This... seems... not the ride she should take.

She felt as confused as a hangover, and something was bewitching her.

Don't resist.

Accept this as it comes, and I will protect you.

[Rachel] saw a handsome man taking off his hat. The man smiled and bowed. At the same time, he grabbed his hair with his unusually long fingers and lifted up the upper part of his head, showing the middle part of his head.

A flat and smooth cross-section divided up and down.

"Like other beautiful girls," the man bent down and caressed [Rachel]'s cheek with his hand.

"You will also be a good material."

Elian smiled and pressed the skin bag back onto his face again, and then left with his "prey" triumphantly.

What Elian didn't know was that a young man with blond hair and golden eyes was reading a newspaper not far away from him. After he left with his "prey", the blond young man put down the newspaper in his hand.

"Five days..."

"If it's two days later, I might have to give up."

Xia Xiu pressed the top hat on his head, his golden eyes staring firmly at Elian's retreating back.

"It's a very beautiful deception and facial disguise. If the other person runs away, I might not be able to recognize him when he appears in front of me in the future."

Xia Xiu activated [Presence Weakening] Mimu Su with all his strength, and then slowly followed behind the opponent.

Thirty minutes later.

Hohenzollern Theater.

"Tsk, this is really the situation I least like to encounter. I've encountered a tough nut."

The blond young man looked at the site in front of him where there was a large-scale EVE particle suppression field and said to himself helplessly.

The salary of this graduation job is not generous enough for him to work hard.

Xia Xiu opened the mailbox skillfully, and then he began to prepare to send people. He quickly edited the two emails and sent them out.

Internal conflicts are better handled by local governments themselves.

【bite--】

Just after Xia Xiu finished sending the email, he received an email in his sarkic mailbox. He opened the mailbox and took a look.

It was sent to him by the green-haired Bryce.

Xia Xiu exchanged mailboxes with Bryce because he entrusted Bryce to investigate the information about the Hohenzollern family. It is said that Bryce was the first pen pal of his sensual mailbox. He usually used the heavenly mailbox to make friends. Abnormal

One of the "good brothers" in the genealogy died. Fortunately, Bryce did not die and successfully obtained his mailbox.

Xia Xiu slowly read the email Bryce sent to him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"I found you at last, O'Brien."

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Berlin area Suplingenburg.

An elderly lady in her sixties, wearing a black dress and wearing reading glasses with a dignified face, was standing on a dilapidated street. The warm sunshine in early winter was shining down from the intertwined ginkgo branches and leaves.

"Charlotte, are you unwilling to use your true form even to meet the teacher?"

The vicissitudes of life on the face of Hero Nimus, the leader of the Deer Academy Magic Group, showed deep sadness.

"Teacher, long time no see."

A handsome young man of seventeen or eight years old, dressed in gorgeous clothes, stood on the opposite side of the street and saluted his elderly teacher.

"This is the puppet you made. It's really lifelike." Professor Nimus stared at the handsome young man and said slowly.

"Young Werther, the name of this work." Werther replied with a smile.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You are the one who provoked the curtain conflict in Berlin. As the leader of [Red Branch], you just let them do whatever they want here, why, you

Do you want to repeat your grand event in France? Does the passing of life make you feel happy like this? "

"Teacher, don't say that. Fran's "The Death of Marat" is my most outstanding work."

A cheerful smile appeared on young Werther's face, and he continued to say to the elderly teacher:

"Charlotte Corday, she is now the dream lover of many French people!"

Professor Nimus closed her eyes in pain, while her students continued to tell her.

"Teacher, you taught me."

The young Werther opened his arms and laughed loudly at his teacher:

"The best thing in life is enjoyment, and the worst thing in life is suffering."

"The goal of the abnormal artist is to avoid all forms of suffering."

Listening to the students reciting her teachings, Nimus' eyes were gradually covered with anger, and she angrily yelled at her students:

"So you became a believer of [Ether Monarch] and the divine choice of [Xin Liezhi]!!!"

"I remember saying that the iron rules that deviant artists must abide by are: self-discipline, moderation and peace."

Facing the teacher's familiar scolding, young Werther shook his head.

"Teacher, in pursuing shorter pleasures, you must consider whether there are other ways to obtain greater, more lasting, or more intense pleasure."

"Humans are not like animals in that we can plan our lives. We have the ability to engage in fun calculations."

Professor Nimus no longer had any expectations for this disciple who had fallen into the devil's path. A shadow began to appear behind her, wearing a white robe and holding a book in his hand.

[Incarnation of the Lord·Epicurus]

"I have given up hope that you will no longer be here. This work of yours will remain here."

[God is not worth fearing, death is not worth worrying about, misfortune is easy to endure, happiness and joy are easy to seek.]

A terrifying phase space enveloped the entire street, and four strange lights appeared around [Epicurus].

"[Epicurus' Four Philosophical Medicines]... Teacher, you really go all out the first time you take action."

A bitter smile appeared on young Werther's face, and he could only watch quietly as the four rays of light tore his body apart.

"Teacher, the truth cannot be concealed after all, and that ridiculous curtain will be torn apart sooner or later..."

The four rays of light disappeared, the phase space was shattered, and the street remained the same as before, as if nothing happened just now.

Nimus looked at the fallen ginkgo leaves with a sad expression.

【bite--】

The message on the genealogy mailbox interrupted Professor Nimus' sentimentality, and she opened the mailbox to check the mail.

———Graduation task progress report————

Sender: Hugh Abraham

Sent time: 1589.11.2. Evening: 18:57.

Recipient:Hiero Nemus

Subject: Graduation Task Progress Report {Attachment (Location Identification)}

Content: The mission target has appeared. I will tell the [Thirteenth Section] about the other party's information, and the [Thirteenth Section] will handle it. The completion target of eliminating the culprit can be considered completed.

In addition, the target seems to be connected to the president of the Hohenzollern Group, Joachim Friedrich.

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"The Hohenzollern Group..." Professor Nimus whispered with an ugly face.
Chapter completed!