　　

　　 seems to be looking at a fool.

　　

　　 looked at the man in front of him, looking at the cocoons washed away by the medicine 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 arms.

　　

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

　　

　　 just...

　　

"……just you?"

　　

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

　　

Commissioner 　　 frowned suspiciously and felt contempt, but he didn't care, nor did he 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 cabin in the forest thought for a while, and explained seriously: "But the point is that he is very busy recently, I don't know if he has time to take care of other things."

　　

　　 said, 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 him.

　　

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 was gradually growing like living metal. Foundry Research Center.

　　

　　 just like that, 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 thoughts, there is no need to take you this far..." The hut in the woods seemed to know what he was thinking, "Did you see the two people drinking tea in the gatehouse of the campus? Old? The one at one point is called Amada, you may not have heard of it, and the other person who plays 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 and reemployed."

　　

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

　　

　　 Marcus did not speak.

　　

　　The cabin in the forest glanced at him, but did not answer.

　　

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

　　

　　 There was a distant sound in the wind.

　　

　　 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.

　　

　　 ""The Ninth Symphony"?"

　　

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

　　

　　 When recalling the materials of the King of Tamba, it was suddenly stunned-if you don't have such a pursuit of art, how can you be called a disaster musician?

　　 In comparison, in order to satisfy my own preferences, it is not worth mentioning that I spent 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.

　　

　　 does not have 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, and the fishing rod in his hand thrown into the deep sea.

　　

　　 The mighty ocean and people are connected by this line.

　　

　　 Then, 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 invisible palms, collided with each other, burst into a roar, and then faintly turned into a loud and earth-shaking noise.

　　

　　 The sea seems to be neighing, angry, roaring, singing, singing in the melody.

　　

　　 rises endlessly, towards the highest level guided by the melody.

　　

　　 disappeared so quietly, returning to the sea again.

　　

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

　　

　　 reflects the sky and the distant tides.

　　

　　 There is only a lingering sound that slowly dissipates.

　　

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

　　

　　 I don't know when, Marcus is already sweating.

　　

　　 He finally understood why the hut in the forest would show such an expression 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. The other day, he didn't bother to see people outside and didn't want to be disturbed."

　　

　　 The young man raised his hand and pointed at 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.

　　

"Do not……"

　　

　　 In the short silence, the young man who seemed to be grasping 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 was stunned for a moment, not understanding what kind of dinner can make such young people worry about, but he didn't intend to waste time.

　　

　　 pushed the car door and walked straight to the distant back.

　　

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

　　

　　 There is a terrifying power in the calm that can overturn everything.

　　

　　He is approaching a burning volcano.

　　

　　 Suddenly, all of this disappeared. The dead and calm sea suddenly returned to turbulence. The surging sea water hit the beach and the reef, making noisy noises.

　　

　　 And that fishing rod has been pulled out of the sea, above the hook, it is empty.

　　

　　 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.

　　

　　 "Are you here to collect fishing fees?"

　　

　　 Marcus was taken aback, and immediately saw him laugh and waved his hand: "Just kidding, hello, I'm Huai Shi, how do I call it?"

　　

　　 did not ask condescendingly. After he picked up the fishing rod, the young and overly man voluntarily stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

　　

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

　　

　　 "Hello, I am Marcus..." In a stunned, upholding professionalism, Marcus explained his identity: "The Hall of the French King in Rome, the agent of Mercury's agency."

　　

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

　　

　　 "The French King's Hall? I don't seem to have any contact with me?"

　　

　　 Huai Poetry is puzzled~lightnovelpub.net~ 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 and not 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 did not open for himself.

　　

　　 He wanted to ask a question, but Marcus had already turned around and stood in the distance, calmly waiting for Huaishi to call himself forward 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 metal crystals were arranged evenly, without any cracks.

　　

　　 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.

　　

　　 Huaishi raised her brows.

　　

　　 A difficult problem delivered to myself?

　　

　　Roman pedigree, what kind of plane is this doing?