Lord of Mysteries: Curly-haired Baboon

"Grumbling."

On the carriage going to the Public Security Department, Lucid swallowed as he looked at the "door of death" wrapped in the black cloth in front of him.

Although she had come into contact with sealed artifacts before, she had come into contact with such dangerous sealed artifacts for the first time.

I couldn't help feeling a little nervous, frowned, and asked in a low voice:

"Captain, what is our mission this time? What kind of enemy are we going to deal with this time?"

Monahan paused, and said solemnly:

"According to various signs, what we may have to face this time is..."

Monaghan hadn't finished speaking, but Lucid suddenly had a strange feeling inexplicably.

Someone is divining something about themselves!

There seemed to be a real and imaginary scene in front of me...

Lucid "sees", sitting on a bench on the street, a figure in a black cloak.

But for some reason, this "divination perception" is not the same as before.

Compared with the divination that I had encountered before, this time it was even shorter, as if it was fleeting.

If the previous one was like a small video, then this time it is just a very short GIF.

Subconsciously, Lucid wanted to distort the results of this divination slightly.

But something unexpected happened.

"Anti-divination" is out of order!

She was surprised to find that she was unable to distort the results of this divination!

Lucid couldn't help but frowned, and selectively ignored Monaghan's next words.

In my mind, my thoughts started to move extremely fast, and I quickly recalled the scenes just now.

Benches on the street...

The mysterious man wrapped in a cloak...

A sense of fear arose in my heart inexplicably, as if something bad would happen in the next moment.

Lucid's mood became more and more anxious.

The black cloak and the street bench are nothing special, and there is no clue for reference.

I bit my lips tightly, and in my mind, the flashing image flashed repeatedly, but I couldn't find anything valuable.

Suddenly, Lucid suddenly noticed something weird.

I seem to have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this picture!

But... but I can't remember the scene I've seen there.

Her heart became more irritable, and she couldn't help shaking her head, trying to find some clues from the memory.

Her behavior caught Monaghan's attention, and he couldn't help but frown, and asked in a deep voice:

"What are you doing?"

Lifting his head, Lucid murmured:

"I, I... just seemed to..."

Looking at Monaghan who was frowning, a glimmer of light flashed in his heart.

She finally thought of the source of this familiar feeling!

On the street near the "Black Thorns Mercenary Group", there is such a bench!

This thought shocked Lucid's heart, and he couldn't help but have an unclear premonition.

The reason why the picture I saw is a flashing fragment, the reason why I cannot distort the result of the divination...

It is very possible that the target of divination is not oneself! I just incidentally!

Putting his head out of the car window, he anxiously ordered to the coachman:

"Stop! Stop!"

This action of Lucid made Monaghan frowned and asked:

"Schilling! What are you going to do?"

Turning around, she explained incoherently:

"I met Zhan...ah, no...I sensed someone..."

"Hey! That's the way it is, I must calm down and do a divination...!"

Hearing her panicked words, Monaghan's eyebrows wrinkled even more, but he didn't stop it anymore.

The speed of the carriage slowed down slowly, and before the carriage came to a complete stop, Lucid opened the door and jumped out of the carriage.

Regardless of the driver's surprised gaze, she hurriedly released the pendulum on her wrist.

Forcibly suppressing the discomfort, he took a few deep breaths to calm his anxious spirituality a little bit.

Staring at the **** ruby ​​pendant, Lucid murmured in a trembling voice:

"That picture is a scene near the "Black Thorns Mercenary Group"!"

After chanting silently seven times quickly, she closed her eyes, letting her spirituality be as empty as possible, looking for the hint of fate.

After a while, Lucid opened his uneasy eyes.

What you see is the pendulum that is rotating clockwise!

The scene just now really happened near the "Black Thorns Mercenary Group"!

Like five thunders, she felt a little confused for a while.

But soon, she reacted, got into the carriage hurriedly, and stated incoherently:

"It's dangerous to go back! Someone is in "Black Thorns"! Ah, no. Someone is going to attack the resident!"

This silly remark made Monaghan's eyebrows furrow tighter, but he quickly grasped the point of the whole sentence, with a hint of doubt in his tone, and questioned:

"You mean, someone is going to attack the camp of the mercenary group?"

Lucid couldn't help but nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice.

Monaghan could not sit still, and sternly ordered the coachman:

"Turn around! Back to the station!"

On the messy streets of Tingen, the night watcher's carriage turned its head, hurriedly toward the direction it came, and drove quickly.

On the relatively more bumpy carriage, Monaghan asked solemnly:

"Schilling, are you sure you have such a hunch?"

There was unabashed anxiety in his tone, but there was also a sense of orderliness.

After repeated confirmations, Monaghan stopped making a sound, and there was a feeling of silence in the carriage for a while.

It's like the tranquility before the storm, which makes people breathlessly depressed.

In such a depressed and silent atmosphere, the carriage slowly returned to the "Black Thorns Mercenary Group".

There is no imaginary fighting sound, no messy scene.

The mercenary regiment's resident remains the same as when they left.

Even at the door of the resident ~www.NovelMTL.com~, Walter in a turban was still taking a nap.

The civilian staff in the resident did not feel anything unusual, and continued to be busy with the things at hand.

Seeing this scene, Lucid's mood was slightly calmed down.

Monaghan, who also walked in, couldn't help shook his head, and glanced at her reproachfully.

But soon, Lucid noticed something wrong again.

Kurtis, who should have stayed in the resident, disappeared here at this moment.

What about others?

I couldn't help but lift it up again, and walked quickly to Kurtis' seat, looking at the brown hard-shelled notebook on the table, Lucid was stunned.

Like his own little black notebook, this brown notebook is also something that Kurtis never leaves his hand.

Now that the notebook is here, Kurtis has disappeared...