Two months later, as early winter snowflakes fell from the sky, the envoy from afar finally stepped onto the land of Tanba after passing through Kyoto Customs.

Holding the sign of the Roman genealogy, the commissioner, who was in a hurry, was able to enter the increasingly vigilant campus now, and came to the office floor of the main building, and met the young man with a kind smile on his face.

"I want to see the teacher..."

The small house in the forest looked at the documents in his hand over and over, full of curiosity: "Roman?"

“Yes, that’s right.”

The commissioner behind the table did not feel embarrassed when he encountered difficulties and replied calmly: "It was just a notice conveyed on my behalf. My identity can be guaranteed by the Mercury agency under the Roman King's Hall, and you can verify it on the spot."

The hut in the forest shook his head: "What's the matter? Tell me the same."

"Sorry, you have to see him."

The commissioner raised the box in his hand and showed the chains cobbled on his wrist and box: "The things including them are also things that must be handed over to him."

"...To be honest, I believe you are not a disguise like a fish." The small house in the forest scratched his face and said bluntly: "But your organization has a bad reputation. Do you understand what I mean?"

The commissioner nodded calmly: "So I can understand your caution."

To put it bluntly, although the Dharma King Hall is the center and core of the Roman genealogy and is extremely sound, the suffix is ​​different.

——Merculi Institution.

Named after the traveler among the twelve Lords of Rome, it looks like a messenger department, but in fact, except for the postal system, other tasks are essentially different from ordinary express delivery agencies.

This is a secret service agency.

Notorious.

Buying, abducting, extortion, assassination, and even launching terrorist attacks when necessary.

In the long struggle with the Hawkeye Bureau of the Russian Federation, I don’t know how many things have been done that have no bottom line at all.

Let such people meet Huai Shi.

To be honest, his eyes were a little dirty...

"Please rest assured." The commissioner promised: "I understand that Mr. Huai Shi is in a state that is not convenient for guests, but due to his limitations of his duties, he has to come to disturb him.

I can guarantee that I will not do anything that would harm Mr. Huai Shi’s personal safety.”

As soon as he said something, the expression of the small house in the forest suddenly became subtle.

It seems to be looking at a fool.

Looking at the man in front of him, looking at the calluses washed away by the potion on his fingers, the murderous weapon buried in his bones, and even the weight loss body full of explosive power, as well as the scars left by the battles on his arms.

This is indeed an absolute master, even in the third level, it is a chilling powerful enemy.

only……

“…it’s you?”

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

The commissioner frowned in confusion, feeling contempt, but did not care, and did not take it in his heart, just waiting for his answer.

"This..." The little house in the forest wanted to call him, but after thinking for a long time, he found that he had never mentioned his name when introducing him.

"Marcus." The commissioner reminded.

"Well, Mr. Marcus, you hold the proof of the Dharma Hall, and I have verified your identity. You are here on behalf of Rome. Our Danbo campus is not a place where we know the etiquette. We should be warmly entertained, and the teacher will not be arrogant enough to turn away the messengers of the Dharma Hall."

The hut in the forest thought for a while and explained seriously: "But the key is that he is very busy recently, and I don't know if he has time to take care of other things."

As he said that, the hut in the forest got up, took off his coat from the hanger, picked up the car key, and waved to him: "You will understand after you go and see it, please come with me."

The commissioner was puzzled and stood up and followed behind him.

In this way, a car soon drove out of the garage, passed through the busy construction sites on both sides, passed through the downtown area that was gradually becoming congested, and even saw the legendary casting research center that grew gradually like a living metal.

In this way, gradually moving outward.

In the co-pilot, Marcus had no expression on his face.

But my body gradually became tense.

"Relax, if we have any bad ideas, there is no need to take you so far..." The little house in the forest seemed to know what he was thinking, "Did you see the two people who were drinking tea in the campus gatehouse? The older one is called Anita, you may have never heard of it. Another person who played chess with him was Konokawa."

Marcus was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "Which Konokawa?"

"The one you have heard of is a thug for the general. After being laid off, he was sent to Danbo and re-employed by the Sword Saint."

The cottage in the forest explained: "This is Danbo. We are not interested in your entanglements outside, nor have we fallen to the point of taking action against our guests, even if we are at ease."

Marcus didn't speak.

The small house in the forest glanced at him, but did not give another answer.

In the silence, Marcus heard the sound of sea tides gradually rising in the distance, and a cool sea breeze blew from the falling car window. In the afternoon sun, the blue sea in the distance was revealed.

A distant sound came faintly from the wind.

It seems to be the gentle sound of a cello, long and deep. The solemn drum sound is embedded in it, forming a vast sound that spreads all directions.

It seemed that the tide was also responding to the rhythm of the melody and integrating into it.

In the end, it turns 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 I recalled the information about the King of Danbo, I suddenly realized that if I did not have such a pursuit of art, how could I be called a disaster musician?

In comparison, in order to satisfy one's own preferences, it is not worth mentioning that it takes a lot of effort to build a concert hall by the beach.

He has seen more and more extravagant things, and compared with those things, this love that is purely revealed in his heart is even more admirable.

However, when they turned the ridge, they did not see the huge and solemn concert hall as expected, and there was no sign of construction.

There is not a whole orchestra playing here.

There is only a bare beach, and a small pier that extends forward and sinks into the sea.

Through a long distance, they could see the back sitting at the end of the pier, and a fishing rod thrown into the deep sea in his hand.

The vast ocean is connected with people through this line.

Thus, a vast and magnificent symphony sprouted from the sea.

The surging tide rolled in front of him, like a blurred waveform, revealing the terrifying power surged in the undercurrent below.

Under the interference of a fishing line, the surging sea tide was randomly fiddled by the invisible palms, colliding with each other, bursting out and roaring, and faintly turned into a earth-shaking loud noise.

The sea was like hissing, roaring, singing, singing and singing in the melody.

Endlessly elevated towards the highest level guided by the melody.

It disappeared quietly again and returned to the sea again.

In the end, layers of waving sea tides dissipated in an instant, replaced by a quiet water surface that was smooth and mirror-like.

Reflecting the sky and the tides in the distance.

Only the lingering sound slowly dissipated.

Everything is like a miracle, but there has never been any fluctuation in it, just like the scene where all things are singing is just a coincidence by chance.

And at some point, Marcus was already sweating profusely.

He finally understood why the hut in the forest showed such a look when he made a promise...

He does not need to ensure the safety of Huai Shi.

In front of that person, he could not even guarantee his own safety.

"He already knows we're here."

The car parked at the end of the road, and the cottage in the forest said: "It seems that you are lucky. A few days ago, he was too lazy to see people outside and did not want to be disturbed."

The boy raised his hand and pointed to the back: "No matter why you come, you can tell him, Mr. Marcus, but please remember to hurry up."

"Is there a time limit?" Marcus asked.

"No……"

In a brief silence, the young man who seemed to be grasping the situation from beginning to end suddenly showed a strange expression and couldn't help sighing: "If you're late, you won't be able to catch up with supper, I will be miserable."

Marcus was stunned for a moment, not understanding what kind of supper could make such young people worry, but he didn't intend to waste time.

He pushed open the car door and walked straight toward his back in the distance.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the pain of difficulty... it is like the vast ocean in front of you is pouring towards you.

In peace, there is a terrifying force that can overturn everything.

He is approaching a burning volcano.

But suddenly, all of this disappeared, and the dead and calm sea suddenly returned to turmoil. The surging sea water rushed towards the beach and reefs, bursting out with noisy sounds.

And that fishing rod had been pulled out of the sea, and the hook was empty.
To be continued...