Tribute to the Demon King

Bright red sealing wax was pressed on the crystal-like paper.The pattern of the sealing wax is an eyeball inside a circular outline like a burning wheel.

It's something like a certain ancestor's personality signature.In short, it is a mark that can identify her identity.

When Kotomine Rizheng saw that eye, he knew who sent the letter.

When I took it apart, I found that it was written in handwriting as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, something like hoping that Mr. Tohsaka can overcome all difficulties and attend our banquet. At the end of the letter, the very unknown name of the sender was written.

【Magic Eye Collection Train·Agent Manager】.

"Magic Eye Collection Train..."

Kotomine Rizheng's expression became serious: "Is this the invitation that Brother Tokiomi got?"

Zhou Yi nodded: "Where is the person you mentioned?"

Rail Zeppelin, just like its name, is a monster train that collects all kinds of magic eyes and travels in the European forest.

A batch of magic eyes are exhibited there every early winter and an auction is held.However, just last year, a serial murder occurred there. At that time, several sellers of the magic eye died strangely, and their heads disappeared.

At that time, there was also a person from the Holy Church Church, who was on that train.

"His words should come soon..."

While Rizheng was talking, there was a sound of closing the door of the church that had not been closed before.The voice went all the way to the basement, and Yanfeng Lizheng hurriedly stood up and walked to the door: "Sorry, Zhou Yi, I'll go pick him up and talk about it when I come back."

After a while, an old black man was led into the basement by Yan Fengli.

It was a healthy old man in his seventies.A deep scar slanted across the old man's eyebrows, and the deep eye sockets made him look like an Italian mafia.

However, when he saw Zhou Yi, this tough hunk trembled unexpectedly.

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The black priest couldn't help trembling when he saw Zhou Yi.

It wasn't fear, nor was he suppressing his killing intent... It was more like the pain of being stabbed by a needle while walking on the road.

His dark eyes under the scarred eyebrows suddenly lit up, like a polished lighter or an iron block hit by a hammer, the moment he saw Zhou Yi, a bright red flame burst out suddenly.

The old man gasped suddenly, looked away immediately, and covered his eyes with his hands.The muscles on his face suddenly tightened and he trembled intermittently, his complexion under the cover of his palms also turned pale, and he gasped heavily several times.

"……what happened?"

Yan Fengli was looking at the old man with some differences.

He knew in his heart that this old man was an experienced agent.In terms of experience in killing demons, he has at least three times as much experience as Kirei, not to mention a humanoid demon-killing machine, at least he is also a heartless and tearless Iron Man.

Since he knew this old friend, he hadn't seen him show such an anguished expression for decades.

"No...it's fine."

The old man gritted his teeth, covered his eyes and sat down slowly.

After that, he took a few more breaths, and then gradually let go of the hands covering his eyes, not daring to look up at Zhou Yi again.

"I'm... Calabore Frampton. Hello, Zhou Yi."

The old man said in a low voice, somewhat vaguely: "In terms of occupation, I am the former representative of the Holy Church."

Seeing this, Zhou Yi couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

He cared more about the darkness oozing from the old man's downcast eyes than the scarred fists of the old man.

"Hello, Mr. Crabbe."

Zhou Yi stretched out his hand in a friendly manner, shook hands with him briefly, and then asked with a gentle smile: "Mr. Calabo... Do you have a feeling-type magic eye? Did you see something just now?"

Calabore squinted at Zhou Yi with some apprehension, nodded silently, without saying a word.

Yan Fengli was looking carefully into the old man's eyes, but saw that Calabor's pupils were covered with tiny red cracks at some point.It looked like bulletproof glass that had been strafed, and blood seemed to seep from it.

The old man did not answer immediately.

He just raised his head slowly, and asked in a voice like rusty iron rubbing.

"Mr. Zhou Yi...why do you ask that?"

"Because I felt it. Someone was watching me just now... It's your magic eye, Mr. Carabor."

Zhou Yi showed a peaceful smile: "Is it spying on the memory or the past? I'm sorry, there are some incredible things in my body."

"You are joking."

The dark-skinned old man touched the scar on his eyebrows, and continued: "My eyes are the magic eyes of the past."

"Look at the past..."

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows.

That's the opposite of futuristic.According to his perception, that doesn't seem to be past vision in the ordinary sense... but something more advanced.

——He sensed the aura of engraved magic from Calabor's magic eye.