Believing that she knew the truth, Audrey couldn't help but imagine the scene described by Viscount Glaint.
Lanevus collapsed in the darkness, in the mud, his body covered with tarot cards. There was The Fool, Justice, The Hanging Man, The Sun, The World, other main cards, and many numbered cards. Some of them were in reverse positions, while others were in normal positions. Some had yet to be flipped open, only revealing their backs. It was as if a large-scale, strange tarot divination was taking place.
Such a scene would definitely be very shocking!
I wonder where the "Justice" card will land …
What will the Beyonders of MI9 and the Church think of this matter? Will they think that a new secret organization has appeared?
Lanevus has the godhood of the True Creator, so what he and the Aurora Order are plotting is definitely not trivial. If they succeed, it will definitely bring a terrible disaster to Baekeland and the kingdom. Yet, such a plot has been stopped so easily and calmly. It has been stopped by a simple mission issued by Mr. Fool!
Is this a game at the level of deities?
Mr. Fool and the True Creator are mortal enemies?
No wonder "He" calls him the Fallen Creator …
…
Thoughts flashed through her mind, and Audrey's body trembled imperceptibly.
"What are you thinking about?" Viscount Glaint, who was sitting opposite her, finally couldn't help but ask in puzzlement.
Audrey suddenly snapped out of her daze and tilted her head slightly with a smile.
"Weren't you the one who wanted me to imagine a corpse covered in tarot cards?"
"Haha." Glaint smiled awkwardly and sighed. "I wonder which secret organization's member killed Lanevus. It's really in line with my imagination of something like this. It's too, too cool!"
It's our Tarot! Audrey replied silently and smiled faintly.
"Maybe it's a powerful Beyonder who doesn't have an organization and acts alone?"
"No matter what, I like this style! Hurry up Xio and Fors and ask them when I'll be able to find the Apothecary formula, "Glaint said excitedly.
Audrey's eyes widened slightly. She looked around and lowered her voice.
"Quiet, lower your voice."
"How can you talk about potion formulas here?"
Glaint smiled nonchalantly. "Don't worry, it's nothing. I've already confirmed it. Other than you and me, there's only one dog here."
The golden retriever, Susie, subconsciously changed her sitting posture.
…
North Baekeland, in a room in the basement of Saint Samuel Cathedral.
Dressed in a black hooded robe with blue eyeshadow and blush, Daly casually found a seat and sat down. She picked up the documents on the table.
Her gaze suddenly froze as her brows furrowed tightly. She seemed to be suppressing something as she asked.
"Lanevus?"
"Why didn't I know about this?"
"Why wasn't I informed of last night's operation?"
Sitting in the seat of honor, Crestet Cesimir, who had once again hidden his chin and lips under his collar, said in a deep voice, "I was worried that you wouldn't be able to control your emotions.
"I was worried that you wouldn't be able to control your emotions, which would bring unnecessary risks to the operation, so I didn't tell you."
"I understand your feelings very well. The Tingen team has a Nighthawk who is currently receiving guidance and training in the Holy Cathedral, preparing to join the Red Gloves. His performance is similar to yours, but as the person-in-charge of the operation and a high-ranking deacon of the Nighthawks, I have to eliminate any unstable factors."
Daly looked at the other Nighthawk captains and deacons who had been gathered and scoffed.
"Why do you think I won't be able to control my emotions? I'm very calm. I won't be impulsive! "
"My anger will only erupt after Lanevus is captured! This is the professionalism of a senior Nighthawk, a deacon! "
"If I capture Lanevus, I'll make him understand that men are also very weak! I'll make sure there's a cold, rotting, but stiff corpse behind his ass. I'll make sure there's a pile of bones filled with barbs and a stench in front of his body. I'll make sure those cold little fellows enter and exit every inch of his body! "
"Damn it! You've let him die just like that! "
Crestet Cesimir looked at Daly calmly and listened to her quietly. Then, he sighed.
Then, he sighed and said, "How long have you been tolerating it?"
Daly froze for a moment. Suddenly, like a deflated balloon, she whispered dejectedly.
"It's been a very long time …"
Cesimir retracted his gaze and looked at the other deacons and captains.
"What did you find?"
"We've preliminarily confirmed that the person who killed Lanevus is a member of the Secret Order. He's a Sequence 8, and his potion name is Clown. He's good at using cards as throwing knives," a deacon reported truthfully. "However, we can't confirm this guess. The tarot cards scattered on the corpse don't seem to be a cover-up. After all, the Beyonder didn't deal with the cards on the wall and Lanevus's head at the same time. We all believe that the final scene was closer to some kind of ritual or symbol. Therefore, we suspect that the Beyonder might belong to an organization that we don't understand yet. Of course, that scene could also be a special habit of his."
Cesimir nodded slightly.
"We can start from this aspect and carry out follow-up investigations."
"Al, what did you discover from the investigation of the informant?"
Al Harson, who had the charm of a middle-aged man, flipped through the paper in his hand.
"We investigated the informant and discovered that his actions were instigated by a bounty hunter."
"In the process of searching for the wanted criminal, Lanevus, the bounty hunter's companion was killed by a member of the Aurora Order. In order to seek revenge, she secretly carried out an investigation and finally locked onto the target at the Workers Alliance Tavern in East Balam Dock. Based on the target's movements, she discovered Lanevus."
"Her actions were basically confirmed by witnesses. There's nothing strange about it. At the same time, we used Beyonder means to confirm that she has no connection with the person who killed Lanevus."
"Now that she's in hiding, it'll be very difficult to find her."
Cesimir added as if in thought, "This is very consistent with Lanevus's description.
"This is very much in line with Lanevus's description. The radical and crazy members of the Aurora Order are a form of aid to his escape."
"Is there any problem with the reporter who went to the Workers Alliance that afternoon?"
Another Nighthawk captain reported, "He's a fake reporter.
According to the information we received from the police department, he's actually a private detective. Previously, he was helping Reporter Mike Joseph of the Daily Observer investigate Siebel's murder. We speculate that he obtained a certain clue and found out about the Dock Union. Thus, he disguised himself and came into contact with everyone suspected of being the murderer. "
"This guess has been confirmed by Eichinger Stanton."
Cesimir grunted in acknowledgment and asked about the others who had recently come into contact with Lanevus. He received no questions one after another.
Towards the end, he deliberated and said,
"The lack of a motive for Lanevus's murder puzzles me. That mysterious murderer deserves our attention. Continue following up on this matter."
"In addition, according to common sense, the Aurora Order definitely wouldn't only have Beyonders at the level of a Rose Bishop or a Hermit Ascetic in a huge city like Baekeland. There would at least be an Oracle, or even a Saint."
"Their plan to welcome the True Creator's descent has failed. With their crazy and irrational characteristics, I'm worried that they will do a series of acts of revenge. All of you have to be on high alert in the near future. I'll also be staying in Baekeland."
"Yes, Your Excellency Cesimir," the deacons and squad leaders replied solemnly.
Crestet Cesimir paused for a few seconds and added, "Tingen's Megose incident and last night's Lanevus incident have revealed a problem.
"The Megose incident in Tingen and the Lanevus incident last night revealed a problem. The factory district, dock area, and East Borough have become hotbeds for evil gods to descend and nurture. Send people to investigate and gather the truest information."
"If it's really as Lanevus described, I'll raise this matter at the Council of Cardinals and officially exert pressure on the kingdom and the government to push for the corresponding changes to be implemented as soon as possible."
…
Klein slept very late before waking up, but it still wasn't bright enough outside. There was still a faint fog, and it was dark and cold.
This doesn't match my somewhat brilliant mood … he mumbled to himself, changed his clothes, took his keys, and returned to Minsk Street without much attention.
After changing his worker's uniform into a shirt and sweater and confirming that no one was investigating him as a private detective, he was completely relieved. He leisurely went out to the butcher's shop to buy food and prepare a sumptuous lunch for himself.
There was some Sun in the afternoon in Baekeland. Klein lazily basked in the sun, as if he didn't want to do anything for a moment.
At forty-five, he took out his golden pocket watch and glanced at it. He returned to his bedroom and went above the gray fog.
After conjuring the fake World and familiarizing himself with the controls, he sat in the high-back chair at the head of the table and sent Sun a reminder to prepare for the gathering.
At exactly three o 'clock in Baekeland, beams of crimson light soared into the magnificent and ancient palace, outlining blurry figures.
Audrey looked straight at the head of the table and said briskly,
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."
"The 'simple' mission you entrusted me with has been completed."
She deliberately emphasized the word "simple" because she wanted to confirm from Mr. Fool if Lanevus had been eliminated by "His" adorer, and if the death scene that was covered in tarot cards was a symbolic symbol of the Tarot.
Klein pretended to smile calmly.
"I already know."
After saying that, he sighed leisurely.
"In such an era, with such a Baekeland, such East Borough, the dock area, and the factory district, it's really a hotbed for evil gods to descend."
What? The Hanging Man Alger was stunned for a moment, suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears.
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