"I have the cultists and their victims under control. The police should arrive at the factory and find them soon."

To be cautious, I didn't fly directly into the city center. I found an unnoticed alley outside Little Paris to land, folded my white wings, and

Osphia put on her scarf and sunglasses again, walked towards District 7 and spoke in a low voice:

"With this incident involving the cult, our whereabouts in France have been exposed. Let's not mention the matter of being exposed to the dark energy crystal again. The strength you have shown underground will definitely arouse the association's high alert."

Behind his sunglasses, his blue eyes subconsciously looked at the figure beside him. How many people could guess that this seemingly ordinary young man hides amazing power?

Thinking back to the first time we met in the C-class battle, he was nothing special among the three figures who fled.

Even if she witnessed it with her own eyes, Osphia still found it hard to believe...

"So, we must contact Krim tonight, and then leave Paris as soon as possible to find a mentor."

Are you leaving again after only two days here...

After hearing Osphia's voice and coming back to his senses, he felt a bit like a fugitive on the run, Fangran sighed helplessly and thought to himself.

I was walking low-key through the streets of Little Paris. I had not yet completely recovered from the incident involving the cult group. My thoughts were instinctively attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of me.

Fangran suddenly realized that this was the first time he had been to a "good place" in Paris during the day.

There are no high-rise buildings blocking the sky, no disgusting thieves and pickpockets, rows of Gothic buildings with artistic beauty, and unlimited scenery on the Seine River.

But thinking about the poor neighborhood on the edge of Seine-Saint-Denis in the morning, he suddenly felt lost for some reason.

"Shall we go in through the door?"

The small size of Little Paris allowed the two of them to quickly walk back to the hotel. They raised their heads and blinked their black eyes. Seeing Ophia walking directly towards the front door, Fang Ran asked in shock,

"Why don't you plan to climb up to the high-rise balcony during the day?"

Then I heard her calmly replying without thinking, and I felt slightly ashamed after reacting.

Speaking of which, opening the window has almost become a habit during this period, and it's a bit uncomfortable to open the door suddenly like this...

They fooled the front desk with the excuse of looking for someone, took the elevator back to the business suite door and knocked on the door. The two heard panic inside, and then it became quiet.

After a while, a nervous voice sounded from inside the door.

" miss lester. but do you know what i Think?”

Listening to the question that was pronounced in English for some reason, Osphia was a little puzzled and remembered that this was the first sentence of a very famous poem,

Before he frowned and subconsciously tried to answer, when he saw Fangran stopping him, he rolled his eyes speechlessly and answered directly:

"Stop talking nonsense and get straight to the code."

Hearing his decisiveness, the voice inside immediately felt relieved and asked quickly:

"Gotham City with simple folk customs?"

Having just experienced the thrilling battle in the underground mine, when I came back and saw this scene, I felt even more tired. Fangran sighed with a vicissitude in his voice and answered:

“Hospitable Yannan people...”

The door opened with a sound, and he noticed the confusion on Osphia's face. Without explaining to her a certain episode last night, Fangran walked directly into the house.

Then a crazy figure jumped up and grabbed his neck and shook him wildly!

"Senior! You scumbag! Do you know why I came back this morning so worried? What if that guy is actually a super powerful character and is just pretending to be comatose!?"

All her thoughts about the association plan were shaken away by her along the way. Fangran looked at Tang Bing's reddish expression, filled with anger, and glanced at Luther, who was still unconscious at the coffee table in the living room.

Towards her extreme vigilance, which could be said to be a case of persecution, he persuaded her with a serious and caring smile like an elder:

"Hulu, if you have nothing to do, go out for a walk more often and watch less movies."

Tang Bing: "..."

Senior, do you, a squatter at home, have the right to say that to me?

And are you taking advantage of me again...

"There was a slight accident in the morning. I'm sorry that you were shocked alone."

Walking near Luther and confirming that Lime's power was still taking effect, Osphia took off her hat and sunglasses and explained to Tang Bing.

"Ah...no...it's okay."

As soon as he heard Osphia speak, he immediately let go of his hesitant wave and rolled his eyes at Tang Bing, who was timid when seeing high-profile beauties.

Fangran, who had completely forgotten that he had been like this before, walked to the coffee table and threw himself into the soft sofa, soothing the remaining muscle tension from the battle and asked:

"What exactly are we going to do during the night operation? We can't lure that Donald away without lime, right?"

"No, the situation could be worse if Brianna already knows about us..."

Some regretting that trying to investigate the cult might be a wrong choice, Osphia shook her head and sighed softly, then looked at the young man on the sofa seriously:

"There's one thing I have to confirm."

"Under the current circumstances, can your power be used as a definite trump card?"

It's like as participants facing a cult group, they don't have to think of ways to solve various obstacles like ordinary people.

If there is an A-level superior power as a trump card that can be called upon, both the scale of events that can be involved and the action plan will be fundamentally different.

Guessing that she would definitely ask about this, Fangran sighed and looked at Ophia helplessly spreading her hands:

"I'm afraid not. Although I can definitely obtain that level of power through the connection between two spaces, as I said before, I can't be sure whether it is an ability that can be used in combat."

Thinking about how lucky I was in the underground mine just now, I recalled the [Sand Card]. I thought about all the abilities I had activated in the simulated scene.

Fangran was really not sure that when encountering a crisis situation, a card that appeared could be used in battle.

"Is that so..."

Listening to Fangran's answer, it seemed that she had expected it. Osphia was not disappointed. She invested almost all of her magical energy at the moment, filled with magical coordinates, and then gently threw the golden-orange shimmering pendant to her.

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"In that case, instead of expecting power with uncertain factors, it is better to choose to call your companions to be more stable and reliable,"

"And with one more manpower, there is greater versatility and room for choice in action strategies."

Thinking that Qing Ning's appearance had helped them resolve two huge crises, Fangran couldn't agree more with this judgment after catching the pendant.

"If the Ether Elves really can't sense the members of your night bureau, then I'll put the chips on your luck and consider changing the plan. If it succeeds, call me at any time."

After saying this, Ophia got up and walked towards her room. Fangran looked at her curiously and asked:

"What are you going to do?"

"Tul was knocked away by that person, I have to help it regain its strength,"

At this point, she stopped and looked back at Fangran before pushing the door open and said softly:

"It should be the last rest time before the party starts. You should also relax."

Watching her figure push open the door and leave, Fangran also focused his attention back on the magical coordinates in his hand, and tried hard again to call everyone in the night game.

The afternoon passed by minute by minute,

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour, one hour, two hours...

However, the pendant with the magical coordinates showed no response. If Qing Ning had not appeared, people would have doubted whether it was really useful.

And looking at Fang Ran, who had been sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, and Tang Bing, who was wandering around the suite, he finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and cautiously came over and asked:

"Um...what are you doing, senior?"

"Draw a card."

Fangran closed his eyes and held the pendant in his hand, and said casually without turning his head. All he was thinking about at the moment was who would be 'drawn out' by him this time if he succeeded.

If Sister Yesheng can come out, it will definitely be the best situation to be able to hold A-level thighs.

Tsk, Alchemist can barely be considered...

However, given the strength distribution of everyone in the bureau, level B should be the most likely.

Um....

Okay, when I have no choice, I won’t dislike my brother...

Having said that, if Brother Suqun is not bad, Brother Suqun will definitely be able to tell something in this situation. Not only is he rich in experience, but he always feels reassuring...

My mind was surrounded by various such thoughts, and I was very focused on thinking about them.

But feeling that there is no sign of success in the magical coordinates, and knowing how low the probability is for an ether elf floating throughout London to happen to meet everyone in the Bureau who is thinking about him,

So Fangran, who had almost given up, took a deep breath, clasped his hands together and shouted in his heart!

Qiuli paste! Anyone can do it! Come up with one!!!

Seeing him suddenly begging like this, Tang Bing next to him couldn't help but touch Fang Ran.

"Well, learn..."

Then the moment her fingers touched Fangran!

The pendant of the magical coordinates suddenly glowed, and the ether elf sensed a member of the Night Bureau who was thinking about Fang Ran. The space was connected, and the left swap began!
To be continued...