Griffith felt as if he was sleepwalking. After a while, he finally recovered from his confusion.
According to the photographer, there may be someone or a group who is inspecting Griffith. In the world presented by "Disqualification in the World", the earl, wizard and wealthy businessman are obviously the incarnations of the three main forces of Bayerland and have no seats.
But the civilian class that cannot be ignored also appears in the living room.
This seems to be a judgment on Griffith's political stance.
"First of all, what is certain is that this painter undoubtedly has powerful abilities, and may even be the hand of a god I am not familiar with. Such a person who wants to examine my position must have been prepared in advance.
I didn't meet him by chance tonight."
Griffiths walked towards Mr. Havel's mansion, talking to himself.
The first person to be suspected is Lavana. It was she who provided the whereabouts of Tina, and she herself was at least under surveillance and control by the Beyeland Investigation Bureau.
Bayerland's intelligence department is an independent agency independent of the military and police system. It is mainly responsible for the investigation of cross-regional cases and mysterious incidents, and intelligence operations. They are divided into two internal and external systems, namely the Investigation Bureau responsible for internal investigations and the external intelligence department.
Military intelligence department. The Bureau of Investigation and the Ministry of Military Intelligence are both responsible to the Senate and have independent budgets and personnel.
The intelligence agency's hand is stretched very far. According to the information disclosed by Sidious, the swordmaster Lancenis, who led the rebels to eliminate a large group of local nobles in Verona, came from MI5.
Since Griffith's schedule was affected by Lavana, who was controlled by the Bureau, it is a reasonable suspicion that the painter himself has connections with the Byerland Intelligence Unit.
In other words, Beyeland's intelligence department, or at least some of them, recognized Griffith's judgment.
What is my judgment... Griffith himself was confused.
He did not take a stand against the nobles, wizards, and industrial and commercial gentlemen, and did not participate in the fights between them. However, after the living room fell into chaos, Griffith intervened in a violent way, organized further disputes, and reorganized the seats for voting.
In other words, when the forces of Beyeland conflicted, Griffith had no clear tendency and took a positive attitude to re-establish order.
If the intelligence agency and the painter are satisfied with this attitude, doesn't it mean that they have determined that Beyeland is about to fall into chaos, and that soldiers like me will play an important role in it?
The night was still dark, and there was still a long time before sunrise. This time, Griffith did not get lost again, and arrived at Mr. Havre's mansion smoothly.
This place is very luxurious and magnificent, and is no less impressive than the mansions of the great nobles in Beyeland. However, as soon as Griffith saw this luxurious building, unbearable gloom came to his heart.
"Roland has already concluded that Beyeland is about to be in chaos, and so is the intelligence department. They have even begun to look for reliable allies. And I am only a low-level officer. I have neither enough intelligence nor a reliable army. In the coming chaos,
What should I do?"
With this uneasy thought, Griffith knocked on the door. However, no one answered and showed up, and the door remained closed.
It seems too quiet here...
Griffith, who had just been trapped by the domain, immediately became vigilant. He stepped aside and looked into the house through the window. It was dark inside and there was no one.
Am I in trouble again!? Griffith immediately broke the glass, jumped into the room, and asked loudly.
"I am Griffith de Ravenel, Captain of the Second Class Assault Squadron of the Praetorian Guards. Is anyone here? Answer me?"
Then he blew his whistle.
The shrill whistle pierced the silence of the night. This would summon the nearby city defense troops, military police and extraordinary squads.
At the same time, Griffith went deep into the mansion. He came to find Tina, and the atmosphere and situation here were obviously abnormal, and he could not sit idly by.
He groped carefully in the empty darkness. The moonlight filtered in from the window, and he could barely see his surroundings.
The silent mansion, the empty living room, the half-open study, the shadows of bare trees, and the long-extinguished candlesticks amplify the silence of the night.
Griffith carefully walked through the corridors, searching room after room.
Mr. Havel must be a weirdo. His luxurious private residence does not have the popular murals, tapestries and graceful statues. Instead, it is filled with windows like empty eyes, and sculptures like withered branches hang lifelessly on the roof and walls.
On the wall, one's heart felt cold, sinking towards the inextricable fear.
"hiss--"
Griffith turned around quickly. He seemed to hear something, and a strange sadness lingered in his heart, rolling and crawling like an hallucination.
He felt that he saw something crawling past the edge of the dark vision, but did not detect any signs of life. However, the indescribable sense of crisis haunted him again, reminding him to pay attention to the hazy phantom that surged in his heart while he was thinking.
"I think I saw something..."
Griffith had arrived at the corridor on the second floor of the mansion, vaguely aware of an elusive danger.
However, when he looked around the suspicious corner, he only saw a dark and gloomy place, with strange sculptures or shadows of dead branches reflected on the wall, or windows that looked like blank eyes.
If not for the fact that everyone who was supposed to be in this room had disappeared, Griffith would probably have thought that he had gone insane.
The military police should have arrived. They are on duty at every important intersection... Griffith thought, and then blew the whistle again.
Suddenly, amid the sharp whistle, he felt some kind of movement. Under the pale moonlight, Griffith clearly saw a long and ferocious tail flashing past, as if it were spliced together of bones.
There was something very cunningly hiding in the darkness. It only moved quietly when there was other movement nearby. Griffith looked around, and his sight was blocked by the scattered rooms and the quiet corridor.
He leaned over slightly, took off the grenade from his waist, and ignited them. The first one was thrown behind his back, the other two were thrown into the guest rooms on the left and right sides, and the fourth one was held in his hand and thrown towards the front of the corridor.
"Boom."
The oval-shaped grenade fell to the ground, rolled forward with a grunt, and the fuse hissed. In this familiar sound, there was clearly hidden but unignorable movement, which was surrounding it from the front, rear, left, and right.
"Expand the frost shield,
"Domination, tactical control.
"Super-level battlefield awareness, combat status activated."
Griffith activated his equipment. He heard bursts of unusual low roars. These were low roars coming from the abyss that did not belong to human or animal organs, and were mixed with strange dripping sounds like mucus.
.
The grenade is about to detonate. Griffith's fighting spirit is boiling like a gushing volcano.
"Minos, give me the ice spear!"
"boom!"
Amidst the successive explosions, Griffith caught the trace.
Amidst the dazzling firelight and smoke, the helmet and its own psychic detection outlined shadows in all directions.
They crawled in the corners of the beams, roofs and walls, almost blending into the outlines of sculptures and wardrobes, without breathing, heartbeat or psychic waves. When they appeared amidst explosions and loud noises, the dragon-shaped outlines slowed down.
Slowly stretching, the petal-like mouthparts densely covered with fine sharp teeth dripped with viscous liquid. The slender, sharp edges dug deeply into the wall and gathered from all directions.
Son of Domon! Is it Naira's conspiracy? Griffith was shocked by the number of monsters. After just a moment of hesitation, he was surrounded by monsters above his head, behind him, left and right, and in front of him.
They are covered with metallic black carapace, without muscles or meridians, and their long bony tails are curled and sharp. When they lurk in the darkness, they are as dead as stone sculptures. Once they move, they are like swarms of garbage.
Cockroaches are everywhere.
"boom!"
At this time, the grenade just thrown detonated. The fire and debris from the grenade explosion temporarily stopped the monster, while illuminating the dark space.
Griffith held an ice gun in his hand and threw it forward. The monster that was hit was pierced through the chest, and a ball of dark green body fluid exploded.
There were a lot of them, but they were much weaker than the one Erza faced! Griffith's second ice gun came one after another, and this blow swept through the wall, penetrating the two monsters, and they both rolled down.
The third ice gun did not attack directly, but attached several grenades and fired towards the roof.
Under the powerful projectile bombardment, ice guns were nailed to the beams above the corridor, and the lit grenades were hung and swinging on them.
Griffith bent his knees on the spot, exerted his strength, and sprinted forward. He rushed towards the Son of Domon directly in front of him, put one foot on its head, jumped high, passed through the air, and reached out to grab the edge of the hanging window on the roof.
.
"boom!"
The grenade exploded, the beams were blown off, and the entire roof collapsed. The sons of Domon who were swarming in were roaring and rushing towards Griffith's feet, and they were all smashed down by the falling bricks and stones.
The upper half of the Havel House collapsed with a loud noise, and half of it was cut off.
Griffith hung on to a broken wall for a while before falling down from the ruins. He pulled out Judgment, came to a son of Domon who was about to get out of the ruins, and shot its head to pieces. Then,
He holds the sword in his hand and harvests the monsters that want to break free along the way.
There are at least a dozen monsters lurking in Havel Mansion. They are not too strong, but they are still very dangerous to ordinary people and low-level extraordinary people. Especially with their imperceptible stealth abilities, they are undoubtedly dangerous hunters.
Griffith looked around. Reinforcements had not arrived yet. There was probably danger in this area. However, if there was such a big commotion, the nearby extraordinary people and regular troops should also notice. At the same time, he discovered
Several monsters that had narrowly escaped were crawling towards a sewer, trying to hide in it.
The owner, guests and attendants in the mansion have disappeared. They may have been kidnapped. If we chase them now, we may still be able to rescue them.
Griffith hesitated for a moment, then jumped down and followed the trail into the sewer.