Sunderland thinks that it is unlikely that the Church of the Two Moon Goddess or the official will investigate them, but Ferro Wiseman met them before he was attacked last night, and it is impossible to guarantee that there will be no traces left.

The question now is, is the assistant brought by Master Ferro still alive? Is it also missing?

If he is still alive and not missing, then their images of black clothes and white faces will definitely enter the official and church's field of vision!

This is not important, after all, they are not so-called 'cults', but once the church pays attention, the development of the organization must be limited to a certain extent.

Thinking of the follow-up effects, Sunderland was about to break down in a cold sweat-although this omission was too coincidental to be able to guard against, he didn't want to let Mr. Mentor disappoint him again.

Who would have thought that Master Ferro would be attacked once he went out?

Seeing Mr. Black Mamba's bad face, Michael consciously bought two newspapers from the roadside newspaper seller, one "Wagner Voice" and one "Brando".

After reading the headlines, Sunderland breathed a sigh of relief.

That assistant is dead!

And it's cruel. The description in the newspaper is "cut into pieces by some kind of sharp tool".

Sunderland turned his head and considered whether it was necessary to deal with the boss of Liri's study.

After a while, he dismissed the idea, few ordinary people have seen Master Ferro, and the owner of Liri's study may not know him.

The most important thing is that if the official or the church finds Liri's study, wouldn't he be snared by himself?

After calming down a little, Sunderland suddenly thought of another possibility!

He murmured to himself, "Maybe Fibonacci did something good..."

Michael, who was sitting beside him, said in surprise, "Fibo?"

Sunderland paid no attention to the coachman driving the carriage in front of him, and said, "There must be someone from the Fibonacci Empire in Brando. Yesterday, the Fibonacci Empire lost face inexplicably... It may be an act of revenge."

This is not a random guess. The Fibonacci Empire is a famous iron-blooded imperialism.

When he said this, Sunderland's face was very strange...

Michelle couldn't help grinning.

If it is really because of this reason, then the source still lies with them.

……

On May 15th, at 4:00 a.m., a tree in the center of the forest in the north of Helen Township.

The so-called central tree refers to a huge Nanke banyan about 2 kilometers away from the entrance of the forest in the north of Helen Town.

It has grown even longer than the history of Helen Town, and it is one of several forest landmarks in the mouth of local residents of Helen Town.

Within 100 meters around the central tree, there is only moist green grass, no shrubs and trees, and it is an artificial open space.

It had just rained in the early morning, and the already damp forest was more hydrated, but in the early morning when the forest road could hardly be seen, a thin figure came vigilantly near the central tree.

He was about 1.8 meters tall, wearing shabby clothes, holding a path-finding branch in his hand, and wearing a faceless mask on his face.

"Is there anyone yet..."

He leaned against a tree on the edge of the clearing to support his somewhat weak body, but his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and he was constantly observing the situation around him.

He is Eagle of Blackgrass Street, Spurs.

Iger arrived in Helen Town yesterday. He didn't have much money. He used a buck of 10 gallons of dark beer in a pub somewhere and stayed there from noon to early morning.

In the bored eyes of the middle-aged boss, he has no guilt.

"Cough..."

His fever has subsided, but he is still very weak, and walking in the humid environment for 40 minutes made him feel bad.

After thinking about it, Iger resisted the urge to sit down and rest, and stood upright behind the central tree—the damp environment is a paradise for all kinds of poisons, and he dared not sit down.

About ten minutes later, a rustling sound caught his attention.

He hid his body and looked in the direction of the sound, but saw a bright fire.

It was a lantern.

The person holding the lantern was a woman, and the light enveloped her body, fully revealing her shape in Iger's eyes.

She was wearing some baggy breeches and a long-sleeved round shirt that didn't look like her own clothes at all, and had simple, short hair that only reached above the shoulders.

And there was another long-haired woman beside her, her body behavior was a little shrunken, and she looked like a timid mouse...

The important thing is that they all wear white masks on their faces!

"Are they also participants?" Iger immediately made a judgment.

Maybe we can exchange information...

Thinking of this, Iger took the initiative to walk out from behind the tree, but the two women were startled!

It was pitch black around the central tree, and a darker shadow suddenly appeared. It was a strange thing not to be frightened.

"Who?" asked the short-haired woman holding the lantern.

Another girl had automatically hid behind her.

Iger took a few steps forward, entered the orange field of vision, and said in the calmest voice possible, "Hello."

But his character is cold and manic, and his voice is sharp as if wrapped in gunpowder, which sounds very dangerous!

The two women pushed back a few steps at the same time... The movements of the whole body showed an emotion called 'vigilance'.

The corners of Iger's mouth twitched under the mask, and he pointed to the mask on his face.

The short-haired woman relaxed a little: "You were also invited by... that gentleman?"

Thinking of the mysterious man shrouded in black mist, Iger made an emotionless nasal voice:

"Um."

The scene fell silent.

Iger is not sociable and doesn't know what to say, standing unnaturally, while the two women are naturally vigilant~lightnovelpub.net~ The short-haired women took a deep breath and decided to organize the current scene: "First of all, let me introduce myself."

When Iger heard this, he turned his head and left. He suddenly felt that he had nothing to say to the other party.

Introduce yourself...is it funny?

If you need to introduce yourself, why would the other party send masks to everyone's residence.

She didn't think about it at all.

"You?" The short-haired woman did not expect such a reaction from the other party, and was surprised and unreasonable.

"Sister," the girl behind her pulled her clothes and whispered, "I must keep my identity a secret..."

The short-haired woman paused for a few seconds and finally realized her mistake.

She lowered her voice and said, "You know you want to keep it a secret and tell me your name?"

"...The name I told you was fake."

"..."

"It turns out that what you told me was your real name."

Another crit.

The short-haired woman was short of breath.

She suddenly realized that it is not in the workplace now, where even strangers can exchange identities with each other, and this is an unknown and unfamiliar field!

Thinking of the black mist covering the mysterious man, the short-haired woman suddenly regretted coming here, and even the timid-looking girl behind her made her feel dangerous!

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