Kassel Counseling Department?
Ella?
Why hasn't he seen it?
In his impression, isn't Masashi Toyama, the teacher of Kassel's psychological counseling department?
Caesar was surprised by Ella's unique temperament and appearance, and at the same time his heart sank because of Ella's appearance.
Being able to break into Gattuso and walk into his side quietly, this woman is anything but simple.
"Put it away, I hate being pointed at a gun." Ella let go of her hand and spoke in a gloomy tone.
"Of course, I generally respect good-looking ladies. This time it was just an accident." Caesar put away the Desert Eagle.
He didn't ask Ella how he came in, because the fact was that the other party was already standing in front of him.
"The reception was poor. I think we should have a better meeting occasion, don't you think?" Caesar said.
Ella glanced at Caesar indifferently, "I'm not here for you."
When Caesar heard this, he shrugged, not embarrassed, "What if I invite you?"
Ella didn't speak, but footsteps came from the slightly quiet data room.
Along with the footsteps came Nono's voice, "Isn't it inappropriate for you to talk about this at this time?"
Caesar looked at Nuonuo who opened the door and seemed very surprised, "Why are you here too?"
Speaking of which, he and Nono haven't been in contact for a long time.
They should each know what the other is thinking.
"Can't I come?" Nono glanced at Caesar.
"No, I mean, what are you doing here?" Caesar asked.
"What else can be done, of course, is to find those old people in your family." Nono glanced at Yin Ta who was killed by Caesar, "It seems that you have killed him in advance."
With that said, Nono took the information from Caesar's hand, looked down at it, and then handed it to Ella, "Nothing."
Ella took the information and nodded calmly.
"You'd better not pursue it any further." Ella turned and looked at Caesar.
"Why?" Caesar frowned, not satisfied with Ella's advice, "I'm not a child, I can handle my affairs."
Ella looked at Caesar seriously, and then said, "Chen Motong was prepared for you by the Gattuso family. You should already understand, right?"
Caesar heard this and fell silent.
The moment he saw the information, Caesar could probably guess it even without the details.
Nono was carefully prepared for him by Gattuso.
Right from the beginning.
Their destiny has been woven into a clear line from the moment they were born.
"I'm not sure yet what kind of connection there is between the two of you, but it must be dangerous for the two of you to be together." Ella said.
"I will take Nuonuo with me. I will find the remaining people, get the secrets from you, and nip the danger in the cradle." Aila looked at Caesar, "Wait until I finish handling this matter , whatever you want to do has nothing to do with me."
"Why do you do this? What's the reason?" Caesar asked.
Ella did not answer Caesar, but looked at him calmly.
Nuonuo has the blood of the Black King, and this is enough.
If Nono is not taken with him, something unforeseen by all of them might happen.
This involves Black King Nidhogg, and even Ella has to be cautious.
"We need the information sorted out by Gattuso to determine their location. Can you provide it?" Ella looked at Caesar.
"Of course, I'm happy to." Caesar paused, "But I have to add a condition."
"I will kill them with my own hands!" he said, his voice as cold as ice.
He will definitely find out the cause of his mother's death and make these rotten things pay the price they deserve.
"Okay." Ella did not refuse Caesar.
Nor did she mind having Caesar accompany her.
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London.
A church in the countryside.
The believers worshiped devoutly, and after sincere prayers and confessions, everyone's face was satisfied. After they made donations to the church, they said goodbye to the priest.
The priest is a white man in his forties with bright blue eyes.
He wore a black priest's robe and a silver cross hung on his chest.
With a kind face, he watched the believers pray devoutly, listened to the Lord’s teachings, and then watched the believers leave.
The priest picked up the Bible on the table and was about to leave when he saw a believer still sitting in the auditorium seat.
"Are you worried about something, sir?" The priest stopped and looked at the old man sitting on the seat.
The old man wore a neat black suit with a white shirt underneath and a top hat.
The old man looked up, revealing his old face and gray hair.
"I am guilty," said the old man.
"We are all born as sinful people, and we are atoneing for our sins throughout our lives." The priest said slowly, "As long as you sincerely repent to the Lord, the Lord will forgive your sins."
"Let us repent devoutly, make up for the sins we have committed, and cleanse our souls."
“Pure souls will enter the Lord’s Kingdom of Heaven and receive the Lord’s favor.”
The priest looked at the old man and said, "I can be your most loyal listener and confess to the Lord."
The old man stood up and took off his hat.
He looked at the priest and said, "I repent of the sins I am about to commit."
The priest was stunned for a moment, "Sir, what do you mean?"
His hand couldn't help but clutch the Bible.
"Mont, a former British Navy lieutenant, forty-five years old, a B+-level mixed race, a snake, was involved in the Gattuso family, and later retired and joined the Catholic Church and became the priest of this cathedral. Am I right? "The old man loosened his tie and said slowly,
"I, Hilbert Jean Angers, nice to meet you, Monsieur Mont."
After hearing this, the priest forced himself to calm down and said, "Sir, I don't know what you are talking about. If you are disrespectful to the Lord, the Lord will punish you."
"A week ago, secret figures from the Gattuso family came to this church, and as the receptionist, Father, I think you should know where they are, right?" Angers looked at Shen Feng and walked towards him, "The Lord never lies. Father, as the spokesperson of the Lord, don't you have to lie?"
"I don't believe in religion, and don't you think it's outrageous for a mixed-race person to believe in religion?"
Monte's expression changed, and a delicate pistol slipped from the priest's robe into his hand.
When he grabbed the pistol, Monte immediately raised his gun and shot Angers!
boom!
Huge gunshots resounded inside the church.
But Monte missed it.
The next moment, Monte's penis shrank suddenly.
Angers appeared next to him, grabbed his wrist and twisted it!
Katcha!
His entire arm was broken directly by Angers!
"Father, I said that I don't believe in religion, so I don't know the importance of what to do. Can you understand?" Angers threw Monte on the ground and gently pushed the lenses that were glowing with cold light. "Now, we can talk. Is it done?"
