Blood tax

Chapter 408 Danger in Bremi Town ([-])

So, this strange painter is waiting for me here?
Griffith felt like he was sleepwalking.It took a while before he recovered from his confusion.

According to the painter, some people or groups may be investigating Griffith.In the world presented by "Disqualification", the earl, the wizard and the rich merchant are obviously the embodiment of the three main forces of Bayeran, and the common people who have no seats but cannot be ignored also appear in the living room.

It seemed to be judging Griffith's politics.

"First of all, what is certain is that this painter undoubtedly has powerful abilities, and may even be the hand of a god that I am not familiar with. If such a person wants to examine my position, he must have prepared in advance. I didn't meet him tonight by chance."

Griffith was talking to himself as he walked towards Mr. Havel's mansion.

The first thing to suspect is Ravana.She was the one who provided Tina's whereabouts, and she herself was at least under the surveillance and control of the Bayerland Bureau of Investigation.

Bayeran's intelligence department is an independent agency independent of the military and police system, and is mainly responsible for cross-regional case and mystery investigations and intelligence operations.They are divided into two systems, internal and external, namely the Investigation Bureau responsible for internal investigations and the military intelligence department for external intelligence.Both the Bureau of Investigation and the Ministry of Military Intelligence are responsible to the Senate and have independent budgets and personnel.

The reach of the intelligence agencies is very long.According to the information disclosed by Sidious, the Sword Saint Lansenis, who led the rebel army to wipe out a large number of nobles in Verona, came from MI[-].

Since Griffith's itinerary was influenced by Bureau-controlled Ravana, it's a reasonable suspicion that the painter himself had ties to Byerland's intelligence services.

In other words, Bayerland's intelligence department, or at least some of them, recognized Griffith's judgment.

What is my judgment... Griffith himself was confused.

He did not take a position on the nobles, wizards, and gentlemen of industry and commerce, and did not participate in the struggle between them.However, after the chaos in the living room, Griffith violently intervened to organize further disputes and reshuffle the seats for a vote.

That is to say, in the case of conflicts between Bayerland's forces, Griffith has no clear inclination and is actively rebuilding order.

If the intelligence department and the painter are satisfied with this attitude, doesn't it mean that they judge that Bayeran is about to fall into chaos, and soldiers like me will play an important role in it?

The night is still dark, and there is still a long time before sunrise.This time, Griffith did not get lost again, and arrived at Mr. Havel's mansion very smoothly.

This place is very luxurious and imposing, and it is not inferior to the mansions of the great nobles in Bayeran.However, as soon as Griffith saw this luxurious building, unbearable gloom welled up in his heart.

"Roland has already determined that Bayeran is about to be in chaos, and so is the intelligence department. They have even begun to look for reliable allies. And I am only a low-ranking officer. I don't have enough intelligence or a reliable army. In the ensuing chaos What should I do?"

With this uneasy thought in mind, Griffith knocked on the door.However, no one responded to show up, and the door was still closed.

It seems too quiet here...

Griffith, who had just been trapped by the domain, immediately became vigilant.He stepped aside, peering through the window into the house.It was dark inside, and there was no one there.

Am I in trouble again! ?Griffith immediately broke the glass, jumped into the room, and asked loudly.

"I am Griffith de Ravenel, Commander of the Second Assault Squadron of the Praetorian Guards. Is anyone there? Answer me?"

Then he blew his whistle.

The shrill whistle pierced the silence of the night.This will call in nearby garrisons, military police, and Extraordinary squads.

At the same time, Griffith went deep into the mansion.He came to find Tina, and the atmosphere and situation here were obviously abnormal, so he couldn't sit idly by.

In the hollow darkness, he groped carefully.The moonlight came in through the window, barely able to see the surroundings.

The silent mansion, the empty living room, the half-open study, the bare tree shadows, and the long-extinguished candlesticks magnify the silence of the night.

Griffith walked cautiously down the corridor, searching room after room.

Mr Havel must be a queer man.In his luxurious private house, there are no popular murals, tapestries and graceful statues. Instead, it is full of empty windows like eyes, and sculptures like withered branches hang lifelessly on the roof and walls. It was icy cold, constantly sinking towards the inextricable fear.

"hiss--"

Griffith turned hastily.He seemed to hear something, a strange sadness lingered in his heart, rolling and crawling like a hallucination.

He felt he saw something crawling across the edge of the dark field of vision, but saw no sign of life.However, the indescribable sense of crisis was haunting him again, reminding him to pay attention to the hazy phantoms in his mind when he was meditating.

"I think I saw something..."

Griffith had already arrived at the corridor on the second floor of the mansion, faintly aware of an elusive danger.

However, when he looked into suspicious corners, he saw only dark, gloomy, curious sculptures reflected on the walls or the shadows of dead branches, or windows like blank eyes.

If it wasn't for the disappearance of all the people who should have appeared in this room, Griffith would probably feel that he was insane.

The military police should have arrived.Every important intersection has them on duty. … thought Griffith, and blew the whistle again.

Suddenly, amidst the sharp whistle, he felt some movement.Under the pale moonlight, Griffith clearly saw a long and ferocious tail that looked like a splicing of bones flashing past.

There is something very cunning hiding in the darkness, only when there is other movement nearby, it will move quietly.Griffith looked around, and the scattered rooms and the quiet corridor blocked his sight.

He leaned over slightly, took off the grenades on his waist, and set them on fire.The first one was thrown to the back, two were thrown into the guest rooms on the left and right, and the fourth one was held in the hand and thrown towards the front of the corridor.

"Boom."

The oval-shaped grenade landed, rolling forward with a grunt, and the fuse hissed.Amidst this familiar sound, subtle but unignorable movements are clearly hidden, surrounding from front, back, left, and right.

"Unfold the frost shield,

"Domination, tactical control.

"Ultra-level battlefield awareness, the combat state is activated."

Griffith activated his equipment.He heard a burst of abnormal low growls, which were low sounds from the abyss that did not belong to human and animal organs, mixed with strange dripping sounds like mucus flowing.

The grenade is about to detonate.Griffith's fighting spirit has boiled like a spewing volcano.

"Minos, give me the ice spear!"

"boom!"

In the sound of explosions one after another, Griffith caught the trace.

In the glaring fire and smoke, the helmet and its own psionic detection outlined shadows in all directions.

They crawl on the corners of the beams, roofs and walls, almost blending with the contours of sculptures and wardrobes, without waves of breathing, heartbeat and spiritual energy.When they appeared amidst explosions and loud noises, the dragon-shaped outline slowly stretched out, and viscous water dripped from the petal-shaped mouthparts densely covered with fine and sharp teeth, and the slender, sharp sides were deeply cut into the wall , gathered from all directions.

Son of Domon!Could it be Naira's conspiracy?Griffith was taken aback by the number of monsters.With just one hesitation, he was surrounded by monsters constantly coming from above, behind, left, right, and in front of him.

They were covered with metal-like pitch-black carapaces, without muscles or veins, and their long bony tails were curly and sharp.When they were lurking in the dark, they turned out to be as dead as stone sculptures. Once they moved, they would appear everywhere like cockroaches gushing out of a garbage dump.

"boom!"

At this time, the grenade just dropped detonated.The flames and fragments of the grenade explosion temporarily stopped the monster, and at the same time illuminated the dark space.

Griffith held an ice spear in his hand and threw it forward.The hit monster was pierced through the chest, exploding a cloud of dark green body fluid.

There are a lot of them, but they are much weaker than the one Erza faced!Griffith's second ice spear came one after another. This blow swept across the wall, penetrated the two monsters, and rolled down together.

The third ice gun did not attack directly, but hung a few grenades and fired at the roof.

Under the powerful projectile bombardment, the beams and columns above the corridor were nailed with ice guns, and the ignited grenades hung on them and swayed.

Griffith bent his knees on the spot, exerted strength, and sprinted forward.He rushed straight to the Son of Domon in front of him, stepped on top of its head, leaped high, passed through the air, and reached out to grab the edge of the hanging window on the roof.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded, the beams of the house were blown off, and the entire roof collapsed.The sons of Domon who had swarmed in were screaming and rushing towards Griffith's feet, all of which were smashed down by the falling bricks.

The upper half of Havel's mansion collapsed with a loud noise, and half of it was directly cut off.

Griffith hung on a broken wall for a while before falling from the ruins.He pulled out the condemnation, came to a son of Domon who was about to emerge from the ruins, and shot its head in pieces.Then, holding the sword in his hand, he harvested the monsters trying to break free along the way.

There are at least a dozen monsters lurking in Havel's Mansion.They weren't too strong, but they were still very dangerous to ordinary people and low-level Extraordinary people, especially the hidden ability that was difficult to detect, and they were undoubtedly dangerous hunters.

Griffith looked around. The reinforcements have not arrived yet, and this area is likely to be dangerous.However, with such a big commotion, the nearby Transcendents and regular soldiers should have noticed.At the same time, he found that several monsters that escaped by chance were crawling towards a sewer, trying to hide in it.

The master, guests and attendants in the mansion disappeared, maybe they were taken away, and it might be possible to rescue them if they go after them now.

After a moment's hesitation, Griffith jumped off and followed the trail into the sewer.

(End of this chapter)