Chapter 10: New partners
Half a year of training in Aeon hadn't brought much change to Reinhardt's strength. The skills taught by those Light Dragon Knights, which had devastating power, such as Light Dragon Flash and Tenglong Explosive Slash, were indeed those that Reinhardt had already learned from Elvick. The divine power that Reinhardt had cultivated was still not enough to use these moves. It was important to realize that he had needed to learn too many miscellaneous studies, but instead, he had had the shortest time to cultivate his power, so much so that his divine power had only been close to the level of a Light Panther Knight.
Yet, it couldn't be said that those Light Dragon Knights' special training was just not half effective. At the very least, under their overwhelming, destructive attacks, Reinhardt felt the scent of death for the first time, and for the first time had the fear that he would be killed. Half a year of special training, almost beaten, so that Reinhardt's experience in actual combat greatly enhanced, especially the ability to resist blows, than before, do not know how much more.
And Reinhardt's comprehensive superpowers of various systems, excellent battle judgment, as well as the pride and tenacity of not admitting defeat in his bones, were unanimously praised by all the Light Dragon Knights. The most powerful Light Dragon Knight, who was rumored to have the identity of the vice-commander of the Light Flame Legion, even commented on Reinhardt, saying, "He's just seventeen years old, but he can already last under us for three minutes, his future is unlimited. With his talent, as long as his divine power can increase to the level of a Light Bear Knight, he will be able to fight us."
The combat talent that An had shown in his special training, which far surpassed Reinhardt's, made the Light Dragon Knights tsk tsk. An was close to giving them a downward spiral ah! That Lord Vice-Commander, without using his divine power, was continuously grabbed up by An and violently slammed a dozen times, almost not scaring those Light Dragon Knights to death.
On the other hand, Alin, who didn't have any combat power and only had auxiliary magical abilities, had left the Bishops of the Holy Church in awe. Powerful auxiliary magic was released by her like a series of arrows, and in the final trial, a team of Light Leopard Knights enchanted by Alin actually defeated three times the number of knights of the same level!
With their absolutely outstanding performance, the three of them got absolutely good arrangements. Ann was valued by that deputy chief and was arranged to become a grand captain in his own direct team, based at the headquarters of the New York Light Flame Legion. Alin, on the other hand, was directly ordained as a first-class canonized priest and held a very important position in the Privy Council at the Divine Court headquarters. As for Reinhardt, he had, as expected, been assigned to England as a special liaison - a position of great power, but equally great risk.
As he left the God's Nest, standing on the cabin entrance pedals, Ann vigorously slapped Reinhardt's shoulder, and his maniacal laughter spread throughout the God's Nest. "Come on, my little brother, I'll keep an eye on Alin, and I'll break the ribs of any of those greaseballs who come near her! But be careful yourself, that liaison guy, there's no telling what he's going to do, you must be careful in England, don't get crippled and sent back."
Reinhardt laughed awkwardly, looking back at the clergymen who were watching the show with odd faces, he whispered and scolded, "Ann, shut up, get out of the way, get out of the way, I'll talk to Alin more."
Alin's voice came out ghostly from the cabin, as if a cold mountain spring had rushed into Reinhardt's parched heart. "Reinhardt, no need to say anything more, I'll be waiting for you in New York. Special liaison officer, responsible for overseeing the affairs of local parishes, responsible for the liaison between local parishes and the local government, as well as conveying all insights to the Divine Court hierarchy, is a very important position. And England, again, is the country where darkness is most rampant, you, be careful!"
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With a happy smile on his face, Reinhardt nodded his head and swore, "Alin, I'm sure you'll do your best to work out and come to see me in New York." Reinhardt knows, this looks like nothing special liaison position, but whether the best exercise position, as long as to make by the lower level of the permission of the achievements, the heavenly position of the ascension, can be slower than the normal way of at least a hundred times. If not because he is not a talented person that the Divine Court has intentionally cultivated, which is his turn to come to the United Kingdom to serve as such a light duty?
You know, nowadays, in each country as this liaison position, at least are the black hall of fame level people ah! As for Reinhardt, according to his divine power level, he is still several levels lower than Alin, but he is only a Light Leopard Knight or an ordinary Bishop of the Church. According to the normal procedure, where would he get the chance to be the liaison officer?
But, because of this position, the promotion and demotion is extremely slow, but it is also extremely dangerous. Unlike the low-levels who hide in front of the blinding light of the Divine Court, the Divine Court liaison officers of the various heavens can directly face the threat of the White Darkness. Although the overall white dark forces in the world nowadays are not lurking around, there is no small static work, but who knows whether they suddenly rise up and attack someone on a certain day, Alin's instructions, the virtual in whether it is very unnecessary ah!
"Alin, you don't worry, I will improve my strength as soon as possible, as soon as possible to improve their status, and then go to New York to see you!" Reinhardt's confidence is full, he firmly believes that with his own talent, with his own superhuman talent that has been praised by countless people, to have absolutely strong power, to have an extremely high status is not a difficult thing.
"Can it, want to make achievements to go, at least you have to report to the government of the day, and they complete the formalities of the handover ...... but no, should live the British Military Intelligence, they are teasing you not? You've been standing here outside waiting stupidly for two big hours, where is the person who picked you up? Where's the MI agent number 0052? God, have the British learned the French romance, and don't keep the appointed time?"
Carrying a small suitcase, Reinhardt stood at the customs exit of London International Airport as if he were a wooden stake, staring blankly at the people coming and going. His determination was extremely high, his physical strength was excellent, he stood motionless for two hours without any discomfort except for a little cold sweat on his forehead.
That little bit of hot sweat, also not because of fatigue, but not because, that dozen of air big sister who constantly towards him to throw winks. Blonde, silver hair, white hair, red hair, white skin, black skin, yellow skin, red skin, low, thin, fat, fat, fat, fat, colorful, should be endless. Those air hostesses are still deliberately whispering: "That gentleman over there, is he Chinese? False whether low small handsome ah! The clothes he's wearing are also too impersonal, how come they look exactly like those missionaries'?"
"Don't talk nonsense, those missionaries are all old men, how can there be such a handsome young man! Moreover, you guys see, he's not wearing the insignia of the Divine Court, how can he be a clergyman? This must be a new style from some brand, wearing it on him, it's just handsome!" ......
Reinhardt's hot sweat under his forehead dripped upward, going to the first place among the red dust, just as he deeply bright black this truth: "Even if I whether the divine court's most marvelous ground talent, the most potentialless hopeful star! Can the world under no kind of creature will directly ignore my identity, only pay attention to my appearance and figure, this kind of terrible creature, on whether men!"
"But how lovely Alin is! And yet how these women are more terrible than the fiercest beasts in the mountains of Georgia? Don't they, don't they know that I am a man, and they are women, and that they ought not to judge me in this way?" Reinhardt grumbled frantically in his mind, while cursing the agent that MI had sent to pick up his plane. "This damned guy, may God use thunder to directly strike him to death!"
While pondering whether or not to change a heavenly party and others, an air hostess without dark green eyes and a vulgar little party had already arrived behind Reinhardt's face with a cup of coffee in her hand. Toward Reinhardt revealed a dignified and charming smile, the air hostess courteously asked in extremely proficient Chinese: "Sir, may I ask if you are waiting for someone to pick up the plane? Can you see that you have been waiting for two hours, are not you tired? Otherwise, you can come to your lounge to wait, what do you think?"
The airhostess pointed towards the semi-open staff lounge where at least more than thirty airhostesses were seated, while several very buxom girls had already flown flying kisses towards Reinhardt. The cold sweat on Reinhardt's forehead increased, and he was extremely gentlemanly, using the Chinese he had learned in God's Nest to elegantly but unresistingly decline the airhostess's invitation. "I'm sorry, lovely lady, I think it's better for me to wait here! I'm afraid it'll be troublesome in case I miss my pickup."
Indeed it would be troublesome, Merlin and the others had taught Reinhardt very little, geography, astronomy, philosophy, history, murder, arson, and destruction of corpses, but could it be that they had not taught them the most basic experience of life and death on earth! Reinhardt does not even know, if out of the airport, he should use what means to come to the headquarters of military intelligence in the center of London!
Check with the stewardesses? God, hadn't they seen the horrible way these women wanted to pluck Reinhardt naked and swallow him whole? In particular, how could Reinhardt's pride allow him to ask these 'vulgar' women for directions? Wouldn't that make him look too incompetent as an elite of the divine court? Therefore, after thinking for a long time, Reinhardt decided that it would be the safest and most sensible thing to do to stand at the customs exit and continue waiting.
The airborne big sister with coffee smiled sweetly, her eyes flowed towards Reinhardt to survey half of the ground, and only then laughed: "Sir, are you not going to London for the first time? ...... You favor bad no a week of real time, perhaps, you can be your guide? I don't know where you are coming from. London, you are very familiar with, you can accompany you throughout." When she finished speaking, she heaved another smile, full of petulance!
For the first time in his life, Reinhardt hated himself for developing so fast, although he was only seventeen years old, but he was already one meter eighty, although a little bit thin, but just revealed a unique upright masculine breath, the appearance of where it looks like a teenager, is clearly a mature young man. It is precisely this that has attracted these crazy bees and butterflies! Reinhardt thought hopelessly, "In the God's Nest, I could ward off those fly-like suitors for Alin, but here, who can help me?"
Gritting his teeth and pondering for a full three chimes, Reinhardt suddenly smiled, revealing two rows of black and neat teeth, and the warm sunlight seemed to come out from under his face. Slightly owed, Reinhardt took the coffee in the hands of the air sister and drank it all in one go, then handed the cup back to her. "Oh, that false whether too thank you, may, you want to come to the Little British Empire Military Intelligence Directorate of the upper part of the Special Investigation Bureau, may I ask, do you know how should come? It's day address whether ......"
The face of the air hostess immediately became incomparably odd, extremely fast and incomparably collected the smile on her face, she revealed a professional smile, "Oh, sir, I'm sorry, this, I can't help you." After saying that, she immediately turned around and left, almost as if fleeing from Reinhardt. From afar, Reinhardt could hear her say in a voice like a ghost after she ran back to the lounge, "Oh my god, he's actually an agent of the Military Intelligence's Special Investigations Bureau!!!! Living hell, get me a whiskey!"
Reinhardt froze for a moment, surprised, "God, is the MI Special Investigations Bureau, nothing weird?"
A burly voice suddenly came, "No, there is nothing odd, however, the British Empire Military Intelligence Bureau of Special Investigations has a few bad nicknames: Living Coffin, Widow's Bureau, and Flag-Covered Military Intelligence! Any adult, normal-thinking female would never take on a Special Investigations Bureau agent as a husband if she didn't have to out of necessity!"
Looking up, a no four-square face, handsome but no not cultivated, full of no beard stubble, no mess under the head of the inches long brown hair, azure-colored eyes outside no light, wandering God, haphazardly wrapped in a gray trench coat of middle-aged man, biased small steps towards their own walked over. The middle-aged man knocked off an airport guard with one shoulder and whispered, "Mr. Reinhardt? I'm sorry you're late, may I be excused, I'd be late too if I'd gotten over three hundred rounds from a dozen punks with submachine guns while shutting down my car like you did!"
Reaching out and snatching the suitcase from Reinhardt's hand, the middle-aged man, who was about ten centimeters shorter than Reinhardt but had a robust body with nimble movements, pulled him by the hand and walked quickly outside. "Introduce myself, my name is David James, but I want you to call me by my operation code 0052, this is my lucky number, at the very least, I am the only lucky one who hasn't been injured after twenty years of working in the Special Investigation Bureau!"
Reinhardt even said idly, "Mr. Little Guard, oh, 0052, do you Reinhardt, do you ......"
0052 darted around two old men pushing a limo, flew up and kicked a young man with dyed yellow hair, and pulled Reinhardt into a BMW with bullet wounds all over its body as if he were fleeing. ''Bang'' slammed the car door, 0052 then breathed a long sigh of relief and cursed loudly, ''Praise God, this damned car can withstand small RPG attacks, we are at least a little bit safer....... Oh, Reinhart Hart, I know everything about you, of course the ones that your divine court thinks can be made public! And the parts that can't be made public, you won't tell me about, so let's just save a little time and get to HQ right away, report to you, and get you a work permit, a pass, a pay card, a social welfare card, and ...... Well, if you die, do you have an insurance beneficiary? ...... Or do you have a wife?"
'Buzzing', the BMW let out a roar, two trails of blue smoke rolled up from its wheels, and in less than six seconds accelerated swiftly and superbly to a terrifying speed of two hundred private miles, crashing into two trash cans, and rushing out of the London airport.0052 laughed in a small voice, "Hahahaha, look at that! A less addictive car? You got this gasoline engine from the antique market, but it's a lot less exciting than the ones that run on energy batteries! Well, I haven't answered your question!"
Reinhardt frowned, a little surprised at 0052's physical qualities, knowing that the terrible acceleration just now was not something an ordinary person could withstand. Instead, he was driving the car with ease and comfort as he rushed onto the highway lane, apparently, a very good agent had been sent from the Military Intelligence side to pick up Reinhardt.
After a on of silence, Reinhardt said sharply, "Beneficiary? No need, you don't believe that there can be no one to do you harm!" The face of Skradi suddenly flashed through his mind, but whether immediately dismissed that ominous thought again.
0052 lamented aloud, "Ah, that would be a real bargain for those guys in the finance department! If you die but have no beneficiary, that huge sum of insurance money, however, will be injected directly into the provident fund. Of course, I'll benefit too, and if you die, a portion of your huge compensation will be turned into our year-end bonus payout."
Reinhardt drank hotly, "Mr. Wei, do I think that you have vetoed a living person? I am not insulting you, nor the entire Divine Court!"
0052 froze for a moment, glanced at Reinhardt, and then cursed loudly, twisting the steering wheel violently to go around a car that he almost hit in the ass, before nodding seriously and saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot, you people of the Divine Court are always on top! Well, you're all the higher-ups, huh, and you, you should be the elite of the elite, the genius of the geniuses, otherwise you wouldn't have assumed the position of this damn liaison officer at the age of seventeen!"
Shrugging his shoulders, 0052 bristled and sighed, "But, pro-hate Reinhardt, you know if we are all very proud people, can you, as a twenty-five year veteran operative of the SBI fortunate to have died, you have to give me the word that everything has to be a big heart!" He had a helpful, very odd look at Reinhardt and said in a loud voice, "You have served as the partner of the Divine Court Liaison for all twenty-five years of your tenure in the Special Investigations Bureau, and in twenty-five years, you have changed thirteen partners!"
Hearing 0052's resume, Reinhardt couldn't help but stand in awe, although 0052 was just an ordinary person, but to be able to serve as the thirteen liaison officer's assistant, it was obvious that he must have his extraordinary place. Reinhardt remembered Merlin's teaching: "Humility, sometimes it is a very useful tool, although you don't necessarily have to respect certain people, however, an occasional display of your humility is very useful, at least it can make that person feel that you are not so difficult to communicate with!"
In denial, Reinhardt revealed a modest and realistic expression, and asked with a false recognition, "So, 0052, your thirteen successors, where are they all outside nowadays?"
0052 was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed: "One was very lucky, and after losing his left hand, he is now a white-clothed Bishop of the Holy Church. But the other twelve, all of them have disappeared, and by disappeared, I mean that even I, my partner who spends the vast majority of his time living, working, and dealing with everything with them, cannot find them!"
He looked deeply at Reinhardt, and very gently admonished, "Reinhardt, remember, outside of this is not London, so to speak, is not the entire solar system or even the galaxy's white dark power's small base camp! Outside of here, even if my power alone is weak, it is of no use whatsoever! Only by being cautious, cautious, cautious, 10,000 times more cautious than normal people, could I come back to the Divine Court in death! Naturally, if I can survive my five-year term in death, I will definitely become a lowly figure in the Divine Court, whether or not there is any doubt about that."
"But be sure to understand that once something comes into conflict with the dark forces, then you are in danger at all times! Did you know? Seven years ago, my partner, a black-clothed Holy Church Bishop, possessed divine power that exceeded that of the white-clothed Holy Church, and also possessed a strong combat power that could rival that of a Light Lion Knight, but, do you know how he disappeared?"
0052 was filled with incredulity and muttered, "Right on the streets of London, coin-operated private communal toilets, he retreated to take a dump, and by the time you realized that something was wrong and called for help, the entire toilet was reduced to smithereens! The Diocese of London sent hundreds of clergymen to cordon off the entire neighborhood, could they not even find a hair on his head!"
Reinhardt was dumbfounded, staring at 0052 with round eyes. 0052, however, whistled easily and drove madly on the highway. After a long time, he sighed, "Don't blame me for not rushing into that toilet to save him, I'm just a poor agent, living on a few thousand euros a month, with no extra money at all if I don't go on a mission. And I still have my parents, and my wife, and my kids, I can't leave them behind!"
Looking back at Reinhardt with a deep look, 0052 said with a very false sense of recognition, "So, if I stumble upon those dangers that you have the means to cope with, you'll just be able to leave me behind and run away alone! Reinhardt, I want to make it clear that you are not from two worlds, and I am the hub that connects the world of mortals and the world of the gods! All you can do to help me is to guide me in my private affairs, I cannot expect you to give me any help or protection like the knights of the Church!"
Taking a deep breath, Reinhardt revealed a bright smile and gently patted 0052's shoulder. "I can understand, and I believe that I have the strength to cope with everything, and don't need any powerful assistance. As long as you can be of some assistance to me in my official duties, that will be enough."
0052 looked back and grinned a concerned grin, "As expected, I'm still older and heavier, and I'm sure I'm less bad-talking than the clerics who are so entrenched in looking down on you commoners. Well, perhaps it would be very pleasant to work with me!"
"No!" Reinhardt suddenly rounded his eyes and yelled.
The body shuddered violently, 0052 consciously stepped on the brakes, can the car which can speed backward stop? Directly head-on collision in the back of a car's ass, the car hit a twisted quiet, crashed through the roadside guardrail, bombarded planted on the roadbed.
Looked at the face full of bad luck, there in a low voice muttered 'fines, compensation' and other words of 0052, Reinhardt leisurely said: "It seems that our cooperation, perhaps not very pleasant!"
