Latest URL: Because the Astronomy Academy of St. Byrence will announce this year's event regulations to all students participating in this fall's astrology event on Wednesday night, Luvia cannot accompany Shade to participate in the finals of "Big City Players" on Wednesday night up.
However, she did a divination for Xia De, and believed that the possibility of Xia De losing the championship in this competition was even lower than the possibility of Mia suddenly turning into a human tonight.
"What metaphor is this?"
Xia De touched the soft cat and asked curiously, the girl with purple eyes smiled and shook her head, probably teasing Xia De.
Not only Luvia, but Dorothy is not free tonight. So after thinking about it, Xia De sent a letter to Miss Galina, thinking that maybe this witch might be interested.
But on Wednesday afternoon, when Shad was in front of the closet picking out clothes for the night's poker game, it wasn't Miss Galina who knocked on the downstairs door, but Tifa.
She changed out of the black and white maid dress she used to wear, and changed into a red dress that was different from the last time she was a detective assistant. Not everyone is suitable for wearing such a bright color dress, but the girl with dark hair happens to be the kind that is very suitable.
The finals of the big city players will be held on Wednesday evening. After the final winner is determined, the Prophet Association will hold a dinner inside the association to celebrate the end of the game. Since you will be attending a banquet, you will naturally wear formal attire. Miss Galina asked Tifa to come to Saint Teresa Square at noon to help Shade pack his clothes.
The Duchess seemed determined, Xia De had no intention of packing up her clothes at all.
Arranging clothes, talking about interesting things among the players in the big city, an afternoon passed quickly. But before the two set off to the Prophet's Association, which was only one street away, an unexpected guest knocked on the door downstairs.
It's Shade's boss, Director An Luosi.
"Oh, Miss Servet, you look very pretty."
After the unremarkable-looking chief agent went upstairs, he first praised Tifa's outfit, and then hurriedly dragged Xia De to the study to discuss matters.
"Shad, the monitoring of Cameron Sewell has come to an end. If there is no error in the intelligence, then I am sure that the person who connected with him will appear tonight."
Director An Luosi stood by the window of the study room, leaning against the wall and looking out at the Saint Teresa Square like a peep. The evening sun shone on his face, so that his face was illuminated by the light on one side and in the shadow on the other. middle.
Xia De sat in front of the desk and glanced at the three books on the desk that could serve as codebooks:
"It seems that tonight is the key to arresting the opponent."
"Yes, my people can't enter the final venue. But it doesn't matter, I have already got the list of invitation letters, and MI6 agents will also monitor at the intersection of Silver Cross Avenue to count the people who entered the Prophet Association tonight Suspicious person. Shade, what happened in the final venue..."
"I will handle it."
Xia De said confidently. He heard the sound of Mia pawing at the door and being picked up by the maid. The cat probably thought that Xia De was stealing something good in the study:
"I can guarantee that as long as I keep my eyes open, no one will be able to secretly connect with Virgil Cameron. I will keep an eye on him tonight."
Director An Luosi smiled:
"That's good, don't be too nervous, just do what you should do. Tonight is indeed very important. The news we received even said that the person who will meet Cameron during the big city players is the legendary Agent 'Grey Eagle'."
Xia De looked up at Director An Luosi by the window. The latter's face was half light and half shadowed, while Xia De at the table was completely in the shadow of the setting sun:
"I heard...that is a very powerful person."
"Yes, even our opponents, I admit that they are very powerful. They are good at disguising and hiding. Sometimes I even suspect that Grey-headed Eagles are not a single person, but a group of people."
The middle-aged man picked up his hat from the windowsill and prepared to leave:
"The other party must have hidden it very well. I don't think we will have the chance to see him tonight, but even if there is a small clue, it is our victory."
Then he looked at Xia De and nodded to him:
"Although I may not have the chance to meet the Grey-headed Eagle, my carriage will be at your door at ten o'clock tonight, waiting for your news. I wish you a smooth game and have a good time tonight."
The director of MI6 left Grey-Headed Eagle's home. And Tifa was very curious. After Xia De sent Director An Luosi away, he had a strange expression on his face:
"Shall we go too?"
He didn't explain, but adjusted his mood and said to the maid. The latter hesitated for a moment, approached Xia De and kissed him on the face:
"Lucky kiss."
The brunette smiled.
Today's Prophet's Association still maintains the appearance of festive decorations. When the lights first came on, the entire association was lit up by bright yellow gas lamps.
Even when Shad and Tifa came to the red-carpeted association door side by side, the two saw a glass signboard taller than Shad standing on the side of the door. The glass sign is in the shape of the initials of the "Society of Prophets" and inside is a segmented gas lamp.
This is really a big deal. Although the glass making process has been continuously improved and perfected in recent years, gas lamps of this size and fineness are still not cheap.
Vice President Mark had arranged for someone to wait for Xia De at the gate of the association. Seeing him coming, he immediately led him to the third floor.
Before the start of the finals, Vice President Mark informed Shade of the process of receiving awards after the competition. It's not that the association thinks that Shad will definitely win. Mr. Cameron on the other side will also receive similar information to avoid accidents during the award process.
"Shad, are you confident?"
"Of course I have confidence."
Xia De straightened his bow tie, stood at the window and looked at the Silver Cross Avenue outside the window:
"I must win."
His tone was very firm.
"For that beautiful female companion?"
Mr. Mark joked, but Shad shook his head.
Of course, he did not waste the gold pounds he had bet on.
At 5:50 in the evening, seeing that the time was almost up, Mr. Mark set off and led Xia De to the competition venue.
Just as he walked down the stairs, he heard a loud noise coming from the direction of the auditorium. When walking along the red carpet to the door of the opened auditorium, President Stan could already be heard explaining the final rules.
Another vice president of the association, leading Mr. Cameron, came from the other side of the corridor at this time. Shade nodded slightly to the foreign middle-aged man as a greeting. The other party looked at Xia De with piercing eyes, and still did not give up the idea of having a talk with Xia De.
"Then invite the last players to enter! Virgil Cameron and... Shade Hamilton!"
Amid applause and cheers, Mr. Shad and Mr. Cameron walked into the auditorium from both sides of the gate and along the red carpet. Inside the door, the two ladies who had been waiting for a long time were at their respective positions behind them, and followed them to the square card table covered with a green tablecloth in the center of the auditorium.
From the slightly dim corridor to the brightly lit association auditorium, Xia De narrowed his eyes slightly. He saw the clean floor, the magnificent crystal chandelier, the gas lamp in the shape of ouroboros on the wall, the long table full of food in the auditorium, and the dressed man with a face more excited than the poker players. Dressed guests.
"1853 Grand City Players Final..."
The flashing lights that clicked and clicked disrupted Xia De's thoughts. Even a foreigner who claimed to have seen many big scenes would inevitably feel a little excited and nervous at this moment.
Together with Mr. Cameron, who hesitated to speak, he walked to the card table. It was a solid wood rectangular four-legged table, and the legs of the table were exquisitely made in the shape of a coiled snake.
President Stan of the local association and vice president Rick from the General Assembly stood at the table:
"Shake hands, please."
Shad turned and shook hands with Mr. Cameron. But while shaking hands, he felt that the other party was hiding a note in the palm of his hand.
He paused for shaking his arm, but this time he chose to take the note. Mr. Cameron nodded slightly to Shad, looking a little nervous.
After the hands of the two were separated, Vice President Rick announced:
"Please show the deck for inspection."
So Xia De and Mr. Cameron handed over their respective decks to the appraisers of the Prophet Association on the side for the final verification.
"Please show your belongings. After the game starts, any undisplayed items are not allowed to appear on the table."
Xia De took out the obedient Mia on his shoulder, the house key and wallet in his pocket, and put them on the table. As for the pile of tiny toys, it's being kept at Tifa's now.
Mr. Cameron also knew the rules of checking his belongings in advance, so he didn't have many things on him. Matches, cigarette case, two commemorative coins, wallet, keys.
When the two raised their arms at the same time for the final inspection by the staff wearing white gloves, Shad's eyes flicked to the two commemorative coins.
[Outlander, you have come into contact with whispers. 】
"What?"
His eyes widened slightly.
[The smaller silver coin is a relic, but the feature has not been triggered. 】
"Special coins? How lucky am I tonight?"
With a calm face on his face, Xia De sat on the seat on the east side of the card table after checking. Tifa stood behind him, hesitated for a moment, the maid bent slightly, and leaned into his ear:
"Don't be nervous ~www.mtlnovel.com~ You will definitely win."
She was encouraging Shad.
Xia De turned around and looked back, the faces of the two were very close:
"I'm actually not nervous at all."
Turning his head, he pressed one hand on the table, and under his hand was the note that the other party handed over just now. The fingers of the other hand are constantly bending and straightening, as if moving the palm. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Mr. Virgil Cameron across the table, a middle-aged man who was obviously absent-minded, and smiled at him reluctantly.
"I was just thinking, I finally figured out, should I reach out to the other party."
The light of the crystal chandelier made Mr. Cameron's oiled hair shine. Xia De covered his neck and turned his head, then smiled and said to the dealer on the side:
"Licensing."
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