A Master's Type Moon Event Book

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But he didn't know this person, nor did he have matching features.

"He is David Copperfield!"

"..."

Li Xiang pressed his forehead helplessly.

What a cold joke.

This magic is not that magic, even if you are not a magic lover, you will have heard the name of David Copperfield.

One of the most famous magicians in the West.

The homophonic stalk will deduct money.

He went straight through the door.

"Hey, Li Xiang wait for me!"

When Pascal wanted to talk about David Copperfield's magical magic that made the Statue of Liberty disappear, he turned his head and found that Li Xiang had disappeared, and he quickly followed.

The magnificent hall.

The luxurious atmosphere is like a huge crown ceiling chandelier in the center.

"Where are Bazzett and the others?" Li Xiang asked when Pascal arrived.

"On the second floor."

Pascal entered the elevator, pressed the button for the second floor, and said in a low voice: "We rented out the entire hotel. The principle of the dark under the lights, they will not think that we are ostentatiously staying in the Magician Hotel. But they can't hide it for too long. Will be at your door soon."

"Who are they?" Li Xiang asked curiously. Pascal didn't say it directly before, and it seemed that he had no deep taboo about this organization.

The elevator door opens.

Pascal took a deep breath and said, "The representative of the Holy Church."

Li Xiang was startled slightly.

No wonder even Bazzett needs support.

The agent, the exclusive executioner of the church, the combatant against the heresy of vampires, monsters, and magicians; it is equivalent to the designated executor of the seal of the Magic Association, and Kotomine Kirei was once a member of it.

Li Xiang followed Pascal to the room with house number 201 written on it.

"Keep your voice down." Pascal gently opened the door.

A girl lying on the bed with her eyes closed caught her eyes, her body was covered by a white quilt, and her golden hair shone beautifully in the sunlight on the window sill. The only regrettable thing was that her left face was wrapped around A bandage with some red blood clots oozing from it.

Not far from the head of the bed, Bazzett was leaning against the wall with a pure cotton plain curtain on his back.

A bean red suit, rose red short hair and pupils, and no expression on his face.

There is a tear mole under the left eye, and earrings are worn on both ears.

Seeing Pascal, he nodded slightly.

"This is Li Xiang, a member of the first team of the Law and Politics Division."

Pascal made an introduction and then asked, "How is Eliza doing now?"

"The trauma is nothing serious, the trouble is the curse of her wound."

"We stayed in the hotel for an hour. According to the efficiency of the Church of the Holy Church, it will not take long to find the door, and we may need to be transferred."

Bazett frowned slightly, turned his wrist slightly, and said coldly: "We can't be so passive. Your legal and political department came here overnight last night, and your whereabouts are secretive. I think they should have not heard of the news, so they can take the initiative."

Pascal was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "We need to wait another half an hour."

"why?"

"Because there is another force in Oxenholm, just half an hour ago, a magician of this force made a move at the train station without any scruples. I suspect that their purpose and motive may have an impact on us. "

"how do you want to do it?"

"Investigate this force first, they have violated the first principle of magicians."

Bazzett glanced at Elisa and said, "Transfer in half an hour."

Pascal nodded, "Li Xiang, follow me."

Li Xiang was taken aback, "Okay."

He followed Pascal out of the room, went to the elevator, and went straight up to the highest floor, the rooftop.

"What are we doing on the rooftop?"

"investigation."

Pascal said two words that confused Li Xiang.

What is there to investigate on the rooftop?

Count the masters of the shipwreck?

Li Xiang stood one meter behind Pascal, watching his movements.