Chapter 149 (1/2)

A four wheeled carriage went straight from the middle of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

The hilltop area of Mount St. Hilde is now a lonely and depressing place, and there is no such thing as a night full of lights and a gathering of guests on weekdays.

The houses were dark, with seals on the front and back doors of each house guarded by imperial soldiers.

Among the brightly lit houses, only the official residence of rear admiral papacy is very lively.

Teams of Marines patrol around papacy's residence, where the lights are bright and melodious music wafts through the dense landscape trees, and half of the peak area can be heard clearly.

At the end of the main road in the peak area, the northernmost end of the peak area, in a thick oak forest, a small gray building is crawling upright there.

Different from the exquisite, gorgeous and extremely pompous style of port Tulun, this small building more inherits the architectural style of the north of the Empire, especially in the swamp area. It is made of huge stones, with a conservative and low-key appearance, without any external decoration. It is more like a war Fort than a comfortable house.

On the East and west sides of the small building, there is a tower with a height of dozens of feet.

Obviously, the defense function of these two towers is greater than that of decoration. From a distance, you can see the black muzzle of the turret, and soldiers in armor are on duty on the tower.

Here is the official residence of the imperial Marquis vigrah, the inspector general of the southern Special Administrative Region Inspection Office, which is composed of port Tulun and the three surrounding provinces.

The carriage went straight along the road, past the silent luxury residences, and finally came to this small gray building.

Sean, the third trainee Secretary of the port of Tulun inspection office, stood in front of the door of the building. Seeing the carriage coming in, he hurried down the steps. After the carriage stopped, he gently opened the door.

”Thank you, sir Sean.” Hessen didn't need to pedal. He took a step directly and stood steadily on the ground: ”Sir vigrah, below?”

”Just waiting for you.” Sean returned with a smile.

Joe was also light footed, and without the help of the carriage pedals, he landed on the ground with a single step. He triumphantly, lightly in situ jump, hey, the ground silent, light as mayfly, this feeling is wonderful.

Hessen waved, and Sean led the way ahead, leading Hessen and Joe into the building.

Several people climbed up the stairs to the third floor and entered vigrah's study. From the secret room behind the bookshelf, they opened the secret door and entered a spiral staircase, which went down nearly 200 feet underground.

In the master's study, set up a secret room, secret door, secret Road, such a design, in Joe's view, a bit conventional.

But he was somehow excited.

There is no doubt that inspector general vigrah is the most powerful person in the whole southern SAR. The only one who can barely match him is Duke Ross. In some special cases, his power will be superior to the Duke of Roth and have the supreme power of the southern SAR.

To be able to enter into the secret passage of vigrah's residence, Joe has a kind of excitement of being recognized and recognized, and having become a real adult and qualified to participate in certain secrets.

In particular, he came here with Hessen.

Looking at Hessen's broad and thick back walking in front of him, Joe's mood became more and more beautiful.

From yesterday to today, he has grown up, he has the strength, he can follow Hessen's back, participate in some really important, closely related secret affairs This feeling, very good.

Joe couldn't help but lift his chest and head high.

Hessen directly brought him here, directly into vigrah's official residence, into his study, into the secret road This proves that it is not only Hessen who has recognized himself, but also that Joe has been recognized to a certain extent here in vigrah.

This feeling of being recognized is very important for a young man who has just held a bar mitzvah.

The stone spiral staircase is narrow and secluded. On the wall beside the stairs, small square lamp niches are taken out. The whale oil lamp is burning soundlessly, emitting bright light, but it can not completely illuminate the stairs.

The more downward, the darker the light around.

And Joe's sharp sense of soaring, clearly felt that in the air, in the void, there was an inexplicable hissing.

The air vibrates endlessly like water waves, and the void trembles slightly like elastic cream pudding. An invisible force involves Joe's body and gradually erodes into his body. Little by little, it's like a drowning man is buried in the deep water, and the cold and piercing spring is constantly invading his seven orifices.

”Hum!” Hessen sneered as he walked ahead.

A hot and violent breath burst out of Hessen's body. It was like the shell of a Thor cannon exploding at close range. Joe and Sean felt the violent, domineering light and heat exploding in front of their eyes.

The inexplicable roar disappeared, the twisted shock disappeared, and the cold invisible force disappeared.

Joe heavily exhaled a breath: ”good evil place.”Sean took a heavy breath: ”thank you, sir Hessen. Officer Joe, please be careful. This is a seclusion.”

”Seclusion? What is it? ” Joe asked Sean, who was at the front, curiously.

”I have no right to explain to you I can't explain the information I have Sean was silent for a moment before he sighed in a low voice, ”but it's a dangerous place.”