In early December, Deminghan gradually recovered from the turmoil after the crash of a new airship.

With the destruction of the Saints Association, most of the people supported by their hands inevitably went to a certain ending that had been set.

But this does not mean that there are always a few people who are special.

For example, Connery Irving, currently the director of the Demingham Police Department.

He is the current hero of Demingham. He turned the tide in the disaster caused by the new airships, and took charge of the overall situation for a period of time and stabilized the situation in Demingham.

The people admired him and took him as an example. Some idle essays in society even began to write praise or personal biographies for him. It is said that some newspapers have even visited him, hoping to obtain the copyright of the personal biographies of Connery Irving who has not even seen a shadow.

Of course, he cannot disappear inexplicably for such a person, and he has to continue standing on the table.

So Connery Irving received an invitation to a family dinner from Semyre today.

Compared to the time he came, when Connery really walked into the Garcia family mansion, his straight backbone was bent down involuntarily, rubbing his hands unconsciously. This habitual mistake should have been a mistake he would never make after rigorous training.

When the Saint Association disappeared, he noticed that his so-called "colleagues" resigned one by one and became sick... He naturally knew the real reason very clearly.

How can there be a complete egg under the collapse of the nest?

But he can be chosen to be the replacement for Connery Irving, and naturally he has some brains.

He understood that escaping at this time was a place where death was not burial, and his amulet was the identity of Connery Sean, the chief of the police station.

So when he received the invitation to the family banquet, he came without hesitation.

The shiny leather boots were stepped on the brown and red stone bricks with different patterns, and a crisp click sound came from the empty corridor.

Many people think that this rhythmic sound is nice, but in Connery's heart, this sound is about as much as the death knell of death.

When he walked to the study, there was no guard at the door, and the exquisite wooden door was covered with vain.

There was cold sweat on my face.

Maybe because of guilt or other emotions, he pushed open the door and subconsciously swept across the entire study.

The first thing I saw was Semiel Garcia, who was sitting behind the desk, holding a document in his hand.

There was a tall and fierce young woman sitting on the windowsill of the study with one leg on the window frame. This was naturally extremely rude in front of the mayor, but she still did so.

There was a man with his back to him, and there seemed to be a map in front of him, and he was drawing with a pencil and a measuring ruler.

There was also a man standing in front of the bookshelf, wearing a mechanical mask on his face and a model of a ship in his hand, looking at it carefully.

He had never seen three people except the mayor, but the study where these people existed put a huge pressure on him.

A sudden enlightenment arose in his heart.

These people are the real top figures in Deminghan today, and his destiny is in their control.

None of them spoke.

In fact, the only one who really looks at Connery Irving is Mr. Mayor.

"......You summon me, is there anything?"

A very short period of silence, probably only less than 3 seconds, Connery took a step forward, knelt on one knee, put his right elbow on his knee, lowered his head, and asked softly.

This kneeling and this question makes me understand the meaning.

From now on, he is no longer the chief of the police station, but just a servant under the command of the big man in front of him.

"Hey~ How can you, the head of the Irving family, kneel down?"

Semire held a ring engraved with the Garcia family emblem, which he had just taken back from another "Semier Garcia".

No matter how much I say it, I don’t have the intention of helping me in the past.

If Connery Irving was really the one who wouldn't kneel, and since he had kneeled down, there would be no reason to help him.

"What right do I have to stand in front of you..."

Knowing that the other party was sarcasm, how could he dare to say something?

"Don't worry, you won't die. Demingham still needs you... I'll give you a task and I won't kill you if I do it."

Semyr really didn't have the interest to talk to such people.

"You said."

"This is Miss Nancy Edward, she will become the next chief of police, you understand?"

"I see!"

Nancy Edward, when he heard this surname, he understood.

"It seems that there is some reason for them to choose you to sit in this position. Then you will listen to her. Of course, outside, you are still the director of the police... Go and do it, Mr. Irving, are you really waiting for me to hold a family dinner for you?"

"Thank you for your forgiveness, I won't let you down."

This fortune was saved. Connery Irving withdrew tremblingly, and before leaving, he bowed and closed the door.

Make a good attitude to subordinates.

"I didn't say I wanted to be the chief of the police!"

Nancy spoke only after she left.

"It's just temporary, Nancy, I know that with your ability, you will definitely not be satisfied with staying in Demingham as a police chief, but now, whether it is a special bureau or a police station, your strength is greatly reduced. To be honest, Demingham is now the weakest time, and you need high-end combat power like you to guard Demingham."

Deminghan is different from other cities. Due to the existence of overseas archipelagos, the number of alien disciples here is far greater than that of other regions. Without the strong alien disciples guarding him, the order originally established under the suppression of two dominant powerful men might have been destroyed. Deminghan, who has experienced this turmoil, cannot withstand another destruction in a short period of time.

"Two years."

Nancy will only stay in Demingham for two years. She slept for too long and finally woke up. Naturally, she had to go out and see the world well.

"Enough, we have found the firework experiment data hidden by Dalton Valen. These two years can also be used to repair the defects caused by the firework experiments in your body. After that, we will not stop you wherever you go."

Two years are enough for them to recruit and cultivate a new team of alien disciples.

What's more, they don't have the power and are unwilling to ask Nancy to do anything.

"Calculate the time, now Lord Darren should be about to arrive at Demingham Heavy Prison, right?"

Walsh, who was sitting opposite Semyr, glanced at the pocket watch and shifted the topic to the most important thing right now.

"Donald Grant is actually the one who helped Anthony Hopkins. Haha, if he hadn't proposed this condition, maybe we would never have known that he was the one who changed the direction of public opinion overnight."

The government asked Donald to issue conditions, so he naturally would not miss this opportunity. Releasing Anthony was just one of the items on the list.

At that time, the government took a lot of effort to suppress the matter for Anthony Hopkins, so Semyr was also resentful of this matter.

"Donald's ability seems to be a little too strong... If he discovers the truth of the matter, aren't you afraid that he will come back to take revenge?"

Nancy reached out to pick up the lock on the window, and suddenly turned her head and asked in a somewhat cramped manner.

"The truth? What we told him is the truth. Nancy, you have to remember that our purpose is to eliminate the threat brought by the Son. It is only a forced act."

Regarding Nancy's question, Fern put down the ship model in his hand and turned around and said solemnly.

"I have had a few deals with Donald. I was an ally before. Although he seemed easy to talk now, he compromised without using the methods you prepared. But that was the premise that he felt profitable and could complete the task himself. I still have to remind you, don't underestimate him. This guy was ruthless, and he even wanted to kill me at the beginning."

Recalling the first meeting with Donald after he regained control of his body and the strange aura on his body he felt on the ship later, Nancy subconsciously frowned.

Nancy never underestimated Donald.

This man has some secrets hidden in him that she can't see through.

"Don't fight for this. Both of you said something. We do have some selfishness, but the problem of the Son has to be solved by the people of the Temple of Justice. As for what they do with that body after solving this problem, it is naturally not something we can do. So what happened at that time has nothing to do with us. What we gave is just a choice. How can the Pope in the Temple of Justice be chosen? That's his business. Afterwards, even if Donald really wants to take revenge, how could he find us on his head?"

Pick up the documents on the table again, which were all Donald's information, including his registration form when he was a coach assistant at Royal DeLorraine and the information he filled out when he entered the Bureau of the Dissertation.

"How is Horn?"

Donald is responsible for Julia, who seals the soul of the Son, and Tiffany, who is in charge of the body of the Son, naturally needs someone to escort him.

"It went very smoothly. That was the team we had prepared long ago and could set off at any time."

Porsh lets the pen tip off the map, the tone is a bit dull.

"Have you told him what to note?"

"Of course, after the Son's body was handed over to the Temple of Justice, he had to leave before the ceremony began... that's all, I told him to keep it secret."

Horn is one of the program participants and is naturally qualified to know more.

What's more, there is Semier's daughter in this team.

After all, there is no absolute fairness in this world.

At least there is no "notes" mentioned above in the matter they told Donald.

"That's good. When these two teams set off one after another, our mission will be completed, and the next step depends on the arrangement of fate."

He stood up and approached a small charcoal stove in the study with the information, opened the lid and stuffed the information diagonally.

As the paper page inside was ignited by Mars, the flames rose up along the corners, reflecting Semyr's face.

On the other hand, Mark Darren had left Demingham Heavy Prison and returned to the boat he was riding on without any special signs when he came.

The engine had started, but the ship did not sail towards Demingham, but headed to somewhere on the Osway Sea.

Anthony, who had changed into new clothes, looked at Mark Darren. He had not figured out what was going on yet that he could actually get the deputy mayor to pick him up and get out of prison in person.
To be continued...