Volume 2: The crown and the hat are all over the capital, and the spirit is full of energy and enter the foggy city Chapter 156: The Hanged Man (Part 2)
Subtitle of this chapter: Attack, my agent!
"Hermann, you said you were coming to pick you up... Does that mean you've already hooked up with that guy?"
"Neo, as you said, if you have money, who can't get on board? Besides, that guy is just a small party...what's his name? Oh, right, he's just the leader of the 'Militant Fascists'..."
"Hermann, don't underestimate the fighting fascists and their leaders. You know..."
"Neo, I know you must have asked me to come here for a reason. Actually, the newspaper he publishes, 'La Popolo Italia', is quite interesting. I have to say, your magic is truly amazing. I actually learned Italian in an instant!"
"Hermann, this is just a small spell called 'Languages'. I'll give you a permanent spell called 'Thoroughtongue' later... Um, please wait a moment, I have something to do!"
Master Yuan's "Languages" ability lasts for ten days, not just ten minutes in the original D&D game, making it a pretty powerful skill. However, a first-ring "Languages" only grants the ability to read and understand a certain language, while a third-ring "Tongues" is far more powerful.
Master Yuan, who locked himself in the bedroom with a "ball gag used by Xirik" in his mouth, was interrupted by the task issued by the Master Ball.
"Beep beep beep, this system is issuing a temporary task: let go when it's time to let go."
"Mission Content: Agent No. 1 invites the target to join the SCP Foundation, provided the host does not possess the agent or use skill cards."
"Mission Reward: Successfully complete the mission and the host will be rewarded with an additional agent."
"Failure penalty: The host will lose Agent No. 1! This mission can be rejected."
"Master Ball, let me think about it..."
Yuan Yanshu's biggest concern was his Little Dragon Girl. If there were another vacancies for an agent, he could have Miss Enyuka become his avatar. This would greatly enhance the power and safety of "Lord Fate."
If you think about it this way, this mission comes at the right time.
The most accurate description of the Hanged Man is that he's a typical Latino. Typical Latinos aren't hard to fool. And Master Yuan already had a big promise to make.
Compared to the bigwigs that Lord Justice will come into contact with in the future, this mission target is not difficult and is just a good opportunity for him to practice.
"Master Ball, I'll take this mission!"
"Host, I understand."
“Tap, tap, tap.”
Yuan Yanshu from Washington had just finished her task when she and Mr. Chandler from Milan heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Mr. Heinrich, we are sent by Mr. Mussolini to pick you up."
"Wait a moment, I'll be right there."
Dressed like a wealthy businessman, Lord Justice put on his coat, picked up his hat, and opened the door. Sure enough, two sturdy Latin men stood outside. Their clothes were torn and bloodstained, and one of them had a painted face.
They all politely took off their hats. The oldest one apologized in a tone that wasn't particularly apologetic, "Mr. Heinrich, I'm so sorry. We just ran into some ungrateful scoundrels, so we had to help the police maintain order. We've kept you waiting..."
Well, the Germanic and Latin concepts of time are so different.
For Lord Justice, five minutes was a long time to wait. But for the two Aldite Volunteers, the "long time to wait" was just a polite way of saying it. Is being late for fifty minutes considered late?
Mr. Little Chandler tried not to frown. He had come to Milan by train, so he knew that being fifty minutes late was really nothing in this country.
Didn’t an Italian later say, “I don’t know whether Mussolini is good or bad, but I only know that the trains have been on time since he came to power.”
So he said calmly: "It's okay, can we go now?"
"Of course, please follow us."
The three of them went downstairs and met up with a dozen or so Aldite volunteers. These strong men were holding a flag with a pattern on it of a bunch of sticks tied together with an axe stuck in the middle.
No need to ask, this is "Fascism" from the Latin word fasces. Originally an instrument of torture used by the ancient Romans to punish criminals, it will punish the entire world in the future.
I've heard that Italy, the birthplace of fascism, was so quick to adapt that it was hardly punished. Even after World War II, Italians still flattered themselves by calling themselves the victors and victims of fascism. I really don't know what to say about these Europhile idiots.
They left the hotel in a decent-looking car and a pickup truck. It looked like the leader was in the same car as Lord Justice.
Mr. Chandler Jr. frowned involuntarily as he looked at the injured and wailing protesters on the street.
The older team member said attentively, "Mr. Heinrich, you've seen it too. Milan isn't very safe lately. We're here to protect you."
"I understand. Thank you."
After saying this, he closed his eyes slightly, as if he didn't want to witness such a tragic scene. The team member also knew what to do and kept quiet.
"Neo, are you there? Do you want to go first this time or should I?"
"Herman, don't say that again. It sounds weird... Seriously, you're my most trusted partner, so as long as you don't ask for help, you can handle your own affairs."
Upon hearing this, Lord Justice was moved and said, "Nio, thank you for your trust."
"Hermann, you're welcome. Just remember what I told you..."
“Beep, beep, beep.”
"Mr. Heinrich, we're here... Ah, our leader, Mr. Mussolini, has come out to greet you."
This was the first time that Lord Justice saw Lord Hanged Man, and this first sight left a very good impression on him.
Benito Amilcare Andrea Mussolini, born in 1883, is 38 years old this year, the golden age for men..
"His features were quite simple and natural, very majestic... and he had these beautiful, golden- brown, very piercing eyes. You could understand it, but you couldn't meet his gaze."
This was not the flattery from within the Italian fascists, but what Churchill's wife, Clementine Churchill, said in a letter to her husband.
He also had an athletic physique. The first issue of Fascist Sports, published in 1928, called Mussolini "a leader, a pilot, a swordsman, a knight, and Italy's first athlete."
The only pity is that he is a little short. This Caesar is only 1.6 meters tall, exactly the same height as Churchill.
