Casar's view basically represents the mainstream ideas that are common in Elderland today. It is wrong to not deny such a cliché topic. Even if you have different personal opinions, you must clarify the logic and say a convincing inference. You will not get any recognition by guessing alone.

Momer didn't want to forcefully persuade Casar, and at the same time he couldn't find any proof of his guess. He suddenly said that this matter seemed inexplicable, but in fact it was a kind of deep concern in his heart.

Although the Heather Empire and the Holy Temple are far from their world, Mommel is most clear about the truth that one moves the whole body. However, once the war breaks out, the first thing that will affect them is their group of sacred knights, who are the main force of the war.

If, he is saying if.

If there is a shadow of the Heather Empire behind the refugee incident, who would have thought it was a simple conspiracy?

He felt deeply trapped in the smoke and mist of the rolling wheels of history. He was not the creator of history, but just a member of the drifting waves. He was passively endured the reality and world that he could not change, powerlessness, confusion, and even despair.

The sunlight poured down the ground through the painted glass window. Momoer leaned on the back of the chair and lowered his head and said nothing. When his mood was limited by troubles and emotions, everyone would have silent contemplation. Even if you know that it was meaningless and fruitless in the end, you would still choose this.

"Is there any progress on the Bishop?"

Returning to reality, Mommel dispels the dullness in his heart.

"No." Casar, who had been standing next to him silently, said. "Otherwise, they would not call you back to Cologne in secret."

"What's the point of calling me back? Are they expecting me to go to the Green Mai District in person to find out the mastermind?" Mommer shook his head and said disrespectfully: "It has developed to this point. We are powerless to stop some things. At most, we can watch the fun and clean up the mess."

"Sir, do you know something?" Casar said strangely.

"Probably, it will take some time to wait for the specific situation." Mommer said.

"The backhand you installed has started to move?" Casar said with thought.

"Yes." Momoer had no intention of hiding it. "I have to thank the boy for alerting the snake, otherwise the other party would not have easily exposed his feet."

Casar wanted to know who Mommer was talking about. As his closest and trusted deputy, he knew many things well, such as his relationship with Heris. But on some special levels, he was always in the dark and could not know.

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The seventh day of the third week is the last day of the investigation period.

Once a person arouses curiosity, his pursuit of knowledge will become stronger over time. However, excessive curiosity usually means danger.

The life of a mysterious woman in a mansion seems to always be like a fixed repetition of a computer program, just like a real NPC with rigid thinking in the game, the daily routine is outrageously accurate. If it is like this one day or two, the problem is that it is like this every day, how can it not make people think about it very terrifyingly.

He once thought that the mysterious woman would be Smair's mistress, but now it seems that he is a bit outrageously wrong.

The mysterious woman is too strange. She can't figure it out with Xia Lan's IQ and strength alone. He knows this.

So he retreated.

So what if the investigation mission fails? It’s just a matter of going out to relax. Why do you need to do your best to do your best in the church? It’s better to improve your strength than to understand the situation in Cologne and the mainland in many ways.

As usual, he returned to the hotel and enjoyed the comfort of food and solitude. Without too much constraints, Xia Lan would not cause trouble. The system's mission is far away, and Herris' next arrangement has not arrived for a long time. Momer's investigation task can be appropriately perfunctory. Apart from that, he seems to have nothing to do.

"People's slackness often starts with relaxing themselves."

"Why are you here?"

Xia Lan, who was lying on the sofa reading books, said happily after hearing the sounds in the room.

He heard the identity of the voice master, otherwise his attitude would not be so casual.

"Follow me to go to the Green Mai District to watch a show at night."

Mommel came to him naturally, picked up the wine bottle on the table and drank it into his mouth.

"You have found out the mastermind behind bewitching refugees?" Xia Lan put down the book in her hand and looked at him.

"No." Mommel simply said, "But we learned that the other party was going to act tonight, a massive and vigorous action."

"Aren't you going to stop it?" Xia Lan raised her back from the sofa, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

"Why should I stop it?" Momer said with a smile.

Xia Lan shrugged and said she understood. "Does the above know?"

"Of course, this is my duty after all." Mommer raised his eyebrows and said, "But I only disclosed half of the information to the above."

"Do you want to find out the messenger behind the scenes?" Xia Lan turned her mind.

"Smart!" Mommer smiled slightly. "Because there are more than just curious people... I would like to thank you for your eye-catching performance these days."

"So I was exposed early in the morning?" Xia Lan was stunned and shook her head.

"You underestimated their caution." Mommor held the bottle clean and reached out to touch his mouth and said, "At our level, any disguise is false, and only strength is everything."

"Can I ask a question?" Xia Lan said silent for a moment.

"Ask." Mommel said angrily.

"Who is the woman at the residence of 13 Lilac Street, St. Berlin District?" Xia Lan said.

"I don't know." Mommor said simply: "You and I are just as curious about her identity. I have been investigating her identity since more than ten years ago. Unfortunately, it was futile and almost lost an important piece of me."

"I don't even know?" Xia Lan said in a little surprised.

"Yes, and I have tested that woman myself." Mommer narrowed his eyes and said, "I can only say that you were the greatest luck that you did not enter that mansion."

After hearing this, Xia Lan realized that Momoer was unwilling to reveal too much information, or that he was deliberately deceiving him.

This is understandable. He and Mommer have little friendship. It is Herris's reason for being able to be connected to each other. If he had not had Herris's relationship at the same level, he would have become his enemy.

In fact, he has given himself a lot of help, even if it is his obligation.

It was still early and there was still a long time before dusk. Xia Lan planned to invite the other party to have dinner before going to the Green Mai District. As expected, Mommel refused. He left only a meeting place and left the hotel room.

Looking back on what he said, what do the mastermind wants to do? Will it incite large-scale riots among refugees? Since Momer reported the intelligence to the top leaders, the temple is impossible to ignore it. Besides, what threat can a group of refugees create? Could it be that the troops stationed in Cologne are all decorations?

In the evening, Xia Lan quietly came to an ordinary house. Before he could knock on the door, the door had already opened, and the people who greeted him were no strangers, Casar, Mommer's personal adjutant.

"You're coming at the right time."

Casar led him into the entrance and said while walking, without any greetings.

"I'm worried that I'll be too late to catch up with the fun of tonight." Xia Lan said carelessly.

"We also need to pay attention to the troubles that come."

Casar replied coldly.

The entrance hall is not long, and in a few words, the two appeared in the spacious and bright living room. The interior decoration of the living room was simple and the walls were gray and white. There was no other furniture except for two wooden benches.

Looking at the empty living room, Shalan immediately frowned and looked at Casar, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

"Sit down."

Casar seemed to be blinded and pointed to the bench.

"Where is Momoer?" Xia Lan did not sit or even move, but just stared at the other party.

"The adults will come in a while, and some urgent matters suddenly happened and he needed to deal with them himself."

Casar glanced at him.

"Can I ask what important things?" Xia Lan said.

"It's okay to tell you, some officers mutiny occurred in the Cologne garrison responsible for martial law tonight." Casar said calmly. "Although this matter has been suppressed, it has seriously affected the deployment of the plan. Lord Momer left in a hurry because of this matter."

"The officer mutiny?"

Xia Lan muttered to herself, feeling an indescribable weirdness in her heart.

Things happened so coincidental that they were so furious that they stood tall.

"The mutiny officer has been dismissed from office and investigated, and has now been detained for interrogation. The details will be difficult to know for a while." Casar seemed to be answering his doubts: "But I don't think I can know anything from them."

"You guessed it right."

At this time, Mommer's voice came from behind them.

"Let you wait for a long time."

He was wrapped in thick silver armor, holding the long sword around his waist in one hand, and grabbing his already messy hair with the other, as if he had just retreated from the battlefield, a little bored and a little irritable.

"Sir, what's going on over there is finished?" Casar said respectfully.

"Yes, I asked the Second Squad to take over the army and arranged all the matters before rushing back." Mommel walked to the bench and sat down with a solemn expression: "And the mutiny officers committed suicide collectively before we interrogated."

"It seems that we are in trouble with the Death Soldier's style." Casar said with a calm expression.

"The trouble is trouble. The important thing is whether we can find clues about the mastermind tonight." Momer said in a deep voice.

"What if I can't find out?" Casar thought of the worst possible.

"Ha! Do you think the senior officials would let these clowns do whatever they want?" Mommel's eyes narrowed into invisible slits and said, "Justice Bishop accidentally revealed a message to me just now, and it seems that the people from the referee have started to take action."

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Chapter completed!