The holiday is over.

Yi Lin looked back at the spiral staircase that had been staying there for more than a month, and felt a little reluctant.

Half an hour later.

Yilin, Mirien, came back to the monarch Bathmelo.

Bassermelo was sitting in a wheelchair.

Seberas stood beside him.

What surprised Yi Lin was that Gu Tianqing had already been waiting in the VIP room, which was a bit different from Lao Gu's usual personality.

Not long ago, Mirien had a sword to cut a long table in half and replaced it with a new one.

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

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

"Red-haired city?"

When Mirien knew that Yilin had failed in foreign geography, she explained: "Munich, a city in the southern part of the German Republic, had a peak of seven million people during its prosperous period. It was once the third largest city in the German Republic."

It turned out to be the Munich market.

Yi Lin naturally heard of it.

But……

"Why did you change the strange name of 'Red Hair City'?" Yi Lin asked.

"The dear descendant of the Knight King, Artoria X, will know this better than us." The young man smiled.

Mirien nodded with a serious expression and did not hide it, and continued, "That's because of a guild, the Redheads."

guild?

Yi Lin's heart moved when she heard this and quickly opened the World Guild Rankings.

Redheads, seventh in the world rankings.

The seventh guild in the world!

"That is, Munich is now the territory of the Redheads."

Yi Lin understood and his eyes were slightly condensed.

Once this matter involves the guild of the War Tower District Server, it will not be so simple.

Yi Lin came to the next door area not to compete for hegemony.

Fighting for hegemony or something is too boring.

Yi Lin was not interested either.

Someone else's guild stays there, what are you going to beat him?

What's more, the next door suit.

"Things are not that bad." Bassermero coughed twice, smiled, and placed a brand new photo on the desktop to show it in front of Yilin and Mirien.

On the front of the photo, there is a woman wearing a brown cloak. She walked through the market crowd and the hood used to cover her face accidentally fell down. The freeze-framed picture on the photo happened to be the scene when she looked back with panic on her face.

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

The European continent is full of bloodlines, and strange hairstyles and hair colors can be seen everywhere. But when Yi Lin saw the photo, her attention was still on the other person's hair color. It was long white hair like snow, but the face had the characteristics of an oriental and Westerner, making her look like a mixed-race child who perfectly inherited the advantages of both sides.

To be honest, Yi Lin likes the setting of a white-haired woman very much.

"He's a beauty."

Gu Tianqing added aside.

Yi Lin snatched the dead skin on his forehead. Although he knew it was not good to judge people by their appearance, the white-haired woman in the photo gave Yi Lin the first impression that she was not like a bad person who could sneak into the clock tower and steal things.

This thought just flashed through Yilin's mind. Yilin raised her head again, looked at Bathmelo Dylan, and asked, "Are you sure she stole your big baby?"

Seberas stood beside Bathmelo Dylan, his eyelids drooping, his voice was not happy or sad, and he interjected, reminding him: "It's 'we', Mr. Yilin. Don't forget, now you are also a 'black magician' in the clock tower."

"No further ado," said Bassermero Dylan. "The target details, they will tell you on the way, ask the Black Magician Mr. Irin to set off for Munich as soon as possible."

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

In theory,

Yi Lin is just a magician at the "color level". As Bathmelo Dylan, one of the twelve monarchs, you don't need to be so polite in your words. But in addition to this level of identity, Yi Lin has another identity, the president of the world's No. guild.

Even though the twelve monarchs in the clock tower are not people in the circle, they seem to have a lot of understanding of the apostles circle. It seems that they also understand what Yi Lin's identity as the president of the world's No. guild, and what it means.

"they?"

Yi Lin put away the photo of the white-haired woman, and he soon noticed that Bassermero used a very interesting word in his words.

"Yes, they."

Bathurmero Dylan said, clapping his hands, a short woman in a straight suit walked out from behind the door.

The woman who walked out from behind the door was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and her facial features were still childish. She had long soft brown hair, which was tied up behind her head, reaching her waist. Her ordinary chest was flat and had no ups and downs.

I don’t know if I used lace-up equipment or myself, but if it weren’t for the long hair and facial features, it would be easy for people to misunderstand that she was a young brother.

Behind the woman, she was carrying a black leather case of more than one meter long, which looked quite heavy, and I don’t know what it was inside.

"Griffin, Seberas, they will walk with you along the way."

Bassermero explained softly.

...

Twenty minutes later.

Mirien, Yilin, Seberas, Griffin, Gu Tianqing and his group of five left the clock tower and headed straight south.

After they left.

Bathurmero Dylan took out a magic crystal ball.

In the crystal ball, there was a picture of a group of five people riding their own means of transportation along the national highway and away from the clock tower.

After a while.

The five people gradually drifted away and disappeared into the picture.

“Meow~”

It was at this moment.

In the quiet VIP room, chilling cats sounded for no reason.

"Dadadada—"

A graceful woman, with a black cat sitting on her shoulder, appeared here at some point in high heels.

"Son of the Monarch Elmero IV,"

Bassermero snapped his fingers, and the magic crystal ball suddenly went out. He pushed the wheelchair expressionlessly, rotated one hundred and eighty degrees in place, turned around and stared at the uninvited Elmero IV, his eyes narrowed slightly, and looked at the black cat on the woman's shoulder: "You should let your alchemy puppet learn to knock on the door."

“Meow~”

The black cat's cold vertical pupils look bright under the dim light.

"Do you think it's him?"

At this time, the expressionless woman asked in a tone without any emotion.

Although the person talking is a woman.

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

In the clock tower, only a very small number of people know that the so-called "monarch Elmero IV" is actually the black cat. A beautiful woman is just a magic alchemy doll that looks no different from a real person under the control of themonarch Elmero IV.

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

Bathurmero Dylan looked at the black cat's innocent movement and closed his eyes: "The guest from the East has something I can't see through."

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

Bathurmero Dylan said: "I know."

"In the clock tower, so many magicians have tried it for ten years, but they cannot adapt to the 'level'. Why do you think that an oriental man who has only been in contact with magic for a month can surpass so many magicians who have inherited the blood of the family and have complete knowledge?"

The woman under the black cat asked again.

Bathurmero Dylan, silent for a long time.

“Meow~”

The black cat called out again.

It seems to be urging.

Then Bassermero spoke slowly: "Please wait and see, Monarch Elmero IV."

"Meow."
To be continued...