"Is there anything wrong?"

According to Geno's character of not getting up early without gain, Kamil had reason to believe that Geno must have something to do when he came to her.

Because if this guy is fine, he will not call back and greet him at all. And it just so happens that Kamil is also such a pragmatic person.

"Yes, a very important thing, it's about your safety. Someone is eyeing you." Geno's very serious voice from the other end of the communicator turned Camille's eyes into a warning orange-red red, but in the blink of an eye it was restored as before.

"You say, I'll listen carefully." Kamil put down his knife and fork, put the communicator in his ear. With all his concentration, she could even hear the breathing of Jeno and even the sound of insects in the field clearly.

"In the Pi City, you should pay attention to a gunman from Ionia. I don't know if he arrived in Piltwolf, but after he arrived in Pi City, he will definitely find a way to cause a big incident to attract your attention."

"Who is he? What are his characteristics?" Kamil began to think about investigating the ships that had recently landed, stifling the danger before it was in its infancy.

A qualified gardener should remove the diseased branch cleanly before it sprouts, so as not to let it plunder even a little nutrient from other flowers.

"He is the killer who Takeda Saito hired to kill you, but I have solved his money owner. His name is Kadajin, who may call himself a golden demon, and it is not ruled out that the possibility of changing his name; as for his identity, he may disguise himself as a dramatic actor or artist, he wears a mask for most of his time, and is a cripple. But don't be confused by appearances. The most important thing is that a group of guns that can be disassembled and reorganized in his hands, cast from Ionian copper. The gun contains magic, and the bullets poured out can easily penetrate your shield. He regards murder as an art, and the pouring in his hands is his brush."

Recalling the clue that Singid told him before he was crazy, Geno finally knew why Jin went to Piltwov to plot against Kamil indiscriminately.

It turned out that all this was due to the revenge of the alchemy baron Takeda Saito. The Phiros family destroyed the foundation he had obtained for many years in Zuan, forcing him to go far away from his hometown to avoid the limelight.

So Takeda, who had almost lost everything, hated Camil, the real ruler in power in Phiros, and even borrowed the relationship of Ionia's ruling council to hire the most talented murderous maniac in history to avenge him.

"Sounds like a very talented person? If such a person cannot be hidden in the crowd, I will send someone to the dock for martial law and take him down the first time he lands."

Through Geno's description, Madam Grey Kamil has already had a certain understanding of Jen's image. If Jen is really as special as Geno said, then Camil can recognize him at a glance in the crowd.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Jeno's tone became more intense, and his voice became anxious:

"No! No! No!" Geno said three times, telling Camil not to move rashly.

"Don't be smart enough to alert the enemy! He is a real high-IQ criminal talent, with very clever disguise skills and acting skills. If he doesn't want to show up, you can't recognize him even if you walk by in front of him!"

"There is no real perfect crime in the world," Kamil just chuckled calmly: "If I remember correctly, this is what you said to Caitlyn."

"Listen to me!" Geno was so excited that he suddenly rose from the bed, but after thinking about it carefully, it was already an old story when he and Caitlyn talked about Sherlock Holmes. After thinking about it, it seemed that there was no need to pursue it.

"Forget it, in fact, this sentence is not wrong. Facing such a high-IQ criminal talent, the best time to capture him is when he committed a crime."

"How do you say it?" Kamil became interested: "How do you know where he will do it."

"By some chance, I can see some of the trajectors and the trajectors of fate will meet in a theater, and you surrounded the theater with a group of guards, and he appeared in front of you in a hall to play piano music, but that was a trap."

Kamil looked at the steak on the plate. The mysterious and mysterious fate trajectory that Geno mentioned turned into the muscle texture of the steak in her eyes. The veins they gathered were clearly visible, but in the end they were cut off by her with one stroke.

This made her chuckle: "Did you not wake up? It sounds like a sleep talk."

"Believe it or not, I've said so much, and I just want to remind you in the end." Jenno paused and said, "Be careful of the gun he hid behind."

"Okay, it seems that things are serious, I will pay attention." Kamil hung up the communication, his smile gradually calmed down. She sat upright in front of the dining table, lowering her head and thinking about something, and she still didn't know until the dinner on the plate fell cold.

...

The next day, Geno was wrapped in a broken blade on his back and said goodbye to the two elders, then walked towards the direction where the Qifeng Taoist place was.

Since I had been there once yesterday, Geno was familiar with the road, crossed a few hills and came to the gate of the Qifeng Temple.

There are many maple trees planted around the temple, because "maple" and "wind" are homophones, and the power symbol of the temple is this gust of wind.

The mountain gate was wide open, and Geno could see through the gate that many disciples were practicing swords in the temple.

They have been repeatedly drawing the slashing thrust towards the grass man, intending to break through themselves in speed. For a breakthrough that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, they often have to spend the whole day.

Outside the mountain gate, Geno saw a drunk man hiding behind the door post and looked inside in a daze, so he did not notice Geno's approach.

The messy black hair was thrown back from the edge of his face, and a woven cloak tucked over his shoulder. The cloak faintly revealed the metal shoulder pads on his left shoulder, and did not cover the sheathless sword beside him.

He is a warrior, but he does not serve a family or jurisdiction.

This kind of person is called a ronin in Ionia.

The other party's identity was about to emerge, but Geno did not expose it on the spot.

Geno approached him, and a breeze brought out when he walked hit his dusty neck. He looked around and immediately found Geno, with a hint of curiosity in his hard gaze.

"Since you are wearing a sword, why don't you go in and practice swords with them?" Jeno smelled the smell of hangover on him, which was a bit bad, but Jeno still maintained a calm state to talk to him.

Hearing the word "entering" in the man's eyes, he turned his head away from Geno's gaze and said coldly: "Their swords are too slow."

His voice was filled with pride and disdain, as if the efforts of all the disciples in the temple were just showing off in his eyes.

"Since your sword is fast, why don't you teach them? War is coming. Wouldn't it be better to let them have more skills?"
Chapter completed!