Chapter 8

"Boom boom."

"Knight Commander, there is an abnormal situation report."

Joseph raised his head and looked at the blond young man standing straight at the door with a respectful expression.

"Come in, Claude."

As he spoke, he put down his pen, took off his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose: "Is something wrong with the mirror egg? These hunters..."

The old man's eyes were like lightning, he stood up and looked at the documents piled up on the desktop, and heaved a sigh of relief: "What a bunch of NUO gold moths!"

When he was sitting, he looked like an ordinary gentle old man.

But when he stood up, he was as strong as a hill, with a solid outline showing out of the shirt like a block of muscles, coupled with that resolute face and gray hair, there was an aura of calm and self-confidence.

Claude greeted the people outside, closed the door gently, walked in and said, "I'm sorry, teacher, this time is a new situation."

"New situation? Is there any situation that can cause more trouble than this group of mentally retarded and imbecile puppies who can only bark and bark?!"

Joseph clenched his fist angrily and tapped the table lightly, and the mechanical arm made a "click" metal friction sound.

With a "bang", the documents on the table trembled.

On the desktop, a crack appeared faintly.

"Shit, if it weren't for them, I should be enjoying my leisurely retirement now, a bunch of mother-in-law bastards! Damn it! Sooner or later, I will use their mother's tombstone to practice boxing!"

Claude twitched the corner of his mouth and had to say: "Teacher, pay attention to the image..."

Joseph snorted, "What are you afraid of?"

He glanced behind Claude nonchalantly.

"Didn't you close the door?"

Claude: "..."

Is that why you spit shit out of your mouth? !

"Okay." Claude scratched his head helplessly, first put the document in his hand on the desktop, and then said: "The spies responsible for tracking and monitoring the hunter's movements saw Wilde on 23rd Street..."

"Who?!"

Joseph's face suddenly became serious, and a sharp light burst out from his eyes.

"Wilde, Frank Wilde, 'The Faceless Man of Black Scales', a destruction-level black wizard certified by the Truth Society, disappeared after the Battle of the White Hills two years ago, and we are offering a bounty by name. The bounty has been increasing year by year. It was opposed by a large number of anonymous letters in the tower."

Claude had already anticipated the teacher's reaction, and fluently reported very standard information.

Joseph sneered and said, "He finally appeared. I thought this bug would stay shivering in the sewer forever."

Claude raised his forehead, and said in a low voice: "However, it is you who believe that he must be alive and will reappear, so the amount of the reward is constantly increasing..."

"Of course! No one knows him better than I do."

Joseph looked down at his metal prosthetic limb completely provided by the Truth Society. He closed his fingers and made a fist, making a tooth-piercing sound.

In the battle two years ago, he lost his right arm, but at the same time, he also exploded most of Wilde's body.

Many people thought Wilde was dead.

But he always had a premonition that this guy would definitely come back!

"I didn't expect him to be in Nuojin. Is it dark under the lights? Hmph, I really have grown up. I hope his walnut-like shrunken brain finally has something other than water."

Joseph pressed his hands on the table: "What is he doing on Twenty-third Street?"

Claude said: "According to the intelligence of the spies, he entered a very ordinary-looking bookstore and stayed for more than an hour, as if he was buying or borrowing books."

"A dark wizard who relies on language to gain power, buy books? A fantasy! There must be something wrong with this bookstore, have you checked the background?"

"I've already checked. It's a bookstore listed by the Ash Tree Chamber of Commerce. It has been in business for three years and has a good reputation. There are no customers. The business is bleak. The only unusual thing is that the owner of the bookstore seems to be a foreigner. We initially suspected that it might be a stronghold of black wizards. , but not sure."

"Not sure what?"

Claude is a little embarrassed: "The Ash Chamber of Commerce is the asset of the Druid priests... They are believers in nature and the forest, and they are unlikely to be in the company of black wizards. If we go rashly, it will damage the reputation of the Ash Tree Chamber of Commerce, Drew We may protest to the Mystic Tower."

Joseph slapped the table: "Damn it! This bunch of s...vegetarian troublemakers!"

"Um, Druids are not vegetarian..."

"Damn it! Hell, anyone can be an accomplice of the darkness, and the mission of our knights is to clear the darkness. Wilde has been in this bookstore for more than an hour. Can you imagine, is he chatting and reading in it? , drink tea?"

"Oh, my dear little apprentice Claude, a vicious dark wizard, a scheming avenger, reading in an ordinary bookstore?!"

"If you really think so, then I'm going to put on these pointed mithril boots and kick your ass hard!"

Claude was scolded bloody, but he didn't dare to speak back, he could only laugh and said: "But teacher, the Ash Chamber of Commerce also provides 40% of the funding for our intelligence department."

"..."

Joseph's face froze, and then he took two deep breaths, and walked out from behind the desk. He put on a bow tie, a coat, and a burly figure, and the image of a "thug in a suit" came out impressively: "Forget it, I'll go there myself. Go to 23rd Avenue! I want to see what kind of moth this bookstore is!"

"is teacher."

Claude bowed his head and opened the door.

Joseph strode out the door. People coming and going walked on the criss-crossed, branch-like interior roads of the Secret Ritual Tower, and when they met him, they would take the initiative to salute.

"Good afternoon, Knight Commander."

"Master Shining Knight."

"Hello, Chief."

"Have you eaten yet?"

Abraham Joseph.

One of the ten glorious great knights of the Secret Ritual Tower, of course, is the predecessor.

After the battle with Wilde at the White Hills.

The latter was seriously injured and escaped without a trace.

Joseph, on the other hand, entered a semi-retired state due to physical and mental injuries, and instead entered the intelligence department of the Secret Ritual Tower.

"call……"

Joseph pressed the button of the central elevator, and the elevator started to operate and moved down slowly.

The Secret Ritual Tower is a 300-meter-high tower surrounded by honeycomb-shaped office areas and internal roads extending in all directions, forming a huge and rigorous system.

Intelligence Section, Training Section, Combat Section, Logistics Section.

The knights who have inherited the power of elements from ancient times are still working hard to clean up the evil in the world.

The forty-nine large elevators in the center run vertically, carrying thousands of staff who come and go every day, like a cluster of burning torches.

"Lin Jie... let me see, who are you?"

Joseph looked at the slowly opening elevator door, stuffed the documents in his pocket into his pocket, and murmured.

He suddenly covered his eyes: "Damn it, this hallucination came again..."