The street lamps at night illuminated the wet ground, and from time to time, a carriage would pass by, splashing water droplets.
Baekeland was located in the middle of the kingdom, only a few dozen kilometers away from the Sonia Sea. It rained all year round, and the average temperature in July was only 28 ° C. The lowest temperature in winter was about 2 ° C. It was rare for the temperature to drop to zero or even break through, but this didn't stop people from feeling cold here. Even the northern Feysac natives, who were used to living in a world of ice and snow, sometimes couldn't withstand the humid chill that penetrated their clothes and flesh.
Klein stood in a room with an unlit fireplace, behind the oriel window, looking at the tranquil scene outside. He felt his body, mind, and soul feel abnormally relaxed.
As long as he gathered the ingredients and concocted the potion, he could immediately advance to Sequence 6 and become a Faceless.
The Magicians potion has been completely digested … The Desire Apostle was personally ended by me, unable to escape … The Aurora Order's search for The Fool's believers is still in a dead-end … Apart from Mr. Aztec being pursued by some unknown faction and the potion ingredients, I don't have any more problems for the time being … Klein leaned forward, exhaled, and watched as it condensed a layer of white fog on the window.
The reason why he had taken the risk to intercept the Desire Apostle was that he was worried that the other party had other arrangements and could use this to successfully escape the pursuit of the official Beyonders. When the time came, he, who had provided the key advice, might be remembered and retaliated against later. As a Cold-Blooded Demon, it was unlikely that he would take the risk to avenge his companions, but this didn't mean that they wouldn't choose to vent their anger because of the near-death experience.
This operation is indeed necessary. Perhaps the Twilight Hermit Order is somewhere to receive the Desire Apostle. After the Desire Apostle escapes, I, who don't have the corresponding information, might only be on guard according to Sequence 5, believing that I wouldn't be in too much danger once I advance to Faceless. However, the Desire Apostle might very well use the information provided by the Abyss card and the Twilight Hermit Order to advance to a High-Sequence Beyonder! Such a development is terrifying just thinking about it … A righteous stab is indispensable … Klein reviewed the afternoon's events and summarized his experiences and lessons.
After admiring the night scenery for a while, he turned around and walked back to the sofa to sit down.
With the Machinery Hivemind's bounty, the Thousand-faced Hunter's mutated pituitary gland and blood can be bought. The Deep-sea Naga's hair also needs enough money. This material should be relatively easy to find at sea. I can get Mr. The Hanging Man's help. The only problem is the Human-skinned Shadow's characteristic …
"And even if there are clues, the gold pounds won't be enough …"
When he thought of this, Klein could not help but mock himself silently.
I'm not a person who loves money. It's just a normal hobby. When I was in Tingen, I always encouraged Melissa to spend and urged her and Baansen to hire a maid. I felt that no matter what, I shouldn't mistreat myself. Every time I did a covert operation, I placed safety first and caution above all else. I wouldn't be affected by wealth.
But for revenge, I have to advance my Sequence, and advancing my Sequence requires me to buy expensive Beyonder ingredients. All I can do is save up pennies at a soli, saving as much as I can …
He suddenly shrank his shoulders, feeling that the coldness in the living room made Magicians, who weren't known for their physical fitness, shiver.
Therefore, he decided to take a bath, crawl into bed, and read books on the bed.
There were still three or four hours before bedtime. There was no need to light the fireplace … Klein sighed, stood up, and walked to the second floor.
…
The underground area of the Steam Church.
When Ikanser had finished reading all the recorded statements, he took a sip of his coffee.
After a few seconds of silence, he took out the ancient silver mirror named Arrodes.
Carlson glanced at it and asked curiously,
"Deacon, if I were to ask the honorable Arrodes about an unsolved mathematical problem or a classical paradox, would it give the correct answer?"
"Most of the time, it will reject you directly. If it thinks that you have ill intentions, it might even give you a bolt of lightning or make you suffer a curse that you absolutely do not want to face." Ikanser sighed and said, "It's a living Sealed Artifact with extremely high intelligence. It's not a difference machine that rigidly follows the rules. When using it, it's best not to have the thought of taking advantage of loopholes."
Carlson looked at the surrounding team members and kindly suggested,
"Deacon, let me help you ask. I have nothing to hide."
He straightened his back and assumed an honest posture.
Ikanser smiled bitterly.
"There's no need. I already know what I need to know. I'm no longer afraid of such questions. Besides, the honorable Arrodes will occasionally ask rather profound questions. With your physical condition, the subsequent punishment won't be easy to endure."
With that, he clenched his fists and stretched out his fingers to caress the surface of the silver mirror thrice.
In the subtle mist, Ikanser said in a low voice,
"Honorable Arrodes, my question is, who instigated the Desire Apostle to assassinate the Duke Of Negan, or which faction?"
The silver mirror did not show any changes for a short while. It was only after a while that aqueous light appeared, outlining a scene that resembled an oil painting.
It was a plain where the Sun was about to set. The vast fields were covered with a pale golden afterglow.
"What does this mean?" Carlson and the other Machinery Hivemind members looked at each other, completely unable to understand, even though there were Beyonders who had advanced from Mystery Pryers among them and were no stranger to interpreting revelations.
"Dusk? The symbol of life coming to an end? A sect that believes in Death or a lunatic who believes in the apocalypse? "a Mystery Pryer said after some deliberation.
Carlson nodded in agreement.
"I think it's the latter."
Ikanser ignored their discussion because Arrodes's question had already surfaced.
"What's your favorite color of underwear?"
Ikanser's face suddenly flushed red, and he felt as if smoke was rising from the top of his head.
With great difficulty, he spat out a word:
"Red."
The room suddenly became abnormally quiet. Carlson and the others pretended to look into the corner.
Ikanser sat down in exhaustion, grabbed his fluffy hair, and prepared to ask a second question.
Carlson couldn't help but say,
"Deacon, let me give it a try."
"… Try not to enter the punishment phase." Ikanser finally nodded in agreement.
Carlson confidently imitated the deacon's actions and caressed the surface of the silver mirror three times. The other members gathered around again.
"Honorable Arrodes, my question is, who are the collaborators of the Desire Apostle?"
The aqueous light floated and the image changed. The surface of the silver mirror first revealed the back of a woman with an extremely outstanding figure.
Following that, it was an extremely blurry person. He could barely tell from his attire that he was a man.
"As expected, there's another collaborator. This should be the person who betrayed the Duke Of Negan's intelligence! Unfortunately, the other party has dealt with it to a certain extent … "Carlson said as he looked around.
He believed that he didn't have any secrets that couldn't be told, so he didn't need to care about the follow-up questions.
This time, the choices Arrodes gave were: Question, mission, or punishment.
Carlson said without hesitation:
"Question!"
Bloody words quickly appeared on the surface of the silver mirror.
"You solve it with your hands every day?"
Carlson's lips quivered as he felt his ears rapidly turn hot.
Although this was something he believed to be very normal, giving an answer in front of so many teammates and superiors still gave him the urge to bury his face in the ground.
"Yes …" he answered very softly.
…
At the bottom of Saint Samuel Cathedral.
Daly, who was wearing blue eyeshadow, threw a stack of documents in front of Soul Assurer Sostel.
"The information you want on all the cases involving tarot cards."
"It's less than I imagined," Sostel said in surprise.
Daly chuckled.
"This is just an index."
Upon seeing this, Leonard stroked his lower lip with his red-gloved right hand.
"Captain Sostel, why don't we investigate the people who came into contact with Jason Beria and compare them with the previous two cases? It's very likely that there are clues to the organization symbolized by the tarot cards. "
"The Duke Of Negan is a devout believer of the Lord of Storms and represents the interests of the Church of the Storm in the political arena. The Mandated Punishers will definitely be frantically searching for the real culprit. There's no need for us to get involved, as that will easily create conflicts with them. We'll investigate other cases involving tarot cards, and we might find new clues. Of course, we'll definitely be running around because of this, but this is the duty of a Red Glove," Sostel explained with a smile.
Leonard nodded.
"I understand."
But in his mind, the slightly aged voice chuckled and said, "That's right.
The Nighthawks actually missed him just like that. That person has the scent of the Dark Emperor on him, the true scent of the Dark Emperor!
…
In the Holy Wind Cathedral.
Spellsinger of God Ace Snake, who was wearing a black bonnet, swept his silver eyes across and said to the selected elites of the Mandated Punishers,
"Although I'm about to leave Baekeland, this is the decision of the Council of Cardinals.
"Your next mission is to investigate the Duke Of Negan's assassination.
"After the declaration, you have the right to use a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. You must find out who is targeting us!"
Standing at the very front, a middle-aged man wearing a modified captain's hat immediately led the crowd. He clenched his fist and lightly hit his chest.
"Yes, Your Eminence!"
His body was lean and his appearance was nothing special, but there was an anchor tattoo on his neck.
…
In Queens, Earl Hall's luxurious villa.
Audrey looked at Susie who opened the door and said in a low voice,
"Dad, what are they discussing?"
Seeing that the Earl Of Hall had returned very late with an unusually grave expression, she immediately sent the golden retriever, Susie, to sneak in to listen in.
"The Duke Of Negan was assassinated," Susie said as she closed the door.
"Ah?" Audrey was taken aback, suspecting that she had heard wrongly.
Although she had experienced the assassination of the Duke Of Negan once, she had never imagined that this extremely powerful noble would really die because of this.
"Really." Susie gave an affirmative answer.
Audrey was immediately at a loss, finding it unreal.
Such a powerful noble, such a person of flesh and blood, who could talk and laugh, and who had even given her a manor, died just like that?
Suddenly, she experienced the cruelty and coldness of the adult World.
"Who did it?" Audrey asked subconsciously.
"A Sequence 5 Devil," Susie replied quickly. "But he's already been silenced by that Hero Bandit Dark Emperor."
"Ah?" Audrey was stunned once again.
How could it be Hero Bandit Dark Emperor? How could he be Mr. Fool's Blessed?
"He" helped me resolve the crisis of the Duke Of Negan's assassination last time!
This is completely contradictory!
Audrey immediately instructed Susie to listen in again. She locked the door, sat by the bed, and prayed to Mr. Fool.
After reciting the honorific name and describing the assassination of the Duke Of Negan, she asked with great trust,
"Are your Blessed present at the scene?"
After a while, she saw the boundless gray fog and heard the voice of The Fool.
"Yes.
"He's looking for the organization that instigated the Desire Apostle."
It really wasn't arranged by Mr. Fool! The last time "He" got "His" Blessed to stop Zillinges, was it also for the organization behind it? Audrey relaxed and asked curiously,
"What organization is that? To think that it could garner your attention. "
A second later, she heard Mr. Fool reply in a calm manner.
"Twilight Hermit Order."
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