Lord of the Silver Crow

"How is it going."

The man who was sitting alone in the seat turned his gaze across the back of the middle-aged man chatting with the young girl. After scanning the entire cafe, he spoke to the person sitting in front of him.

"Almost all right."

The thin-faced man made a low-pitched voice. In the natural seriousness brought by the angular face, he responded:

"Of the power in this city, the Steam Church is the largest, and besides that, it is the Misty Path. I have investigated the condition of the structure used to track the investigation in the location of the broken gear here."

He said in the lowest possible voice:

"The last time we brought out the person with the broken gear and destroyed the structure for tracking, the broken gear has no structure for investigation for the time being."

"it is good."

There are some black-haired men who are slightly red, with a slight smile on their expressions:

"In this way, you can ensure that this operation will not be disrupted."

He put down the black tea cup, closed his mouth, and scanned the waiter who was gradually approaching the table of the middle-aged gentleman and young girl ten meters away. After the other party left, he said:

"We need to ensure the success of this operation, you know, after the last time the plan was destroyed, how much we lost."

The smile at the corner of his mouth is also reduced because of this sentence:

"If it weren't for the timely detection of the broken gear, our people would have died cleanly."

Hearing what he said, the other party nodded and responded:

"You can't miss this opportunity, the spiritual tide is about to arrive, this time you can't use the spiritual tide, you have to wait another month."

........

After more than half an hour, watching the two people leave one after another, Yago's gaze fell on the girl in front of him:

"Miss Maggie, does your sister allow you to go out?"

Hearing Yago's words, the smile on Maggie's face that had been shown because of the stories he made up collapsed:

"......No."

"I think so."

Yago's gaze fell on the lines of probability on Maggie.

At this time, these lines of probability are slowly deflecting and moving...

After using the strange thief induction, he smiled at the corners of his mouth and said:

"Then it's almost time to end this lunch, lovely lady."

Putting down the black tea cup, he beckoned to the waiter.

Is it over soon then?

Maggie couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. In her memory, when she accompanied her sister to discuss matters many times, she would stay for an hour or two even after she finished eating...

Mr. Rosen why.

Suddenly, she noticed that Mr. Rosen's gaze passed over her and looked in the direction of the door.

As if thinking of something, she turned her head abruptly.

Her sister, Jenny Fergus, no, she should be Jenny Cecil now, standing in the doorway, nodding her head with a smile, as if... responding to Mr. Rosen.

Maggie's little face was bitter.

Turning his head, he only saw Mr. Rosen's slightly smiling gaze.

"You are good or bad, Mr. Rosen."

Why not remind her earlier.

......

Cecil's jewelry store.

Jeanne Cecil looked at her sister angrily:

"How can you accept other people's invitations casually!"

"I accept the invitation from whomever I want to accept."

Holding the light blue veil, Margie Fox responded angrily:

"Don't worry about me!"

And this sentence made Jenny Cecil couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

She stared blankly at her originally well-behaved sister, opened the door and walked out of the room.

Soon afterwards, Will Cecil came in:

"Oh dear, what happened to you and little Maggie?"

To his wife, Will Cecil asked with concern.

"No, it's nothing."

Jeanne Cecil, who was suddenly weak, sighed.

And this look of her is something Will has never seen before.

He hurriedly said:

"Do you need me to make an appointment for you? No, I will make an appointment now."

"No, no, my dear." Jenny stopped her husband, "I'll just sleep for a while, you can help find someone to look at Margie, don't let her go to a dangerous place."

"Okay, okay!" Will Cecil hurriedly walked out of the room and asked someone to protect Maggie according to Jenny's instructions.

......

On the other hand, Yago, who didn’t know that a teenage girl was late for adolescent rebellion broke out because of his own affairs, was walking cautiously on the street, following the antique bookstore obtained by asking the waiter and manager of the coffee shop as a cover-up target , To disperse his strange thief induction, trying to sense the position of the man who was entangled by circles of probability.

And the strange thief induction did not disappoint his hope.

He has seen him personally, has a clear image, and Yago's characteristics are clearly remembered in his mind, as the target of the strange thief's induction, he can clearly guide him.

The more obscure the direction, the more obscure the feedback, and the same, the clearer the direction, the clearer the feedback.

but.....

He cannot be tracked as he is now.

Silently, he shook his head and sighed in front of the closed antique shop, Yago, with the face of a middle-aged man, returned to his residence.

then.......

The silver key turned into a mask, rolled up the suitcase piled with straw and bones, Yago disappeared in place, and went to the ruined temple surrounded by darkness.

.......

Wawe North District.

Rows of upright Kayasit spruce stand on both sides, and the tall and straight trees bring some freshness to this heavy industrial city.

The anti-reconnaissance abilities that were trained under the pressure of the various churches, especially Steam Church's sophisticated intelligence network and reconnaissance network, were used by Sock.

After confirming that he was not being followed, he went into the alley close to the abandoned workers’ residential area, flexibly bypassed the narrow roads, entered a small house, and then opened the basement entrance located in the corner. Into the underground waterway

In the hut, many people have gathered at this moment.

Faced with the scrutiny eyes of a crowd of people, this thin-faced man with an angular face said in a deep voice with a natural sense of seriousness:

"For the return of our lord, give everything!"

"For the return of my lord!"

The enthusiastic voices of the crowd came into his ears.

Afterwards, he told the news he had just received in the cafe.

After listening, the person in the main seat inside the room also made a hoarse and low tone:

"This time, I can't fail again!"

"We must successfully hold the ceremony, call the apostle of our lord, awaken the sleeping lord, and lead us back to the old days!"

In the frantic call, everyone chanted together--

"The king above the endless sky, the old witness, the scarlet tyrant who rules all things..."