Infinite Throne

   Chapter 712 Cecia von Einzbern (4400 words)

The holiday is over.

  Irin turned back and glanced at the spiral staircase that had been there for over a month, a little reluctant to part with it.

   After half an hour.

  Irin and Miriam, came back to the monarch Bathmelo.

  Bathmelo in a wheelchair.

  Cerberus stood beside him.

   To Yi Rin's surprise, Gu Tianqing had already been obediently waiting in the VIP room, which was a little different from Lao Gu's usual behavior.

   Not long ago, the long table that Milian cut in half with a sword was replaced with a new one.

  The shadows of everyone swayed slightly against the light of the chandelier.

   "I received news that the person who stole the treasure appeared in the Red Hair City."

   "Redhead City?"

  Million knew that Yilin failed in foreign geography, and explained on the side: "A city in the southern part of the German Republic, Munich. During the prosperous period, its population peaked at seven million. It was the third largest city in the German Republic."

  It turned out to be the city of Munich.

  Irin naturally heard of it.

But…

   "Why did you change it to a strange name like 'Redhead City'?" Irin asked.

   "This, the respected descendant of the knight king, Arturia X, will know better than us." The boy smiled slightly.

  Million nodded with a serious expression, without concealing it, and continued, "That's because of a guild, the Redhead Society."

   Guild?

   Yi Rin's heart moved when he heard the words, and he quickly opened the world guild rankings.

  Redhead Club, seventh in the world rankings.

   The seventh guild in the world!

   "In other words, Munich is now the territory of the Redheads."

  Irin understood, her eyes narrowed.

   This matter is not so simple once it involves the guild of the Tower of War zone server.

  Irin's purpose in coming to the adjacent area was not to fight for hegemony.

  Battle for hegemony, it's so boring.

  Irin wasn't interested either.

   Someone else's guild is staying there well, so what are you going to do to beat him?

   Not to mention the clothes next door.

   "It's not that bad." Bathermelo coughed twice, smiled, and put a brand new photo on the table to show it in front of Irene and Miriam.

   The front of the photo is a woman in a brown cloak. She was walking through the market crowd. The hood of the cloak used to cover her face accidentally fell. And the picture frozen in the photo happened to be the scene when she looked back with a panicked face.

   It is precisely because she accidentally dropped her hat and looked back that she left such a high-definition uncensored photo.

   Continental European blood is mixed, and strange hairstyles and hair colors can be seen everywhere. But the first time Yi Rin saw the photo, his attention was still on the other party's hair color. It was long hair as white as snow, and that face had the characteristics of an easterner and a westerner, making her look like a half-breed who perfectly inherited the advantages of both sides.

  To be honest, Irin really likes the setting of the white-haired woman.

   "It's a beauty."

   Gu Tianqing added on the side.

  Irin plucked the dead skin on her forehead. Although he also knew that it was not good to judge people by their appearance, the first impression of the white-haired girl in the photo was not like a bad guy who could sneak into the clock tower to steal things.

   This thought just flashed in Yi Rin's mind, Yi Rin raised her head again, looked at Bathemello Dylan, and asked, "Are you sure she stole your treasure?"

Cerberus stood beside Bathermelo Dylan, his eyelids drooping, his voice was neither happy nor sad, he interjected, reminding: "It's 'us', Mr. Irene. Don't forget, now you are too A 'Dark Magician' of the Clock Tower."

   "It's not too late." Bathermelo Dylan said: "The details of the target, they will tell you on the way, please ask Mr. Irin, the black magician, to leave for Munich City as soon as possible."

After   Bathemello Dylan finished speaking, he looked extremely tired, stretched out his pale hand to cover his mouth, and yawned lazily.

  It stands to reason,

  Irin is just a magician of the "color level" rank. As one of the twelve monarchs, Bathemello Dylan, there is no need to be so polite in his words. But in addition to this identity, Yi Rin's other identity is the president of the world's number one guild.

   Even if the twelve monarchs in the clock tower are not insiders, they seem to know a lot about the circle of apostles. It seems that they also understand what Yilin's status as the world's number one guild president means.

   "They?"

  Irin put away the photo of the white-haired girl, and he quickly noticed that Bathemello used a very interesting word in his words.

   "Yes, they."

  Bathmelo Dylan said, clapping his hands, and a short woman in a neat suit walked out from behind the door.

  The woman who walked out from behind the door was estimated to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and her facial features were still childish. She has long smooth brown hair, which is tied at the back of her head, reaching to her waist. The unremarkable chest is flat, without ups and downs.

   I don't know if she used equipment such as girdle, or if it wasn't for her long hair and facial features, it would be easy for people to misunderstand that she was a little brother.

   Behind the woman, she was carrying a black leather case that was over one meter long. It looked quite heavy, and she didn't know what was inside.

   "Griffin, Cerberus, they will walk with you on this journey."

  Bathmelo explained softly.

  …

   Twenty minutes later.

  Million, Irin, Cerberus, Griffin, Gu Tianqing and a group of five left the Clock Tower and went straight to the south.

   after they left.

  Bathmelo Dylan, took out a magic crystal ball.

Inside the    crystal ball, there is a picture of a group of five people riding their own vehicles, along the national road, away from the clock tower.

  After a while.

   The five people drifted away and disappeared from the picture.

  “Meow~”

   right now.

  In the silent VIP room, a chilling cat meowing sounded for no reason.

"Da da da-"

  A graceful and luxurious woman with a black cat sitting on her shoulders appeared here at some unknown time, stepping on high heels.

   "Monarch El-Melloi IV,"

  Bathmelo snapped his fingers, and the magic crystal ball suddenly went out. He pushed the wheelchair expressionlessly, rotated one hundred and eighty degrees on the spot, turned to stare at the uninvited El-Melloi IV, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the black cat on the woman's shoulder: "You It's time for your alchemy puppet to learn to knock on doors."

  “Meow~”

   The black cat's icy vertical pupils look bright in the dim light.

   "Do you think it's him?"

   At this moment, the expressionless woman asked in an emotionless tone.

   Although it is a woman who speaks.

   But Bathemello Dylan's eyes were focused on the black cat from beginning to end.

  In the Clock Tower, only a very few people know that the so-called "Monarch El-Melloi IV" is actually the black cat. This beautiful woman is nothing but a magic alchemy puppet that looks like a real person under the control of the monarch El-Melloi IV.

   The black cat squatted on the woman's shoulder, stretched out its pink tongue, and gently licked the messy hair on its paws.

  Bathmelo Dylan watched the black cat pretend to be innocent, and closed his eyes: "That guest from the East has something on him that I can't see through."

  The woman spoke again: "'They' come from the tower, and the existence of 'them' is the mystery itself."

  Bathmelo Dylan said: "I know."

"In the clock tower, in the past ten years, so many magicians have tried, but they can't match the 'rank', why do you think that an Oriental who has only been in magic for a month can surpass so many families who have inherited A bloodline, a magician with complete knowledge?"

   The woman under the black cat seat, asked again.

  Bathermelo Dylan, silent for a long time.

  “Meow~”

   The black cat called out again.

   seems to be urging.

  Bathemero said slowly: "Please wait and see, Monarch El-Mello IV."

"Meow."

   The beautiful lady suddenly turned around and left a cold sentence.

   "I'll wait and see, Bartholomew G. Dylan. Remember, you're running out of time."

  …

  …

   Night fell silently in the wilderness.

   The sound of the engine roared in the night, and waves of sound traveled into the distance.

  In the undulating sound of the engine, the sound of horse hooves and jets was faintly mixed.

  Irin and his party of five have their own means of transportation.

   "Dark Night Mode."

  Irin felt a little ashamed.

   Nightmare It's too noisy.

  Irin could only activate a mode that had not been activated for a long time.

  In an instant, the world was quiet.

   On the left and the right of Irin, Griffin and Cerberus, who were riding a motorcycle with a special shape, turned to look at Irin at the same time.

   They were a little puzzled.

   The car that was spewing strange noises from the exhaust pipe one after another just now suddenly went silent.

   along the way,

  Because the exhaust sound of Yilin's car was too loud, they didn't have time to talk.

   Started in London, when it was dark, until now, they were close to the English Channel.

   "Have a night off here tonight."

  The new Griffin also has a personality problem. He belongs to the kind that doesn't talk much to others. When passing by a deserted village with no one, he stops and makes a decision on his own.

  Irin and Milian looked at each other.

   There seems to be some reason.

  Million nodded.

   The people who originally lived in the village have long since migrated to other places, leaving only empty houses.

  Irin put away the Nightmare, the Nightmare was a little unfulfilled, and before leaving, he took a few breaths in protest.

   Griffin and Cerberus are not apostles, so the transportation is not so convenient. They hid the two motorcycles near the houses, turned off the lights, and hid their tracks.

  The electrical circuit leading to the village has long been damaged, and the village house is dark. Irin picked up some wood around and lit a simple bonfire.

   "I'm going out to find some food."

  Irin said and left alone.

   Hearing Yilin taking the initiative to go out for food, Milian's eyes lit up, and she sat quietly beside the bonfire, like a good child.

  Irin turned around a few times, oh, this rare outbreak of luck, Irin easily caught a few lone hares in the wilderness.

   The three hares shivered in Yi Rin's hands and were extremely frightened.

   "Boom boom boom boom—"

   When Irin catches a hare.

   On the road in the distance, several armored vehicles with particularly noisy engines galloped past.

   On the armored vehicle, someone seemed to be holding a torch and screaming something.

  Irin squinted and watched for a while, the speeding armored vehicles were not heading towards the village where they had settled. After Yirin confirmed the matter, he carried three shivering little hares, hid in the darkness, and quietly returned to the uninhabited village.

When    returned to the room, Irin couldn't help laughing.

  Gu Tianqing sat in a corner of the room, wearing white gloves with a calm expression, and rubbing the tarot cards silently.

  Million sat in front of the bonfire, sitting on the ground in a standard kneeling posture, looking forward to it, her hair trembled, showing her inner anxiety.

   Griffin, still carrying the long dark leather bag, stood by, expressionless and motionless.

  The relationship between Cerberus and Griffin is somewhat intriguing. They are both subordinates of the monarch Barthemelo, but the distance between them is a full two meters away.

   It was just a glance, and Irin could see the situation in the house at a glance. He smiled and didn't point out the weirdness in it. He found a basin of water, and took out a whole set of cook utensils from the storage space, skillfully bleeding, dehairing, peeling, chopping, and washing.

  Five minutes later, strings of specially grilled rabbit meat sprinkled with Rin brand spices were placed on the bonfire.

  Millien's eyes have long been inseparable, staring straight at the sizzling rabbit meat grilled on the fork, wiping her lips from time to time.

   While waiting for dinner.

  Irin felt that the silence in the room was too embarrassing, so he could only take the opportunity to break the silence and asked:

   "The woman in the photo, is there any information I should know?"

  Cerberus raised his head, his eyes swept over Griffin, and finally fell on Irene, and replied: "She is Cecia von Einzbern."

   "Einzbern...?"

  Millien, who was sitting by the bonfire and focused on observing the entire roasting process, struggled to look away from the roasting, and a hint of doubt flashed in her blue eyes.

   She seemed to have heard the name somewhere.

Cerberas lowered his head, staring at the bonfire motionless, and continued: "She comes from an ancient magic family. Once, Cecia von Einzbern was also an excellent magician in the clock tower. division."

  Irin smiled: "It's not surprising, maybe only magicians know the value of that thing. If I'm not mistaken, she later became an apostle?"

  Cerberus was silent for a few seconds, but answered the question: "She has always—"

   Just as Cerberus was about to say something.

Griffin, who had been leaning against the wall with a leather bag on his back, closed his eyes and kept silent, suddenly stared and interrupted Cerberus with a cold voice: "She is a despicable thief, my dear Black Magician, you only need to know this. Her magic skills are far beyond your comprehension, so Lord Barthemelo will send me and Cerberus to assist you."

Ah?

  Irin's mouth curled into a weird smile.

   "The barbecue is fine, let's eat it."

  Irin handed the skewered meat to everyone.

   "You have a share too."

  Irin looked at Gu Tianqing who was shuffling cards in the corner.

   When eating silently.

  Irin silently wrote down the long and mouth-watering name "Cercia von Einzbern".

   "I'm welcome."

  Million was really welcome, grabbed a bunch of them with one hand, moved gracefully, and sat on the spot and ate. But the skewered rabbit meat disappeared very quickly, and fell into Milian's stomach in the blink of an eye. As expected of an extraordinary-level melee apostle, his movements are as fast as lightning, which is dizzying.

   A simple dinner is over.

   While packing.

  Irin suddenly remembered something, mentioning that when he was catching a hare, he saw a few armored vehicles racing recklessly on the road.

   "That's a road bandit."

Cerberus explained: "Similarly, they are your kind. They roam the wilderness, rob passing apostles, and force them to hand over 'props' and 'war points'. Our identities are a bit sensitive, and once we are caught by them found, there is a high probability of conflict."

Yi Rin thought for a while, then smiled and said, "I think it's not just the same kind of people who are concerned about them." Yi Rin pointed to the direction where the two motorcycles were hidden: "The things produced by your clock tower should also be in the range of their plunder. in?"

  Cerberas did not refute, but nodded: "Yes, road bandits, they are a group of desperadoes."

   "So sturdy?" Yi Rin sighed softly: "I'm starting to gradually understand why the population growth rate abroad is so well controlled."

   Ask for a monthly pass~

   (end of this chapter)