Trafford’s Trading Club

The college actually has a home for every teacher.

Lamias, a star mentor at the Faculty of Arts and Physics, is of course no exception - and this is a private house with relatively good conditions.

Just getting back in the house, Ramias rushed back to her bedroom... and she quickly found her teacher's card on the table.

“Sure. ”

Ramias shook his head, confirming that the owner didn't know his name through a teacher's card at first - but what if he did?

Not really.

She took a deep breath and then took a call and texted the director of the college, who was also the dark one, before turning on her laptop.

Communication is private, borrowing a satellite from the sky that is brightly owned by a country, but secretly serves the Black Order.

Unlike the Holy Church, for thousands of years before people, the Dark Church, as a belief that exists in the shadows, has always developed in silence - in a land that is only more than a hundred years old, but in which the power of the State is the highest in human society today.

It is precisely because it is more than a hundred years old that the Holy Church has not been able to do anything to influence State policy on that earth.

The dark red inverted cross appeared on the screen of the notebook, and shortly thereafter the entire screen left only the face of a pale, bloodless middle-aged woman.

“Lord Katrina! ”

In front of middle-aged women, Ramirez was very serious - even across the ocean, even across the screen.

“Ramias.” The woman on the screen... has a smile on Katrina's face, "I heard that your first operation to capture Stra failed, and has been... fortunately, after 11 hours of disappearance, you finally contacted me. ”

“I'm sorry I missed Stella's abilities in this operation.” Ramias said quickly: “There is no doubt that reversing the power of the sacred relics, Vasco of the Holy Church [steel fist] can only play less than 30% of its power in the field of decadence. However, Stra has not been affected in any way… This has never appeared in our intelligence system, and has never even been estimated. ”

“Now I know.” Katrina frowned: "Not influenced by the force field… Stella, it does seem that the original faith has been abandoned. ”

Ramias was amazed: "Abandoned faith? Without faith, how could he muster such great holy power! ”

“No, what I'm saying is that he abandoned the original faith, not that he abandoned it.” Sir Katrina shook her head, "a more complex source of power, a war of faith. You haven't really stepped into [Inhuman] yet, and I can't explain it to you right now. ”

Ramias is silent... but the fingers under the table are quietly pinched into fists - better than [inhuman].

“Whether to change the plan next.” Ramias suddenly asked.

"What do you think?" said Katrina. ”

“I intend to continue the task of captive Stra.” Ramias chopped the railroad.

Katrina shrugged, twirling: “I rarely see you so desperate... it looks like the newcomers are really putting a lot of pressure on you. ”

Said here, Katrina's face seemed a little dark, "Unfortunately, more and more guys in the old school have turned to the new school this time… Now, under the fanaticism of the new school, we are getting harder and harder to sustain. That visitor from different worlds is really...”

“Lord Katrina!” Ramias took a deep breath and shouted, “I may have found a way to get us to use [Alchemy] without the ability to use [Prade]! ”

“What!” Katrina on the other side instantly had difficulty keeping calm and was somewhat disoriented: “Do you know the seriousness of this matter? Ramias, I hope it's true! ”

“It's true, I saw it with my own eyes!” Ramias quickly said: “I met a mysterious magician here… he may be a free magician, or someone hidden by [the Magician's Association], who obviously does not exist on our watch list. His history was so mysterious, and I saw him use [Alchemy] in front of me completely once... I'm pretty sure he never signed an Alchemy Agreement with [Prade]! He inspired the power of [circle] in his own way! ”

“[PLADE] I can assure you that he has been out since he entered the cult, much less in contact with anyone outside. It's just...” Katrina suddenly stared, "Ramias, you leaked one of the cult's top secrets to outsiders! ”

“If I can get another way, I'll set aside the charge of leaking secrets!” Ramias has figured it all out, and all she needs at this point is to fix the internal support - the time that can support her in getting a new way.

Silence.

“I can do my best to help you around.” Sir Katrina nodded: “But I hope you're not too late… The neo-faction has become more and more hasty lately. What else do you need besides time? ”

Ramias thought, “I'm still trying to get new alchemy paths from each other… but the other's paths are too mysterious to seem impressed. ”

She didn't dare say that the owner of the estate knew everything about reversing the sacred relics… it was a disturbing intelligence that could make Lord Katrina on the other side of the ocean too.

“Magicians have always been a bunch of nervous guys, and it's really hard to impress them.” Katrina thinks, “Don't worry, whatever you need, I'll do my best to help you… if we can get a new way, then we don't have to go on talking about [Pryde] as a god. The neo-faction... the neo-faction is still too young. Don't dare use any method, Ramias, you must get this new way, but also find out exactly where this magician came from... Anyway, be careful! ”

“Understood." Ramias nodded.

Lord Katrina was the mainstay of the old school, and with her commitment, Ramirez was consciously relieved, as if she had stripped away the mist in front of her and found a new direction.

“You disappeared after yesterday's battle, and I have sent [Battle Sisters] to support you in view of Stra's abnormal fighting power.” Katrina said positively at this time: "The new alchemy path, now that there are eyebrows, can be slowly charted. But as a matter of urgency, the source of high quality holy power! To that end, we have been stuck for 100 years, ready for 100 years, and must not lose! ”

“Understood.”

With the notebook closed, Ramias sighed, resting completely on the back of her chair, and said to herself: “I'm afraid, for me, obtaining new alchemy is the real first priority, and this is my final card to preserve myself… In the current internal situation, even Sir Katrina may not be able to support it for too long. ”

Don't let me down... she thought of the young hacienda owner.

Look at the time. It's almost time to make an appointment.

……

……

Boss Lo has always been a punctual person, not only punctual, but even early.

At 5: 45, in the town square, Mr. Lo was holding a bag of bread and feeding the pigeons in the square.

He doesn't know when he's surrounded by a bunch of fat, fat pigeons... because of the swelling, pigeons seem to have a tough time walking.

At this point, the sound of the engine roaring.

A black motorcycle drove directly into the square… The rushing motorcycle was like a giant beast, frightening the pigeons and trying to escape.

It's just that they're so fat that even when they fly, they can only fly a few meters high, and then they land on the ground, and then they run awkwardly around.

On the black locomotive, Lamierce stretched out her leg and held the locomotive steady, then took off her helmet, her hair dropped like a waterfall, “You're excited, there's still time to feed the pigeons here. ”

Boss Luo just smiled and handed out the feed, “Would you like to try it too? ”

Ramias opened his mouth, but thought that he needed to have a good relationship with each other in order to get a new way of alchemy, he had to take it and sprinkle some breadcrumbs randomly on the ground.

A group of pigeons, fearless of death, came up again.

“It has been said that pigeons in such squares generally do not live long.” Lochu said with a smile.

Ramias thought, "No way, humans love it, it's a symbol of peace, they can't hurt themselves, they feed them... it's much safer than in the wild."

I'm not afraid of hurting most of it is just in the West. If it's in Huaxia, it's probably another sight... After all, Mr. Lo likes to eat red doves and stuff.

It's just a distraction.

Boss Luo pointed to the pigeons on the ground: “Look at them. They are generally much bigger than each other in the wild. Do you know why? ”

Ramias looked at each other all over the floor and frowned: “They knew that there were people here who would feed them, so they didn't have to go, they didn't have to go to find anything to eat, they could just stay around, over time, more and more people came to feed them, they had more and more food, they lacked exercise, they wouldn't fly again under comfortable conditions, even because of their weight making walking difficult... finally fat to death? ”

Boss Lo laughed, “If there are no rules, they will follow their appetite, eat all the time, let them grow, and eventually become like this. ”

And Ramias laughed, “I'll be the one who sets the rules. ”

The clock rang at 6: 00 p.m. on the square clock, and the pigeons were shocked again, ridiculously fleeing... Boss Lo said: “When it's time, shall we go? ”

“Get in the car!” Ramias stepped on the clutch and the motorcycle engine rang, and she threw a helmet at Boss Lo, "Sit behind me! ”

Thinking about sitting on the scene, Boss Lo looked at the helmet in his hand for a few seconds and suddenly said: “If the destination is the church, why don't we meet in the church at the beginning... I'll wait for you first, Miss Ramias. ”

Watching each other disappear in an incredible way in front of themselves, only the helmet on the ground was as pungent as an eye, and Lamia could not speak.

Not getting in the car?

……

……

Later in the day, Mr. Joker was wandering around the church, and the reserve of several saints appeared from time to time in various parts of the church, doing some groceries.

Obvious surveillance intent, both sides actually know.

“Who lives there?” Mr. Joker grabbed a female Saint's Reserve who had swept the floor in front of himself without stain and could not leave, he asked.

“A friend of Father Stra's, who said he was staying here temporarily.” The Reserve for the Female Holy Knight speaks of only one piece of information that she knows.

She felt that the British twelve knights grabbed the moment they grabbed their palms and their hearts began to beat faster… Oops, it was the feeling of love.

Unlike the male cadets in the Holy Knights of the Episcopal Church who had only muscles in their minds, the stylish Mr. Joker gave her an unusual sense of freshness.

“Mai Lada?” Dagonite, who knew the name of the man who lived in the grocery room, thought.

Definitely not ordinary people, otherwise Father Stra would probably not risk another attack on the Black Church, placing ordinary friends here.

But the window doors of the grocery room are closed, the curtains are even closed, only occasionally you can see the curtains shaking... the eyes inside are probably carefully hidden, measuring everything outside.

“I have heard that the Holy Church has reached an advanced age and that its body has even deteriorated recently… There are rumours that His Holiness Torres, the most vocal cardinal in red, will be the next Pope, right? ”

At long last, the female Holy Knight Reserve has not been overwhelmed by sudden love. She lowered her head and panicked to take the broom away.

Mr. Joker didn't seem to mind that the exotic love was over just at the beginning, and he smiled and walked to the grocery room door.

Hearing Superman, he could easily hear the footsteps in the room and suddenly stopped.

“It's a beautiful day, burning clouds. It's beautiful. ”

After an inexplicable exclamation, Mr. Joker slipped away... the grocery room curtains were pulled open with a tiny tiny tiny tiny twist and a pair of eyes measuring the evening summer outside.

The bright red clouds, like, are dripping blood.

……

Father Stra doesn't seem to mind having an extra twelve knights from the British Knights Institution at home, even though dinner is quite abundant.

But Mai Lada didn't show up at dinner.

On the table, Father Stra came all the way to welcome Mr. Joker, and even generously took out the happy water produced last September for everyone to drink.

The atmosphere was fine at first, and a few people chatted southeast and northwest until Mr. Joker suddenly said something out of date.

“Father Stra, don't you know you're not interested in coming to the knighthood as our special advisor?” Mr. Joker raised the Coke cup in his hand and said farewell: “Talents like you, we need you very much! The Holy Church has no money! ”

The old Saint almost never sprayed a bite of borscht.

I've never seen a robber rob so fresh and everlasting... the old Saint Knightston shot up the table and said, "Joker, you've lost your life here! ”

Mr. Joker looked so bitter, "Oops! Lord Vasco, you know my profession is a clown, in order to make humans happy, this is just a joke... come on, let me entertain you! ”

As he said, Mr. Joker's hands were closed, three more red spheres had come out, and he couldn't help but throw them.

“Okay, okay, okay! Haven't seen acrobatics in ages!” Father Stra even applauded directly.

Vasco, with the impulse to lift the table, intends to leave.

Unexpectedly, the darkness once again covered the perimeter of the church… the field of decadence, at which time it reappeared silently!