Arknights, are you a good person?

Qi Yuan said calmly, and Cheng Shan nodded in understanding. She had not received any system magician training, and Qi Yuan was powerful enough in her eyes, so naturally Cheng Shan believed whatever Qi Yuan said.

At this moment——

"Mr. Qi Yuan, are you still there?"

An apologetic voice was heard, Qi Yuan turned around and saw the apologetic face of the family representative.

"Anything else?"

"It's like this. We have already conveyed the message of refusal to cooperate to Count Bechman, but just now, a drunken magician appeared in our base in the abandoned site..."

"Is it scary?"

"Yes, it was very scary." The family representative nodded repeatedly. "She was very drunk, but that didn't affect the release of the spell. She waved her staff lightly, and a huge fireball descended like fire from the sky, hitting people everywhere. At the same time, she kept saying things like [This is the punishment of the King's Staff], which made people confused."

"A lot of people have been injured."

The family representative said with embarrassment that if the magician would listen, the family representative could explain everything.

The problem was that she was dead drunk.

Perhaps, only a powerful force that can split the sky can deal with such a magician.

"Please help, Mr. Qi Yuan."

"Lead the way."

Qi Yuan waved his hand, ready to lend a helping hand.

Listening to this description, Qi Yuan felt that it sounded familiar, as if this person was also an operator of Rhodes Island, probably an ordinary diffusion mage or something like that.

Extremely high temperature, blazing light.

It was like a huge ball of fire pulling the sun directly towards the earth.

Still a member of the King's Staff.

"Skyfire?"

Since this is a small group of only five people, and no other members have appeared except Tianhuo, the biggest discussion surrounding her is whether the Scepter of Kings is Tianhuo's imagination, and whether the other four members are Tianhuo's imaginary friends.

Let's go over and take a look.

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In the city of Karaton, the residence of Count Bechmann.

"Those country bumpkins from Syracuse suddenly said they would cancel the cooperation?" The middle-aged noble shook his head. "It seems that they are indeed unlucky. Their vision is only that of country bumpkins after all. They don't understand what sincere cooperation means."

"My Lord Earl, what should we do next?" asked the confidant.

"What about those Colombian gangs, the thugs hiding in the alleys? Didn't Victoria have a lot of gangs in the past? The Razor Gang and the like."

"That's old news."

The confidant reminded him sheepishly: "The Razor Party has become a mere cultural symbol, and it has even been made into a TV series."

"All gone?" Count Bechmann was very confused.

"They have all joined the Syracuse family. They have added the family name before their names. They mention the family whenever they open their mouths, and they mention the family whenever they close their mouths." The confidant replied.

"why?"

"Maybe it's because the Syracuse gang is relatively wealthy, and they will stick together to protect their family members."

This is indeed an irrefutable reason.

"Then I can only hope that after being hit by the fireball from that little girl from Montbellan, the Syracuse family will not only learn their lesson immediately, but also retain a considerable portion of their manpower?"

That sounds a bit difficult.

Tianhuo was originally the apprentice of a pro-infected councillor and he often visited the infected communities for investigations, so it was normal for him to find some clues. There happened to be a cocktail party in the meeting hall tonight, and with the help of alcohol, it was not impossible for the little girl with fire all over her body to kill all the family members.

"No one is helping us, this is a bit difficult."

"Let's put these little things aside for now."

The Earl straightened his clothes, as if what he was about to face was a big deal: "A man in a gray hat has come here. They are the eyes and hands of the Duke of Caister. This is a big deal."

Victoria's nobles and civil servants were actually similar and were always accountable to their superiors.

496: Victoria Burn-resistant King

That group of country bumpkin gangsters thought they were still in Syracuse and felt that they could directly report the local lord to the Duke if they had evidence against him. But in fact, they didn't even have the slightest channel to appeal to the Duke.

It can be said that Count Bechmann did not regard the gangsters as human beings at all.

The "grey hat" is different.

They are the Duke of Castor's spies, a huge intelligence organization spread across Victoria. Although the Duke that Bechman serves is not Castor, the Grey Hats are considered to be people within the aristocratic system after all, so it is easy for them to communicate with each other.

We can't neglect this gentleman.

The most important thing is to cooperate fully and leave quickly before the intelligence officer notices that something is wrong here.

"What brings you here?"

As soon as he went out, his expression suddenly changed, becoming pleasant but still aristocratic and reserved:

"It is said that the Gray Hat appears and disappears mysteriously. When a Gray Hat appears in a certain place, it often means that there are already countless Gray Hats in that place. I wonder if this rumor is true?"

"My Lord, you are too kind."

The man in the gray hat was very polite. He touched his hat and spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Gray hat and long trench coat.

The high collar and the extremely wide brim of the hat cast his entire face in shadow. The gray and green colors embellished his tall and thin figure. He wore a gray top hat and put his hands in his pockets. He seemed to feel a little cold.

All the gray hats were dressed like this, and they always carried a large folding knife in their pockets.

He can transform from an intelligence officer to an assassin at any time.

"Whatever you do in your fiefdom has nothing to do with us."

The man in the grey hat put his hands in his pockets, and a calm voice came from the shadow under the brim of his hat: "I'm just here to look for someone. The person sponsored by the Duke of Caister made the request in person during the intermission of the cocktail party. I dare not neglect it."

The Castor family creed - always keep your promises.

"Find someone?"

The Earl was somewhat sensitive to information about Victoria's business community, and he immediately asked, "Could it be that the country bumpkin from the Kjerag Snow Mountain is the target of Duke Caister's funding?"

"They are the innocent people of the snowy mountains." The gray hat shook his head and pointed out, "They are simple and kind, not so cunning. My Lord, please don't call them country bumpkins."

They are simple people who believe that there are gods in the world and regard the rare natural disasters in the snow-capped mountains as miracles.

Okay, a country bumpkin indeed.

"You don't need to worry about this matter. I showed up only to inform the lord out of respect."

The man in the gray hat still had his hands in his pockets: "Lord Kaster also wants to know what is so magical about this man who was appointed by the Saint of Snow Mountain that he needs to be invited by the so-called oracle."

"Maybe their country saint is having an erotic dream." Count Bechmann shook his head disapprovingly.

This is Victoria. All non-Victorian citizens are country bumpkins. The people of the former capital are even worse. In addition to calling non-Victorians country bumpkins, they also call all non-capital Victoria residents outsiders.

Old Victorian, this is what happens when you wake up in the morning.

But now, the people in the capital can no longer get hard, and it’s all because of…

"Say less."

The man in the gray hat didn't want to say too much. He walked to the window, tightened his collar a little, and climbed out of the window. He walked away slowly on the prickly grass, highlighting that an intelligence officer did not follow the usual path.

"Tsk."

As soon as the man in the gray hat left, Bechmann's expression instantly changed from sunny to cloudy, and his back straightened up.

"What's the air about?"

He walked to the window, looked at the lawn with a mark on it, and said displeasedly:

"A spy is at most a viscount, or even lower, and most likely just a baron of the lowest rank, without even his own fiefdom. He can only show off by being closer to the Duke."

"But the guy in the gray hat never said the name of the person he was looking for."

How long it would take, Gray Hat didn't say.

Bechman was unhappy that such an intelligence officer who could report to the higher authorities had been staying in his territory for a long time. He just hoped that the man in the gray hat would leave as soon as possible.

"A bunch of shameful fellows..."

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"You bunch of scum, you gutter rats, get back to where you came from!"

As soon as Qi Yuan arrived at the place, he immediately heard a drunken cry and felt the high temperature in his face.

A huge fireball fell from the sky, illuminating almost half of the sky. The air was distorted in the high temperature, as if countless transparent little snakes were swimming in the void.

"I……"

Cheng Shan's legs were trembling, and he felt a little regretful for following.

She has no power, has not received any systematic combat training, and her Originium skills are still out of control. What's the point of following her?

"Do you think you're going to make an appearance?"

Qi Yuan looked at Cheng Shan strangely and told her not to worry about it.

"Uh..." Cheng Shan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hiccup~"

The magician in the distance burped. Qi Yuan took a careful look at her twice before he saw her true face through the distorted air.

Very... erotic.

The tips of her hair were emitting a burning warm light, and the clothes on her body were slowly burning. There were still remnants of black stockings on her legs, and most of her white thighs were exposed.

It’s really fire from heaven!

Originally, she was supposed to wear a preppy knee-length skirt, but now it has been turned into a miniskirt.

The range of Skyfire's Originium skills is too large, and it is impossible to escape from its own range, so it often has to withstand it head-on.

Victoria Burn-resistant King.

"She herself doesn't seem to be aware of this. She kept burning more and more, and her clothes were almost burned." Qi Yuan shook his head, "Is she too drunk? She has a terrible drinking habit."

"Can you wake her up?"

Cheng Shan was grabbed by Qi Yuan's shoulder and dodged, brushing past the huge fireball.

The ground disappeared.

There was only a charred pit left. Cheng Shan's eyes widened suddenly, and he nervously tugged at the corner of Qi Yuan's clothes: "Little... be careful."

That was all she could say.

Qi Yuan shook his head, indicating that there was nothing to be afraid of.

He put Cheng Shan down, turned around and faced the drunken Tianhuo, clenched his fists tightly, and a dark yellow fist wind suddenly appeared, spanning between heaven and earth.

Tianhuo raised his staff, and the condensed burning fireball was dragged towards the earth again, and Qi Yuan punched quickly.

One punch.

The fist wind defeated the sun-like fireball, and the huge fireball seemed to have a huge hole bitten out, and then it hit the sky fire directly and arrived in front of her in an instant.

Bang!

The staff-shaped spellcasting unit broke instantly, and the Originium part was caught in the fist wind and smashed straight into the ruined wall behind her, breaking into pieces.

Tianhuo himself was knocked to the ground by this condensed fist wind.

"knock off."

497: Please call me Skyfire

Qi Yuan exhaled and closed his fist in one breath.

Cheng Shan was stunned, and the underworld family who were being hunted were also shocked. They reacted very quickly, turning around almost instantly, looking at Tianhuo who stood up in a daze, ready to take out their weapons and counterattack.