Operation Red Book

"What do you want to ask?"

Arnold was floating in the air, with the black sickle shining with cold light pressed under him.

He looked down at Ivy, his eyes scanning her up and down very unfriendly.

"Why do you collect human souls?"

"Dedicated to the great Lord of Hell, Lord Satan."

"Why give it to him?"

"The orders of Lord Satan cannot be disobeyed."

"Who is your leader?"

"Lord Satan, of course."

"I'm asking your superiors."

Arnold did not continue to reply. He lowered his arrogant eyes and his eyebrows twitched unnaturally.

He hesitated for a long time, as if he had thought of ten thousand reasons to refuse.

Finally, he looked away and slowly opened his lips.

"He is a great man."

"Is it the olive one?"

"The devil has no specific form. He can be whatever he wants to be."

A glimmer of pride flashed in Arnold's eyes, as if he was bragging about a remarkable relative in his family.

"Oh……"

Ivy curled the corners of her mouth, and the tense atmosphere suddenly became more intense.

"I'm sure you've heard about the Florence Orphanage incident."

"Jasper," Arnold blurted out without thinking.

"A notorious demon, he is as boring as that woman Grace... Of course, he is no match for my lord."

"Is he related to you?"

"Don't insult our GH."

"So is he related to the Chinese wharf?"

"He did it all."

"You were the one who did the puppet incident. I know that."

"Oh."

The topic ended and the two seemed to be in a stalemate.

Arnold kept his lips tightly closed, and Ivy stared at Arnold's long golden hair.

Outside the field, Holmes quietly grasped the pistol at his waist.

The war is about to break out, waiting for a small signal from the other side.

However, Ivy did not give him the look that everyone expected. She slowly walked forward and placed the wand in Arnold's palm.

The whole movement was smooth and natural, without any hesitation.

"What are you doing!" Holmes couldn't help but yell at Ivy.

"What's wrong? It's just a stick. Is it as useful as a Gatling gun?"

Ivy shrugged and scoffed.

Arnold's expression changed immediately, he pursed his lips, and his eyes darkened.

Beatrice was the first to retort: ​​"You ignorant child! That was made by Uriel himself, something from the underworld!"

"Is it strange?" Ivy spread her hands. "I just came out of the mirror of the underworld. That mirror is much more beautiful than this magic wand."

"You entered the Mirror of the Underworld? How can you enter a place like that casually?"

Arnold narrowed his eyes, his expression solemn, as if he remembered something important.

"I was framed."

Ivy's tone was full of fearlessness.

"But I know who framed me. After all, not many people know about the vampire lord."

"Of course, there are even fewer people who want to kill me."

"For example... the vampire named Dalton, eh, was he accused by GH to frame me?"

Arnold's eyes flickered, but he said nothing.

"I guess not, otherwise Beatrice wouldn't have risked her life to come and save me. The leader of an organization wouldn't make such a stupid mistake as issuing two contradictory orders."

"Ah oh!"

Ivy cheered in surprise, but there was no smile in her eyes.

"Congratulations! Your organization has found an undercover agent!"

"Shut up!"

Arnold was completely enraged. He rolled over and kicked the handle of the sickle high.

"Dangdang!"

The white skull drew an arc in the air and swept straight towards Ivy's neck.

The incident happened suddenly, and Ivy had no time to dodge. She stiffened her legs and watched the spinning black blade getting closer and faster...

Suddenly, the clothes on her back were pulled up heavily, and then an unknown force grabbed her arms.

"what!"

The recoil was so strong that Ivy couldn't control her body at all.

She retreated straight back, much faster than the sickle.

"Lower your head!"

She felt a warm breath by her ear, and the man pressed her head down hard, sliding to the ground with her.

The black sickle flew over the heads of the two people, cutting off a strand of Ivy's black hair that she didn't have time to let fall.

"Huh...huh..."

Ivy gasped for breath, her heart thumping with relief at having survived the disaster.

"I'm sorry, Ivy..."

The warmth beside his ears had not yet dissipated, Joshua touched Ivy's head, his tone full of sadness.

"Shocked you."

Ivy's nose felt sore, and her eyes followed suit.

She didn't need to turn around to understand...

This is the real Joshua, the brave, desperate, calm and rational Joshua.

"Put your hands up! Quickly!"

Holmes pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed the black muzzle at the tall black shadow.

"I want to take Beatrice, the wand, and the man who can control time."

Arnold spoke calmly, suppressing his anger as he caught the Grim Reaper's scythe that was slowly floating back.

"I agree!"

Beatrice twisted her upper body, but was kicked into submission by Bell.

"No one is allowed to leave."

The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, frost climbed up the iron window behind Arnold, and froze the dripping raindrops.

The floor was also covered with ice blue, from Victor to Arnold, extending from the soles of his feet to his waist.

"SCO really needs to strengthen its defenses. They can come and go as they please. What do you think this place is?"

Victor spoke slowly, his tone calm and without any ripples.

"The local councillors need to go through layers of documents for approval. We are also public servants. It is very rude to come and disturb them without saying anything."

Victor raised his hand, and the lake blue ice ball in his palm instantly turned into several ice cones.

The ice cone slowly changed direction as the fingers moved, and the tip rushed straight towards Arnold.

"You have endangered social safety and plunged London into panic. You should be brought to justice."

"Catch me, so what?"

Arnold held the sickle in his hand and said with a sinister smile.

"Where can you put me? Scotland Yard, or Nick Sala?"

"Hehehe...Niksala has been abandoned for a long time! With the previous experience as a lesson, why don't you stop right now?"

"How about handing you over to Lord Uriel?"

Victor replied calmly, looking straight ahead, his light blue eyes like an Arctic glacier.

"The bounty in the underworld is quite high. I talked to Uriel and found out that a high-level wanted person like you can be exchanged for two Ursol gems."

"Really?" Beatrice's eyes lit up.

Arnold glared at Beatrice fiercely, his eyes seemed to be spewing flames, and his tone was full of cruelty.

"That old guy Uriel never cared about me at all..."

"I just escaped from the cage of the underworld. Do you think I'm afraid of that damn place?"

"How about having Raphael escort you?"

The smile froze in an instant, Arnold tilted his head like a crow, and the anger in his eyes turned into astonishment.

"I heard there were some conflicts between you. You are afraid of him, right?"

"Nonsense!"

"Very good. I'll catch you first and someone will contact Raphael."

Victor said no more. He suddenly raised his hand and several ice cones shot towards Arnold like arrows.

"drink!"

Arnold swung his sickle and chopped at the ice cone with all his strength.

"boom--"

Without the expected shattering or explosion, the ice cone turned into countless ice chips the moment it met the blade.

The ice fragments climbed up the blade along the tip of the knife, and soon locked Arnold's entire arm.

"hateful!"

With his arms firmly pinned, Arnold couldn't help but let out a vicious curse.

Another sharp ice cone formed in the air, this time aimed at Arnold's head.

"Please take a nap for an hour..."

"Still not."

A strange voice sounded from behind Arnold.

The man's voice was extremely hoarse and echoing, as if there were three voices, one male and one female, each of them old and young.

In any case, it didn't belong to anyone in this room.

A ball of green fire enveloped Arnold's entire body, and the ice evaporated and disappeared in a short while.

Victor twitched his eyes, and he quickly pushed out the ice cone, but it was shattered by a ball of green flame.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

The sound continued, and the others quickly got into the state of shock.

But before Ivy could pick up the electric whip beside her, a green hurricane suddenly hit the room.

The hurricane moved at an extremely fast speed, leaving no grass behind wherever it passed.

Ivy felt something was wrong, but she didn't resist and let the hurricane sweep her into the air.

"You're back... I missed you so much..."

Before falling into coma, a familiar voice sounded from the hurricane.

It was close yet not close, sometimes far away, and it tightly clung to Ivy's left ear.

Crisp, green, full of joy, full of affection...