Du Dian raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't expect that he would find work for himself when he just took office and before his buttocks were warmed up, "Deploy ten believers to kill Malitai at 7:15 tonight.
A three-star alchemist must be sent among the believers.
No.
To arouse the enemy, do not let the target leave the hunting range.
"Target location, 12 Frankland Street" The content is brief and there is not a single superfluous sentence except for the task.
"The mission should be to kill Malitai, but it specified the number of people and the identity of the believers."
Dudian narrowed his eyes slightly, "I am going to deliver the meal.
I want to see for myself who is this Malitai that you are inconvenient to kill." figure."
He wrote 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 that of the old Pope, it was probably written by someone close to him.
"Eagle Eye."
When the ashes were extinguished, Dudian called outside.
Click, the door was pushed open, and Hawkeye walked in respectfully, saying, "What are your orders, sir?"
"Go and investigate who Malitai is, the one who lives on Frankland Street."
Dudian ordered.
Hawkeye promised.
Not long after, Hawkeye returned to the room and said respectfully: "Sir, we have found out.
The Malitai you are talking about is currently the history professor of Rui College.
He is fifty-eight years old and was born into a declining family of Knights of the Palace.
Grandpa was once a Silver Knight.
His family had twenty acres of land.
His father has passed away and his mother lives in his hometown town.
He temporarily lives at No. 12 Frankland Street."
Having said this, he paused, looked up at Dudian, and whispered: "He seems to have another identity, he is a follower of the Natural Cult."
Du Di'an didn't expect that he would investigate this person's information so clearly so quickly.
He couldn't help but be surprised by the intelligence network of the Dark Holy See.
He said: "The Natural Cult you are talking about is the Natural Cult that does not believe in God."
"That's right."
Hawkeye nodded respectfully, "Naturalists don't believe in the God of Light, nor our Great Holy God.
They always say materialistic and other blasphemous things.
Their activities were low-key a few years ago, but in the past two years they have become more and more...
We came more and more frequently, and our Ninth District also had several conflicts with the Natural Cult, but there were no serious conflicts. " "Why" "Elder Kribi said that the Holy See of Light wants to deal with them more than we do, and leaves such bones for the Holy See of Light to chew on."
Dudian nodded slightly.
In this way, Kribi was really not a person sent by the monastery, but he finally believed in the other side of the old Pope's identity and gave up the position to himself.
The monastery eliminated a person without any effort.
The real elder of the Dark Holy See supported another one of his own to come in.
There is no sharper knife than this.
"Are there any three-star level alchemists currently available?"
Dudian asked.
Hawkeye thought for a moment and said, "There are a few."
"Pick one out of them and ask him to lead nine people.
He will go with me to kill Malitai tonight.
We will set off at six o'clock in the evening."
Dudian ordered.
Hawkeye was surprised, "You have to kill him yourself."
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"Meet him and learn about Naturalism."
Dudian said casually.
Eagle Eye understood and didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he made a promise and left.
After Hawkeye left, Dudian sat on a chair and thought for a moment.
Suddenly he thought of something.
He took out the animal glue mask and applied it to his face.
After all, he couldn't always wear a mask in the future, in case someone imitated his appearance.
Conveying false orders at the head of the outfit will cause unpredictable consequences, and the protective effect of the animal glue mask is stronger than that of the mask.
It didn't work before because I was worried that it was poisoned.
Now that the Night King has sent me the Resurrection Fountain, I don't have to worry about this.
Moreover, I told Hawkeye before that he had put on an animal glue mask.
After so long, if it is poisonous, , he had no poisoning reaction, and his expression would probably be a little strange.
After all, apart from the monastery, he was the only one who could come into contact with the animal glue mask.
The thin animal glue mask stuck to his face, like a soft layer of skin, and seemed to penetrate into the pores.
When he looked in the mirror, he clearly saw that his appearance had turned into another face.
This animal glue mask The mask seems to disappear on the face.
Only by staring attentively can you see the slight difference in the pores of the face.
He rubbed his face and suddenly saw himself in the mirror changing his appearance, like plasticine that could be kneaded at will.
"It's amazing.
I didn't expect the monastery to be able to create such a thing."
Du Di'an exclaimed inwardly.
This thing can almost allow him to disguise himself as anyone.
In this era of weak detection methods, it is simply a crime.
Artifact However, just because this thing was in front of the trial court, it was a good thing that it did not alert the Punisher.
Once the Punisher intervenes, with the strange magic mark ability, it is still impossible to avoid tracking just by changing the face.
After all, the face can change , but the smell emitted from the pores is difficult to conceal unless you wear other fragrances all the time.
"If you're pretending to be an old man, your voice won't sound the same.
It's better to put on a younger face."
Dudian started to knead in the mirror.
Time flies by.
It was six o'clock in the evening.
Truun and nine of his friends were waiting by the carriage outside the manor.
From time to time, he took out his pocket watch to check the time.
His heart was filled with tension and excitement.
His heart was beating violently all afternoon.
He did not expect that he would be able to communicate with the members of the Dark Holy See.
Going on a mission with the elder felt like he was in a dream, and the mission this time was not too difficult, so he could fully express himself.
He understands that it is better to rely on others than to do well.
If he can rely on the big tree of elders, he may be promoted again if he gets a little bit of guidance in the future.
When he told his friends the news, they rushed to give gifts to please him, just to get a place in the team, which also made him feel a little bit vain, but in order not to affect his performance, He did not choose those friends who were three-star alchemists like himself, but instead chose some friends he had met in the early days and were still hanging around at the bottom.
While he was waiting nervously, two figures came out of the manor.
Trunn looked up and his eyes suddenly lit up.
He recognized one of them as the famous Eagle Eye, 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 hard, and his eyes fell on the young man next to Hawkeye.
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He was a handsome young man in his early twenties, with black hair, warm and dark eyes, a slender figure and a unique temperament.
"Elder" Truunlian stepped forward and bowed respectfully in a low voice.
Dudian frowned slightly.
When Eagle Eye saw it, he immediately scolded Truen softly and said, "You brainless thing, what are you talking about?
This is outside."
Truen was startled, his face turned slightly pale, he quickly put away his etiquette, looked around guiltily, and said to Dudian: "Yes, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."
Dudian was too lazy to pursue the matter and said, "Have everyone gathered?
Let's get ready to go."
"All together, all together."
Truen said tremblingly.
Dudian nodded and sat down on a carriage first.
Eagle Eye looked at Dudian worriedly, "You really don't need me to accompany you?"
"No, you can go back."
Dudian closed the door.
Truun returned to the carriage, gave his friends a wink, and they all quickly got on the carriage.
Truun whispered to Dudian in the carriage: "Shall we set off now?"
"Um."
Truon immediately drove the carriage and left the manor.
After the carriage entered the city, it deliberately detoured through several streets before entering Frankland Street.
Soon, the carriage stopped at the door of No. 12 on Frankland Street.
Truen jumped off the carriage and came to Dudian's carriage and said tremblingly: "We are here, do you want to do it now?"
The tone was full of respect.
They had just met before.
When he made a mistake, he was filled with anxiety and his words became more respectful and humble.
Dudian opened the car door and looked up at the tall building in front of him.
He could see two figures in the tall building.
One was busy with something and seemed to be a servant.
The other was sitting in a posture that should be Malitai.
"You guys clean up the scene first and don't let the Holy See of Light find any traces."
Dudian explained: "Wait until I come out before taking action.
In addition, no one is allowed to come in without my permission."
"Yes."
Truen said with a respectful smile.
Dudian didn't look at his smile.
After speaking, he strode to the door of Malitai's house and knocked on the door gently.
Soon, the door opened.
An ordinary-looking middle-aged woman in servant clothes looked at Dudian doubtfully, "You are" "I'm looking for Mr.
Malitai."
Dudian said with a smile.
"Then you come in first.
Mr.
Marley is in the study on the second floor.
I'll call you."
The middle-aged woman took a second look at Du Dian's handsome face, opened the door, took out the clean slippers and handed them to Du Dian.
Dudian put on his slippers and came to the living room.
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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 said while pouring tea to Dudian downstairs.
Dudian said thank you, took the tea and waited quietly.
The middle-aged woman wiped and cleaned the place with a rag, and glanced at Dudian from time to time.
Dudian suddenly felt that he shouldn't have made his appearance so beautiful, it was too eye-catching.
Five minutes passed quickly, and footsteps were heard upstairs.
An old man with black and white hair and a slightly hunched back came downstairs.
He glanced at Du Dian on the sofa in the living room at the armrest.
He was a little confused, but seeing that Du Dian was dressed in extraordinary clothes, he still left.
He came over, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said: "You are" Dudian smiled slightly and said: "Hello, Mr.
Marley, this is the first time we meet.
I am the elder of the ninth district of the Dark Church."
The polite smile on Malitai's face suddenly froze, a little dazed.
He was stunned for two reasons.
The first was that he had never heard of people from the Dark Vatican who were hiding in Tibet.
They would introduce his identity to others in such a formal way, as if he was not from the Dark Vatican, but from the Knights. palace.
The second thing is that he didn't expect that someone from the Dark Holy See would actually be sitting in front of him, and he was also an elder-level boss.
"Dark Holy See" At this time, a shocked voice sounded from the side.
It was the middle-aged woman who was cleaning the house.
Her face was full of astonishment, and she stared at the handsome young man on the sofa with her eyes unbelievable.
But soon, huge fear came out, and she reacted.
Just when she was about to open her mouth and call out loudly, she felt a pain in her neck, her vision suddenly went black, and she fell down.
Blood spurted out from her neck, flowing smoothly.
Spread quickly on the ground.
Dudian raised his arm and seemed to be holding something between his fingers, but the thing was gone.
Also missing was the white saucer under the tea cup that the middle-aged woman handed him.
The plate was stained red.
Dudian did not look away, still looking at Malitai in front of him with a smile.
There seemed to be a force deep in his gentle eyes, pressing on Malitai's mouth, making him open his mouth slightly, but unable to make a sound.
"You, you" Malitai's body swayed slightly, his face turned pale, and he turned to look at the middle-aged woman who fell on the ground.
His eyes turned back as if he were frightened, and he turned to look at Dudian angrily, holding on tightly.
The fist seemed to be restraining, but also seemed to be fearful.
He gritted his teeth and said: "What on earth are you going to do?"
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