At eight or nine o'clock in the morning when the sky was slightly bright, the West District of Backlund, shrouded in severe haze, seemed to be still sleeping on the eve of dawn, even with the warm yellow light of the street lamps, it seemed dim and sleepy.

However, the sounds of pedestrians and cars and horses had already appeared on the street, welcoming a new day of life. The buildings beside the road were also brightly lit, showing a bright and decent style.

The most famous and high-end department store in Backlund, Philippe Department Store, is like this, the Carpensa Hotel with luxurious decoration as its main selling point is like this, and the Embassy of Intis is like this.

But inside the brightly lit embassy, ​​the lively and open bustling atmosphere of dance parties and social dinners in the past was nowhere to be seen. It was as deserted as waking up after a hangover or the depression after the theater ended.

In an elegant office, a rather good-looking middle-aged man with a thin face and stubble is sitting in an armchair behind his desk, frowning slightly and tapping a written report on the table with his index finger.

The mood is obviously bad.

If Klein, who had seen the corresponding figure when he was channeling Meursault, would have recognized this familiar face at a glance, it belonged to the ambassador of Intis, Beclan-Jean Martin.

"Rosago, your work efficiency and enthusiasm for calculating the damage in just two or three hours is indeed worthy of praise, but you should know that the news we need most now is not these...these fire scene investigation reports, but

That manuscript, that Ian Wright who took it away."

Ambassador Backlund let out a slight breath, with some not-so-obvious reproach in his tone.

As a senior "conspirator" and professional intelligence officer, Backlund was single-handedly promoted to his current position by the former royal family of Intis and the Sauron family who controlled the intelligence department. He knows very well what attitude to have when facing what kind of people.

He knew that the spies he led were all the elites among the elites, but the Extraordinaries from the Secret Order, whose strength reached Sequence 5, were still a good card that was hard to replace.

He was deeply impressed by the other party's strange and strange abilities and his many achievements in divination, so if necessary, Backlund still hoped to maintain a good cooperative relationship with this subordinate.

"I thought that if there were just these things that needed to be reported, you would see them in the form of telegrams in the regular contact after ten o'clock. But since I appear here, it means that some things must only be done by me personally.

It is impossible to communicate, and even written records cannot be kept, so keep backups.”

The person who replied had a handsome face, black hair, blue eyes and a faint trace of beard on his face, showing the charm of a mature man.

Rosago pointed at himself, and when he saw Backlund changing his sitting position slightly, he knew that the ambassador, who was good at this, had re-evaluated the seriousness of the fire in the East District and was willing to spend more time considering the variables it brought.

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"I must say that the relationship with the Zmang Party has not been exposed... This is the only good news for us." Rosago slowly stated the facts that have been found out so far, seeing the expression on the ambassador's face.

Then it got worse little by little, "In conclusion, those who are jointly responsible for the black market seem to have confirmed that the arsonist was Meursault, the 'executor' of the Zmangue Party, because he happened to be the last person before the fire last night.

A man was witnessed entering the black market, and less than ten minutes after he entered the abandoned factory where the transaction was held last night, thick smoke and fire appeared inside the factory.

You should have read everything about what happened next in the report... Those who wanted to put out the fire could not break through the fire outside the factory, as if an invisible wall blocked all entrances and exits; and the people inside

, there was not even the slightest sound from the beginning to the end. It seemed that no one tried to save themselves, and no one screamed before death because they could not bear to be burned alive or suffocated by the thick smoke. Everything happened in a strange and silent manner.

In the dead silence..."

Backlund shifted his gaze back to the handwritten report on the table, his voice calm:

"Meursault was seen entering the abandoned factory where the black market was held... If I remember correctly, after Meursault's accident, you should have sent your men to monitor his situation."

Rosago raised his lips without emotion:

"Yes, I asked the men of the Secret Order to follow him. Meursault, who had lost his soul and was controlled by who knows who, entered the black market last night."

"...You mean?" Backlund suddenly raised his head, his pupils shrinking inconspicuously.

"It's what you're thinking now - I lost an excellent subordinate, and the Secret Order lost a Sequence 7 Beyonder member, just because of a sudden, farce-like black market fire." Rosago said with a face.

The fake smile disappeared completely, and his tone was calm and cold, "He must not have had a premonition that there was a fatal danger lurking there, and even divination couldn't show any omens or symbols... just like I did with that Meursault."

Divination is the same as when trying to channel spirits. Of course, the Sequence 5 who was sitting in the black market last night probably also failed to foresee the fire, because it was said that someone recognized him from the pile of charred corpses.

A charred corpse lying in harmony with others, unable to be proud anymore."

"The real arsonist and the one who controlled Meursault...are the same person? And the report mentioned that all the characteristics of the dead Extraordinary people disappeared, and there was no trace of any magical item left at the scene after the fire.

Maybe that person's purpose is..." Backlund thought quickly and almost instinctively guessed a conclusion that was possible, but also caused a strange contrast due to its excessive combination of simplicity and violence, "It is to... rob someone.

pieces, or some special props?”

"If he was just robbing the props, there was no need for him to kill everyone present last night. There were dozens of lives, not counting the ordinary people who helped him, and the dozen or twenty people who were truly extraordinary.

They all died there!"

Ambassador Intis' exclusive office fell into brief silence.

Rosago suppressed his emotions and unconsciously raised his voice, and felt a sense of fear for the first time in a long time - an emotion he had rarely experienced since his smooth promotion to his current strength.

He is not afraid of unknown enemies, nor is he afraid of mysterious abilities and methods, but he is frightened that his always reliable and practical divination methods have lost their effect. Not only can he not be able to predict the enemy's future movements in advance, but he can even predict the crisis.

The predictions completely failed!

If the person who followed "Meursault" into the black market last night was himself, could it be that the person lying with the pile of charred corpses this morning was...

No, no, there is no need to consider this if, this assumption.

Maybe the dead subordinate was not at a high level, maybe as long as he had Sequence 5 level divination and premonition abilities, he could avoid danger...

Rosago's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes looked a little uncertain.

In the end, it was Beckron who spoke first, looking for a new topic with a slight expression on his face:

"Disconnect the relationship with the Zmange Party as soon as possible and let others continue to follow up on the follow-up investigation of the fire. We will discuss this matter when more details come out. Moreover, the black market in the East District was burned down, and we are not the only ones to be hit.

Of course, they are not the ones who were most severely affected. Those local snakes... Hehe, the MI9 of the Kingdom of Loen must have lost a lot of hidden nails inserted into the underground world, and they are probably going to have a headache for a while."

"As far as I know, the gangs that are suspected of having secret organizational backgrounds have each carried out certain actions. What is certain is that the Aurora Society seems to have suffered heavy losses due to the fire, and the Eternal Life Society behind the Black Skull Party has also made major moves.

Actions, the rest is hard to say... Unfortunately, the organizers of the black market will definitely not be stupid enough to reveal which force the dead Sequence 5 Extraordinary belonged to."

Rosago nodded and summarized the other impacts caused by the black market fire, but at the end he unconsciously circled back to an unavoidable issue.
Chapter completed!