So, this weird painter is waiting for me here?
Griffith felt like he was sleepwalking. After a while, he finally recovered from his confusion.
According to the photographer, there may be someone or a group who is inspecting Griffith. In the world presented by "Disqualification in the World", the earl, wizard and wealthy businessman are obviously the incarnations of the three main forces of Beyeland. The civilian class who have no seats but cannot be ignored also appear in the living room.
This seems to be a judgment on Griffith's political stance.
"First of all, what is certain is that this painter undoubtedly has powerful abilities, and may even be the hand of a god that I am not familiar with. Such a person who wants to examine my position must have been prepared in advance. I didn’t just happen to meet him tonight.”
Griffith was talking to himself as he walked towards Mr. Havel's mansion.
The first person to suspect is Lavana. It was she who provided Tina's whereabouts, and she herself was at least monitored and controlled by the Beyeland Investigation Bureau.
Beyeland's intelligence department is an independent agency independent of the military and police system. It is mainly responsible for the investigation of cross-regional cases and mysterious incidents, and intelligence operations. They are divided into two systems, internal and external, namely the Investigation Bureau, which is responsible for internal investigations, and the Military Intelligence Department, which is responsible for external intelligence. Both the Bureau of Investigation and the Ministry of Military Intelligence are responsible to the Senate and have independent budgets and personnel.
The intelligence services have stretched their hands very far. According to the information disclosed by Sidious, the swordmaster Lancenis, who led the rebels to eliminate a large group of local nobles in Verona, came from MI5.
Since Griffith's schedule was influenced by Lavana, who was controlled by the Bureau, it is a reasonable suspicion that the painter himself was connected to the Byerland Intelligence Unit.
In other words, Beyeland's intelligence service, or at least some of its people, recognized Griffith's judgment.
What is my judgment... Griffith himself was confused.
He did not take a stand against the nobles, wizards, and industrial and commercial gentlemen, and did not participate in the fights between them. But after the living room descended into chaos, Griffiths intervened violently, organizing further disputes and reorganizing the seats for a vote.
In other words, in the case of conflict between Bayerland's forces, Griffiths had no clear tendency and took a positive attitude to reestablish order.
If the intelligence agency and the painter are satisfied with this attitude, doesn't it mean that they have determined that Beyeland is about to fall into chaos, and that soldiers like me will play an important role in it?
The night was still dark and there was still a long time before sunrise. This time, Griffith did not get lost again and arrived at Mr. Havel's mansion smoothly.
This place is very luxurious and magnificent, not inferior to the residences of the great nobles in Beyeland. But as soon as Griffith saw this luxurious building, unbearable gloom came over him.
"Roland has already concluded that Beyeland is about to be in chaos, and so is the intelligence department. They have even begun to look for reliable allies. And I am only a low-level officer. I have neither enough intelligence nor a reliable army. In the coming chaos, What should I do?"
With this uneasy thought, Griffith knocked on the door. However, no one responded and the door remained closed.
It seems too quiet here...
Griffith, who had just been trapped by the domain, immediately became vigilant. He stepped aside and peered into the house from the window. It was pitch dark inside and there was no one around.
Could it be that I'm in trouble again! ? Griffith immediately broke the glass, jumped into the room, and asked loudly.
"I am Griffith de Ravenel, Captain of the Second Class Assault Squadron of the Praetorian Guards. Is anyone here? Answer me?"
Then he blew his whistle.
The shrill whistle pierced the silence of the night. This will summon nearby city defense troops, military police, and Beyonder squads.
Meanwhile, Griffith goes deeper into the mansion. He came to see Tina, and the atmosphere and situation here were obviously abnormal, and he couldn't just sit idly by.
In the empty darkness he groped carefully. The moonlight filtered in from the window, and I could barely see my surroundings.
The silent mansion, the empty living room, the half-open study, the shadows of bare trees, and the long-extinguished candlesticks amplify the silence of the night.
Griffith walked carefully through the corridors, searching each room.
Mr. Havel must be a weirdo. His luxurious private residence does not have the popular murals, tapestries and graceful statues. Instead, it is filled with windows that look like empty eyes. Sculptures like withered branches hang lifelessly on the roof and walls, which is heart-wrenching. A piece of coldness, sinking towards the inextricable fear.
"hiss--"
Griffith turned around hastily. He seemed to hear something, and a strange sadness lingered in his heart, rolling and crawling like an hallucination.
He felt like he saw something crawling across the edge of his dark vision, but detected no sign of life. However, an indescribable sense of crisis haunted him again, reminding him of the hazy phantoms that arose in his mind during his meditation.
"I think I saw something..."
Griffith had arrived at the second-floor corridor of the mansion, vaguely aware of an elusive danger.
However, when he looked around the suspicious corner, he only saw a dark and gloomy place, with strange sculptures or shadows of dead branches reflected on the wall, or windows that looked like blank eyes.
If not for the fact that everyone who was supposed to be in this room had disappeared, Griffith would probably have thought he was insane.
The military police should have arrived. They are on duty at every important intersection. ...Griffith thought so, and then blew the whistle again.
Suddenly, in the sharp whistle, he felt some movement. Under the pale moonlight, Griffith clearly saw a long and ferocious tail that looked like a splicing of bones flashing past.
There is something very cunning hiding in the darkness. It only moves quietly when there is other movement nearby. Griffith looked around, his sight blocked by scattered rooms and quiet corridors.
He leaned over slightly, took off the grenade from his waist, and lit them on fire. The first one was thrown behind his back, the other two were thrown into the guest rooms on the left and right sides, and the fourth one was held in his hand and thrown towards the front of the corridor.
"Boom."
The oval-shaped grenade fell to the ground, rolled forward with a grunt, and the fuse hissed. Among this familiar sound, there is clearly hidden but subtle movement that cannot be ignored, surrounding it from the front, back, left, and right.
"Expand the frost shield,
"Domination, tactical control.
"Super-level battlefield awareness, combat status activated."
Griffith activated his equipment. He heard bursts of unusual low roars, which were low roars coming from the abyss that did not belong to human or animal organs. They were also mixed with strange dripping sounds, like the flow of mucus.
The grenade is about to detonate. Griffith's fighting spirit has boiled like a gushing volcano.
"Minos, give me the ice spear!"
"boom!"
Amidst the successive explosions, Griffith caught the trace.
Amidst the dazzling firelight and smoke, the helmet and its own psychic detection outlined shadows in all directions.
They prostrate themselves in the corners of the beams, roofs, and walls, almost blending into the outlines of sculptures and wardrobes, without any breathing, heartbeat, or psychic energy. When they appeared in the explosion and loud noise, the dragon-shaped outline slowly stretched, and thick liquid dripped from the petal-like mouthparts densely packed with sharp teeth, and the slender, sharp edges dug deeply into the wall. , gathered from all directions.
Son of Domon! Is it Naira’s conspiracy? Griffith was shocked by the number of monsters. After just a moment's hesitation, he was surrounded by monsters coming from above, behind, left and right, and in front of him.
They are covered with metallic, pitch-black carapace, without muscles or meridians, and their long bony tails are curly and sharp. When they lurk in the darkness, they are as dead as stone sculptures. Once they move, they are everywhere like cockroaches emerging from a garbage dump.
"boom!"
At this time, the grenade just thrown detonated. The fire and debris from the grenade explosion temporarily stopped the monster, while illuminating the dark space.
Griffith held an ice gun and threw it forward. The hit monster was pierced through the chest, exploding into a ball of dark green body fluid.
There were a lot of them, but they were much weaker than the one Erza faced! Griffith's second ice gun followed, and this blow swept through the wall, penetrating the two monsters, and they both rolled down.
The third ice gun did not attack directly, but hung several grenades and shot towards the roof.
Under the powerful projectile bombardment, ice guns were nailed to the beams above the corridor, and the lit grenades were hung and swinging on them.
Griffith bent his knees on the spot, exerted his strength, and sprinted forward. He rushed towards the Son of Domon directly in front of him, stood on its head, leaped high into the air, and reached out to grab the edge of the hanging window on the roof.
"boom!"
The grenade exploded, the beams were blown off, and the entire roof collapsed. The swarming Sons of Domon roared and rushed towards Griffith's feet, and were all smashed down by falling bricks and stones.
The upper half of the Havel mansion collapsed with a loud noise, and half of it was cut off.
Griffith hung on to a broken wall for a while before falling down from the ruins. He pulled out Judgment, came to a Son of Domon that was about to emerge from the ruins, and shot its head to pieces. Then, with his sword in hand, he harvested the monsters that tried to break free.
There are at least a dozen monsters lurking in Havel Mansion. They are not too strong, but they are still very dangerous to ordinary people and low-level extraordinary people, especially with their imperceptible stealth abilities. They are undoubtedly dangerous hunters.
Griffith looked around. Reinforcements had not arrived yet. There was probably danger in this area. However, with such a big commotion, the nearby extraordinary beings and regular troops should also take notice. At the same time, he discovered that several monsters that had narrowly escaped were crawling towards a sewer, trying to hide in it.
The owner, guests and attendants in the mansion have disappeared. They may have been kidnapped. If we chase them now, we may still be able to rescue them.
Griffith hesitated for a moment, then jumped down and followed the trail into the sewer.
