Mr. A? Mr. A from the Aurora Order? Klein, who had planned to slowly move along the wall and the shadows to the door, shrank back without a sound.
Ince Zangwill should be working with a certain faction of the royal family … To be able to excavate and hide such a large underground ruin near Baekeland, it must be one of the leading forces of the Rouen Kingdom …
The addition of Ince Zangwill and 0-08 can directly eliminate the possibility of the Church of the Goddess. Although the people of the Lord of Storms are a little rash and chauvinistic, they aren't likely to cooperate with the Demoness Sect. At least up to now, there haven't been any suspected Beyonders of the Sailor pathway … By the same logic, the Church of Steam and Machinery isn't too suspicious …
The Aurora Order is also involved? What were they trying to do?
Klein leaned against the wall and slowed down his breathing. He listened to the conversation from the center of the hall while thinking.
After a brief silence, a hoarse voice sounded.
"Done."
The answer was so concise that Klein couldn't figure out what they were plotting.
The clear and melodious voice from before chuckled and said, "That's right.
"You don't seem to trust us?"
"Yes," Mr. A responded bluntly.
"Hehe, then I will honestly describe our goal and why we want to cooperate with you." "We've done something and left some traces. Before the Church of Night, Storm, Steam, and the military find out, we have to do the corresponding cleaning, and we need your help. Well, it seems that you haven't really understood what I mean. Then, let me give you an example. Let's say that I committed a serious crime such as murder in a house. What's the best way to destroy the evidence and clues?"
"There's no need. Letting others witness such behavior is our goal," Mr. A said indifferently.
… As expected of the people from the Aurora Order … They're a bunch of lunatics … Klein confirmed that the man who spoke was Mr. A, the one who killed Ambassador Intis.
"… Let's say it was me instead of you." The clear and gentle female voice had a barely noticeable sound of breathing.
After a second, Mr. A replied,
"Burn that house and bury all the clues inside."
There was a hint of a smile in the gentle female voice.
"That's exactly what we're thinking. I'll be in charge of 'arson', and you'll use this opportunity to expand the situation and create a channel or vessel for your Lord to descend upon this world.
"And the only price you'll have to pay is that you'll have to bear all the notoriety and receive the greatest hatred from the military and the three major churches. But I don't think you'll mind."
"As long as we can welcome the return of the Lord, even if we are hated by all the forces, we will not have any fear." Mr. A's tone was no longer as indifferent and distant.
Arson? The Aurora Order will take the opportunity to complete the True Creator's descent ritual? This must be the third time … Why am I running into her again … This is a f * cking ill-fated relationship … Klein couldn't help but curse in his heart.
At this moment, he was abnormally curious and wary of a particular faction of the royal family, the Demoness Sect, and Ince Zangwill. It was so terrifying that they needed to use the descent of the True Creator as a shield!
Perhaps, they've left something up their sleeves. In the end, they'll destroy the Aurora Order's ritual and drag down all the other factions apart from me … Klein thought nervously yet calmly.
"From the looks of it, you no longer have any doubts." The gentle female voice chuckled. "This place is very well-hidden, and there are corresponding arrangements. You can hold the ritual without worry about being disturbed before it succeeds. As for the parts outside, we've already completed the preparations. We've been waiting for me to light the first 'flame.' If you still have any doubts, you can check it again."
Just as Mr. A spoke, Klein heard a clanging sound. It was the sound of the door opening.
"Who let you in? Didn't I order that no one is to approach this place? "the gentle female voice said, suppressing her anger.
"Lady Despair, there's an emergency! Someone has infiltrated underground! The higher-ups have sent me in to make arrangements and close the corresponding passageway, "a male voice with an obvious Baekeland accent replied quickly.
The so-called Lady Despair fell silent for a few seconds, as though she was communicating with an unknown existence to confirm the situation.
Finally, she said without changing her voice and tone, "Go in.
Don't come out again, and don't let anyone come out. Wait for further notice. "
"Yes, Lady Despair!" The man ran straight for the stone door, and there was a clanging sound in the background.
From where Klein was hiding, he could clearly see the stone door that led to the back area. He waited for seven or eight seconds before a figure of average height, neither fat nor thin, appeared there.
Phew … The man took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and pushed open the heavy stone door with a ferocious expression.
At that moment, Klein had completely taken in his appearance and characteristics without missing anything. This was the Beyonder power of a Faceless!
The man's skin was brownish-red, and he had obvious Southern Continent blood. His facial features were unremarkable, making it difficult to remember.
As he was gritting his teeth, a portion of his teeth were revealed. The third tooth on the upper left shone with a golden light. It was a fake tooth.
This … With the spiritual intuition of a Seer, Klein frowned as he found it familiar for some baffling reason.
Soon, he used his technique to recall the source of the familiarity.
The Hanging Man had once asked the Tarot members to find a man with brownish-red skin, missing the third tooth on the left, and a strong Baekeland accent.
The man's name was Barran, and he was related to the escape and disappearance of many colonial island slaves!
And at that moment, the man in front of Klein was almost identical to the Barran described by The Hanging Man!
The disappearance of colonial island slaves …
Many tribes in the Southern Continent have vanished into thin air …
Barran has appeared here …
Capim, who controls a large portion of the underground slave trade, is protected by four Beyonders suspected to be from the Arbiter pathway. The strongest of them is a Sequence 6, or even a Sequence 5 …
Capim insists that the target of the kidnapping is the purer and naive girls …
The passing of the Grain Act and the improvement of textile machines caused a large amount of unemployment …
Many female textile workers obtained new jobs and quietly left East Borough, leaving no clues behind …
The scattered dots instantly formed a line in Klein's mind, pointing deep underground!
What are they doing that requires such a large population, as well as so many pure girls? A ritual? An extremely terrifying ritual that needs to be carried out in secret and takes a very long time? Klein's pupils suddenly constricted.
Creak … Bang! The stone door closed, and Barran disappeared from his line of sight.
The hall was silent for a few seconds before Mr. A's hoarse voice sounded again.
"I smell an accident. Let's begin before it arrives."
Lady Despair replied softly.
"That's exactly what I was thinking.
"But I need you to send me to East Borough."
East Borough? Klein had another bad feeling.
"No problem," Mr. A replied without any fluctuation in his emotions.
Wearing a hood, a transparent and blurry book quickly appeared in front of him, accompanied by a distant and ethereal chant:
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
The book flipped quickly and stopped at one of the pages, immediately emitting a pale blue and illusory light.
The light enveloped Lady Despair in a pure white robe, causing her figure to blur before becoming invisible.
Lady Despair instantly saw countless transparent shadows of indescribable shapes. She discovered that at the highest point, there was a bright brilliance that seemed to contain endless knowledge.
Her body was dragged forward by a strange force as she quickly shuttled back and forth. It didn't take long for her to leave her original spot and arrive at a secluded, dirty, and disgusting corner of an alley.
She pulled down her veil, covered her face, and looked up into the sky. She saw that the afternoon Sun was once again obscured by the clouds and fog, turning pale and gloomy.
The pale yellow fog wasn't particularly thick, but it floated in every corner of Baekeland. It had a slightly choking smell, cold, and moist.
Unfortunately, I didn't wait until the smog is at its most severe and still … The accident that happened to Trissy, the sudden and temporary loss of control of 0-08, the appearance of Aztec, and the damage done by the Black Emperor have made things worse and attract attention. The operation can only be brought forward to today … Lady Despair looked around, walked out of the alley, and entered the street.
Her footsteps were very slow, as if she was wandering in a sea of fog.
Wherever she passed, the fog would imperceptibly thicken a little, tainted with an iron-black color. The visible distance quietly decreased.
After she left the street, a vagrant in an old jacket with a sallow face suddenly coughed violently and fell to the ground.
Two poor people who were very close to the vagrant retreated in horror. Then, they covered their throats and let out gasping sounds, as if they had a serious lung disease or bronchitis. They were already out of breath.
The iron-black and pale yellow smog descended on East Borough, the dock area, and the factory area that was spewing smoke. It constantly spread throughout all of Baekeland.
The various scenes in the distance were "drowned." Even the towering bell tower was left with a pale shadow. One by one, the workers and the poor felt uncomfortable. The vagrants, who were struggling to resist the cold and fatigue, circled the route that the lady took. One by one, they fell ill. Human lives were as fragile as the bubbles during laundry.
Lady Despair's expression was calm and gentle, as if she was completing a piece of art.
She walked among the passersby without any abnormalities. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly as she chuckled softly.
"This day will be remembered in the history of the Kingdom of Rouen:
"The Great Smog of Baekeland."
…
The dark valley had been completely covered by the pitch-black illusory water surface, but the writing of "0-08" didn't stop.
It frantically arranged absurd, laughable, and horrifying stories wherever it could be written.
"… The dropping of his pants didn't affect Ince Zangwill's performance because he was wearing a long robe. Perhaps he had long expected such an accident …
"The Imperative Mage left Aztec Eggers rooted to the ground, temporarily depriving him of two powerful Beyonder powers. He was a good helper in the truest sense of the word, but the overlapping door between the spirit world and the Underworld was attracted by Aztec's characteristics. It was struck by the power of their battle, resulting in an unpredictable change.
"At this moment, an unknown existence was attracted and passed by. 'He' used 'His' opportunity to extend 'His' hand into the real World. Aiyah! 'He' has captured Ince Zangwill! "
In midair, two blood-yellow arms covered in squirming rotten flesh suddenly extended out from behind the clergyman's black robe!
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