At the same time, in a remote suburban cemetery in Port Vien, Villefort, dressed in black, stood in front of a tombstone.
The tombstone was very simple, with only two rows of letters engraved on it.
[Nossa Ferdinand]
[A warrior who pursues justice until his death]
After staring at the tombstone for a while, the fat man bent down with some effort and placed a bunch of pure white lilies in front of the tombstone.
When he bent down, two more tombstones were revealed, placed side by side.
There are also words engraved on it.
[Oenia Folland]
[Aglaia Ferdinand]
But they don't have any additional description.
Even judging from the distance and position of the tombstones, they seem to have nothing to do with the first tombstone.
"You are here, Mr. Chief."
The street lights made the shadows of people coming in very long.
As the other person passed the lamppost, light and shadow began to shine forward from behind him, and his shadow became longer and longer, spreading across the lawn, across the steps, and folded and projected onto the surface of the tombstone.
Villefort frowned.
"I'm very sorry."
As if he could read the dissatisfaction brewing in the air, the figure took an extra step to the side, allowing his shadow to break away from the tombstone and project into the shadow behind it.
"But, Mr. Director, a man like Nosa was not worthy of being buried in the Heroes Cemetery after his death. Instead, he was thrown into the suburbs along with his wife and daughter. This is indeed too much..."
"Calland Field." Villefort immediately revealed the other party's identity. "Did she send you here just to pollute this night and my good mood?"
"But Mr. Director actually expected me to come here."
Callander - the old man who once appeared in Prince Gaunt's tent - lowered the brim of his hat and revealed a slightly smug smile.
"How else could you have... even sent the guards away at the door?"
Compared to before, his outfit is very different.
The tattered cloth robe and leather armor had all been taken off and replaced with straight trousers and a black dress.
His hair, beard, and fingernails were meticulously trimmed. He wore a bow tie, a top hat, and a cane. Just standing there, he exuded a sense of wealth.
"I am specifically seeking an opportunity to meet you in private." Villefort nodded and turned around. "But this is not because I intend to develop any further cooperative relationship with you. I want to take this opportunity to warn you and her behind you: Don't meddle in other people's business."
"Do you think that a disaster that could overturn the entire Sarath is a trivial matter?" Kalande raised his eyebrows, picked up his cane and turned it around, shaking his head: "You must understand what true loyalty is."
"To me, loyalty is the 475 Shadow Lion Laws engraved on my spine," Villefort said coldly, "63 of which mention and emphasize what kind of team this should be. I also swore to keep them in mind forever."
“What if the source of rule-making becomes corrupt?”
"That's none of my business."
"Let me put it more clearly. If that person didn't treat this country with good intentions from the beginning, what about this world?"
"Don't talk about this, Callander. I don't want to understand."
"Then are you willing to let you and the children under you become emotionless investigation tools?" Kalande frowned, his tone turned sarcastic, "Tools - isn't this the original intention of the establishment of Shadow Lion? He doesn't want a group of loyal warriors with flesh and blood who can think about right and wrong for themselves. He is just terrified by what happened before, and he wants to eliminate the chance of you being controlled by others from the root!"
"Isn't this as it should be?" Villefort pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows, and smiled happily: "I am happy to be a tool, an insignificant part of this huge state machine... I am very happy and free now, why should I think about changing it?"
This time, Kalande was silent for three full seconds.
"For justice."
After a long while, he finally answered: "In order to implement justice from beginning to end, and to find back the glory that fell into the mire!"
“Hahahaha!” Villefort laughed and said in a more sarcastic tone: “Then we have a lot in common. You can consider quitting your current job and joining Shadow Lion…”
"Oh, sorry, I forgot. You are not qualified because of your background. You are the descendant of a sinner, and the sins engraved in your blood have not been paid for yet..."
"Then he is not the descendant of a sinner?"
Callander interrupted him with a roar.
"Do you think you've kept it a secret? As long as you don't tell anyone, no one will understand?"
Villefort immediately shut up, narrowed his eyes, and knitted his brows.
"I'm curious about where you got this information from..." he said softly.
"Everyone who knows about this, except me, should have some problems. You were able to find out in such a short time..."
"I'm even beginning to suspect that the theft of the book and the sword is related to you."
"You are the head of Shadow Lion, Mr. Director." Kalande smiled, "You should know the basis for determining responsibility better than anyone else. You can't slander others without evidence."
"That's usually the case."
Villefort raised his hand and gently passed it across his chin.
“But if there is a special order, it’s different.”
"You may have forgotten, Callander. I think maybe you and the people behind you have forgotten whose country this is."
He wants to arrest me?
Callander was startled. He looked carefully at the fat man's expression and found that he seemed serious.
That was an expression he only showed when facing a suspect.
With viciousness.
With hatred.
Like a lion hiding in the dark grass.
Staring at his prey with pure malice.
There are too many people who haven't seen this face for too long...
Thinking of the crazy things the other person had done when he was young, Kalande immediately took a step back and bowed to him.
"Since you haven't made up your mind yet, I won't bother you anymore."
Then he turned around immediately.
"Wait a moment."
The steps paused.
"Anything else, Mr. Chief?"
Callander was trying his best to hide his inner nervousness.
He now had his back to Bati-Villefort, and he happened to be in a suburban cemetery. There was deathly silence within a few hundred meters.
The darkness of eternal night shrouds this place, which can amplify fear and also nourish it into actual monsters.
The sound of footsteps came slowly.
Callander's throat moved.
He heard the other person coming over, and a big hand patted his shoulder three times.
"Remember to call Ferdinand next time."
The voice said so.
"You are not qualified to pronounce his name."
……
[The Death God Tree is a strange evil species that has not been thoroughly explored. So far, there is no evidence that it is an evil species rather than a natural life. The basis for this judgment is that the "silver bullet" has no effect on it. It seems that its roots are not rooted in the gray fog of the dream world, but are completely nourished by things in reality...]
[Its eruption cycle is 40 years...]
In the corner of the thatched house, Hitzfeld still had his head buried in his knees, secretly reading the unfolded note.
She was very surprised.
Because this is clearly archival material from Deadwood.
Is that Ethan outside?
How dare he violate agent code and quietly pass this information to me?
An extremely complex emotion spread from the girl's heart.
On the one hand, she was happy that she had gained such trust.
On the other hand, she was very disgusted with this behavior.
After resolving this issue, I will have to talk to Ethan in private.
Although I am happy, this attitude... is a bit too unprofessional.
"Miss Hitzfeld?"
There was a soft call from the front.
"Ok!"
Hitzfeld quickly balled up the note and stuffed it into his mouth, pressing it between his jaw and lips, then raised his hands and opened them to show that they were not holding anything.
"I'm a little tired... What's wrong, Mr. Javier?"
Red Javier, a member of the Shadow Lion Force stationed in the town of Elnak.
As soon as Hitzfeld asked this question, she knew why he came - she first smelled an extremely strong aroma of broth, and then saw that the other party was holding a medium-sized dinner plate.
There were three large bowls on the dinner plate, and Red took them out of the plate and placed them on the ground.
Boiled chicken.
Black bread.
The last one... should be meat soup?
The consistency is similar to mashed potatoes, and it's actually this weird color...
Oh, this may be the legendary three-fresh bean soup.
Reid respectfully placed the food and utensils in front of her, keeping a distance of more than half a meter from the girl throughout the whole process.
"I heard you haven't eaten since you got off the train."
"Fill your stomach, Miss Hitzfeld."
"Everyone... is worried about you."
"Thank you, Mr. Javier."
With a warm heart, Hitzfeld smiled and encouraged the other party: "The monster is dead...it's just a parasite. We will be fine in the end."
"hope so."
Red sighed, took the plate and walked away again.
Hitzfeld stared at his back, took out the paper ball while wiping his mouth, and without hesitation, reached out to take the bowl and started eating.
The last time she ate was 13-14 hours ago, so she was definitely hungry.
There weren’t many boiled chickens, but they were all the best cuts of meat.
She wolfed down the black bread, which seemed a little dry, and then she stared at the bowl of bean soup with three fresh ingredients.
This thing... To be honest, she didn't intend to eat it at first.
Smells good.
But the appearance is too disgusting.
And there was also the precedent of Fair Lawrence. Even though she knew that the reason this thing was sent here was that Xia Yibing had ruled out the suspicion of poisoning by Old Sig, she still subconsciously resisted eating it.
But it’s really too dry to eat like this.
Redjarviel didn't even bring her water.
Did she forget... or did she just expect her to drink this to quench her thirst?
With a feeling of trepidation, Hitzfeld picked up the large bowl of bean soup.
