Start with the Readers Chapter 645: Portrait
Wednesday morning.
Intis Embassy, inside the special envoy's office.
Mr. Owen sat back in his seat after asking his secretary to send away a Loen diplomat who came to negotiate with him.
After taking a sip of coffee, he picked up the pen and drew something leisurely.
A moment later, the secretary with a mustache walked into the office again, he closed the door, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Owen... In the Loen Council, the call for severely punishing the murderer is getting louder. It has become higher and higher, and even became one of the bottom lines of the Conservative Party... If this continues, I am afraid that the New Party will no longer suppress the Conservative Party in this matter..."
"Tell them that we Intis are also conducting a self-examination, let them wait for another week or two... I believe that the Prime Minister of Ruen can still do such a small thing." Mr. Owen took a sip of coffee, no I really care about authenticity.
"Loen's side has actually slowed down the progress of MI9's handling of the case... But even so, two weeks is the limit.
"At that time, if we can't give them a satisfactory answer, war is not impossible... At least there will be a colonial proxy war with high intensity...
"And we are not ready yet... Once a proxy war really breaks out, you will definitely face the front." The secretary reminded.
"Don't worry, I have already arranged the domestic manpower, as long as I find the right time, I will immediately attack the Sarri family!
"And next week's year-end meeting is a good time.
"When the time comes, the fate of the entire family will be threatened. I'm not afraid that our dear chief military officer will not take the blame." Mr. Owen said with a smile.
"Next week...I will try my best to get that time." The secretary nodded first, then hesitated for a while, and then asked, "I see that Mr. Surrey is very good to his granddaughter... Why not use her to blackmail Mr. Surrey into submission?"
"Oh, no matter how much Sarri loves his granddaughter, he will not put her in the same position as the family... After all, once he pleads guilty, it will definitely bring stains to his family!
"Only by putting his family in crisis can he be forced to take responsibility.
"As for his granddaughter, it can be used as a tool to finally break through his defense...
"In Roselle's words, it is the 'last grass that crushes a horse'."
Speaking of which, Mr. Owen stopped continuing the whole topic, and instead gave the painting he just drew to the secretary, and asked with a smile, "Do you know who she is?"
The secretary took a look and found that the painting was a heroic woman in military uniform. After thinking about it for a while, he said uncertainly, "This is the youngest sister of His Majesty George III...His Royal Highness Vera? "
"Yes! This highness is not a simple character, he is both capable and ambitious!" After all, even 1 "arrogance" suffered a loss in her hands.
Of course, Mr. Owen did not say the last sentence.
"What do you want to draw the portrait of this Highness?" the secretary asked puzzledly.
He felt that he could not keep up with Mr. Special Envoy's train of thought.
"Do you think Her Majesty George III will agree if I propose marriage with Her Highness the Princess?" Mr. Owen touched the face of the woman in the portrait and asked instead.
"This..." The secretary obviously never considered this possibility, but he still calmed down and asked, "Which gentleman do you plan to recommend to marry Princess Vera?"
"Of course it's me!" Mr. Owen laughed, and put away the portrait. On his face, there seemed to be an illusory mask with eyes falling in the middle of the bridge of the nose, as if looking at people from the bottom up.
It is a "lust" mask.
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In the library of Backlund University, Mr. Surrey's granddaughter, one of Abner's friends, Miss Fanny who has been promoted to "Barbarian" and her close friend Miss Emma have decided to attend an extraordinary party together on the weekend After that, he stood up and said goodbye.
After she left, Emma, who was about to continue reading, suddenly heard a voice: "If I were you, I would try to stay away from her!"
Hearing this voice, Emma was not surprised at all, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why?"
"There are at least three Beyonders watching her, and one of them is a mid-sequence... She must have gotten into some trouble." The voice came again.
Emma pondered for a while, and asked again: "Is it really just surveillance? You can't steal their ideas, right?"
"It's really just monitoring for the time being...but it won't be necessarily in the future..." The voice stopped forcibly after saying this, and said dissatisfiedly, "I'm not your pet. The contract we signed doesn't include pets for you. Provide information on such irrelevant people.”
"Without me, would you realize the disadvantages of possessing animals? You owe me that." Emma said with a smile.
"But I've taught you so much knowledge, and I'm already your actual teacher. Can't you revise that damned 'contract'?" The emotion contained in that voice gradually became agitated.
"Teacher? I'm not as easy to deceive as Hazel, don't you know that you have no good intentions?
"Besides, if it wasn't for your bad intentions and the fact that your intelligence has dropped drastically because of the possessed animals, you wouldn't have fallen into my trap."
Speaking of which, Emma paused and continued the previous topic, "Who are those Extraordinary beings monitoring Fanny?"
"I didn't check carefully... I only know that they were hired by a young man with a mustache..." The voice struggled for a while, and finally replied 1.
"Draw that person's appearance for me...don't worry, I won't order you around for nothing, this is also counted as a 'constraint' in that 'contract'."
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Queens, the luxury villa of Earl Hall's family.
The cold air was blocked from the windows and walls, and the house was as warm as spring, with an elegant fireplace.
Miss *** Osis Laika followed behind the maid, Miss Anne, and walked into Miss Audrey's studio.
This official member of the "Psychological Alchemy Society" looked very young, like a girl still in public school or grammar school. She has long black hair reaching to her waist and a pair of lake-like blue eyes. She is three or four centimeters shorter than Audrey.
At this time, because Miss Audrey was still taking measurements from the fashion designer Mrs. Genia, so that she could conceive the costume for the New Year's ball according to her recent body and temperament, so *** especially admired the wall alone on the painting.
Mr Sensi's Inner Night? Mrs Cosmo's Starry Night? Sir Grant's Sunrise?
Gods...these are all genuine products, right? Every painting here is worth at least one small or medium-sized manor around Backlund...
****t swallowed, trying to maintain an elegant posture, not making a rude expression, so as not to make Miss Audrey's maid look down upon her.
In less than five minutes, Audrey entered the studio. After finding a reason to send Annie away, and signaling the golden retriever Susie to "stand guard" outside the door, she asked with a smile:
"***te, is there any progress on the matter I entrusted to you?"
***re reluctantly looked away from those paintings, organized the words and said: "We have the potion formula of 'Ocean Singer', but there is no need to sell it, unless the other party can give an irresistible offer return."
If you are willing to talk, you have hope! Audrey turned her blue eyes slightly, and said with a soft smile:
"What do you want to achieve?"
Escalante stroked her hair, and replied preparedly:
"The potion formula of 'Ocean Singer' costs 7,000 pounds or an Extraordinary item roughly equivalent to it."
In other words, you want to get magical items more, so you can accept a price reduction for this... "Psychological Alchemy Association" is one of the youngest secret organizations, and the accumulation in this area is obviously not as good as other... Audrey took a sip Lips said:
"I will give feedback, but I can't guarantee that they will accept it."
Islan nodded, then took out a portrait from her bag and handed it to Audrey, "This is the person a friend of mine is looking for. I wonder if you recognize him? If you can find out His status, my friend will pay a good reward."
Audrey didn't care about the remuneration. She just picked up the portrait and saw the man with the mustache on it. She seemed to think she had seen it ~IndoMTL.com~ but couldn't remember it.
After *** left, Audrey called Susie, who was guarding the gate, and showed him the portrait.
"Isn't this the confidential secretary of the Intis embassy? He came to visit the earl, and I saw him in the living room." Susie recognized who the person in the portrait was at a glance.
Intis Embassy? Confidential secretary? People from the Psychological Alchemists asked him what he was doing? Puzzled in her heart, Audrey praised Susie on the surface, causing the latter's tail to wag even faster.
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In a one-bedroom house on Black Palm Street in the East District, Abner is sorting out his teaching experience in the past few days.
Although Lion Leon said that the code of conduct for the "Secret Arts Instructor" is to "collect, create, and teach the secret arts, so that the secret arts will not be secreted in the end", but when "playing", the "secret arts" are not Refers specifically to extraordinary abilities.
Through these few days of practice, Abner discovered that even the skills of spelling words, the tricks of mathematical calculations, and the methods of memorizing things... these are actually "secret techniques" in life and study.
And after he summed up these things and taught them to those children, he naturally got a certain amount of performance feedback.
"But just relying on this kind of performance... I'm afraid it will take five or six years to digest it completely!"
Abner sighed, although he knew that this was the normal digestion speed of the mid-sequence.
Just as he was preparing his lessons and preparing to enter the "learning space" to develop a new secret technique, a crimson light suddenly appeared in front of him.
Klein has something to do with me? Or is Hugh calling me urgently?
Thinking like this flashed in his mind, and Abner let the tide-like crimson swallow him up.
Above the gray mist, as soon as Abner appeared at the side of the ancient bronze long table, he saw that Miss Temperance and Mister World had already been waiting here.