Chapter 612, the Cooperation Between Slaanesh and Tzeentch
"That day, when you were visiting the Royal Zoo of the Empire, this hotel waiter came in to clean up." The two women stood in the ice cellar, looking at the corpse, Olika's amber eyes were filled with some caution: "At that time, I felt , this waiter is a little abnormal, so be careful."
"Abnormal? What's abnormal?" Su Liya lowered her head and checked the frozen body. This is a very normal hotel waiter. He has no scars on his body and is neatly dressed. With extreme fear.
"His shoes." The dark elf pointed to the hotel waiter's shoes: "As a waiter, he will not and cannot wear a pair of white leather shoes, which is very rare for a waiter."
Surya looked down and saw that the hotel waiter was indeed wearing white leather shoes. The female knight narrowed her eyes and said, "Olika, you have found a blind spot."
Generally speaking, people who work in this industry will not wear white shoes. This kind of shoes is not durable enough to be dirty and will easily be stained with dust and stains. Just like in Ryan's castle, all the maids wear black The only difference is that Orika wears high heels, and Emilia and Silvia prefer to wear small leather shoes.
It's fine if it's an unorthodox place, but this is the Imperial Royal Hotel, the most formal place.
"After I realized that the situation was wrong, I immediately followed him out." The dark elf stood still and said seriously: "I followed him to the mansion of the von Slack family, and found that he really came with a purpose."
"Purpose, why purpose?" Suria checked the corpse by herself, but she couldn't find anything. The female knight gradually understood: "He's just a scout? You did the tragedy?!"
"Yeah." The dark elf didn't feel any guilt about this, her tone was like slaughtering a few chickens: "I did it."
"How could you do this?" Surya frowned instinctively, and the female knight was displeased with the Dark Elf's actions.
"Or do you want Devonhill to get into trouble? This is the easiest and most effective way, ma'am, and I've discovered much more than that." Olika still has no pressure, or she doesn't care at all: " If you want to listen, you can listen, if you don't, you can leave immediately."
Olika's figure was reflected in Surya's beautiful sea-blue pupils. The female knight held her hand on the hilt of the Leonese sword, and she closed her eyes: "Go ahead."
"I followed this Slaanesh follower here and learned about their plan." The dark elf told the Duchess what he had learned.
After Olika followed this Slaanesh believer to von Slake's mansion, she eavesdropped on the plan of this group of Slaanesh believers. It was the largest Slaanesh sect hidden in the empire, the Flower of the Carpenters Association. A secret plan that has been carefully planned for years.
This plan has been prepared for a long time.
The Society of Carpenters, plotting to use a fake child to replace Ryan and Emilia's son, Frederick Jr.!
"After eavesdropping on the news, this group of Slaanesh believers wanted to cast a spell, using the hair of little Frederick they found on the carpet to release some kind of secret technique, but I stopped it." The dark elf played with a piece of magic in his hand. For the butterfly daggers, this pair of daggers was made by Ryan to the dwarf craftsman Deron Feinson. It was specially designed for the dark elves, and it came with "swift runes" and "harvest runes". Faster, the latter allows Olika to absorb the dissipated life force of the enemy through the rune to recover a little stamina when Olika completes the kill in melee.
"Stopped by you? Does this mean that the plan has been suspended?" Suria still had a lot of confusion about the current situation, and the female knight asked: "You killed them all, does this affect their plan? Otherwise, you Why do you have to do it?"
"It doesn't matter." The dark elf shook her head indifferently, and the butterfly dagger in her hand was really fluttering in the air like a butterfly: "According to what I know from searching the soul,
In the wealthy district of Brunswick, there are more than a dozen such strongholds of noble families of Slaanesh believers lurking here, and spread to the entire city, the Carpenters Association has hundreds of hidden stakes, and these hidden stakes There is no contact with each other, only the relationship between superiors and subordinates. They act extremely cautiously, and just destroying a stronghold will not affect their plans at all. "
"After I eliminated this group of people, I controlled a dead person to move around in place for a few hours, and then I got rid of the suspicion." The dark elf concluded: "I think it is necessary to let you know."
"In this case, why did you inform me instead of Ryan or Emilia?" Su Liya's face became more serious after learning the news: "You should tell the three of us!"
"The master's goal is really too big." The dark elf shook his head calmly: "His every move will attract the attention of countless people. If he knows, he will definitely be discovered and exposed by the Association of Carpenters. Then we may I will never be able to catch this Slaanesh sect, so I decided not to inform the master for the time being."
"Then why didn't you inform Emilia?" Suria then asked.
The dark elf didn't answer, she just watched Suria quietly without saying a word.
The female knight's face suddenly changed. She thought of a possibility, an extremely terrifying possibility. She actually had a faint feeling, but she still dared not say it.
"You...you are testing me! Dark Elf!" Surya immediately pulled out the sword of Lyonnaise, and pointed the flaming blade straight at Olika's face. Burning on the face: "You think I'm that kind of person?!"
"I have never judged you, Mrs. Suria." The dark elf smiled sweetly and weirdly: "My responsibility is to tell you everything, and then let you choose, how do you choose and I have nothing to do with it, and I will not recommend any treatment suggestions to you, but I think I can understand it this way, Mrs. Suria, you don’t understand our Drucci at all, besides, his existence is for you and for the master. Am I wrong in saying that it is always an invisible possible threat?"
"Olika!" Surya finally yelled angrily, and the female knight yelled: "Don't force me! I don't want to embarrass Ryan!"
"I repeat, I didn't force you." The dark elf shook his head: "I just let you choose, and I repeat, how you choose has nothing to do with me."
After finishing speaking, Olika raised her head, and Surya's shadow was reflected in the dark elf's amber eyes: "You have your way of loving Master, and I have mine, and besides, you didn't let me love you." Embarrassing conditions, the set of equipment on your body may be invincible to others, but not to me. You know very well that I have a spirit mark similar to yours, which was engraved by the master himself. I will let you choose, just because you are a wife."
The female knight paused when she heard the words, and Suria finally showed a trace of helplessness on her delicate face, she put down her sword: "I'm not that kind of person, Olika, don't treat me like you did with the dark elves. Move over to us, and I repeat, I'm not that kind of person, you know, and that means a lot to Emilia."
"I understand." Olika nodded, and she also put away her weapon: "This is your choice, so let's join hands, just today, taking advantage of the grand banquet in the palace, the Association of Carpenters will Several people are preparing for a rally here, and the massacre of the von Slack family has already aroused the vigilance of these people."
"Very well, so what is your plan?" Surya glanced at the corpse on the ground again.
"My plan is to do it again." Orika smiled.
Thirty minutes later, a group of guards and several carriages came from afar, along the snow-cleared road in the rich area, and arrived at the gate of this noble manor. A guard took out a huge copper key, The gate of the manor was opened.
The sound of wheels turning broke the silence in the night, and a nobleman in a noble uniform with a suitcase in his hand quickly stepped off the carriage with the help of his guards.
"Your Excellency Lak, welcome." Another nobleman said to him, "Everyone is here."
"I see." The nobleman was a well-known baron in the capital of the empire, Werner von Lark, a well-known painter and statesman, and he was wearing a bearskin imported by Kislev. Overcoat, the waistcoat is covered with snow, with a short cropped cut, and the hair is already a little gray.
He walked quickly into the manor, and the guards immediately became vigilant, standing in a circle around the entire manor.
Along the stairs, Werner quickly walked up to the second floor. He opened the door of the room on the second floor, and then glanced unnaturally at the oil painting on the wall.
The oil painting is a grand ball, many men and women are dancing at the ball, the scene is extravagant and crazy, but if you look carefully, you will find that although everyone at the ball is singing and dancing, their faces are full of smiles. Some kind of fear and uneasiness, in the mirror of the ball, some indescribable figures are having fun with these men and women, some are wearing masks, some are not, a strange atmosphere surrounds this oil painting.
Werner frowned, and he muttered a few words silently, then walked behind his desk, sat down on a soft chair, lit the oil lamp, and put the suitcase on the table: "Where are they? You Didn't you say they're here?"
"My lord, they are still arguing about what to do." A nobleman with an obviously lower status came in from the outside. He bowed his head and saluted, and then continued: "Some people think that we have been exposed, and some people have not. We Temporarily stopped the plan to avoid the limelight."
"Is there any news from Nur?" Werner frowned unceasingly. He opened the suitcase. Inside the suitcase was a thick stack of documents with the double-headed eagle logo of the empire on it, and a rice Claim the exclusive White Wolf emblem.
"No." The visitor shook his head: "Miss Qingrou doesn't have any orders."
"Very good, you go out, let me be alone." Baron Werner stretched out his hand to signal the people to go out: "Let them get ready quickly!"
"Yes!" The visitor bowed and saluted, then left the room.
Baron Werner took out the document, looked through it carefully, and at the same time began to think in his heart.
The meeting place of Slaanesh believers is very difficult to be found by ordinary people, because from the outside, this place is just an ordinary shop, hotel or noble manor. After thousands of years of lurking, these Slaanesh believers have learned how to stay away from those The surveillance of demon hunters and combat priests has learned how to inadvertently corrupt those nobles and priests. Entertainment is the spiritual need of all mortals, and the Association of Carpenters knows how to use this. In many cases, entertainment and It is only a thought to embark on the road of worshiping Slaanesh. Even today, some Slaanesh believers don't know what they worship, and they don't know that they are already Chaos believers.
However, the massacre of the von Sreck family has already made Werner, who was lurking in Brunswick, feel the danger. He is ready. After tonight is over, he will leave immediately tomorrow to return to Nuer and the Carpe Die Association. base camp.
The dim candlelight flickered in the dark room, and Werner looked at the documents in his hand.
The document was sent from Middenheim, and it appeared to be a munitions report.
But when Werner applied a pink-purple potion on the document, a black-purple handprint appeared on the document.
The Purple Hand, the largest Tzeentch sect in the empire, is cooperating with the Association of the Carpenters.
They have already created a few "boys" that are exactly the same as little Frederick by using the quirky young master bestowed by Tzeentch. As long as they can find a chance to replace the real little Frederick, even Ryan and others will not be able to do so in a short time. will find the problem.
This is the will of Tzeentch and Slaanesh. In the face of this issue, the evil gods have reached an agreement. In order to deal with Ryan and destroy him, the two sects intend to temporarily abandon their differences and reach a consensus.
This is the "Masquerade Project".
Werner frowned. If he had a choice, he really didn't want to cooperate with the Tzeentch Sect, but the incident of the von Sreck family made him realize that perhaps the Carpe Die Association alone would not be able to complete the task.
After reading the documents for a while, Werner lit a candle and felt some pain in his eyes. At this moment, there was a slight sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
The baron shuddered, wondering why those people hadn't come yet: "Is anyone there? Gail? Are you there?"
"..." In the quiet winter night, only the sound of the wind remained.
"Gail?" Werner's face changed slightly, he stood up cautiously, immediately tore up the document and set it on fire, blew out the candle, and then walked towards the door of the room step by step.
The deep, dark corridor was full of profundity and fantasy. The baron's leather shoes pressed against the floor of the floor, making a dull creaking sound. He leaned against the wall and tiptoed to the stairs.
Grasping the escalator with four fingers, Werner carefully poked his head out from the stairs on the second floor toward the first floor: "?"
The scene in front of him made his heart constrict, the blood flow in his body accelerated, and his head almost exploded.
The dozen or so guards on the first floor and several Slaanesh believers had all fallen into a pool of blood, and all of them were killed by one blow. Pierce the heart and die.
"Uh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The baron's eyes were filled with tears. He covered his mouth hard, trying not to make a sound, and lay down on the ground on the spot, touching the ground with his hands and feet. He scrambled and rushed back to his room. Frightened, Werner hurriedly locked the door, then picked up his suitcase, took out a short firearm, opened the safety box, and hid under the table In front, he clenched the handle of the gun tremblingly, as if it would give him a sense of security.
"Who?! Who is it?"
A black shadow appeared from behind Werner and descended on the ceiling. Before Werner could react, a purple light flashed across the room. Amidst the screams, the short firecracker fell to the ground: "Crack! ~"
A purple butterfly dagger was stuck to the Baron's throat from behind, and then there was a sweet but indifferent and murderous voice.
"Good evening, sir."
"Can you trouble your soul and lend me a look?"