Chapter 231 Follow Me, Come in and Listen!

Marcus Breno was very depressed.

He is a night watchman of the Church of the Lord of Glory - a so-called night watchman means walking in the darkness and handling some matters for the church that are inconvenient to deal with in an open and honest manner.

For example, kill a less pious lord, secretly search a noble's house for magic items, monitor a big businessman who traffics in contraband...

Of course, "Who is a serious person to be a night watchman?" Except for those members of the tribunal who are too religious and have burned their brains, or have special hobbies, most of the night watchmen are recruited through various strange channels.

For example, Marcus Breno himself was the half-grown boy who was found inside a den of thieves when the Inquisition wiped out, oh, a group of thieves...

With such a background, it is not easy to get any good treatment. For example, this time, he was sent to the pagan kingdom across the sea, the headquarters of the evil devils, to explore the secret of the dragon's breath technique.

How could a little magician with only level one be able to use the Dragon Breath Technique? Did he get some ancient artifact, or was he blessed by the dragon clan, or did he get a dragon nest?

The instructions from the top officials of the Inquisition are: find this secret, and if possible, bring the treasure back...

So he was sent here. More than half a year after that war, I started with one picture and the rest was on my own.

Just outrageous. He knew that it was very, very difficult to find an unknown first-level mage in a small rural place like that. The problem is, after half a year of work, how can you not even figure out the name?

And his ship sank! Sinking! All supplies and manpower are gone, and I can only work as a boy in the stronghold in the city, half to cover my identity and half to support myself T_T

To make matters worse, when he was desperately escaping from the ship, he was hit... That black energy is still condensed on his right leg, causing him no peace of mind every day and night.

Marcus Breno pulled off a towel, bit it tightly, and poured holy water on the burned area on his thigh. His body was shaking violently, veins popped up one by one on his neck, and large beads of sweat rolled down his arms and thighs.

There was a sizzling sound where the holy water fell. A puff of black smoke quickly rose up, swallowing up the golden light flowing in the holy water. The black air on the legs seemed to have faded a bit, but seemed to remain unchanged. However, the burns and blisters on the thighs showed no signs of healing at all.

The boss stretched his head to watch together attentively. It wasn't until he saw the last bit of golden light disappearing and there was no movement anymore that he exhaled a breath, only to realize that his lungs were already aching from holding it back. He patted Marcus on the shoulder sympathetically and lowered his voice:

"You should have a good rest these days. I'll go out and find out where Gretel Nordmark lives and where it's more convenient to start. Once everything is ready, you can take action."

"Well..." Marcus Breno wanted to struggle, but he was doused with holy water, causing severe pain in his legs and collapse. He used his last strength to pull out the towel and lay back:

"Thank you for your hard work..."

"All for the Lord of Glory."

"All for the Lord of Glory!"

Senior spies with 20 years of experience and operatives assigned temporarily prayed together.

The boss went out the next day to find out the news. He has been undercover in Nevis for 20 years. Even if he just opened a shop quietly, he still accumulated a lot of contacts. After asking around, I actually got a lot of clues:

"Gret Nordmark? He cured my gout!" - From the fish boss I knew well on the dock.

"Gret Nordmark? This name sounds familiar. Let me think about it... By the way, he published an article in "Arcane", in the issue at the beginning of the year!" - from someone who is too lazy to cook. The store has been eating magicians for seven or eight years.

"Gret Nordmark? You went to Thunder Point. Where are you working? Isn't that nonsense? It must be the top of the mountain! Hey, why are you asking about him?" - Assistant teacher from Bridge Magic Academy.

Not only did he ask people, but the boss also mobilized other secret agents buried by the church who had contact with him to find out about Grete's whereabouts in various ways. For example, a small vendor selling fried fish, grilled squid and other snacks squatted near the train station and watched to see when Gretel would come down the mountain...

Gretel didn't know all this. He walked peacefully on the campus in the early morning, taking advantage of the one or two hours left before leaving for the meeting, and tried to walk around as much as possible. Hey, there are some green moldy spots under this tree. They don't look like moss. So scoop them up and take them away. There are patches of mildew that are neither green nor blue under that wall. Scrape them down and take them away. On the desk over there...

"Sir! This sir! How many slices of blue cheese do you want?"

"Uh..." I miscalculated. The blue thing is cheese, not Penicillium... No, wait, it seems that the blue color in blue cheese is also caused by a certain kind of Penicillium, but the content of penicillin is very small. ? When he saw Bagua in his previous life, his views were shattered...

Gretel immediately took out his wallet: "Give me a pound! No, two pounds!"

"Gretel, haven't you finished eating yet?" Someone suddenly called him from behind. Gretel turned around and saw several classmates from yesterday's party coming together. Anthony Valentine, who had entered the Thunder Corner like him, waved from a distance, with a smile as bright as his blond hair:

"Eat quickly, eat quickly! Let's go together after eating, let's go get a good seat! I heard that a legendary master is coming today!"

Seven or eight people rushed up. Grete quickly stuffed the cheese into the space bag, turned around and walked between them. Anthony immediately pushed him into it:

"Come on, come on, let's go together! Where did you go so early in the morning? By the way, is your instructor here? No? Then come with us, or you won't be able to get in. Hey, there was a lot of chaos yesterday, and I didn't hear anything. What did you say you were doing recently..."

Gretel looked around. Among this group of people, there are five who stay at the peak to work: one from the plasticity department, one from the illusion department, one from the transformation department, one from the protection department, and one from the conjuration department. They were among the first batch to get offers. Although they could only work in the sub-towers of each department, they were already considered to be exceptionally good.

But at this moment, these outstanding students were lined up on both sides, surrounded by a buddy who was only hired in the second batch because of his mediocre grades - without him, the guy stayed in school as a teaching assistant. At this moment, this person was in high spirits and a little sneaky, leading them to the side door of the auditorium:

"Come on, come on, follow me this way, the staff passage! Let me tell you, it's very difficult to get tickets for this annual meeting. Except for those who came by taking advantage of the instructor's invitation letter - you don't have it - other people can't get it at all. I can't get in. I can get in in the afternoon and evening, but the legendary master has left again!

We teaching assistants are pretty good, and we all help inside and outside the venue. When the show starts, it’s no problem to stand closer and listen. Just follow me and don't run around! "

Thanks x-on:I don’t know 0678 for the 100 starting coins rewarded

Today I will update 4,000 words, 2,000 words at noon, 2,000 words at night...

In the afternoon, I went to watch the dance drama "The Eternal Wave". Occasionally, I have to recharge my brain. I also have to do extra work and will continue tomorrow.

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