"9 o'clock, the balcony on the second floor, half a glass of champagne, and the secret code: the severe winter of Demingham is coming."

On the way to the manor area, Donald silently recited the code Williams told him.

This was the first mission he received after he became the Dark Line of Arboretum. I just didn't expect it to be so important.

The Darren family is the second largest family in Demingham. Needless to say, the area of ​​the manor should be comfortable and spacious. However, when Donald came to the front door of the Darren family, he still felt inexplicable. Crowded and oppressive.

Maybe it was because a street full of cars was parked at the entrance of the manor, or maybe it was because those groups were in groups of three or five, and at a glance, they knew that they were all high-class people.

Donald originally wanted to follow these people in, find a random corner in the villa to wait for the connection, and then take the time to get his reward. This trip is considered a success.

As a result, when he handed the invitation letter he got to the waiter at the door, he unexpectedly became the one who was specially stopped.

"Mr. Grant, Mr. Darren personally told me to let me pay attention to your arrival. He wants to meet you in private before the reception."

The waiter posed extremely low in front of Donald, who, as someone who could be invited by Mark Darren for a private meeting alone, was entitled to such a courtesy.

"Well, then please show me the way."

The hand holding the Civilization stick was loose and tight, and Donald didn't understand why Mark Darren did this.

It is true that Donald saved his life, and the words like a drop of water should be reciprocated by a fountain are not popular in this era, I don't know, there should still be similar words.

But the situation at the time was that Donald, as a member of the Rose Squad, himself participated in the guarding of the new airship, and it was his responsibility to protect these government officials.

It wasn't that he wanted to protect Mark Darren. In fact, in order to prevent his escape hot air balloon from being destroyed, he would protect whoever was standing behind him.

It can be said that Donald never thought about asking for compensation from the beginning, which is why he returned directly to the villa at that time.

Even if the Darren family made it clear that they wanted to repay him, he only felt that it was just a passing game, so he told them a few things he wanted early, thinking that when he got there, no matter how many things the other party could come up with, he would accept them. That's it, after all, in his view, this is a windfall.

However, Mark Darren is now meeting him in private, which inevitably makes him think.

He followed the waiter all the way through the crowd, entered the door from the other side of the villa, and listened to the noisy chatter of the nearby people, and the noise gradually subsided until the third floor.

Every time I walked through a corridor, I could see a heater powered by whale oil, and the temperature of the entire three-story building was so high that Donald, who had walked a considerable distance, wanted to unbutton his coat.

Just impulsive, he knew that he was going to see Mark Darren later, and naturally he would not act rudely.

The place where the two met was in the study.

Donald thought that what he was seeing would be a haggard and tired old man. After all, so many public opinions from the outside world were targeting him, and tonight's wine party would also be a shame to him to some extent.

He was wrong.

It was indeed an old man sitting behind the desk, but his face was only composed and calm, and even after seeing Donald, there was a hint of a gentle smile.

"Mr. Grant, I'm glad you came to this reception."

Mark Darren took the initiative to stand up and stretch out his hand, and Donald immediately took two steps forward and also reached out and shook hands.

"I am flattered that Lord Darren has summoned me in private."

Donald is not used to this kind of conversation and can only deal with it.

"My resignation has been submitted to the government. I'm not the deputy mayor now, so don't be so nervous. I brought you here because I may have some urgent matters later, so I'm going to hand over the reward to you before the reception starts. You I personally went to the warehouse of the Darren family to look at some of the materials mentioned. I only found a few of them. I am really ashamed. You can take a look and confirm whether it is accurate. After all, I am old and sometimes my eyes are not good. it is good."

Put a wooden box in front of you from the other side of the desk and push it towards Donald.

Hearing that the other party didn't find everything, Donald was relieved.

That's right, he was relieved that the other party didn't find everything, because he reported all the materials that he and Stephanie were missing at the time. If Mark Darren helped him find all the materials, then it would not be the other party who returned them to others. Affection.

It may be that he owes the Darren family favor in reverse.

However, when Donald opened the box, he realized that he seemed relieved too early.

He still lacks five-leaf clover and fire-scale fish blood. There is no five-leaf clover here, but there is a bottle that looks like it was carved out of ice and contains an orange-red liquid. Its name is marked on the front. : Firescale fish blood.

The Mark Darren family actually has one of the last two materials that they need... It seems a bit inappropriate to say that, it should be said that they are willing to give themselves firescale fish blood as a reward.

It also comes with a few materials that Stephanie needs.

Donald couldn't remember exactly what it was, but looking at the number, although it wasn't complete, it was at most two or three differences.

This return is a bit too heavy.

"Where is Mr. Grant from?"

Looking at Donald, who was amazed by the contents of the box, Mark Darren rubbed his fingers on the cane beside him and asked suddenly.

"Pushton people, a small town, you should not know."

Looking at the huge gain in front of him, Donald answered without thinking much.

"Preston? It's Preston, North Yorkshire. It's a little far from Demingham. How did you think of coming to Demingham to make a living? Do you have friends or family here?"

The topic gradually shifted to personal affairs. Donald's hand, which was about to pick up the blood of the fire-scale fish, stopped in the air, and then placed it on the edge of the box. The joy in his eyes faded very quickly, and he fell into silence.

"You also know that the suppression of infidels in the religious belief area is very serious. It is no exaggeration to say that life is under surveillance. This environment is really a bit aggrieved. I am a wizard, and what I need is an enlightened person. Living circumstances, and I happened to get a train ticket to Demingham in a deal, so to speak, by chance.”

In the blink of an eye, Donald found a good reason to say that what he said was the truth.

"So that's it... About the guy we ran into on that hot air balloon, you said he was a remnant of the thunderstorm... If I remember right, he voluntarily retreated, right? I have some Curious, how did you do it, just treat it as an added quibble to the materials I gifted you with."

The conversation shifted quickly, seemingly because Mark Darren noticed Donald's defensiveness about his origins.

"Oh, that's because we played against each other before. I was a little better with my friend. At that time, my friend and I were in good shape. He should have more important things to do, so he retreated. ."

It's been said once before on a hot air balloon, so Donald didn't hesitate to talk about it.

"So you killed a dominant powerhouse on the new airship, right?"

Another sudden change in the subject.

That's what Mark Darren really wanted to ask!

The intelligence organization under his command got the information later after the crash of the new airship, a body was found on the roof of the new airship, and Behemoth Edward and a woman were seen rushing on the new airship. The roof of the airship.

Combining these two pieces of information, the identity of this woman is ready to be revealed.

She was dead, but Mark Darren knew it wasn't Behemo Edwards who killed her.

At that time, the strongest person in the new airship except Behemoth Edward, Matthew Geese and his deputy, were by his side and Semir.

It was definitely someone else's hand, but this young man in front of him was able to scare off a thunderstorm leader-level figure with just his aura. There is no need to say much about his strength.

"Forehead......"

Donald thought about his impromptu choices being discovered without too much disguise, but he didn't expect it to be brought up suddenly here and now.

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to ask for proof. This is a glorious thing for the members of the Discord Bureau, isn't it? I'm just curious, why you don't publicize it, this credit will make you Demingham The hero, and help you further in the heterodoxy bureau, if you want, I can write you a letter of recommendation."

Mark Darren seems to have determined that the person who killed this dominant powerhouse is Donald, and a series of words are based entirely on the premise of Donald's admission.

He was forcing Donald to admit it.

"No, you can't do that. It will make me a deadly enemy. I don't want to be targeted by that kind of organization, so please keep it a secret for me."

Donald knew it wouldn't stand up to scrutiny, even though he had privately told Horn not to spread the word about his anomalous behavior at the time.

"Oh, of course, of course, I will help you keep your secrets, your power will be the secret weapon of the Alien Bureau, I won't fool around to talk about this kind of thing, please rest assured me, the old man, my mouth, You are more reliable than most people in Demingham, and this payment not only represents me, but also includes the private return of the government's contribution to you, and you can accept it with peace of mind."

Speaking of this~lightnovelpub.net~ Mark Darren straightened up, the smile on his face suddenly thickened, the life-saving grace was just an excuse, these things were not just used to repay this kindness, After a pause, he continued,

"Mr. Grant, please allow me to give you a piece of advice. Since you want to hide, you have to hide it to the end. From the point of view of killing the enemy's dominant character, you are naturally on our side, so I will not only help If you hide it, you will find a way to suppress this matter, and in the same way, you have to keep this secret, and the Bureau of Discord... is not as safe as you think."

The lights in the study were red and the heater was running normally, but Donald sensed something in Mark Darren's words that sent a chill down his spine.

"I understand, thank you for your advice and thank you for your payment."

At this moment, Donald knew what Mark Darren really wanted to tell him.

Demingham appears to be thrown into chaos by the crash of a new airship.

There are still more dangerous undercurrents underneath!

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