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"I am a mere referee director, how can I have that great power!"

In the office of the director of the Lorma City Judgment Director, Dark faced Isabella and Catherine with helplessness: "Hickstu is not my subordinate. Does he need to report to me if he wants to send someone?"

Katherine said, "But he is a good friend to you, right? Only when you know that you are the director of this place will you send someone to contact us?"

"Miss, you have to figure out one thing. His doing this is similar to venture capital, and there are huge benefits behind it. Because his radical faction is the weakest of all the Holy Sects. Although he has gained a foothold in the Beihai Alliance, he will probably have to compete with other major factions for ten or eight years. It would be too late to say anything at that time. Besides, it is hard to say whether the Beihai Alliance will kick him away for one kick. He wants to take a gamble. Whether or not he will take this step. Of course, it is wise for him to do this."

Catherine smiled and said, "Okay, OK, I didn't say you did something wrong, Lord Director. No matter what, it's always good to achieve peace one day earlier."

“It’s boring.”

“Huh?”

"I can guess the script below with my toes. Everything goes well. Then the Holy Envoy comes here in person. In an assassination, both sides tear their faces and then chop them up. Then the conspirator hides on the side, hehehe. Really, I have to work hard again..." Dark lazily lay on the desk, burying his head in his arms, "Catherine, inform Vanessa and Georgina, keep a close eye on the 'Eye of Light'; then tell the city hall and read all the corners of the city!"

"Abide by the order!"

After beating Catherine out, Dark continued to lie on the table: "Luck, come, hug."

Isabella was unhappy: "I didn't even stretch my hands, I didn't have sincerity."

Dark smiled, spread his arms, took the girl into his arms, and sat on his lap with her in his arms.

Isabella thought he wanted to be flirting with him at first, but who knew that Dark only pressed his forehead twice on her neck, then gently hugged her waist, pressed her side face against her back, and stopped moving.

"Dak, thank you for your hard work."

"I feel a little tired, and I can't say I'm working hard. I like this feeling a little. First, it feels great to be trusted and respected by others, and second, I'm beginning to feel satisfied."

"What's the meaning?"

"You know, when facing George before, he was always a little lacking in confidence. This guy is like a charlatan who divines fate. He is very accurate and alchemy is exquisite. I even thought that if humans were really created by God, then God would be in a good mood when he created him."

"What about now?" the girl smiled, "I'm mentally prepared, don't worry."

"What is blowing? It's true. Everyone has their own advantages in alchemy. I am not as good as him in theory, but he is not as good as me in application. If I have an understanding of the world, now I can say that I may not be worse than him."

Isabella shook her shoulders gently, and Dark sat up straight in a tacit understanding, allowing her to lean her back comfortably.

"Dak, you're becoming more confident."

Dark's eyes turned to the high blue sky outside the window: "I kind of realized George's mood at the beginning - I know what it is now and what it may be like in the future, and most people are just dumb ants. Don't worry, I'm not him, I'm me."

"I know. Dark?"

"Um?"

"It's almost over? Will it end?"

"Yes, I promise you, Lala, it's almost over. God is finally willing to listen to me, first the Reformation, then the Secularization policy, then the separation of politics and religion, and finally, let God live in the spiritual home of mankind and return the world to mankind."

Isabella stretched out her arms, gently wrapped herself around her lover's neck, and pecked her gently on his lips: "Come on. I will help you."

Dark patted her on the shoulder, Isabella stood up and asked, "What are you worried about now?"

"I am not as good as Urbino's next move. To play with conspiracies. Since we all foresee that he would undermine the reconciliation between radicals and traditionalists, we would certainly not just be assassinated. What is his advantage? Prayer? Preaching? Incitement? Or...Technology?"

"The technical possibility is relatively high. When Master Nicholas was under house arrest, he was in charge of related matters and took the opportunity to steal a lot of the technology from the Iron Yazhuang, I suspected that it included the cruel angel; when he was in Yagenk, he stole the hive technology of the mind from Georgina."

Dark became serious: "You are right. With these two techniques in hand, he is very likely to take risks. Use these techniques to turn the tables on the battlefield and then brag everything into God's will."

"But fortunately, I heard from George that the cruel angel technology in Master Nicholas's hands was not complete; the stolen soul hive technology is also a copy-weaked version."

"Whoever says the alchemy is accurate, we must take the initiative. Contact Petrarch, let the Black Holy Land take action, and pay close attention to the recent flow of advanced alchemy materials; inform Reus and ask the Roll Chamber of Commerce to assist in investigating the flow of funds involved in the riots in various places. The intersection of these two items must be related to his research institutions. As long as the location is determined, we will give him a surprise!"

"Good idea, he would have no way out at that time. What are we doing now?"

"I want to meet Archbishop Whitemier, and make every effort to reconcile between the radicals and the traditionals as soon as possible, and then invite Hickstu to visit in his personal name; now the combat effectiveness of the Lorma City Court of Referees has been formed, I will give it to you, and Hickstu and I will serve as bait. You must fight all the Urbino's forces in Vatigan and Lorma."

"Leave it to me - what are you doing? Oh, no, this is the office!"

Dake smiled: "The official arrangements are almost done, how about doing something private? No one can see it anyway."

Isabella was so embarrassed: "I hate it so much. I said the same thing in the alley last time, but the result is - don't, don't touch it randomly, hate it..."

Dark smiled: "Last time was last time, definitely not this time-"

Before he finished speaking, Fernandez pushed open the door and rushed in: "Director, urgent...uh..."

Isabella exclaimed, and shedded into the bottom of the table with shame.

The man's hands were in a dragon claw shape, and he looked at the old man, so embarrassed that he was so embarrassed.

The old man didn't know that he should put his hands there: "Uh, that... urgent... uh... situation!"

Dake coughed majesticly, hid his hands, and said with a righteous face: "Well, um, what's going on?"

"A monster is here, a real monster, a little special monster."

Dark suddenly came to his spirit: "The real monster? Where is it?"

“Takvin Mountains, Ostilus Forest.”

“It happens to be connected to the plantation in our city?”

"Yes. A farmer found it in the orchard, and then it ran away."

"Witness? So good, are you still alive?"

"I was lucky enough to live, and the monster was shocked and injured when it ran away."

"Shocked while escaping? What does it mean?"

"According to the farmer, the monster is more than three meters tall, with a human shape, and is very muscled all over the body. It looks like a moving rock puppet. There are deep footprints wherever it walks. The shock waves generated by stepping on the ground when it escapes knock him down."

"Sounds powerful, is there any other information?"

"The farmer fired him with a musket and hit him, but it didn't seem to cause any damage. The monster released the healing technique to himself, and then broke through the wall and ran away."

"The treatment? Interesting, notify the arrest team, prepare and dispatch!"
Chapter completed!