"Steel, guns and the industrial party across the world (

As soon as the knock on the door sounded, Liszt judged who was coming from the frequency and intensity.

"Come, come, come." He opened the door, and a thin figure flashed in from outside.

The visitor took off his cloak and hood, revealing his gray hair, but under the hair was a childish face, about fourteen or fifteen years old, his eyes were full of vibrancy and slyness, but the red nose made him laugh again. He has a funny taste.

He raised his hand: "Hey, Liszt, everyone asked me to say hello to you."

"You too, Ruskin."

Liszt responded with a smile, he knew each other.

Ruskin, one of the wizards rescued by Sevia, was the youngest. Since the last successful jailbreak, the wizards have established a refuge in the vast forest outside Neesborg and temporarily settled down. And Sevia continued to stay in the city to observe the situation, and Ruskin was one of the most frequent contacts. The world's impression of the caster was either a bearded grandfather or a wrinkled old woman, so a A teenage brat can significantly reduce suspicion of him.

Ruskin asked: "Is Sister Sylvia still alive? I need to find her..."

"What happened to the camp?"

A cold female voice sounded, and there was worry in it. Serbia Ascitini hurried down from the second floor.

"Hey, don't worry." Ruskin waved his hands with a playful smile, "It's not dangerous."

Both Sevia and Liszt breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then you are here..."

Ruskin suppressed his smile, "The Secret Law Society has contacted us."

"What?" Sevia was startled, her pretty face turned pale, "How did you get in touch?"

"An arrow shot into the camp was found early yesterday morning with a letter tied to it."

"Isn't this dangerous?" Sevia's face was instantly covered with frost, "It means that your hiding place has been exposed."

"Everyone is a spellcaster, there is no reason for them to harm us, right?"

"Hmph, thanks to the fact that you have been living for more than ten years, you have no defense at all. Haven't you heard of the reputation of the Secret Law Society before? Besides, you will believe the other party when they say that they are the Secret Law Society?"

Liszt on the side recalled the name of this organization. During these days, he also learned a lot about the world of spellcasters from Sylvia. According to her description, the organization of the Arcane Society is quite radical. Ordinary people take a very hostile attitude. The most extreme thing is that they are merciless towards spellcasters from other factions with different ideas.

Ah, these legendary things actually happened around him, Liszt couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

I heard Ruskin continue to say: "Oh, we are all miserable. If it was the church, it would have quietly mobilized soldiers and horses to surround us, so it is unlikely to be a member of the church. There is no threat in the letter. Instead, they said they would help us, but they had to meet with our leader first. The discussion in the camp agreed that only you are the most qualified."

"Me?" Sylvia was surprised.

"It was Big Sister, you saved us from the fate of being burned to death. If it were someone else, no one would be convinced."

Ross said of course.

Sylvia was silent for a long time before she said: "Okay, then I will take a trip for everyone. You rush back immediately to make everyone ready to prevent accidents, and send someone to find a new shelter."

"Obey, chief!" Ruskin saluted mischievously, with the appearance of a loyal younger brother.

"Goodbye, Brother Liszt! I'm going back first."

He waved to Liszt, and then walked out.

"Oh, wait! Tell me where and how to meet."

…

After Ruskin left, Liszt said worriedly: "I object to you going to see that person from the Mystic Society. Ruskin is a little devil, but the others... I think they are afraid of falling into a trap That’s why I pushed you out.”

Sylvia was a little moved, but shook her head and said, "It's not a long-term solution for my companions to continue hiding near Fort Ness. The Secret Law Society is powerful. It would be great if we could get their help."

She glanced at Liszt, "Don't worry, if it's really a trap, if I get caught, I will never tell you."

"Am I worried about that?"

Liszt felt insulted.

…

Noisy, dark, this is an ordinary tavern in Nessberg.

The sailors gathered together in twos and threes, chatting dirty jokes, while the waitress shuttled back and forth with the wine, knocking down the salty pig's hand that quietly stretched out from time to time.

Sylvia was wrapped in a cloak common among adventurers, and came to the innermost corner of the tavern, where a man and a woman were already sitting.

The man looked very young, not tall, he seemed to be under twenty, while the woman couldn't tell her actual age.

She asked, "May I sit here, please? In return, I'll buy you cachaça."

The woman glanced at Sylvia, smiled and said, "Of course, beautiful lady. But each of us has to drink two glasses."

"no problem."

Sylvia relaxed a little, and sat on the stool opposite the two.

The woman opposite looked at her with interest.

"If I'm not mistaken, you did the big event in the church, right?"

Servia said: "Let's get straight to the point. If it can help us get out of trouble, what price will we have to pay?"

"Hehe, what a quick temper." The woman on the opposite side covered her mouth with a smile.

When the two of them were talking, the young man on the side seemed to be casual but cautiously watching whether anyone approached~lightnovelpub.net~ Couldn’t it be out of righteous indignation at the oppression of the same kind that they extended a helping hand? Like the cathedral thing that day. "

"This does not appear to be the style of your organization."

"Hmph... everything in the world is not static. Well, since you asked, I hope you will join us."

"My personal answer is - never, however, I will not prevent other people from deciding."

The woman shook her head, "What a stubborn little girl. But I appreciate the second half of your sentence. I hope you will truthfully tell your companion what I said."

Sylvia asked with some doubts: "Can you really help us out of trouble? Since... the cathedral incident, there are church guard posts everywhere on the road and at the port."

The woman on the opposite side smiled mysteriously, "You can rest assured, but I can't tell you how to do it. But our power here is far beyond your imagination."

"Really? Then I thank you for those companions who can get away."

"Those ones?"

"Didn't you just say you wanted to join your organization?"

"Haha, but I also said it was out of righteous indignation at the oppression of my own kind. Why don't you believe that."

"This…"

"Don't worry, as long as we can do it, we will help you out of trouble one by one. Go and stay voluntarily when the time comes."

Sylvia was a little unbelievable. Is this really a member of the Secret Society?

"What's your address?" She used an honorific title.

"You can temporarily call me Mrs. Red."

Sylvia noticed that the other party was indeed red-haired, so she seemed to be on guard.

"What about you, little girl?"

"You guessed it, Ascitini."

"It really is you."