Chapter 260 30: Dilemma

"This incident is very serious. There are many witnesses present. Some people may have seen it clearly, but most people's brains have lost their judgment when faced with this situation. Moreover, this method is too similar to yours."

"I have held an emergency press conference to clarify the matter, but you will need to accept a certain degree of supervision and personal restrictions for a period of time. Believe me, this is to prevent you from being attacked more. No one knows whether they will commit another tragedy. We need your alibi. After all, there are many people who don't like you and me."

"The sorcerers in the Tower of Grace will find the people of the Soul Gathering as soon as possible based on the clues you provided. However, do you know where their magic wands came from?"

In the study of the Palais des Deforts, Olivier explained the current situation to the silent Abdul one by one.

By the way, he casually asked about the origin of the magic wand.

Abdul shook his head slightly. “I’m not sure. I just feel that they have to pay with their lives to use the magic wand.”

"The price of life is often not even a price." Olivier did not continue to ask, "You don't need to worry about your mother. I will arrange for her to be transferred to a safe place. The people from the Tower of Grace may have some questions for you later. You can ask them if you think they are appropriate. If you think they are not appropriate, you don't have to answer. They have no right to force you."

"I understand."

Olivier patted his shoulder and consoled him, "I believe you can adjust. The fact that they use this method to deal with you just shows that they can't beat you, so they can only use unorthodox methods to influence your mentality. If you really become depressed because of this, it will actually fulfill their wish."

Abdul looked a little dazed. In his opinion, Hiss's strength was not weak. If he had accomplices who wanted to kill him, they might succeed.

But his purpose seemed to be only to put himself on the opposite side of the people and to enjoy the feeling of being betrayed by the very people he protected.

Somehow, he remembered what Gabriel said before he died.

"You are foolish to believe the words of those big men, just like I once was."

"But they can abandon us for their own benefit, and one day, they will abandon you for a higher benefit."

"I won't kill you. I now believe that you are a patriot. However, your fate will be much different from mine."

No, Olivier was different. He was not one of those despicable, lying politicians. It was hard to say that what he did was selfish. Although this was not glorious, he could be sure of it after eavesdropping for a while.

But there is only one Olivier.

Can the efforts of one person really reconcile such drastic conflicts and save the country?

"Okay, during the next period of time, you can relax and recharge your batteries. Don't think about those trivial things. If something unexpected happens that requires your action, I won't be so pedantic as to stop you." Olivier called his secretary and asked him to take Abdul to be under special surveillance.

"Sir, please be careful. You are most likely their target." Abdul was worried about Olivier. He suspected that putting him under supervision and not being able to move around freely was a conspiracy by the other party in order to eliminate the protective forces around Olivier.

Olivier smiled optimistically and shrugged: "Then let them come. Those who can kill me can kill me with a gun. Those who can't kill me can't kill me even if a superhuman strangles me."

Sure enough, this is Olivier, but Abdul is not as optimistic as him. He just hopes that these people in the Tower of Grace are really capable.

While pondering the possible means the other party might use, he had come to a special living room in the police station. From now on, he was officially under uninterrupted surveillance. Although he could leave at any time without permission, he naturally would not do so at the moment.

"The director here is from your side, sir. If you have any requests, he will try his best to find a way to satisfy you. If someone tries to embarrass you, it must be someone else's doing. Don't give him face. He should be taught a lesson. Just tell me later." Olivier's secretary gave a few instructions. In most cases, no one is willing to offend a supernatural being, especially a power like Abdul who can control the earth, even if the camp is not right.

However, many people have roughly figured out his character after a few years of getting along with him, and there is no guarantee that he will not do anything irrational in the face of interests.

Even deliberately arranged for someone to die at his hands, so that for some people, this would be a powerful weapon against Olivier.

As the saying goes, good people deserve to be pointed at with guns. The more morality there is, the more constraints there are.

Abdul looked around the living room. The layout here was simple, without any special decorations. It was very simple overall, without any atmosphere of deep life. However, it was fully equipped with home appliances such as televisions, computers, refrigerators, and even a kitchen where he could cook his own meals.

"Thank you, I'll keep an eye on it."

Seeing this, the secretary didn't say much. He believed that Abdul would understand what he meant, so he left directly.

Abdul checked the time and saw that it was already early in the morning. He first called his mother to let her know that he was safe. Not long after they started talking, someone knocked on the door and said that someone from the Grace Tower had arrived.

"We have something we want to know. We have already informed Mr. Olivier in advance. Can we spare you a moment?"

The ones who came were Cowboy and Hound. They both looked a little tired, as if they had not slept all night. These divine warlocks were different from the extraordinary people like Abdul. If they did not buff their bodies in advance, they would not be able to withstand the attack. Most of them had high attack and low defense.

Abdul asked them to sit down and took out a few bottles of drinks from the refrigerator. They were not expired. "Okay, I will cooperate."

"Thank you. How did you know that the man was Heath?" Seeing this, the Hound went straight to the point and asked a question of concern.

"It's on the information about the Soul Gathering you gave me. I've read it carefully." After all, Abdul had participated in the Anti-Demon Joint Conference. Although he could recite the information about demons, demon lords, and the Soul Gathering by heart, at least he remembered the information of key figures clearly.

The hound said nothing, but simply took note, then glanced slightly at the cowboy on the side.

"I want to know, why did you appear there and happen to meet Heath?" the cowboy asked the second question.

Abdul did not shy away from the question. "It's a habit. I used to patrol Paris every night to see if there was any trouble and punish some robberies. Later, I became busy and changed it to once every few days. Last night was my first day off, so I looked around as usual and then I met Heath. He was in a very strange state at the time. He just stood motionless under the equestrian statue of Joan of Arc, looking up. I believe you would also find it strange to see him, so I asked him a few questions, and then we had a conflict and a fight."

"What did you say?"

Abdul was silent for a while, and just when the Hound thought he was trying to hide something, he spoke: "He asked me a question, 'Do you feel that you have been blessed by God?'"

The Hound repeated these words and frowned. Although he understood Gaulish, did these words represent any special meaning?

The cowboy from Britain knew this sentence: "This was a sentence used during the interrogation of Joan of Arc. According to the philosophy at that time, no one could be sure that they had received God's grace. Of course, Joan of Arc could not deny it, so she answered with 'If not, I hope so; if already, I still hope so'."

"This is the history of the Hundred Years' War, right? Please forgive me for not mentioning this much in my history class." The Hound patted his forehead. "But, are you guys playing some kind of game of using the past to illustrate the present? Are you sure this is the first time you meet?"

Abdul shook his head: "I'm not sure, he seems to hate me."

"They left messages twice saying 'Kill Olivier'. I can probably guess why they hate you." The cowboy was not surprised. According to internal judgment, the mainstream opinion was that Heath was an avenger whose relatives died at the hands of immigrants. So it was natural and sufficient for him to hate Olivier and Abdul, who were normal promoters of immigration. Abdul said nothing and did not continue to speak.

"Are you sure they were using the magic wand's abilities?"

"It is certain that I have sensed it. Moreover, they can also bewitch ordinary people and use their life force to drive the magic wand."

"Logically speaking, Mr. Abdul, after the battle that year, the magic wand should have been buried in the land under the iron tower. With your ability, it is impossible that you have not discovered it until now." The hound stared into his eyes and asked slowly.

"That's right, so it only means that the magic wand is not there, or Gabriel hid it by some means before he died." Abdul was not panicked.

The Hound smacked his lips. "There were no Divine Grace Warlocks at that time. Well, we have almost understood it. Thank you for your answer. We will also tell you if there is any progress in the future. However, there is one thing I can tell you in advance. Although Heath is good at offensive spells, he should not be able to drive the mud spikes that happened last night. So his actions this time are probably supported by the Soul Assembly and even the remnants of the Demon Lord."

The two of them left the police station quickly, and Hound couldn't help but say, "I suspect he has been hiding the magic wand."

"maybe."

"What's his motive? Do you think he wants to highlight his own importance or does he not trust those officials?"

"All."

".You are a little too perfunctory."

"Anyway, I'll be satisfied as long as he doesn't stand on the opposite side. These are more of their internal private affairs. I just want to finish things here quickly and then go to Tokyo to find my teacher. What's going to happen there is a big event that will affect the world." The cowboy yawned, "By the way, have you told those people about what's happening here?"

"Those people? Oh, I did, but they won't show up in public for now. They'll try to wait until they can be caught in one fell swoop."

"It seems that we need a bait."

in the afternoon.

After dealing with another round of press conferences, Olivier returned to the car under protection. He glanced at the nervous head bodyguard and consoled him: "Don't be so nervous. I don't think anyone will attack me for a while. Even if they do, it will be a one-shot kill."

The bodyguard was at a loss whether to laugh or cry after hearing this. Is this really a consolation?
I really miss the time when Abdul was here. He has never been so nervous.

There is a new extraordinary person following him now, but he has never seen this person take action, so he is not sure about his strength and feels unsure.

Feeling the gaze of the bodyguard leader, Mosaic, who was playing the game, felt something and gave him a very friendly smile, then lowered his head to continue playing the game.

The head bodyguard took a quick look and saw paper figures and dialog boxes all over the place, which he couldn't understand.

"Sir, according to the report, there was a traffic accident ahead, and we need to change the route temporarily." The co-pilot's secretary answered the phone and reported, "Or, we can return the same way and wait for the helicopter to pick us up."

Compared to helicopters, Olivier seems to believe in the safety of cars more: "Change the route and try to avoid the crowds."

"Don't worry, drive through first, I can clear the passage." Mosaic put down the game console and said calmly.

The secretary looked at Olivier.

"Thank you for your help." Olivier gave the secretary a wink.

The car continued along the original route and soon arrived at the site of the traffic accident.

A large truck overturned, almost perfectly blocking the road.

Mosaic got out of the car, looked around, then looked at the marks on the ground, took pictures to record them, then opened a bottle of mineral water and sprinkled it next to the car.

"Ah."

He exhaled a breath of cold air, and the water marks under his feet quickly froze. The moisture in the air gathered into the water, and soon a layer of hard ice covered with water marks formed on a large area of ​​ground in front of him.

Mosaic pretended to give a gentle push, and a big hand appeared on the ice and matched his movements, pushing the truck. It slid vertically to one side and then slowly came to a stop, and the water marks below quickly froze.

The passage had been cleared, and he waved his hand again. The ice surface turned into water marks and quickly merged into the ground, as if it had never appeared.

This was the first time Olivier saw him fight. Although it was still hard to tell how strong he was, he should not be just a show-off.

The head bodyguard also breathed a sigh of relief. He understood this, ice magic, and it seemed that the attack power was quite strong. He hoped that he knew spells like Icefall and Frost Storm.

No, isn't this ability set to friendly fire by default?!

In fact, strictly speaking, this is a complex technique composed of temperature control and water manipulation. It is much more difficult to control than fire, but there is no need to explain it to outsiders like them.

If this ability is used skillfully, one can manipulate the flow of water like Mr. Li, forming a puppet, making it lifelike and forming a real living organism, with no trace of manipulation at all.

In comparison, he felt that he was still far behind.

The convoy continued on its way without encountering any emergencies along the way.

The investigation of the truck was also thorough, and it was found that the driver was driving while fatigued and mistook an animal that jumped out for a human, which frightened him and caused an accident. The driver has now regained consciousness and no signs of being controlled were found.

"So if we chose to take a detour, what would have happened along those routes?" Olivierdo asked.

"Nothing happened." The secretary looked at the tablet and shook his head.

Mosaic didn't feel that his efforts were in vain and continued playing the game.

"Don't let your guard down. This might be a strategy to tire out the enemy." Olivier is well versed in military tactics.

(End of this chapter)