On the third floor of the police station, Stephanie sat in the seat without looking at Donald.

She is in a small mood.

I went to the port all day long, but when I came back, I ran to other places without saying hello. This was a bit too much.

Just ignore her, her ears are still standing up, listening to Donald telling about the situation when he went to sea.

"Oh, the Osweather Viper was more than ten meters tall and threw her tail on the deck, knocking off several strange disciples on the spot. In that scene, tsk tsk tsk... Do you know how dangerous it is? Fortunately, I thought of something at that time, which made me burst into strong combat power."

Donald glanced at Stephanie, who was still lowering his head, and deliberately changed the content of the story.

"What did you think of? It wasn't some of your mentor's teachings to you or the battle with a certain monster in the past. This is the old routine in the knight novels, and it sounds like a weird thing."

Among the few hobbies Susanna usually likes to read various knight stories, and there are many similar literary works in this era.

"Of course not. What I think of is this, the new winter product of Eiger Bakery, colorful fruit pie. If I don't eat this once, how can I die at the sea?"

Take out the bag from under the chair and distribute the colorful fruit pie inside. This was bought by Donald on the road. Thinking that it didn't seem good to buy only one of his own, I simply bought one for everyone.

"Sterfanie, I specially asked them to add more strawberries to this portion. How about it? Try it and see if it can melt the little bumps in your heart."

He put the special fruit pie in front of Stephanie and said with a smile.

"snort......"

Stephanie snorted lightly, and obediently opened the outer packaging of the colorful fruit pie, and the corners of her mouth accidentally brought out an upward curve.

"Can you tell me what important things happened in Demingham recently? I have been on the Osway Sea for nearly a week, but the news has lagged a lot."

With the benefits given, Donald naturally had to collect some interest back.

"The first whale oil-powered airship will be tested in half a month. The scene will definitely be bigger than the last trial run of the sea train on Wangque Island. I heard that not only Mayor Deminghan will attend, but also people from the Chamber of Commerce Alliance will also attend."

The first person to speak was Pence, with a yellow peach stuffed in his mouth, and a small half was exposed outside.

"Has the government obtained control of the airship industry?"

"Of course not. This trial operation is an air negotiation between the government and the Chamber of Commerce Alliance. The Tate family had an accident before. The Chamber of Commerce Alliance was going to be severely damaged. As a result, it not only turned the crisis into safety, but also reversed the government and brought back a lot of disadvantages caused by the government's sudden announcement of control of the airship on the day of the trial operation of the sea train. Now it is a situation of balance. I think... some talks."

The cake of the airship industry is too big, and neither the government nor the commercial alliance will give up easily. Even if one party will lose in the end, it will cost the other party a lot.

"Well... this matter has nothing to do with us anyway. Is there anything related to the alien disciples? For example, something special happened or something."

Donald deliberately led the topic to the matter of Storm Goniz.

"Yes, something happened in the land area. Last night we were notified to go to perform special missions overnight. A stranger broke out in the land area. According to witnesses, he saw a large number of sky-blue silk threads shuttled through the roof. This is a unique skill of a person. You guess... Forget it, you seem to be here only this year. I guess I don't know. Let me tell you directly. The party in the war is likely to be one of the four kings of Thunderstorm, Storm Goniz."

The battle was so loud that the initial gunfire alarmed the nearby residents, and the strange surveillance bureau naturally received the message as soon as possible.

"Working with Storm Goniz in the land area, is the person on the other side ours?"

That was a dominant wizard. When he faced such an existence, the only force of Demingham that Donald could think of was the extraordinary adjustment.

"No, when we arrived at the place, the battle was over. The entire battle didn't last long. At first there was gunfire, so I reported it to the police station. Later, I found that there was a strange disciple and then notified the strange bureau."

"Who's winning?"

Donald had a vague premonition and wanted to verify it from Susanna.

"I don't know who won. Storm Goniz should have died. Someone saw an old man dying in the storm in the houses on both sides of the street. If nothing unexpected happens, Storm Goniz should have committed suicide... Don't ask me why he committed suicide, I don't know."

A dominant wizard actually took the initiative to end his life. This kind of thing seems to be incredible to outsiders.

What can force a dominant existence to death?

Donald couldn't figure it out.

In fact, he cared more about another thing. If Goniz, who had met several times before, was the Storm Goniz.

Then what are the two people next to him, Nancy and Wilder?

Thunder rain former cadre?

Did the two of them die in that battle with Goniz or escape?

Don't get me wrong. Donald doesn't care about the lives and deaths of these two people. He doesn't have much regrets about Goniz's death, let alone sadness.

After all, he and the other party were just asking for advice.

Donald's relationship is not that rich. In fact, what he is worried about now is that if the two of them are still alive, they will be related to him.

Compared to caring about their current situation, Donald actually hopes that these two people will disappear.

Disappearance in all senses is OK.

After all, no matter what, he had met with Storm Goniz several times. Such things are small but big. If they are controlled by some people and regarded as Goniz's accomplices, it would be a problem.

With this feeling of worrying about gains and losses, Donald seemed a little absent-minded all day long. Stephanie came over to ask him if he had any worries, but he just got off the boat and hadn't adapted to it.

"Instead of waiting like this, it's better to find a way to confirm and make a break."

As the get off work time approached, Donald looked at the water mist rising from the freshly brewed coffee in the teacup on the table, and finally made up his mind.

I found an excuse to leave the police station and go to the public telephone booth on the nearby street, and dialed the number that I had not used for a long time.

Beep~beep~beep...

After waiting for about 5 seconds, no one answered, Donald felt much more relieved.

"It seems that he must be dead."

He pinched the phone line with his fingers, looked at Finger who was lying on his upper and looked up at him and said to himself.

This gave Donald a sigh of relief.

I took the phone away from my ear and was about to hang up.

"Donald Grant...you finally contacted me."

A woman's hoarse tone came from the phone, and Donald was a little unfamiliar with her. Nancy almost didn't speak much during the previous few meetings.

She is waiting for him to contact her?

Why did she wait for him to contact her?

The hand hanging down on his side suddenly clasped, his eyes moved away from Finger, and looked at the number buttons in front of him, and the cold light flowed in his eyes.

"I just heard from friends from the Yishu Bureau talk about what happened in the mainland area. I want to ask..."

“Gonitz is Goonitz.”

A strange sentence, Donald understood the meaning.

"oh......"

After pondering for a while, Donald suddenly didn't know what to say and continue.

"I want to see you."

The other party's words were sent to Donald's ears through the microphone.

"See me...what to do."

Perhaps Donald himself didn't feel it, his tone was a little dry, and his eyes were unconsciously staying in the phone booth.

"Gonitz asked me to find you at 9 o'clock, the last time I met, don't take anyone else."

“I don’t…”

Click ~

The phone hung up.

"This is really impolite."

A busy voice came from the microphone in my ears, and I hung up the phone casually. Donald slowly returned to the police station. The time for get off work was almost up...

"Donald...Donald?"

Stephanie's call woke Donald from contemplation.

"Um?"

"It's time to get off work, let's go to a dinner together later? Celebrating your safe return from the sea."

Stephanie, wearing a dark fleece jacket, did not wear a scarf.

Because of the lower temperature and the whiter neck was close to me, Donald could vaguely smell some perfume.

"Not tonight, well... I mean I have to deal with it. I got some things from the island before and asked a friend to identify it. I have to pick it up later."

After blurting out his refusal, Donald noticed that the eyes of the other people in the team were all falling on him without a trace, and then gave Stephanie a wink.

"Well, you go to your friend's place without even saying hello in the morning. It should be a very important thing, so let's talk about it another day."

As a companion, even though Stephanie is full of doubts now, she still helps Donald smooth things over without hesitation.

When the team left the police station, Stephanie followed Donald for a while. It was not surprising that the other people. In their eyes, Stephanie and Donald had a different relationship. This was known for a long time, but Pence was always a little depressed.

"I have something to deal with. I have someone I have to meet. You will take Liluo and go with me later... Forget it, it's not safe. I will go to the land area. You are waiting for me on the cross-sea bridge against the Tallinn area."

The three of them stood very close by the street. Donald wanted the two to follow, but then he felt that if the other party had no malice, he doubted his motive because he took the others there.

Then it may be a situation of backfire.

The other party asked himself to meet in the current storm. The possibility of killing someone is still a bit low in Donald's opinion.
Chapter completed!