In the carriage outside the Quelaag Club.
"The Desire Apostle isn't necessarily equal to Patrick Jason Beria? Do you think we might have been misled? " After hearing Klein's words, Ikanser didn't scoff, disdain, or belittle him. Instead, he seriously discussed the problem with him.
Not a bad deacon … But it might also be because he often uses the magic mirror called Arrodes. No matter how bad or sharp his temper is, it will be smoothed out … Klein praised inwardly and nodded sincerely.
"This is my personal opinion, out of caution.
"It's very simple to verify it. Ask the magic mirror for the location of the Desire Apostle, not Patrick Jason Beria."
Ikanser pressed down his hat and said, "That makes sense."
"That makes sense."
His expression turned solemn again as he looked at the magic mirror in his hand.
"Deacon Ikanser, if you get any clues here, the Devil will definitely be able to detect it," Klein reminded him.
"That's true." Ikanser turned his head to the two team members and said, "Continue to protect Mr. Moriarty in secret. Even if the Desire Apostle were to attack, the three of you will be able to hold him off for a long time. Furthermore, there are military personnel nearby."
"Yes, deacon!" the two Machinery Hivemind members answered without hesitation.
Ikanser immediately left and rushed to where the Nighthawks were, which was where Eichinger Stanton was.
The Spellsinger of God has been lured away, and the Sealed Artifact of the Church of the Goddess has already been dispatched … If the Desire Apostle really does take action, it will definitely be this afternoon … I hope I can make it in time. I hope that the magic mirror can give the correct answer … But if that's the case, I won't have a chance to get involved. I won't be able to see the Devil that's endangering everyone die with my own eyes. I won't be able to come into contact with his suitcase filled with cash, gold bars, gold coins, and jewelry … Klein sighed as he looked at Ikanser's back in disappointment.
But he quickly regained his mood.
That's good too. At least I don't have to take the risk, and I can safely resolve this crisis.
Furthermore, the Machinery Hivemind will definitely not mistreat me. If it really succeeds, my views and suggestions will definitely be placed in a very important position. Furthermore, I'm a believer of the God of Steam and Machinery. According to the style of the major Churches, they'll probably give me a portion of the harvest … With the premise of 50,000 pounds, it won't be too little …
Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
However, he would not take the risk and get involved.
The Magicians never performed unprepared!
It's still too tight and rushed. It didn't give me any time to plan … Klein nodded at the two Machinery Hivemind members, got out of the carriage, and returned to the Quelaag Club. Just in case, he got an attendant to reserve a lounge for him.
…
Hillston Borough, Eichinger Stanton's living room.
Leonard Mitchell combed his slightly unruly black hair and followed Captain Sostel's instructions. With the help of the other Nighthawks, he struggled to put on the silver full-body armor that was stained with blood.
He pulled down his visor, hiding his green eyes in the deep darkness. Then, he stretched out his left hand, which was wearing a silver metal glove, and took the magic mirror from Ikanser.
Within the Church of Steam and Machinery, this silver mirror's code name was "2-111."
"It's only a Grade 2 Sealed Artifact?" Sostel asked in surprise.
Ikanser nodded.
"Yes, it's not very dangerous."
At the end of his sentence, his tone suddenly sounded like he was gnashing his teeth.
"In other words, it has reached the standard of a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact in all other aspects?" Sostel asked thoughtfully.
Ikanser glanced at him warily.
"Only in certain aspects."
He refused to reveal any more information.
At this moment, Leonard gently stroked the surface of the silver mirror with his right hand, and the living room suddenly fell silent.
After repeating it three times, he said in a deep voice,
"Honorable Arrodes, my question is, where is the Desire Apostle who attacked Eichinger Stanton?"
The entire house suddenly darkened, as if a dark cloud had just floated past.
Aqueous light flowed on the surface of the silver mirror, quickly condensing into a slightly blurry image.
It was a luxurious villa with a large garden in front of the window.
In the middle of the garden, there was a glass greenhouse. Bright red roses were blooming inside.
Above the glass greenhouse, one could still see the pale Sun behind the mist.
"It's in Baekeland!" Eichinger Stanton immediately calculated the location of the scene based on the angle of view and the position of the Sun in the sky.
"This is completely different from when I asked for Jason Beria's location! We were misled! "Ikanser said in a deep voice.
Soul Assurer Sostel exhaled.
"How cunning.
"Then who is Jason Beria, who's being pursued by the Spellsinger of God?
"Sigh, there's no time to discuss it. Let's first circle the general area from the information in the image and immediately take action. I suspect that the Desire Apostle will cause something big next!"
At this moment, the silver mirror named Arrodes had already dispersed the image and words appeared.
It required Leonard Mitchell to answer a question. If he lied or was unwilling to answer, he would be severely punished.
Leonard felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness. He put away his usual frivolous demeanor and quietly waited for the question.
A few seconds later, he saw the blood-like words change as they took shape one after another:
"Is there a host on you …"
Halfway through the question, Leonard's pupils rapidly constricted. His back tensed up, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
If it wasn't for the blood-stained silver armor concealing him, others would have already discovered his abnormality.
At this moment, his left palm trembled for some baffling reason.
The silver magic mirror suddenly trembled slightly, and the bright red words were strangely stained with a hint of green. If one wasn't staring at the mirror and paying full attention, it would be difficult for others to notice the extremely minute change in color.
The words continued to squirm, changing the previous question:
"Is there a mark on your body that you can't tell others about?"
"Yes, that mark exists in my memories." Leonard replied calmly, but his body inside the blood-stained silver armor felt exhausted, as though he had suddenly relaxed after being highly tensed up.
This mirror is too dangerous … It actually sensed it directly! Thankfully, after so long, Old Man has recovered a little … he thought with dry lips.
Sostel took out his pocket watch, opened it, and said to Leonard inside the blood-stained silver armor, "There's still time.
You'll be in charge of the next operation! "
"Yes, Captain Sostel." Leonard secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
…
Dock area, Baekeland Dock.
Patrick Jason Beria entered the cabin he had booked.
He looked out the window and observed the sky that was filled with a thin layer of fog, silently counting the time.
After a while, he quickly took off his hat and clothes. Then, with a tug, he tore off the layer of human skin on the surface!
Under the human skin was a beautiful woman in her early thirties with deep eyes. She wasn't the brown-haired, brown-eyed man that Klein had seen in the dream divination!
The woman took out her clothes and methodically put them on, quickly becoming a charming and seductive beauty.
Finally, she found a fist-sized stone figurine from the bottom of her suitcase. She wrapped it tightly with the layer of human skin that had been removed and tied a dead knot.
After doing all of this, the riverboat had already traveled some distance. She opened the window and threw Patrick Jason's human skin, along with the stone figurine, into the river.
Plop!
The human skin that was tied to the heavy object sank rapidly.
The woman clapped her hands, closed the window, carried her suitcase, and changed to a cabin that had been prepared.
Then, she sat by the window of the new cabin and propped her elbows on the table. She rested her face on her hands and looked out leisurely.
After an unknown period of time, she saw a strong wind blowing in midair, blowing away the thin fog.
The corners of her mouth curled up into a radiant smile.
…
Cherwood Borough, in a luxurious villa not far from the Holy Wind Cathedral.
Pallas Negan, with a bloated waist and grayish-blue eyes, bear-hugged his mistress, a beautiful girl with a hint of innocence on her face.
There were two people beside him. One was a middle-aged man in a black tuxedo. He had brown hair and blue eyes, and he was expressionless. He was a Beyonder guard provided by the Church of the Storm, a Sequence 6 Wind-blessed.
The other was Duke Of Negan's secretary.
He was a thin, handsome, blond young man. He looked refined, calm, and reserved. His greatest flaw was that his hairline had receded beyond his age.
As for the other guards, or rather, security personnel, they were scattered outside the house.
On the second floor, the Wind-blessed rushed in before Duke Of Negan could enter the bedroom and did a quick check. As for Duke Of Negan's secretary, he was in charge of searching the surrounding rooms.
After confirming that there were no problems, they nodded at Duke Of Negan, indicating that he could continue.
"My emotions have almost calmed down," Duke Of Negan said half-jokingly.
His mistress replied happily, "That way, we can have a good chat.
"Then we can have a good talk. I'd like to hear you tell me about your adventures at sea."
"I hope you'll have that spirit in the end." Duke Of Negan hugged his mistress into the bedroom and closed the door with his heel.
His secretary and the Wind-blessed entered the rooms on both sides, not relaxing in the slightest.
In the attic of the house.
A man in a dark-colored coat sat on an old chair with his eyes half-closed. It was unknown what he was sensing, but from time to time, he would smile and shake his head.
His brown hair was slightly curled, and his brown eyes were cold. He was none other than the one Klein had seen in the dream divination! And one of the suitcases by his feet was missing.
"How brave. Such a strong desire … This doesn't match my judgment of him. It looks like he consumed the corresponding medicine … He's really too cooperative … Heh heh, how could they have imagined that Patrick Jason Beria was two different people …" The man looked up slightly as though he was intoxicated.
"Almost there … This is the moment!"
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