In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"It's not a problem, it's just a little weird." Rosen shook his head. This 'magician' has never appeared in a certain game, and he is even a soy sauce character in the entire Xingyue world.

He was a classmate of Aoqi Chengzi, and he was eaten in the empty mirror because he provoked Chengzi. What impressed Rosen was that he confirmed the famous saying "If you don't die, you won't die".

Since there was no magician in this world before, it is impossible for him to live for hundreds of years, let alone appear here. You must know that there is not even the Spongheim Abbey, let alone become a heroic spirit.

The back figure found at the banquet appeared in Rosen's mind, no wonder it was so familiar.

Cornelius was recorded as a half-heroic spirit and a government official, and Rosen was not sure if there was a problem with the timeline.

It was the [-]s when he came, and everything was as usual at that time, and it was no different from the earth he used to live on. The city turned to magic.

'Impossible, if there really were to be these supernatural beings, there would be no need for heroic spirits to save them when the two eras alternate. '

After thinking about it again and again, Rosen still chose to deny it. If the real clock tower existed, how could it allow monsters to loot it.

"This is the guy, Yuzao, you go and tell Dion that he will personally investigate this person, and I will get the most detailed information within two days." Rosen tapped the tip of his pen, and it seemed that he had made up his mind.

Going beyond logical reasoning and reaching the realm of metaphysics, Yuzao opened his mouth and wondered whether he should be advised to be cautious, because it is too arbitrary to lock down a suspect just by a name.

It just so happened that Mordred's voice came from behind:

"Here we go again, you can find clues just by name, this guy Rosen is even more exaggerated than Sherlock Holmes~~~~"

"What do you mean?"

"It's just using the name to identify the suspect, heck, it's not scientific at all!" Mordred has become numb to Rosen's fortune-telling method, and he still doesn't understand the principle.

"If you want to explain it scientifically, it's impossible for the two of you to stand here." Rosen rolled his eyes. The brat was talking more and more nonsense, and he snapped his fingers and said:

"From this person as a breakthrough, we must at least understand who is behind the scenes in France!"

"The saintess doesn't care?" Mordred put his hands on top of his head, she didn't want to care about Joan's death.

"No conflict, the two lines advance in parallel." Rosen is clear, even if he knows who is doing the tricks, he has no evidence. It is impossible for others to know the background of Cornelius Aruba, because he really lives in this world superior.

"Do you know? I have a vague premonition that it is impossible for the black hand hidden behind the scenes to watch." Rosen came to the window and stared at Paris in summer.

The Seine River was flowing quietly, and white thighs were everywhere. Distraught, he rubbed his forehead and didn't notice the top of the church thousands of meters away.

A pitch-black figure stood on the cross, nodded slightly and then disappeared without a trace...

PS: This blond-haired young man is actually the one in the sky, do you remember?

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Three days is so short that it can be ignored in the eyes of a hero with an infinite lifespan. Dion quickly sent the information, but just as Rosen thought, the blond gentleman's resume was perfect, comparable to that of Hyde Jerry.

Not-so-strong half-heroic spirits are everywhere, so there is really nothing to be concerned about, but his position is intriguing. He is also the head of the prime minister's entourage, a full-time driver, etc. These positions are not prominent, but they all reveal two words—— —

Dear friends!

Reminiscent of Richelieu's inexplicable hostility, Rosen himself found it unbelievable. If the prime ministers of a country are all young, then France should die early.

"Your Highness, does this person have any questions?" Lily Knight held a black teacup with a serious face.

The shadow of the famous tree, Lawson nicknamed the monster killer, his ability is of course trustworthy, and the reason why he made such a solemn request is intriguing.

"No, I can't see anything for the time being." Of course, Rosen couldn't say that your prime minister might be a young man. After he stubbed out his cigarette butt, he asked, "Did you get caught when you got the information?"

"Your Highness, you can't underestimate my profession." The knight joked, took the information and crushed it with magic power, "I know, you are doubting Lord Richelieu."

"Don't guess, I won't admit it." Both parties are using each other, and Rosen is not mentally retarded enough to be honest all the time.

"This is just my personal guess."

The two were playing charades, and Dion, who was in charge of the intelligence department, could find many clues, but he also had no evidence in hand.

"Conjecture doesn't represent the truth. That lord has no motive." Rosen didn't bother to get involved in the political struggle in France, so he changed the subject: "Why is there no news from Her Royal Highness these days?"

"Your Excellency Mozart is here, and the queen has been enjoying his concert at the Palace of Versailles these days." Dion obviously knew a lot of inside information, so he just said a few words casually.

Oh, poor Luyi Sixteen!

Rosen really felt sorry for a certain king. He probably felt a little heavy on his head in the Throne of Heroes, but these messy things in the noble circle had nothing to do with him. He nodded slightly to show that he knew.

The ambiguous past between Queen Mary and the genius Mozart is well known, and every time Dion talks about these things, he quickly passes by.

"Your Highness, you should return to Rome tomorrow, do you need the help of the royal family to extend your journey?"

"It's useless. You know that this kind of government affairs is under the management of the prime minister, and Master Richelieu will not approve it."

"Then what you did before is meaningless!" Dieng stood up, but calmed down quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm not targeting you, but the week is too short. not come out."

"The current results are pretty good, I'm very satisfied." Rosen still had the same plain look, the communicator in his trouser pocket vibrated a few times, causing him to raise his head and reveal his white teeth.

"And... I don't necessarily have to leave tomorrow!"

clam?

Before the beautiful 'girl' could understand the meaning of the words, the phone in his arms rang. He quickly apologized, stepped back a few meters away and pressed the call button.

"It's me, what!?"

After a few words, Dion's face changed greatly, and he quietly looked at the man who was drinking tea calmly, and the man actually raised his head and smiled after noticing his gaze.

"I see, His Royal Highness will be notified soon." After hanging up the phone, Dion walked back slowly, gritted his teeth and tried to keep calm, and said in a cold voice: "Since you know, you don't need me to say it again. .”

"what do you know?"