West Borough, 9 Hope Street, Prime Minister's official residence.
Aguesid Negan stood behind a large table and looked at Earl Of Hall with a grave expression.
"Your Grace, my secretary should have already informed you of what happened. You're the first noble I thought of at this moment."
This Conservative Party bigwig, the current Prime Minister, seemed to have aged several years in an instant. His tall and thin figure seemed to be unable to withstand the grievous news as he leaned forward slightly, to the point where he had to use both hands to support himself on the table.
But his eyes were still sharp and his attitude was still calm.
Earl Of Hall, who had a beautiful mustache, sighed and said, "I'm sorry to hear this news.
This has shocked me greatly. I was just about to visit His Grace in the next few days to discuss the few bills that we are all very concerned about. Who knew that he would be attacked … "
His youthful handsomeness had been ruined by the deep wrinkles and his obesity. He first expressed his condolences, grief, and empathy. Then, he restrained his emotions and said, "His Grace is already dead.
Compared to crying and anger, we need to be more cautious and calm. Only by doing so can we handle the aftermath and not let the heavy steam locomotive that is the kingdom run off the rails. "
"This is also the reason why I came to you immediately. The other nobles will only shout for the gods, trembling in fear and expressing their inability to accept this. They will demand that the murderer be severely punished and the mastermind be found. In their opinion, even the heavily protected Duke could be assassinated, much less them?" Prime Minister Aguesid said in a deep voice, "This is a very normal and understandable reaction, but it's not the reaction we need."
Earl Hall nodded and asked, "What's the matter?
"Who is the murderer? What's the motive? "
"A devil who has been pretending to be a banker for more than ten years, a real devil. By the way, your Varvat Bank has just acquired his assets," Aguesid said without any change in his tone.
"Patrick Jason?" Earl Of Hall immediately recalled the man's name.
He was the one who had approved the acquisition involving the bank.
Prime Minister Aguesid did not rebuke the other party.
"He was a Sequence 5, but he suddenly sold his assets and abandoned the identity that he had been working on for more than a decade. He risked great danger to assassinate my brother. Based on this, we can make a strong guess that he was instigated by someone or some faction. Unfortunately, he was killed while escaping. Even his Spirit Body was taken away. According to the Nighthawks' report, it was done by the Hero Bandit Dark Emperor."
"It involves an extremely secretive organization, and we can't figure it out in a short period of time?" Earl Of Hall asked.
"Yes, that so-called Hero Thief didn't leave any traces behind. We can only start with those who came into contact with Jason in the past few months. This will definitely take a lot of time, and there might not be any results," Aguesid gave a definite answer.
Earl Of Hall took two steps forward.
"What is His Majesty's stance on this?"
"Sad, but no concrete thoughts," Aguesid replied.
Earl Of Hall frowned and thought for a moment.
"In that case, what's important isn't who the mastermind is, but what goal we want to achieve with this matter. If we want to start a war and restart the fight for the colonies, then we have to tell the people that the one who instigated Patrick Jason was the Feysac Empire. Then, we have to fabricate a detailed process and show them some evidence that seems to be the case. In the past few centuries or even a thousand years, our neighbor to the north has always played such a role. I believe everyone is already used to it and will not doubt it. It's very, very, very normal for barbarians to do such things."
"Furthermore, the people fear them." Prime Minister Aguesid twitched the corners of his mouth without a smile. "However, we are making a series of changes. It will be the second half of next year at the earliest before we can stabilize and have the ability to wage war."
Earl Of Hall pondered and said, "Then find a target that everyone can accept.
"Then find a target that everyone can accept. Hero Bandit Dark Emperor is too mysterious, and the secret organization behind him is even more so. If it were to be announced, it would definitely cause great panic. People are always afraid of the unknown and things they don't understand.
"Yes, how about the Aurora Order? They just assassinated that pervert Intis a few months ago, so it wouldn't be surprising for them to do anything else.
"Their reputation is sufficiently bad. Their situation has been repeatedly mentioned in the newspapers and magazines. They have even become horror elements and classic villains in many novels. Furthermore, this can effectively dispel the suspicions others have towards us. There will always be people who believe that we commissioned the Aurora Order to carry out the previous assassination.
"Also, take this opportunity to clean up Baekeland while we're cracking down on illegal terrorist organizations. There are too many dangerous fellows hiding here."
Aguesid hummed in acknowledgment.
"The Aurora Order isn't a bad target …
"We'll use them as a target first. When we're ready next year, we'll announce the results of the investigation and accuse the Feysac Empire of instigating the Aurora Order. I believe no one will care about the excuses of terrorist organizations and northern barbarians."
Earl Of Hall was taken aback.
"This is a step further than what I had in mind."
Aguesid didn't speak further as he stood up.
"I'll meet His Majesty now."
Having said that, he glanced at Earl Of Hall.
"You have to be careful too. We still haven't figured out the motives behind those people's assassination of my brother. Hmph, the Church of the Storm has already agreed to change the archbishop of the Baekeland diocese. Snake is always late at critical moments! The believers of the Storm are always so irritable, easily angered, stubborn, arrogant, and easily manipulated by others! "
"Don't be prejudiced. For example, Leumi is very intelligent." Earl Of Hall chuckled softly before tapping his chest four times. "Thank you. The Goddess will protect me."
…
"Twilight Hermit Order … Sounds very impressive …" Klein, who had returned to the real World, got up and pressed the mechanical button to flush the toilet.
Amidst the sound of running water, he walked out of the bathroom and thought about the information he had obtained through mediumship.
He suspected that the Twilight Hermit Order was the ancient organization that Rosell The Great had joined and possessed the second Blasphemy Slate.
For the so-called course of history, choosing to assassinate the Duke Of Negan sounds a little ridiculous, but it also makes sense … Their goal is to revive or awaken the original Creator? This is somewhat close to the philosophy of the City of Silver. Little Sun and the others never believe that the Lord who created everything has passed away. They only accept that "He" has abandoned that region and have always been trying to get a response … Klein paced back and forth, letting his thoughts wander.
After an unknown period of time, he suddenly heard knocking on the door.
It wasn't an attendant or maid from the Quelaag Club, but a member of the Machinery Hivemind that Klein had seen before, Carlson, who wore thick glasses.
"How did you get in?" Klein deliberately blurted out.
Seeing that he was indeed in the room, Carlson's expression visibly relaxed. Seeing that there was no one around, he smiled.
"As a Beyonder, there are always all kinds of ways."
He received a message from Deacon Ikanser and learned of the Desire Apostle's death. Then, he came to confirm my situation, and my performance was quite successful. The "Great Transformation of a Living Person" wasn't exposed and successfully concealed … Klein's heart stirred.
"Your expression tells me that there's good news?"
"Yes, Patrick Jason Beria has been killed. You're safe and don't need our protection anymore," Carlson said truthfully.
With this feedback, Klein felt that the potion in his body seemed to be digesting faster.
He asked in surprise and delight,
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Carlson gave an affirmative answer.
"That's great!" Klein said happily.
Carlson glanced at him and praised sincerely.
"Your detective intuition and logical thinking gave us the most important help. The deacon said in the letter that he would secretly give you a reward after this, about 1,000 pounds."
1,000 pounds … Not bad. That's very generous! However, even if the banknotes at the bottom of Jason's suitcase are all in five-pound or one-pound denominations, and even if his jewelry isn't too expensive, it's still about 50,000 pounds in total … Ma 'am Mary of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council, including the value of the Coim Company's shares, is at most that much …
Yes, Jason's accomplice in human skin who was responsible for luring the Spellsinger of God away probably took a portion of it. The rest is estimated to be 20,000 to 30,000 pounds, but that's still something that 1,000 pounds can't compare to. What a pity … I can't think of it that way. Perhaps Jason's accomplice took away all the valuables ahead of time … Klein felt both disappointed and delighted.
And the Machinery Hivemind's act of giving out a reward was even more proof of the success of his performance during this period of time. It made him feel that he was only one step away from completely digesting the Magicians potion.
"It's what I should do. After all, I'm the one who's being threatened," Klein said with a smile.
He wasn't worried that Jason's accomplice would take revenge in the future, because this revenge was just a pretense. More importantly, he would definitely be a Sequence 6 when the time came.
Carlson nudged his glasses and deliberated before saying, "Sherlock, you're also a believer of God.
"Sherlock, you are also a believer of God. We hope to establish a good relationship with you. If you encounter any problems or gather any information, you can inform us."
This is developing me as an informant for the Machinery Hivemind … I have another channel for reimbursement … Klein drew a triangular Sacred Emblem on his chest in all seriousness.
"No problem."
…
Klein, who was no longer protected by the Machinery Hivemind, stayed at the Quelaag Club until after dinner. Then, he took a carriage and slowly returned to 15 Minsk Street.
He habitually opened the letterbox and saw a new letter, one without a stamp.
This letter was left behind by Detective Eichinger Stanton after his afternoon visit to no avail.
He wrote: "… I heard about your suggestion from the Machinery Hivemind. Your acumen and rigor are shocking. If you weren't already a Beyonder, I would even think that Reader is the most suitable path for you.
"You're the best young man at deduction I've ever seen!"
…
Klein stood in the living room and finished reading the letter left behind by Eichinger under the light of the gas wall lamp.
There's nothing novel about the performance this time. It's a step-by-step repetition of what happened before. It didn't even have much of an effect … But the advantage is that there's enough of an audience, and they're all around me, allowing me to directly receive feedback … As Klein held the letter, he suddenly felt something.
He half-closed his eyes and felt that something in his body was rapidly disintegrating. He felt that many illusory stars had appeared around him, and he felt that there was a very weak attraction between the resplendent stars.
In the last month of 1349, his Magicians potion was finally digested.
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