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Mysterious Holy See Chapter 168 Invitation

There is no light in the room, or there is no such thing as candles in this dilapidated and poor home.

Iger's foggy eyes were able to see the existence of the mysterious man clearly because of the opened rag curtains and the cool moonlight.

The rain seemed to have stopped, and it became a rare night without dark clouds.

The people under the black fog were watching him. Iger had never seen such a strange scene, but he was not afraid at all.

He was very clear-headed, it was this mysterious man who saved him, and he would have died long ago, but this did not prevent him from expressing his vigilance.

Iger's brother, Fitch, took the attitude of hating iron and steel: "I told you to be more polite!"

He ignored his brother.

After a while, under Iger's unchanging eyes, a chuckle came from the black mist: "You are very interesting."

The mysterious man tilted his head and said softly, "Vivian."

Only then did Iger notice that a little girl was following behind the mysterious man!

The girl with a white mask and a black crane cloak took a step forward, and a black card floated from her palm and hovered in front of Iger.

Eagle's pupils narrowed, but he didn't pick it up.

Feige smiled, stepped forward to take it for him, and kept saying, "Thank you, thank you."

The mysterious man said nothing, took the little girl away, and disappeared into the night in a moment.

After they left, Iger's expression loosened, and he fell to the ground almost instantly. His body hadn't recovered yet, and he still had a fever.

He gasped for breath and said coldly, "Who are they?"

Feiqi pulled him up from the ground and threw him on the bed with all his strength, and said with difficulty, "You ask me, who should I ask?"

Iger pulled the quilt with his soft hands. It was actually drier than he remembered. He hesitated to cover it.

Feiqi sat down beside the bed and said long-windedly: "Anyway, they are people who can't be provoked. Those who came to trouble just now are all dead. You probably didn't see it... In fact, I didn't see it either. They all died inexplicably. ."

Iger remembered the sound of his body hitting the water, and his mood was complicated, but this is Heicao Street, and dead people are too normal. People are killed every day, and the police are too lazy to care.

As long as it doesn't make a big deal.

"What did the card he left say?" Iger asked.

"Just one sentence," Feige looked at the card cautiously, "May 15th, at 5:00 a.m., in the north forest of Helen Town, the center tree."

Iger was silent for two seconds and said, "What do you mean?"

"Why are you so stupid!" Feige said speechlessly, "Why do you think they wanted to save you?"

"Am I useful to them?"

"To be precise, they've got your eye on you!" Feige said with a smile.

He held the card in front of Iger and shook it: "And this, ahem... is an invitation."

The time and place are clear, but it is not an invitation.

Feige doesn't see this as a 'trap'.

What do they have to be framed by each other? Or killing them so much?

no.

Iger understands this too.

"I won't go." Iger closed his eyes, showing no interest.

"No, you must go." Feige suddenly said seriously.

"I'm not going!" Iger said impatiently.

"Snapped!"

Iger turned his face blankly, and he received a heavy slap.

Feige grabbed his head with both hands, turned his face to him, and said word by word, "You must go."

Iger shook off his hand and said even more coldly: "Why?"

"Have you seen their amazing abilities?"

Iger sneered: "Just because of this?"

Feige grabbed him again, harder, and growled: "It doesn't matter what it is, what matters is that we have to change our way of life! We can't be trampled in the mud like a mouse just now!"

"But we don't know who they are."

"Is it important?"

"There will be danger."

"It will do the same now!"

Eagle clenched his fists, but he had no strength.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Okay."

Feige's smiling face reappeared immediately, let go of Iger's head, and patted his shoulder vigorously: "That's right! Ha, if you have something to do in the future, won't I have a good life too? For our future You have to go too!"

Iger's face was slapped white, but he didn't have the strength to resist. He said coldly, "I won't raise you as a waste."

"You are neither big nor small..." Feige muttered and complained.

Iger ignored him and lay sideways on the bed, feeling exhausted and in need of rest.

Fitch's smile gradually disappeared behind him, and he slowly groped for the shirt on his chest in the dark.

There is another card there.

A moment later he walked out the door, where there were more than a dozen corpses to deal with...

...

Aldridge noticed Iger was a day ago, when he was dirty and was helping a merchant carry goods.

Moving goods is not a good job, unless you are a lucky person with a specific moving location, or having a meal without a meal is the norm.

What caught Aldridge's attention was his physical condition.

thin.

How can a man so thin that he looks powerless be a porter?

It's not a question of whether you want to do it, but whether you want a boss. In this society with explosive unemployment, it's easier to find someone to work than a three-legged toad.

Iger carried no less than others, and was almost using his life to earn hard money.

What happened in the back, Aldridge mostly watched.

He admires this kind of person very much - Aldridge is not a saint, he is looking for someone, and he naturally prefers to leave the opportunity to his appreciation.

He is not a savior, but such a person is better when he grows up.

But unexpectedly, Iger's brother, the man named Fitch, is not simple.

Beneath his smiling, flattering, and sickly exterior, hides a desire even more intense than Iger's!

Desire to change the status quo, to break free from the shackles of the body.

Aldridge doesn't mind giving him a chance at all~lightnovelpub.net~ It's up to him to take it.

This time is different from the past. After a large area is cast, it needs to be carefully screened...

The rewards may be unimaginable, but the costs are also high.

Aldrich held Eve, lowered his head and asked, "Eve, were you afraid just now?"

Although this day will come sooner or later, Aldridge never thought it would be so soon——

In front of Eve, he slaughtered the dozen or so scumbags.

Aldridge is worried that it will leave a psychological shadow on Eve.

Eve had already taken off her mask. Under the warm-toned street lamps, she shook her head with a lovely smile, her fingers resting in Aldridge's big hands with peace of mind.

Aldridge was a little relieved and a little worried.

I don't know what Eve has experienced... There is no child who is not afraid of that kind of scene...