Cosma Empire

"This...is this the City Hall of Odis City?" A dusty postman appeared outside the City Hall of Odis City pushing a bicycle with twisted wheels. Some parts of his clothes were worn out. There is a thick layer of putty on it. His hair looked like it hadn't been trimmed for a long time, and he found a straw pole from somewhere and tied it together casually.

It was already mid-December at this time, and the weather in the north was much colder than that in the south. His whole body was shivering from the cold, and his lips showed a little purple.

Looking at this guy who seemed to be able to play with eggs anytime and anywhere, several passers-by bypassed him and walked away. They didn't want to cause any trouble. Instead, two young tourists who came to visit told the postman that this was the city hall of Odis.

Soon, Du Lin told the doorman that there was a postman delivering something to him, and he had to hand it over to him, and asked him whether he should come down and have a look, or put the things directly in the sentry box.

At this time, Du Lin remembered from a corner of his memory that when he talked with Mr. Kesma on the phone last month, Mr. Kesma said that he had taught the postman something, but he did not expect to come until now. He frowned and told the doorman that he was going down now, the Empire's postal system really sucks. The things that could be delivered in a few days were delayed for a month, and Du Lin felt a little angry.

But when he saw the postman, all his unhappiness disappeared, because he knew this postman, the only postman in Alfalfa Town, and he called him Mr. "Racing" when he was a child, because Mr. Racing said You can ride a bicycle faster than a car. When he grew up, Doolin called him by his real name, Mr. Sisi.

"Uncle Sisi...why are you here?" Du Lin immediately greeted him, and while asking for two thick clothes and hot water, he invited Mr. Sisi into a small room on the first floor. In the reception room. After letting Sisi put on his clothes and holding him a cup of hot water in his hands, his look that looked like he was about to die finally eased away.

"You can call me if there is anything...", Du Lin saw a box before finishing his sentence. This box may be the only well-preserved thing in him and his car. There is no doubt that this must be Ke That thing Mr. Smart said. Du Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "If it's just to deliver something, you can send it to the post office at Tenell. Why did you deliver it yourself?"

Sisi smiled a little honestly, "Because when Mr. Kesma delivered the things to me, he told me that he must hand them over to you. This matter is very important to me, so I came here in person.", He looked back through the window and glanced at the bicycle on the edge of the square that was worthless to repair, "If I hadn't fallen on the night road in Lingu, I should have been able to come here a few days earlier."

When he looked back at the bicycle, Du Lin, who was sitting opposite him, also saw the bicycle. At first he thought that Mr. Ceci's brain was a little problematic, but he understood it in an instant.

Sisi has no problem, he has a "mission".

How many former followers and companions of Mr. Kesma in Alfalfa Town, Durin is not clear, now it seems that Kina's father Layton is obviously one, and the sheriff who is always drunk is one, and he will Wouldn't there be anyone else? Maybe the Mr. Ceci in front of him is also one of them, so he habitually obeys every request of Mr. Kesma, even if this request seems a bit... stupid to Du Lin.

Although this is a very stupid thing, Mr. Sisi rode a bicycle from the border line in the southwestern part of the empire to the hinterland of the empire for the sake of Mr. Kesma saying "give it to him with your own hands". Respect.

Sisi used to be the child of a rich merchant slave, and was later rescued by Mr. Cosma. He has been helping Mr. Cosma deliver provocative "ultimatums", and he has always been able to complete the task very well. Once Sisi was caught delivering a letter representing the organization, but the nobles thought he might be an innocent person when he looked like a postman.

Put him in prison temporarily.

Miraculously, he escaped, stole the letter from the local lord's study, and placed it on the living room table before leaving the city.

He is a very serious person and a person who can be trusted.

"Can you drive?" Du Lin asked after seeing Sisi put the box from his hand to his own with a very ritualistic sense.

Sisi nodded, "I know a little bit, as long as it's about transportation, I know a little bit."

It can be seen that what he said is a modest statement. After all, being able to ride a bicycle for nearly a thousand kilometers and come to Odis City alive is not just a simple thing.

"I have a spare car here, give it to Mason for me, he needs this now." As soon as Du Lin finished speaking, Sisi stood up, and it seemed that he was going to leave immediately, Du Lin immediately grabbed his arm, " You rest for a few days first, play around here and have fun, and then go back in a few days, don't worry."

After asking Dove to arrange a place for Ceci to stay next to his villa, Du Lin returned to the study with the things Mr. Kesma gave him, and closed the door.

Du Fu saw Du Lin's rare seriousness, and immediately came over. Du Lin looked at him, and he also looked at Du Lin.

"You open the box..." Du Lin pointed to the box wrapped in canvas.

Duffer turned immediately to find the knife for cutting the envelope, tried it, but couldn't cut it. Canvas is not paper. This kind of canvas is not only difficult to cut, but also has a certain waterproof function. Seeing that Dufo couldn't find a sharp knife after searching for a long time, Du Lin pointed to his finger and made a gesture.

He suddenly came to his senses, and when he wiped his palm on the box, a hole in the canvas jacket was instantly torn. Du Lin took out a wooden box, and after opening the lid, it was filled with white cotton. It should be a fragile item, at least Du Lin thought so. He scratched inside with his hand, touched something cold, and took it out slowly before realizing it was a white mask.

The lines of the mask are a bit grotesque, giving the impression that there is a hint of madness hidden in the comic. There is a dark red pattern between the brows of the mask, with a semicircle facing upwards, and above the semicircle are nine red dots, just like the sun that has just poked out half of its face from the sea level.

Du Lin immediately understood that this was Mr. Kesma's mask, the mask of Scarlet Dawn. He handed the mask to Duffer, and glanced at the box, which contained a letter. In the letter, Mr. Ricksma not only arranged a "drama" for During, but also wrote some lines that he felt a little embarrassed to speak. With his current emotional intelligence and experience, how could he not see that Mr. Kesma wanted to borrow his hand... Du Lin couldn't find an accurate word to describe the word he wanted to say, pretending to be forceful.

Mr. Kesma couldn’t understand that a treacherous philistine like Memnon had to show off to him after he became a master—he said so in his letter. In fact, Memnon contacted Mr. Kesma without any bragging rights. Instead, I was a little apprehensive. After the ambush, Mr. Kesma was depressed for a while, and then immediately after the new party overthrew the rule of the nobles, Mr. Kesma disbanded Scarlet Dawn.

But Memnon brought the group back together and became its leader. These people used to be Mr. Kesma's subordinates. Although it made sense for him to recruit this group of people under his own hands without authorization, it felt a little bit unreasonable. So he wrote a letter to exchange pleasantries with Mr. Kesma, expressed his respect, and told the story.

In the eyes of Mr. Kesma, this is showing off, shameless showing off, and he also plans to kidnap Mr. Kesma, so he has been drawn a huge XX in Mr. Kesma's heart.

He asked Du Lin to wear this mask at the moment before killing Memnon, and then said a dialogue that made Du Lin feel very embarrassed-the sun will always rise, tonight, use your blood to open the dawn for the dawn. prelude!

If this sentence is put on a stage play, it may be good, but to wear such a mask to say it... I always feel a little awkward.

"Is this thing an antique?" Dufo carefully examined the mask in his hand over and over again, and even weighed it, which was a bit heavy.

Du Lin took the mask back and put it on his face. There are some differences between looking out through the hole and looking directly. The production process of this thing is not simple!

He quickly took off the mask, put it back into the box and locked it in the safe. "It can be said to be an antique, or it can be said to be an era. I believe many people will be interested in it! Don't let this matter out." Get out, or we might be in a bit of trouble."

Scarlet Dawn killed many nobles in those years, and these nobles also had friends and relatives. Those nobles in the past are still nobles now. The times seem to have progressed, but it seems that nothing has changed! They may or may not avenge their loved ones, but that's always a problem, isn't it?

Less than 120 kilometers away from Dulin, An Pu put the token back into the evidence bag. He took off his gloves and recorded something in the notebook next to him. After his careful inspection and verification, all the tokens found at the scene of the crime were counterfeit, and they looked no different from the tokens circulating in Odis City, but there were still some subtle changes, and more importantly, their composition completely different.

This also precisely explained why they died, because they violated Du Lin's interests, how could a person like Du Lin who was like a poisonous snake let them go.

Anpu has personally verified this point. Starting from the Tenel Gold Robbery, all the sins against Du Lin, those who intend to or have hurt him, have become history.

This group of people is no exception, and they have become new pendants on the wall of the Order of Durin.