"Priest Iqus, over here!"
When Tres Iqus arrived at the international platform of Gare Central, Professor was already there. He carried a light trunk. With an unfriendly expression on his face, he held his hand out.
"This is odd. You're not injured? But it seems there has been a lot of fun in my absence. Was Archbishop D'Este secured?"
"Negative. Alfonso D'Este has been on the run since the Silent Noise incident."
There were many policemen at the station today, as a result of the terrorist incident that happened a few days ago.
Tres casually checked that no one was too close before speaking again: "Nightroad arrived in Cologne two hours ago. He has made contact with the informant here. It is going as predicted."
"Ugh. Such boring work. The incident in Spain with the syndicate kidnapping was just the first step. Now it's more boring work for me. I need a bold criminal, one that is going to really challenge my brain. It's a total waste!"
Professor knocked some ash out of the pipe that he was smoking.
Only yesterday, he had solved and eliminated a trafficking syndicate in Spain. Finally the incident had been solved, and he had been about to return to Rome, when he was given new orders. He let out a loud sigh. "Well, I'm here now. I guess life is short. Anyway, what is the situation, Father Tres? My incompetent student is still alive?"
"The details of Watteau s well-being will be part of the briefing when everyone is here," Tres replied calmly as he looked at the train that had just entered the platform with his calculating glass eyes. After confirming that the train departed from Prague via Berlin, he robotically walked toward it. "This mission will involve three people, and it is to ensure the safety of Huge de Watteau and crush Count Four. The members are to work closely. These are orders from Duchess of Milan."
"Three? So who is the other?" Professor asked. The train suddenly let out a burst of steam from its engine. With a heavy clunking noise, the doors of the second-class carriage opened. Professor looked up to see who would emerge, and his eyebrow immediately shot up when he saw. "I see. He is the third. The duchess is always spot-on."
The man called out as he walked down the gangway iron to the platform: "William! Long time, no see! You look well. You too, Father Tres. It must have been a year." He looked exhausted from the journey, but his stoic face had broken into a smile when he saw who had come to meet him.
"Hello, AX member Father Vaclav Havel."