In the corridor, Saint Angel Bertrand led the way. He was always paying attention to the black-haired young man behind him... What is his name?

I've obviously seen this guy's judging card just now, and it stands to reason that I've also seen the other person's name, but why... I just can't remember it?

"I see."

"Know...what do you know?"

Saint Angel Bertrand stopped subconsciously, turned around with a calm face, and looked at the black-haired young man.

The black-haired young man smiled and said, "Mr. Bertrand, that's what you guys are doing together on the back stairs."

"Oh?" Bertrand came closer at this time and chuckled, "What do you know?"

The black-haired young man said casually: "Mr. Bertrand, you must be hiding there to rest...smoking or something, right?"

"Hahaha, if you're lazy, you're lazy. It sounds so good to say that you have a rest. We are just addicted to smoking and it's hard to be at work, so you know!" Saint Angel Bertrand waved his hand at this time, "We are all

Rough guy, not that particular, Mr. Judge."

He looked at the black-haired young man's judge's ID card again...but the ID card had already been inserted into his chest pocket at this moment.

But then he saw the black-haired young man take out a pack of cigarettes with the symbol "China" printed on it from his pocket, and said with a smile: "Mr. Bertrand, take one, I am the judge, you and I

If we are together, it should have nothing to do with it."

Bertrand was a little dumbfounded on the spot. Although this behavior was normal and there was nothing wrong with it, it was just...

"Why, Mr. Bertrand, didn't you just say that you are addicted to cigarettes?" The black-haired young man said apologetically: "I walked in suddenly and didn't smell the smoke. I probably interrupted you. I'm sorry.

"

"Then... let's get one." Saint Angel Bertrand immediately gritted his teeth, quickly pulled out one, and held it in his mouth.

only……

In fact, when this thing started to spread from the world below to the [Wings of Freedom] Army, it was very popular for a while, and then it stopped - because the Holy Lady hated this smell.

But killing many people's hobby all at once was really painful for a long time - it was a dark time when the inspection team had to check the ward every day, and smoking a cigarette was like a spy.

If you smoke one, you won't be discovered...

There seemed to be a little Satan in his heart, or maybe little Lucifer was instigating him - Saint Angel Bertrand swallowed his saliva at this time and said: "Borrow me a fire? I don't have the lighter with me!"

The black-haired young man took out a lighter again and started a fire.

Bertrand Holy Angel slowly exhaled the thick smoke, feeling as if all the cells in his body were activated, "Comfortable! This taste is really...Thank you, Mr. Judge!"

"You're welcome." The black-haired young man smiled and then said: "Mr. Bertrand, it seems that you are not from here?"

"Why." Bertrand asked slightly curiously: "Can you see it?"

"The feeling." The black-haired young man said casually: "It feels a little different from the people in [Free City]."

Saint Bertrand suddenly became alert.

At this time, the black-haired young man said: "Well... I understand, Mr. Bertrand, he should be an immigrant from other seven cities."

"Hahaha, yes, I am from... I was not originally a resident of [Free City]." Saint Angel Bertrand nodded... This guy?

The black-haired young man asked casually: "So Mr. Bertrand, what do you think of this [City of Freedom]?"

"The City of Freedom?" Saint Angel Bertrand was startled subconsciously. This topic made him a little surprised, but he still shook his head and looked out the window thoughtfully, "The wind here is a little... chaotic.

.”

"Do you like this city?"

"I like this city's faith, that's all." Saint Angel Bertrand said calmly: "It's a pity that its faith is experiencing some... some unprecedented difficulties."

The black-haired young man said: "The butterfly also struggled for a period of time before breaking out of the cocoon."

"That's true." Saint Angel Bertrand nodded: "Indeed, now...it is just like before the butterfly emerged from its cocoon. I firmly believe that [Free City] will eventually usher in a new era of praise.

"

At this moment, Bertrand Saint said abruptly: "Mr. Judge, this corridor goes straight to the front. After three doors, there is the backstage lounge. I have something else to do, so I can't see you off. I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter."

"Well, thank you for the cigarette, and I'll see you again when you get the chance." Saint Angel Bertrand nodded and walked quickly away from the other side.

The black-haired young man watched him leave, and then looked out the window again - looking out from this position, he could actually just see a stream of light flashing past, and then sinking into the rooftop of the building opposite the venue.

It is an angel in the form of a female.

…

…

I can't stay here any longer, I should go out!

[Daphne] secretly told herself... Fortunately, no one came into the bathroom for such a long time, which really made him lucky.

That Mr. Luo must have used the restroom and left... But why is he here backstage?

Shaking her head, [Daphne] was about to open the door, but the door to the women's bathroom suddenly opened slightly.

[Daphne] suddenly closed the door of the toilet cubicle gently - although with her current appearance, it would not matter even if she bumped into the person who came in.

But he still instinctively wanted to avoid this kind of thing happening... He always felt that with his current appearance, if he casually entered a women's area, it would be regarded as a shameless act.

I don't know who came in.

But [Daphne] felt that the people who came in seemed to be checking here... He felt that the doors of each toilet grid were being opened one by one.

It was almost his turn to stay... [Daphne] was so nervous that she immediately covered her mouth and shrank her body.

But the action of opening the door stopped at this moment... The person who came in now walked into the grid next to him.

[Daphne] was even more afraid to say anything. He heard some figures taking off their clothes.

After a while, [Daphne] actually saw a blood-stained bandage falling out of the gap in the grid.

[Daphne] immediately retracted her legs...the blood-stained bandage was also withdrawn at this time.

He even heard some muffled sounds that sounded like pain...it took a while before the sounds stopped.

Then the door of the grid was opened, and there was some sound of water coming from the wash basin in front - and after a while, the man left here.

After a while, [Daphne] tentatively walked out again. After confirming that there was no one here, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Driven by curiosity, [Daphne] opened the grid that the man had just used.

Nothing is left here.

To be honest, there is only a faint fragrance left, which seems to be the smell of some kind of perfume.

Feeling confused for a while, [Daphne] finally shook her head, then tried her best to look more natural in front of the mirror, then opened the door and left.

"When...when did a [Under Maintenance] sign hang up here?" Looking at the sign hanging on the door handle, [Daphne] frowned, "Did the person just hang it up?"

…

…

Mr. Assassis smelled something musty.

This should be the basement of Calvin's mentor's house, he remembers the smell.

But at this time, he was blindfolded, his hands and feet were tied, and he was thrown into this place... Azaches had been awake for a few minutes, and he figured out the reason for his fainting.

That cup of coffee that is so bitter that it makes people frown!

He couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that Teacher Calvin had really done something... dangerous behind his back, otherwise he wouldn't have caught him and locked him up.

After Mr. Assassis wiped off the blindfold on his face on the ground, he looked at the environment in the basement... Soon, he began to roll his body towards the corner, and began to

On the iron support of a cabinet, I rubbed the rope on my body.

Soon after, the rope fell and he was free.

Asaches came to the basement door and twisted it, but failed to open it.

He shook his head, thought for a moment, then knelt down and took out a few handfuls of ifs from the soles of his shoes.

One of them opened the basement door directly... Mr. Asaches clapped his hands and left the basement easily, "Teacher Calvin, I usually help you with all the chores at home, even

I changed the door locks for you... Do you underestimate me?"

However, Mr. Assassis walked around the house and failed to see the Calvinist. As for Robert, who claimed to be the nephew of the Calvinist, he did not see him.

"Where will they go?"

Asaches finally sat in the study of Calvin's scholar, thinking about the purpose of his mentor - and what Calvin had said before he knocked himself out with the drug.

"The place of sin...the route back then?"

Abruptly, Mr. Asaches stood up, quickly walked to the bookcase next to him, and began to rummage through the cabinets.

"Holy water, holy water...Master Morrigan, Master Morrigan...there must be something left, even a little bit...yes."

He found a piece of information - to be precise, it was a book,

The cover of the book has been torn off, but the name of the author of the book can be found on the second page - Morrigan!
To be continued...