Du Dian raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect to find a job for himself before he took office, "Send ten disciples to kill 'Ma Litai' at 7:15 tonight, and a three-star alchemist will be sent among the disciples." , don’t scare the snake, don’t let the target leave the hunting range.”
"Target location, 12 Frankland Street..."
The content is short, and there is no redundant word except for the task.
"The task should be to kill 'Malitai', but the number of people and the identity of the believers are specified..." Du Dian narrowed his eyes slightly, "This is for me to deliver food, I want to see it for myself, it is not convenient for you to kill this one What a 'Malitai' is."
He took down the handwriting on the letter and burned it to avoid being found and revealing his identity. Although the handwriting on it may not be the old Pope's, it is mostly written by his confidantes.
"Hawkeye." When the ashes were extinguished, Du Dian called out.
Ka, the door was pushed open, Hawkeye walked in respectfully, and said, "What are your orders?"
"Go and investigate, who is 'Ma Litai', the one who lives in Frankland Street." Du Dian ordered.
Hawkeye promised.
Not long after, Hawkeye returned to the room, and said respectfully: "My lord, it has been found out. The Maritai you mentioned is currently a professor of history at Ruy College. He is fifty-eight years old this year. He was born in a family of declining palace knights. Grandpa used to be a silver knight. The family has 20 acres of land. His father is dead, and his mother lives in a small town in his hometown. He lives temporarily at No. 12, Frankland Street... "
Having said that, he paused, looked up at Du Dian, and said in a low voice: "He seems to have another identity, he is a member of the natural religion."
Du Dian didn't expect him to investigate this person's information so clearly so quickly, and he had to be surprised by the intelligence network of the Dark Holy See, and said: "Naturalism? Are you talking about the natural religion that doesn't believe in God?"
"That's right." Hawkeye nodded respectfully, "Naturalism doesn't believe in the God of Light, and neither can our Great Holy God. They always say blasphemous words like 'materialism', and their activities were relatively low-key a few years ago. But it's getting more and more frequent, and our Ninth District has had several frictions with the natural religion, but there hasn't been any serious conflicts."
"Why?"
"Elder Kribi said that the Holy See of Light wants to deal with them more than we do, and leave such bones to the Holy See of Light."
Du Dian nodded slightly. In this way, Kribi was really not sent by the monastery, but in the end he believed in the other side of the Pope's old man's identity, and gave up the position to himself. The monastery eliminated a The real elder of the Dark Holy See has supported another person of his own to come in. The sharpest knife is nothing more than this.
"Are there any three-star alchemists available?" Du Dian asked.
Hawkeye thought for a moment and said, "How many."
"Choose one from the inside and ask him to bring nine people. Come with me tonight to kill this Ma Litai, and set off at six o'clock in the evening." Du Dian ordered.
Hawkeye was taken aback, "Are you going to kill him yourself?"
"Meet him, and learn about natural teaching by the way." Du Dian said casually.
Hawkeye understood, and didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he backed away with a promise.
After Hawkeye left, Du Dian sat on a chair, pondered for a moment, and suddenly thought of something, took out the animal glue mask and applied it on his face. After all, he can't always wear a mask in the future, in case someone imitates his body False orders conveyed by the head of the outfit will cause unpredictable consequences, and the protective effect of the animal rubber mask is stronger than that of the mask.
It was useless before, because I was worried that it was coated with poison, but now there is the Resurrection Spring sent by the Night King, so there is no need to worry about this, and I told Hawkeye that I have put on the animal glue mask, after so long, if it is poisonous , I have no poisoning reaction, and his expression will probably be a little strange. After all, he is the only one who can touch the animal glue mask except the monastery.
The thin animal glue mask stuck to his face, like a soft layer of skin, seemed to seep into the pores. When he looked in the mirror, he clearly saw that his appearance had turned into another face. The mask seemed to disappear on the face, and only by staring intently could one see a slight difference in the pores of the face.
He kneaded his face, and suddenly saw himself in the mirror changed, like plasticine that could be kneaded at will.
"It's amazing. I didn't expect the monastery to make such a thing." Du Dian was amazed in his heart. This thing can almost make him pretend to be anyone. In this era of weak detection methods, it is simply a crime. Artifact!
However, just because this thing is in front of the court, it is good that the punisher is not alarmed. Once the punisher intervenes, with the strange magic mark ability, it is still impossible to escape the pursuit just by changing the face. After all, the face can change. However, the smell from the pores is hard to hide unless you wear other spices all the time.
"If you're pretending to be an old man, your voice won't sound the same, so let's change to a younger face." Du Dian kneaded in front of the mirror.
Time flies by.
It was six o'clock in the evening.
Truen took nine friends and waited by the carriage outside the manor. From time to time, he took out his pocket watch to check the time. His heart was full of tension and excitement, and his heart was beating violently all afternoon. It felt like a dream when the elders went on a mission together, and this time the mission was not difficult, so he could fully express himself.
He understands that it is better to rely well than to do well. If he can rely on the big tree of elders, he will be promoted again if he gets a little boost in the future.
When he told his friends the news, his friends rushed to give gifts to please him, just to get a place in the team, which also made him a little vain, but in order not to affect his performance, He didn't choose those friends who were three-star alchemists like himself, but chose some friends who he had met in the early days and were still wandering at the bottom.
While he was waiting nervously, two figures appeared from the manor. Truen looked up, his eyes lit up, and he recognized one of them as the famous Hawkeye, the elder's personal secretary. Even a five-star alchemist saw him , will be polite and dare not neglect.
Thinking of this, Truen's heart beat violently, and his eyes fell on the young man next to Hawkeye. This is a handsome young man in his early twenties, with black hair, warm and dark eyes, slender figure, and unique temperament.
"Elder!" Truen stepped forward and saluted respectfully in a low voice.
Du Dian frowned slightly.
When Hawkeye saw it, he immediately scolded Truen softly, saying: "What are you talking about, this is outside."
Truen was startled, his face was slightly pale, he hurriedly put away the etiquette, looked around guiltily, and said to Du Dian: "Yes, I'm sorry, I can't help but..."
Du Dian didn't bother to pursue it, and said: "Is everyone here, ready to go."
"It's all set, it's all set." Truen said tremblingly.
Du Dian nodded, and first came to a carriage and sat down.
Hawkeye looked at Du Dian worriedly, "Don't you really need me to accompany you?"
"No, you go back." Du Dian closed the door.
Truen returned to the carriage, gave his friends a wink, and all quickly got into the carriage. Truen whispered to Du Dian in the carriage: "Shall we set off now?"
"Um."
Truen immediately drove the carriage and left the manor.
After the carriage entered the city, it deliberately detoured a few streets before driving into Frankland Street.
Soon, the carriage stopped at the gate of No. 12 on Frankland Street. Truen jumped out of the carriage and came to Du Di'an's carriage tremblingly: "It's the place, do you want to do it now?" The tone was full of respect. He made a mistake when they met, his heart was full of apprehension, and his words became more respectful and humble.
Du Dian pushed open the car door, looked up at the tall building in front of him, and could see two figures in the tall building, one was busy with work, seemed to be a servant, and the other was sitting in a sitting posture, which should be Maliti.
"Clean up the scene first, and don't let the Holy See find traces." Du Dian confessed: "Wait until I come out before doing it. In addition, no one is allowed to come in without my permission."
"Yes." Truen said with a respectful smile.
Du Dian didn't look at his smile, and after he finished speaking, he strode towards the door of Maritai's house and knocked gently on the door.
Soon, the door opened, and an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman dressed as a servant looked at Du Dian suspiciously, "Who are you?"
"I'm looking for Mr. Maliti." Du Dian said with a smile.
"Then come in first. Mr. Marley is in the study on the second floor. I'll call you." The middle-aged woman looked at Du Dian's handsome face twice, opened the door, took out clean slippers and handed them to Du Dian.
Du Dian put on his slippers and came to the living room. He was surprised to find that the living room was surrounded by bookcases filled with books.
"Mr. Marley will be down in five minutes." The middle-aged woman went downstairs and poured tea to Du Dian while saying.
Du Dian thanked him, took the tea and waited quietly.
The middle-aged woman wiped around with a rag, cleaned up, and looked at Du Dian from time to time.
Du Dian suddenly felt that he shouldn't knead his appearance so handsomely, it was too eye-catching.
Five minutes passed quickly, and there were footsteps upstairs. An old man with mixed black and white hair and a slightly hunched back went downstairs. He glanced at Du Dian on the sofa in the living room from the armrest. He came over, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said, "Who are you?"
Du Dian smiled slightly and said: "Mr. Marley, it's the first time we meet. I am the elder of the ninth district of the Dark Holy See."
The polite smile on Ma Litai's face suddenly froze, and he was a little dazed.
He was stunned for two reasons. The first was that he had never heard of a person from the Dark Vatican hiding in Tibet, who would introduce his identity to others in such a formal manner, as if he was not from the Dark Vatican, but from a knight. palace.
The second is that I didn't expect that people from the Dark Vatican would sit in front of me like this, and they were even elder-level bosses.
"Dark Holy See?!" At this moment, a startled voice sounded from the side. It was the middle-aged woman who was cleaning. She was stunned and stared at the handsome young man on the sofa with unbelievable eyes.
But soon, a huge fear surged out, she reacted, and just about to open her mouth to shout loudly, she suddenly felt a pain in her neck, her vision suddenly went black, she fell down, blood splashed out from her neck, along the way It spread rapidly on the ground.
Du Dian raised his arm and seemed to be pinching something between his fingers, but the thing was gone.
What was missing was the white saucer under the tea cup that the middle-aged woman handed him.
The plate has been stained red.
Du Dian didn't look sideways, and still looked at Ma Litai with a smile. There seemed to be a force in the depths of his gentle eyes, pressing on Ma Litai's mouth, making him open his mouth slightly, but he couldn't make a sound.
"You, you!" Ma Litai's body shook slightly, his face was pale, he turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged woman who fell on the ground, his eyes turned back as if he was shocked, and then looked at Du Dian angrily, clenched tightly Clenching his fists, seeming to be restraining, but also fearful, he gritted his teeth and said, "What the hell are you going to do?!"
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