——I'm a little late, I'm sorry, I woke up today dizzy and my nose was blocked, as if it was a fever and cold. Well, recover today, keep two shifts, and make up for the omission tomorrow.
A guy like me who has a turtle speed has two days of outbreaks and then the sequelae are not small, please comfort me with a monthly pass~
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In the VIP restaurant.
Graneuf asked the guard to light a thick black cigarette, took a deep breath, and then sighed rudely: "The chick with musical literacy is really good, much better than the previous few who wanted to throw themselves into my arms immediately after giving gifts."
"Boss Graneuf, I don't think Miss Grace likes you very much." His close guard whispered.
Graneuve laughed: "That's how you feel a sense of accomplishment, don't you think it's a great thing to conquer a reserved girl with your own charm."
The "Charismatic ......" was speechless when he approached the guards, but he knew very well that rudeness, uneducatedness, nouveau riche, and lust were just the protective colors of the Granive boss, otherwise why would he be one of the maintainers of the underground order in Sturk.
At this time, Grace walked in through the door that the waiter had pushed open.
Graneuf hurriedly pressed the cigarette roll into the ashtray, and then said with a slight doubt: "Grace, why are your eyes a little red and swollen, who bullied you?"
"No, it's just that during this time, I often stayed up late to practice in order to prepare for the concert, so I was a little dry and painful when I was blown by the cold wind just now." After temporarily surviving the most feared nightmare, Grace was able to face Graneuve's lies with ease, calmly, and without any flaws.
Graneve's swollen face showed a concerned look: "I'll ask my family doctor to prepare some medicine for you tonight to help you get rid of eye fatigue."
"Thank you, Mr. Granoff." Grace thanked her with a smile on her face, reached out and handed the tightly folded note to Graneuf, holding the wine glass in her left hand.
Although this reserved beauty did not dare to express her affection to her face, she wrote a note to herself: "Hey, learning music is romantic."
Grace took a sip of the red wine lightly, watched Granoff open the note, waited for the opportunity, and slowly put down the glass when he was about to see the content but had not yet fully unfolded, and said, "Mr. Granoff, this is what a gentleman I met in the bathroom asked me to bring you."
If Graneuf waited until he saw that the content of the note was not written by himself before explaining, then the act of passing the note vaguely just now would seem to have a close relationship with Mr. Evans, rather than the strange and mysterious person he was talking about, but if it was explained in advance, a rich man like Graneuf might not open it in person and would probably hand it over to the guards, which would go against Mr. Evans' explanation, so the timing needed to be grasped the most. And in similar things, Grace felt that women had natural instincts.
"You didn't write ......," Granneuf asked in surprise, while subconsciously folding the last layer in his hand and seeing a line of text on the note.
Suddenly his voice stopped abruptly, his face changed repeatedly, but he quickly returned to normal, and said with a smile: "Hehe, a guy who always remembers the past. He really went to great lengths to find you. By the way, Grace, what does he look like?"
As he spoke, he lit a match and burned the note in the ashtray, which didn't seem worth mentioning.
Something in the past? Grace thought in confusion, and then said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. Graneuf, I didn't know that my momentary kindness would cause you trouble. Well, he is a black-haired and black-eyed ......."
The description of the appearance itself in words is very vague, and only a few characteristics can be focused, and Grace did not think of really telling Mr. Evans' appearance, so when she finished describing it, Graneuf only knew that he was a young man with black hair and black eyes, elegant and handsome, and a guy who fit this description, in various high-class occasions, he could meet two or three people in ten minutes.
Graneuf waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay, it's a little thing, you don't need to pay attention to him. Grace, let's continue our romantic dinner."
"Romantic ......" Grace felt nauseous again, but she was now in an unprecedented mood and happy, and gave the note given by Mr. Evans to Graneuf to see that even if she completed the task, as long as Mr. Evans did not expose it by default, she could continue such a beautiful life in the future.
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In the dark corner outside the "Shark" restaurant, Lucian, who had already changed part of his appearance with a magic "disguise", quietly watched Graneuf send Grace home in a satin, golden-colored, and richly decorated pointed boat.
"Friend, come out, don't be sneaky." Lucian suddenly retracted his gaze and whispered into the empty alley.
A sneer sounded inexplicably, and a black figure stood out from the wall: "It seems that you are the one who sneaks and peeps."
This was a middle-aged man who did not hide his appearance, with a thin and gloomy face, flaxen hair draped over his shoulders, and brown eyes with a cold and ruthless smell, not any of Graneuve's guards.
He took a closer look at Lucian's handsome appearance with black hair and black eyes, then nodded and said, "Are you a magician?"
Lucian did not change his hair color or eye color when he used the "concealment technique", and ensured the main characteristics, making himself like a different person while trying to get as close to Grace's possible description as possible, making people think that he should be the mysterious person who handed over the note just now: "Of course, if I wasn't a magician, how could I ask Mr. Graneuve to arrange to go to Alinge in the Holm Kingdom?"
As he spoke, Lucian did not hide the fluctuations of supernatural power that were ready to take off, so that experienced people could understand that it was magic as soon as they felt it.
"Hehe, this gentleman, I think you got something wrong, Graniff is not the liaison of the Magic Council." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I don't know where you heard this information, but in fact, I am one of the liaisons of the Magic Council in Sturk, please call me 'Ferryman'."
Then, he added: "Because there are too many magicians like you who have received false information, we have also been tracking Graneuf for a long time and monitoring his surroundings to find and contact you. Look, didn't I find you?"
Lucian's face expression was slightly dull, as if he had been smiling faintly, and he didn't believe the explanation of this "ferryman" at all, and there was nothing too mysterious about the note he gave to Granuve, just a note from an ordinary magician seeking contact and leaving a meeting place, the only special thing is that he directly called Graneuf the liaison of the Magic Council on the note.
According to Graneuf's caution, Lucian estimated that he would not be able to wait for any response in such an untrustworthy and unguaranteed manner, because he would be worried that this was the temptation of the Night Watch, so he would definitely not send anyone to the meeting place. Otherwise, once someone goes there to meet, based on the fact that he has seen the note, Graneuf will be extremely suspicious. For the church, with this level of suspicion, it is possible to ignore Graneuve's identity, status, and the great nobility behind it.
But Lucian's purpose was only to alarm Graneuf and make him send people to secretly search for voyeurs around him.
In this way, he can "find" himself deliberately exposed and make sure that there is no night watchman watching nearby, and even if he is a member of the church, as long as the "Ferryman" is not caught and tortured, then Graneuve will not have a big suspicion, after all, if Lucian hadn't been sure that Felipe would never lie about this kind of thing when facing the "professor" who also arrived at the council headquarters, maybe he would really believe the "Ferryman's" explanation.
"How can I believe that you are the liaison of the Magic Council in Sturk?" Lucian asked in a slightly "excited, excited, and suspicious" tone.
"Ferryman" smiled and said: "If you don't believe it, then I'll leave, it's not me who loses anyway. Think about it, if I were the church's night watchman, I could do it now, why should I deceive you into going somewhere else as a magician? You must know that once you start, the night watch can be unscrupulous, but you are different, you have to be distracted and worry about the delay, and so many priests, bishops and night watchmen in Sturk will come one after another!"
From the magic fluctuations that Lucian deliberately revealed, he judged Lucian's approximate strength.
"Okay, I believe you." Lucian pretended to be helpless and replied.
The "Ferryman" shook his head: "It's useless for you to believe me, now the question is whether I should trust you? There are many rebellious magicians among the church night watchmen."
"Moreover, two months ago, Mr. Felipe and twenty-two magicians tried to sneak through the blockade and were accidentally discovered, but after that, he forcibly broke through with these magicians, causing the church executives to be furious. Not only did he list him in the 359th place in the purification sequence, but he also swept through Sturk's underworld. Due to the disguise of some of the Night Watch, and also due to the appearance of internal traitors, we have suffered heavy losses, and we have to be more cautious and careful in this regard."
"This guy Felipe has returned to the Magic Council and caused me so much trouble, uh, my ranking in the purification sequence has become 360th?" Lucian's thoughts floated and he asked, "Then how can I prove that I have nothing to do with the church?"
If Grace fails to keep the secret and let Graneuf know that she is Lucian Evans, Lucian will directly use Natasha's identity and the "Holm Crown" award ring to gain trust.
But now it seems that Grace has kept the secret well, so Lucian will naturally not take risks.
The "Ferryman" voice relaxed a little: "Either you can ask the magician of the council to prove it for you, such as the one who told you about the existence of the council and the person who contacted Sturk."
"After he told me, I didn't even know his identity and name because he had left for other things." Lucian can't be said to be a professor or Felipe.
The "Ferryman" was not surprised and continued: "Either do something that is enough to prove your identity."
"What?" Lucian thought to himself, is it a vote?
"Ferryman" laughed: "Last month, there was a traitor within us, forgetting that his knightly strength was stimulated by the potion given by the council, and not only took refuge in the church, but also leaked many important secrets, causing many of our companions to die. In addition, more than thirty apprentices who have passed the assessment and have excellent qualifications were buried in the Storm Strait because of him when they were about to go to the council to start a bright future."
"However, this traitor was awarded the Order of the Order of the Order by the city council and lived a good life. If you can kill him, it has nothing to do with the church."
(End of this chapter)