In Queens, Earl Hall's luxurious villa.
Audrey held a white napkin and watched as the maid cut the bacon for her, placed the double-sided well-done omelets, spread jam on the soft bread, and added sauce to the grilled mushrooms.
In a real noble family, there were many types of maids. In addition to personal maids, there were also maids for different bedrooms, study maids, living room maids, guest room maids, costume maids, shoe maids, jewelry maids, dining maids, laundry maids, kitchen maids, and so on. There was a strict correspondence, with one maid for each task.
Although this was a waste of manpower to a large extent, to the nobles, decency was everything. Unless they had a lot of debt, they would not lower their requirements in this aspect.
Audrey took a sip of the reddish-brown tea, letting the faint aroma of malt and rose linger in her mouth.
At that moment she heard her father, Earl Hall, a member of the House of Lords and a powerful banker, mutter into the newspaper in his hand:
"The Aurora Order is really crazy."
Aurora Order? Audrey blinked and asked curiously,
"Did they do anything?"
"Oh, baby, you wouldn't want to know. They actually assassinated the Intis ambassador, Bakerland. It doesn't do them any good." Earl Of Hall shook his head as he flipped through the newspaper.
Audrey's elder brother, the Earl's eldest son, Hibbert Hall, swallowed the roasted mushroom in his mouth and expressed his opinion.
"Perhaps they want to destroy the relationship between the Kingdom and Intis, allowing the war to spread from the colonies to the Northern Continent."
This noble had a handsome face and brilliant blonde hair. No matter from which angle one looked at him, he had the beauty of a classical sculpture.
"No, if that's the case, they wouldn't have left so much obvious evidence. Besides, there are too many new policies in the kingdom that are about to be implemented. We need some time to stabilize the environment. We won't start a war rashly. What happened last night was reported in the newspapers this morning. There are details of the process and the specific murderer. It's enough to explain the thoughts of His Majesty and the ministers." The Earl Of Hall pointed at his son.
Audrey listened to her father and brother discuss this issue in a daze. It took her a while to react.
Bakerland was assassinated?
Mr. A succeeded?
Was he really from the Aurora Order?
He purposely exposed that it was the Aurora Order who did it, just to prove that he was the one who did it, and that he wasn't trying to cheat them of the final payment?
This is too fast and efficient. I just made the first payment yesterday afternoon, and I heard the result this morning. It's a good result!
While Audrey was astonished, there was also an uncontrollable joy, and besides the joy, there was also an instinctive fear.
The mission entrusted by Mr. Fool's adorer was completed so easily. It was definitely something to be happy about, but the strength and action displayed by Mr. A and the Aurora Order behind him made Audrey subconsciously feel afraid.
Hmm, fortunately, I've already communicated with Gretlin yesterday and reached a loan agreement. As a viscount, he should've successfully raised the money without attracting attention … I'll pay the final payment to Mr. A in the next two days through Xio and Fors. I definitely can't do it myself … I can't attend Mr. A's gatherings for the next one or two months either. Thankfully, I have other circles … Audrey took a bite of the soft bread with jam in a reserved manner.
When breakfast came to an end, a small cake with cream, cherries, and strawberries was placed on her plate. She, who had calmed down, suddenly felt a little complacent.
Mr. The Hanging Man still wishes to participate in this mission, but he might've only completed the preliminary mission … It's already over … It's his fault for being at sea ~ Audrey was in a good mood as she tasted the dessert with a smile.
…
In Hillston Borough, Xio and Fors looked at the newspaper in front of them without doing anything for a long time.
"… This was done by Mr. A, right?" Xio looked at her friend in shock and puzzlement.
Fors turned the stone bracelet on her wrist and shook her head in confusion.
"Perhaps."
"I know about the Aurora Order, but I don't know if Mr. A is a member of the Aurora Order."
"He should be. After all, we just gave him 2,000 pounds yesterday. There shouldn't be anyone else who wants to assassinate Ambassador Bakerland …" Xio said with uncertainty.
Fors was silent for a few seconds before she suddenly sighed.
"Regardless of whether Mr. A did it or not, we have to give him the remaining 8,000 pounds. At present, no one can prove that he didn't do it. If we still want to stay in this circle, we can't go back on our word!"
"Anyway, we're not the ones paying … Besides, we still have 500 pounds to pay!" As she spoke, Xio suddenly became happy.
"The problem is that I have a nagging feeling that it'll be very dangerous to look for Mr. A again …" Fors pondered. "When it's time to pay the final payment, I'll go by myself. That'll be good for both of us."
"But …" Xio was instinctively worried.
"You'll affect my escape if you follow me," Fors said in a disdainful tone as she shook the bracelet on her wrist.
"Alright," Xio replied helplessly as she scratched her short, coarse blonde hair.
Just as the two of them were feeling uneasy about this matter, Mr. A's new message was passed to them through a secret communication channel. He told them not to look for him, but to deposit the remaining balance into several anonymous accounts in different banks.
Phew … Xio and Fors heaved a sigh of relief.
In a basement that was as spacious as a temple, Mr. A, wearing a hooded black robe, knelt in the darkness and whispered piously.
In front of him was a statue that was nearly three meters tall. It was a statue of a man whose legs were tied up by chains.
This person had a single vertical eye unique to giants. His arms were stretched out horizontally, forming a cross.
At this moment, a man in a black robe came in and reported humbly,
"Mr. A, I've already passed the message."
"Very good," Mr. A said without turning his head.
The black-robed man asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?
"Why don't you let us investigate who commissioned this mission?"
Mr. A lowered his head and said indifferently,
"There's no need."
"You have to remember that this is a critical period."
"We need to throw the continent into chaos. We need to attract the attention of others as much as possible to welcome the return of the Lord!"
"Hahaha, cough, cough, cough …"
Mr. A suddenly laughed, then coughed violently, coughing so hard that he prostrated himself on the ground.
"Cough, cough!"
He coughed out blood-colored fragments, and after these fragments fell to the ground, they were still squirming as if they were alive.
The black-robed man immediately lowered his head and pretended not to see anything.
After a long while, Mr. A finally calmed down.
He crawled forward, his mouth pressed to the ground, and he licked back all the blood-colored fragments he had coughed up.
…
126 New Year Road, Hillston Borough.
The relaxed Klein didn't follow Doragu Gale this time. Instead, he chose his mistress, Erica Taylor, as his target. After all, it required two people to have an affair.
The beautiful blonde, who had exquisite makeup on, arrived at the Quelaag Club in a rental carriage early in the morning. Klein carried a suitcase containing a portable camera and all kinds of disguises and followed her in.
Wearing the club's White Frost badge on his chest, he asked the delicate maid in charge of reception today, "Is there a room to rest in?"
The maid in a black-and-white dress smiled politely.
"Yes, please follow this attendant upstairs."
Klein nodded slightly. Under the lead of the red-vested attendant, he walked up the stairs to the second floor, just in time to see Erica Taylor enter a lounge by the street.
"Do you want to see the pedestrians on the street, or the tennis court at the back?" the red-vested attendant asked attentively.
"Facing the street," Klein replied, feigning casualness.
Under the red-vested attendant's arrangements, his and Erica Taylor's rooms were two rooms apart, and he could also see the street outside the club's main entrance.
How should I take pictures later? Find an opportunity to sneak in, hide in the room, or climb through the window and climb the pipes outside? Neither of these methods can hide the exaggerated flash, but the latter can disguise me as an outsider secretly taking pictures, so that no one will suspect me and expel me … However, this would be easily detected by Doragu and Erica … Use a charm to put them to sleep? No, that would make the photo less convincing. It has to be a scene from the process …
There's only one chance, so I have to take a good enough picture … This isn't my area of expertise. I'm no art master … If it were Old Neil, he would definitely try to construct a new ritualistic magic, a ritualistic magic specifically used to hide the flash of the camera. Of course, the Goddess might not respond to him …
As Klein deliberated over his next move, he saw Miss Bodyguard appear in a silver mirror in the room.
She was still wearing the black Gothic regal dress and a small bonnet of the same color. Her hair was pale gold, her face was pale, and her features were exquisite.
"Do you have a way to hide the flash of the camera?" Klein asked casually.
Just as he said that, he saw the surface of the silver mirror ripple as a slightly transparent palm suddenly extended out.
Miss Bodyguard crawled out of the silver mirror like a ghost and walked in front of Klein.
She nodded slightly and said, "Sure."
She bent down and leaned over, slowly fusing into the camera's lens!
Klein looked at this horrifying scene with his mouth slightly agape. It took him a long time to snap to his senses. He picked up the portable camera and tried taking a picture in his lounge.
The effect was better than he expected. The flash was limited to the vicinity of the lens, and the image was rather good.
Perhaps it should be called a "Paranormal Camera" now … Klein lampooned as he took the camera, came to the window, and waited patiently.
Before long, he saw Doragu Gale arrive in a carriage.
On the other side, Erica Taylor also saw her lover. She hurriedly left the lounge and went to the first floor to welcome him.
Seizing the opportunity, Klein used his tarot cards to open the door to her room and carefully hid in the cupboard where the extra bedsheets and blankets were placed.
The surrounding darkness reminded him of last night, the strange and terrifying Nimblewright Master Rosago.
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