The night goes on.
On a remote street in Baishi City, two figures appeared—Solmen and Mu Keni.
The two walked and talked in low voices.
Mu Keni spoke up, slightly complaining: "If you ask me, what you did to that person at the auction before was completely unnecessary."
"That's to ensure the accuracy of the information." Somen said.
"But the problem is that the information we got is of no value at all - it's all what we've already guessed - the 'confidential' books. The auction house did give them to that boy, but somehow they lost them. "
"..." Suomen was silent and then said, "Anyway, you should pay attention to this matter. When today's task is completed, I will report and explain the situation."
"Are you making such a fuss?" Mu Keni rolled her eyes and said with disdain.
"This is not a fuss, but a rule of the organization." Somen said, "Although I know that many people above are just a formality, and even if I report it, they may not read it. But I do my job well. If something goes wrong, they won’t be able to cause trouble to me.”
"Whatever." Mukoni shrugged and glanced ahead, "Um, by the way, are you at the right place? The target is in this house, right?"
As she spoke, Mu Keni stopped in front of a small courtyard made of white stones.
Suomen stopped, looked at the courtyard, and nodded, "Yes, indeed."
"Well, finish things early and rest early." Mukoni said, walked towards the courtyard door and knocked on the door.
…
In the courtyard, a spacious study room was lit with many candles and the lights were bright.
In the middle of the room, there is a table with numerous gears, metal sheets, wires and other parts placed on it.
An old man with wrinkles on his face, hunched over, was playing with these parts. As he fiddled with it, a precision machine the size of a fist gradually took shape.
After a while, the old man finished assembling the machine and put it on the table. He pressed somewhere, and the many gears on the machine started to rotate, making a "click, click, click" sound.
"call-"
The wrinkled old man looked at the machine and took a long breath with a satisfied expression. At this moment, there was a knock on the courtyard door outside.
"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"
"Huh?" The old man's eyes flashed, and he was a little confused. He didn't know why someone was still looking for him so late.
Glancing at the steadily running machinery, the old man couldn't guess the identity or purpose of the knocker. He frowned, pushed open the door, and stepped out.
Walking to the courtyard door, the old man opened the door with a "squeak" and looked outside. He saw darkness and no one on the remote street.
The old man frowned, closed the courtyard door, and walked back to the study muttering.
"Really, children nowadays are getting more and more annoying. They stay up so late, knock on the door, and play pranks." The old man said and walked into the study. "That means he was not caught by me, otherwise he would definitely I need a hard spanking... Gah!"
The old man's words came to an abrupt end because he saw two more people, a man and a woman, inexplicably appearing in the study.
The woman among them was holding the machine he had assembled with a slight curiosity, while the man was rudely looking through the things in his room.
"You!" The old man's eyes widened, and he felt some blood welling up, and he shouted, "You two thieves, when did you get in! Quick...get out of here! You...you bitch, don't Touch my darlings, and you damn fellow, and don’t turn over my books and scrolls.”
The old man yelled loudly, but the man and woman were unmoved at all and continued to do their own things without paying attention to him at all.
The old man became angry. He glanced around and saw a black wooden walking stick in the corner. He picked it up and hit the woman viciously. At this moment, the old man didn't feel any pity for her. He just wanted to knock the woman who dared to touch his baby to the ground and snatch the baby back.
But he held the wooden cane and swung it hard. The woman stretched out her hand and waved it gently. With a "crash", the wooden cane shattered in mid-air.
"You! This!" The old man's eyes widened. He held the small half of the wooden cane remaining in his hand. He looked at the woman, then at the man, and realized something, "Are you... wizards?"
No one answered his words.
The man rummaged through several papyrus scrolls from the bookshelf, walked over, opened them in front of his eyes, shook them, and asked aloud: "The content on this scroll is what you are studying, right?"
"Forehead… "
"That's good." The man waved his hand and the scroll disappeared without a trace.
At this time, the woman holding the mechanical creation let out a chuckle. With one hand, the machine in her hand suddenly deformed. Gears, wires and other parts that were perfectly embedded in the machine flew in all directions with a "clatter".
"No!" When the old man saw it, his eyes widened and his whole body trembled. He didn't know whether it was anger or fear. He looked at the man and woman and shouted, "Who are you?! Why do you do this?!"
The man finally answered: "We are the ones who killed you. As for why, it is very simple, because... well, some things and some people should not appear in this world."
"But… "
"No buts, goodbye." The man said, stepping up to the old man and tapping his forehead gently.
The old man shook up suddenly, fell backwards, and fell to the ground with a "bang". A blood hole appeared between his eyebrows, and blood was flowing out continuously.
The man looked at it, shook his head slightly, stretched out his finger and drew it in the air, and a golden flame emerged.
The next moment, with a flick of his finger, the flame flew out, suspended in mid-air, and burned quietly.
"Let's go." The man said to the woman.
"I know." The woman said, walked out of the study, and followed the man out of the courtyard.
Not long after, flames several meters high rose from the courtyard and burned the entire courtyard. The light of the fire could be seen clearly from thousands of meters away.
…
"Swipe!"
Two black shadows flew across the night and landed on the street. They looked at the burning courtyard and narrowed their eyes.
"Something happened again." The first black figure shook his head and sighed.
"It's not peaceful recently." The second black figure echoed with a solemn voice, "It seems that some people in the city need to be beaten."
"I hope those people won't say weird things about this incident." The first black figure said worriedly.
"You can't stop us even if you say weird things. We just have to do our own thing." The second black figure looked away, "Okay, the situation is not serious. Let the others investigate slowly. We can leave."
"Yeah." The first black shadow nodded, and he and the second black shadow turned to leave.
As a result, just after taking a few steps, the second black figure suddenly thought of something, turned around suddenly, and slapped his head: "Uh, I almost forgot."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a silvery white light flew out and shot into the blazing flames.
A cherry-sized ice core was wrapped in the silver-white light, and it exploded as soon as it came into contact with the flames. With a "bang" sound, goose-feather-like snowflakes flew throughout the courtyard, causing the temperature to drop rapidly. The flames were suppressed and extinguished, and a thin layer of ice formed on the ground in the entire courtyard.
The second black figure looked at it and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, it should be fine now, we can really go."
"Forehead… "
"Swipe!"
Two black shadows jumped into the air and flew into the distance in the night.
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