Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Romanio thought of the scene of the bald and wretched old man drawing pictures on the girl, and he was furious uncontrollably.

"Which dead old man is so lucky?"

"So, as a saint, can you also cast magic?" Marcus asked suddenly.

"Magic?" Martha wondered.

Marcus nodded and said, "That's right, isn't it written in your Bible that you can turn water into wine?"

"Hey, can you?" Romanio was taken aback.

"Sorry, I've never learned magic before." Mirtha stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

"Oh, let me just say, that dead old man is definitely looking for an excuse to lew the girl, he must be arrested and sentenced!" Romagno gritted his teeth.

"But magic can strengthen my body and senses, making my body stronger than ordinary people,"

Martha looked at her little hand and squeezed her fist: "That's why I've always been quite strong."

This child is hopeless, isn't it because of doing farm work since childhood...

The two men were speechless at the same time.

The window of the room was opened suddenly, and the night wind rushed into the room, and a black cat-like figure flashed in.

"Miss Aya!" Martha was pleasantly surprised.

Romagno and Marcus stand up to give space to the main damage in the squad.

"Water! Give me water!"

When the female snitch Aya came in, she staggered and fell to the side of the bed. Her body twisted and lay on the ground, like a beautiful snake.

The faces of the two men changed drastically. Romagno turned around, stretched out his hand, and pulled the stool.Marcus hurried to the side cabinet, found a water bottle and poured water.

Martha got off the bed and helped the woman up.

"What happened, Miss Aya?" Mirtha put her on the stool and sat down.

The black-skinned female snitch took the water glass handed by Marcus, took a sip, then lowered her head, put her arms on her knees, opened her mouth, and gasped with all her strength.

The three stood around, waiting tacitly.

It took a long time for Aya to calm down. She fell back, closed her eyes, and raised her chin: "I... I almost died there."

The three were startled.

"Where have you been?" Romanio asked, frowning.

"Hah... the city, the military camp outside the city, I wanted to find out some news..." Aya opened her eyes, raised her hand feebly, and handed the water glass to Marcus.

Marcus took it and poured her another glass of water.

"With your skill, no one should find out." Romagno said.

Aya took another sip of water and gave him a blank look: "Yes, if it wasn't a trap there, it wouldn't be discovered."

"You mean, someone knew we were going to steal information, so they set up an ambush?" Maerda was taken aback.

"Ah, the school grounds have been emptied a long time ago. Those soldiers didn't know where to gather this morning. The only people waiting for us there are those like me." Aya's face was serious.

"Wait, you're talking about us?" Romagno frowned.

"You don't think our group is the only one who wants to steal information?" Aya sighed.

"There are other teams going too." Maerda lamented how fierce the competition was.

"So that trap wasn't specially set for us." Marcus said suddenly.

"Well, someone already knew that there were spies in the city, so they deliberately led us there,"

Aya nodded: "A person from the next group has already been arrested. If he hadn't helped me delay, I might not be able to escape."

"Wouldn't it be the silver-haired man who set up an ambush?"

Martha looked around and asked, "Didn't we just tell us to be careful with him during the training camp?"

The remaining three were stunned at the same time.

Romagno thought for a moment, and said, "It's very possible, after all, today I can see that his status in the city should be very high."

"Probably second only to the Queen," Marcus added.

Aya frowned and shook her head: "No, what's really scary is that he probably trained and controlled that assassin team."

"How do you know it's an assassin?" Romanio asked subconsciously.

Aya hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Because of that kind of soldier training method, in my memory, only one organization can do it."

Romanio let out a "ha": "So it's true that you said you were a member of the 'Hidden Ones'. This organization really exists?"

"The invisible one?" Mirtha looked confused, which involved her blind spot in knowledge.

"A legendary organization exists. Miss Aya commissioned me to go to the Egyptian pyramids to find clues to related organizations." Marcus explained.

"And it is said that Caesar was assassinated by that organization." Romagno said casually.

Having said this, the faces of Marcus and Aya darkened at the same time.

Martha was taken aback, and couldn't help covering her mouth: "Really?"

"Of course it's fake. If that organization is so powerful, how could it still exist in the legend?" Romanio spread his hands.

"It's not a legend, I'm a member of that organization!" Aya glared at him.

"Really, how many people are left in that organization?" Romagno asked.

The corner of Aya's mouth trembled twice, and she turned her face away: "It's just me."

"Look, this is the same as little Martha's magic power, it's all fake." Romanio chuckled lightly.

"I just don't want to be said that by a scammer!" Aya growled, and stood up as soon as she drew the dagger.

Martha quickly grabbed her.

"Hey!" The golden retriever was also frightened and ran to hide behind Marcus.

"Cut, coward!" Aya gave him a hard look, and sat down unhappily.

Martha patted her on the back, while comforting her, she turned her head and asked, "Then why did Mr. Marcus help Miss Aya?"

"Ah, this..." The middle-aged man struggled.

"His ancestor was one of the elders in the Senate who assassinated Caesar." Aya directly helped him.

"puff!"

Romanio just took a sip of water and sprayed it out.

Martha scratched her forehead, feeling that the composition of her group was perfect.

"That's slander, my ancestors were wronged!" Marcus's attitude became unusually tough.

"But it's still useless, their family's aristocratic status was still deprived, and the whole family was exiled from Rome." Aya shrugged.

Say this.

Marcus softened again, lowered his head, with a dejected expression on his face.

"So until he heard the rumor that the 'Hidden One' had assassinated Caesar, he was looking for relevant information." Aya said.

"That's why you robbed the tomb." Romagno suddenly realized.

"I'm not a grave robber, I just want to check the corpse." Marcus justified softly.

"Wait, whose body do you want to examine?" Martha realized something was wrong.

"Hehe, what do you think?" Aya sneered.

"Caesar..." Martha began to be a little disbelieving.

Romanio patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder directly, and gave a thumbs up solemnly.

"I just don't want to be praised like that by you!" Marcus knocked off his hand.

"So, the four of us, one is the Iron Fist Saintess who says she has magical powers but knows no magic but only fists." Romagno stroked his chin and looked at his team.

Martha smiled stiffly: "This... is a bit too much, Mr. Romagno."

"There is also a black-skinned female thief from the Assassin organization that assassinated Caesar, but now she is the only one left in the organization." Romagno smiled.

Aya silently drew her dagger.

Romanio's face changed, and he looked at the honest middle-aged man: "The other is the descendants of one of the murderers in the Caesar assassination case. Mr. Caesar was stabbed by your ancestors when he was alive, and he will be disturbed by your descendants after he died. …”

"I've said it all, it's slander." Marcus smiled wryly.

"It looks like I'm the only normal person here." Romagno shrugged and spread his hands.

"Yes, yes, a Germanic swindler who named himself Rome and pretended to be a Roman nobleman is a normal person." Aya complained mercilessly.

"Compared to you, it's pretty normal."

Romagno looked indifferent: "At least compared to you, I don't have any heavy responsibility to find the Holy Grail, and I don't have any family shame to wash away."

There was something wrong with his tone.

Aya frowned subconsciously: "What do you want to say?"

"I actually want to say, since your goal is not here, then save your life and save it to do what you really should do,"

Romanio scratched his blond hair: "I don't care. I don't have any big goals or dreams. I can stay here."

"We will not let you die, Romanio!" Martha stood up.

"Well, although I was very touched by you saying that, little Martha, I didn't say that I was going to die,"

Romanio showed a chic smile: "And there are so many beauties in this world, I can't bear to die."

Aya looked up: "Wait, you want to..."

"You are right, Black Pearl,"

Romagno snapped his fingers: "You have your own way to get information, and I have my skills."

"You don't really want to hook up with that queen, do you?" Marcus asked.

"How is it possible? I'm not stupid, and I don't want to be a king." Romagno gave him a blank look.