Twilight Hermit Order …
What organization is this? Why have I never heard of it? When Mr. The Hanging Man explained the general knowledge of the various factions to me, he didn't mention anything about it …
Audrey was stunned and confused. Then, she realized that the gray fog in front of her had faded, and Mr. Fool's figure had disappeared.
Her eyes darted around as she quickly made a guess.
This organization called the Twilight Hermit Order sounds even more mysterious and unknown than the underground factions like the Aurora Order and the Life School of Thought. It's to the point that even Mr. The Hanging Man, who is knowledgeable and has a close relationship with the Church of the Storm, doesn't know of its existence …
And the operation they're plotting is directly aimed at a great noble of the kingdom, one of the most powerful matchmakers in the World …
They might be the deepest observers of the Beyonder World, the true controllers who influence the situation in the Northern and Southern Continents. It's no wonder Mr. Fool pays attention to them …
The reason why Mr. The Hanging Man's request for help from "His" adorer was successful wasn't because the promised reward was generous enough, but because Mr. Fool was targeting the Twilight Hermit Order …
This organization is as mysterious as us, Tarot …
Audrey felt a baffling sense of excitement. This diluted the impact of Duke Of Negan's assassination.
There aren't many Beyonders who know of the existence of the Twilight Hermit Order, and I'm one of them. And our Tarot is targeting them! Audrey stood up and walked to the full-body mirror.
Her chin was slightly raised, forming an abnormally beautiful arc.
Looking at the blue-eyed girl in the mirror, Audrey slowly calmed down. For the first time, she had the urge to raise her Sequence because of something other than her interest.
Even a Beyonder under strict protection, Duke Of Negan would be assassinated, much less Dad, who's just an ordinary person.
Although I can tell from the situation in the treasure vault that there are definitely many Beyonders in the family, and the Church of the Goddess will provide additional protection, this still doesn't make me feel at ease. Duke Of Negan's guards aren't any worse …
All the best, Audrey. Quickly advance to Sequence 7, Sequence 6, and hide in the shadows. Be Dad, Mom, and Brothers' last line of defense!
…
The capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, City of Generosity.
The Blue Avenger passed by here once again and stopped at the harbor, giving the sailors a chance to indulge and vent.
Alger Wilson changed into a robe embroidered with storm patterns and went to the largest church on the island — the Church of Waves.
It is classical in style, with extensive use of stone columns and arches, and has a soaring dome and two bell towers.
In the early days of colonization, the pioneers often did not have the time to build churches, which brought them extremely serious consequences.
Surrounded by tribes, jungles, and ancient buildings, even if they had already conquered the area, they would often die mysteriously and without reason, in large numbers.
This kind of situation that caused great panic gradually decreased after the churches of the major churches were built, and it became an occasional thing.
Standing at the entrance of the church, Alger was not in a hurry to enter. Instead, he observed the dark and mysterious atmosphere inside through the narrow window, as well as the warm candlelight that illuminated the area of human activity.
A few seconds later, he walked into the prayer hall, clenched his right fist, and hit the left side of his chest.
He said to his bishop, "May the Storm be with you!"
"May the Storm be with you!" The bishop responded with the same posture.
Without waiting for Alger to speak, the bishop of the Church of Waves took out a telegram.
"You came just in time. The Council of Cardinals has issued an order. Read it before you pray."
"What order?" Alger asked casually as he reached out to take it.
The bishop said with a solemn expression,
The Council of Cardinals has ordered all Mandated Punishers and priests to pay attention to the situation related to Hero Bandit Dark Emperor, as well as all matters involving the Tarot Ritual. "
"Hero Bandit Dark Emperor?" Alger fully expressed his surprise.
He already knew that the Dark Emperor was Mr. Fool's Blessed.
The bishop nodded solemnly.
"The one who assassinated the Duke Of Negan was a Sequence 5 Devil, but this Devil was killed by Hero Bandit Dark Emperor while escaping. This was the same outcome as Rear Admiral Hurricane Zillinges, who failed to assassinate the Duke."
Not only is the appearance the same, but even the essence is the same … The one who killed Zillinges is also Mr. Fool's Blessed. Another Blessed … The one who really wants the Duke Of Negan dead is Mr. Fool? No, if it's really "Him," he would've warned Qilangos previously to be careful of Miss Justice so that his identity wouldn't be exposed on the spot … Mr. Fool is focused on the truth behind the assassination. He's focused on the real murderer? Who, or what organization, could it be that Mr. Fool places so much importance on it? Alger instantly thought of many things and made a preliminary judgment.
He looked down at the telegram and realized that the Church had set up a special investigation team for the assassination of the Duke Of Negan. Every member was an elite of the Mandated Punishers.
Should I apply to join and keep tabs on the situation? Alger was momentarily hesitant.
In the end, he decided to follow his original plan and keep a low profile.
…
It was a new day. Klein woke up naturally, got up slowly, washed up, and went downstairs.
He wasn't in a hurry to prepare breakfast. Instead, he habitually opened the door, bathed in the mist, and took out the day's newspaper from the mailbox.
"What is it?" Suddenly, he noticed a thick envelope in the newspaper. It wasn't too light.
Pinching the surface, the fragrance of the ink on the banknotes flashed in Klein's mind.
His spiritual intuition told him that it was a considerable amount of cash.
He carefully opened it and pulled out the stack of gold pounds.
After counting, he confirmed that there was a total of 1,000 pounds in cash.
It's a bounty from the Machinery Hivemind … Is this what they call a secret reward? Why are they so assured? They're just going to leave it in the mailbox? What if it's stolen? In his joy, Klein couldn't help but grumble.
With this money and no longer being secretly protected by the Machinery Hivemind, he could find Vampire Emlyn White and complete the deal from before!
After breakfast, Klein immediately put on his coat and hat, picked up his cane, and went out with a newspaper.
On his way to the public carriage stop, he saw his landlord, Mrs. Stelyn Sammer, instructing the maid to load the suitcases into the carriage in front of the door.
"Good morning, Mrs. Sammer," Klein greeted with a smile.
Stelyn smiled modestly and returned the greeting.
Her mental state seems to have recovered … I don't know what happened before … Klein asked curiously,
"Where are you going?"
"It's almost the New Year. Mary gave Luke an early holiday. We're going to Desi Bay to welcome the new year." "Sigh, we've been to a few of the cities there. It's the same for the famous coastal town. We're planning on heading to Feynapotter. The scenery in Seville City is said to be pretty good."
Klein replied cooperatively, "That's right.
"How enviable."
"What about you? Detective Moriarty, where do you plan on spending the New Year? "Stelyn asked with a smile.
There's a high chance I'll stay locally … Right, I have to prepare the tools to repair the wall that Stuart had previously punched a hole in … The corners of Klein's mouth curled up.
"Back to Midseashire. The winter there has a different flavor."
Stelyn's smile became more obvious.
"I hope to meet you at Desi Bay during the New Year."
…
South of the Bridge, Rose Street, Harvest Church.
Upon seeing Detective Sherlock Moriarty enter in a black tweed coat, Emlyn White, who was carefully wiping the candlestick, smiled.
He tidied his hair, walked over with his head held high, and said in a low voice, "There's information on Jason Beria.
"There's information on Jason Beria. A vampire knows him."
"I also have information on him." Klein smiled as he handed the newspaper over. The headline on the front page was:
"Yesterday, the honorable Duke Of Negan was assassinated, and a true devil wreaked havoc across the land."
Under the headline was a detailed description of yesterday's assassination. It pointed out that the murderer was a banker named Patrick Jason, and that he was killed on the spot. The terrorist organization, the Aurora Order, claimed responsibility for the matter.
When he saw this news, Klein, who was having breakfast, nearly spat out his milk.
He originally thought that the Aurora Order's Mr. A was out of his mind to want to take responsibility for such a matter, but on careful thought, he felt that it was closer to an official cover-up.
If the Twilight Hermit Order is really an ancient organization that Rosell The Great joined, then they should be very hostile towards the Aurora Order. After all, they hate the True Creator … This thought suddenly flashed through Klein's mind.
Emlyn repeatedly read the newspaper with a blank expression and said in disbelief, "That's right.
He said in disbelief, "In other words, the information I received is useless?"
"In theory." Klein looked at Mr. Vampire sympathetically. "However, the government is still investigating the mastermind behind Jason Beria. If your intelligence points in this direction, it should still be sold."
As for Klein himself, of course, he didn't want to get involved in this matter.
"No … He only knows Jason Beria and knows some of his hobbies." Emlyn sighed.
Seeing his reaction, Klein asked in amusement, "What's the matter?
"Don't you read the newspaper?"
Only now did he know about such a big thing!
Emlyn glanced at him strangely.
"Why are you reading the newspaper?
"I'm very busy."
Busy cleaning the Harvest Church, busy going home to accompany those puppets, busy thinking of ways to cheat blood to drink … You really are a new-age vampire … Klein opened his mouth, forcefully suppressing the laughter he was about to let out with his Clown powers.
He didn't tease Emlyn White as he said seriously,
"I've already collected enough gold pounds for those two materials.
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