Another few weeks passed. Crossbell seemed to have recovered from the undercurrent of the recent past—rather, in the eyes of the general public, it seemed to be better off than before.

The rumored "Black Auction" seems to have ended in a not-so-happy ending - and as a result, "Rubaccher" was almost completely snubbed by Speaker Harutman. In the past few weeks, Speaker Harutman has been in private contact with many members of the Imperialist faction, and has also made a point of visiting Mayor McDowell, who has no contact at all, except for the occasional meeting in the government department, and the whole thing has been watched by attentive observers.

And after "Rubacher" was nakedly beaten into the cold palace by Harutman, it seems that there is no other major movement. At the headquarters of Rubacher in the back street, the guards who used to stand proudly at the door are gone, and the brilliant lights that do not stop until night are also gone—the "Rubacher" is surprisingly quiet, but it is a relief to the ordinary people in the backstreet and even the entire autonomous state government.

Of course, the Guerrilla Association and the Search Section, which had already received information from Hailiga, were in fact on standby, because it was very likely that Rubacher was doing something with that strange drug. The pressure from the superiors on the search section is increasing, and the actions of Guy and the others are becoming more and more difficult, while Arios is still as busy as ever, so even if the two of them take turns, it is impossible to cover everything in the face of such a grim fact.

And for Lloyd and the others, Kia's lost memories are still clueless, which is a serious problem. Whether it was the secret method of the church or the advice of the hospital, Lloyd tried it more than once, but to no avail. Fortunately, Qiya's little willfulness before gradually disappeared, and Qiya slowly understood the hard work of Lloyd and others, and did not have any exaggerated reaction when Lloyd and others went out to work early in the morning. In addition, because of the visit of Arios with Xiaodi, it also made the two children who seemed to be the same age have a good time. Because Droplet's personality is like Arios, mature and reasonable, although this is a good thing, but it is always a little out of place in the eyes of children of her age, so although no one in the church's Sunday school will bully such a good old person Drop, but the lively and active children rarely become her friends, which makes her always seem a little lonely. However, the lively and likable Kia just makes up for the weakness of Xiao Di's character, and the two almost hit it off and become good friends. Every day after school on Sundays, Droplet, escorted and accompanied by Estelle or the other children's parents, would rush to the support department and play with Kia until late before being sent back by Lloyd, who had left work.

With a busy schedule, a cozy dorm, family-like companions, and a seemingly peaceful situation, Lloyd has recently found himself enjoying his life as he is. Unfortunately, even he knew that this was just the last calm before the storm.

Sure enough, after today's work was over, there was a communication from the garrison from Chief Noel Cao - to the north of Crossbell, the ancient ruins of the "Moon Monastery", seemed to have become a little strange.

Seemingly...... The days of peace are coming to an end. Lloyd thought to himself.

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"Oooooooooo!!oo Crossbell, Entertainment Street, is famous for the luxury casino in the West Continent, and the card table that mainly hosts the stud project is very lively at this time. Because at this moment there was a man sitting at the table who looked a little raunchy and out of place with his surroundings.

The customers in the casino can be divided into two kinds according to the extreme classification, one is just to watch the lively ordinary people or tourists, at most occasionally play one or two studs or roulette or something to have a good time, it is a pastime and entertainment. On the other hand, there are the deep-pocketed masters, who are proficient in various projects, often spend a lot of money, and are highly skilled, who can make themselves and casinos profitable, so they are also the most popular customers. Of course, most of them are just ordinary people caught between these two extremes, and Inz, who was originally just an ordinary miner in a mining town, is just a mediocre customer in the eyes of the casino staff. At the end of each weekend's hard work, Inz throws her earned earnings from a week's hard work into the casino's various projects like an ocean — a repertoire that everyone loves.

However, since the recent day, Gunz seems to have been protected by the goddess - no matter how strong the opponent, not even the dealer himself, can take a penny from him. That kind of astonishing prediction of the next outcome has almost reached the level of mind reading, as if he really knows the inner thoughts of his opponent, so as to make the right response. Since its start about a week ago, Inz has won more than 200,000 meters in succession – almost as much as he would have earned for two months of honest work.

With the incredible luck of the goddess, Inz simply gave up and went back to the filthy pit to continue to suffer—the people around him watched him go from a simple and honest miner to the nouveau riche he is now. He wore haphazard, chaotic-looking haute couture clothes bought from a fashion store, nonchalantly slapping gestures on his hands while smirking triumphantly at his grimacing opponent.

Soon, with a burst of cheers, he won another 20,000 meters.

"I can still open the odds higher!" He shouted, and the sound of the avenue could be heard clearly throughout the casino, "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge!" ”

"Really...... Originally, it was an honest and honest appearance, but did it show its original form after making a few bucks from the medicine with unknown routes...... Money is sometimes a magical thing. Heiliga of Inz, who was quietly watching the hall downstairs by the slot machines on the second floor of the casino, said. On the surface, he was talking to himself, but in fact he was talking to the red-haired young man not far away.

"yes...... Sometimes, though, that's what the vision dictates...... There's no way to generalize. "Coming out of the shadows is none other than the Captain of the Intelligence Department disguised as the Imperial Clerk, Prime Minister Osborne's right-hand man, Rector Arandall, "That uncle should be from an ordinary background, and he has been instilled with the idea that you can gain as much as you give since you were a child...... Therefore, coming into contact with such things as the current will inevitably cause a huge change in his mentality. It's understandable. ”

"Hmph. That odds aren't explained by luck at all. Heliga snorted coldly, "Ministry of Intelligence...... Or rather, will the empire act? And...... How much did the master behind you be involved in all of this? ”