When he came to the door, Walter used the light from the street lamps to peer through the gaps in the metal fence and discovered that there was no one outside. The street was silent.
For an instant, Walter suspected if he had heard wrongly. There hadn't been any doorbell!
He composed himself and quickly walked to the servants' quarters at the back of the building. He woke a few of them up and got them to take double-barreled hunting guns and patrol the surroundings of the main building to prevent any thieves or robbers from infiltrating.
Walter didn't call the police immediately because nothing had happened yet. The doorbell just now might have been a prank by a homeless man.
Meanwhile, in the nearest sewer, the infiltrator from before held onto a metal handle and went down one level at a time, arriving in a dark area.
He quickly stopped and leaned his back against the moss-covered wall. He slowly slid down and sat on the dirty ground.
His eyes closed again as though he was still unconscious. And in front of him, a middle-aged man wearing an old triangular hat and a dark red coat instantly appeared. It was none other than Klein's marionette, Wraith Señor.
Señor bent down and rummaged through the infiltrator's inner pocket for 7 soli and 11 pence, as well as a small cloth bag filled with different powders.
Inside the room, Klein remotely controlled his marionette dozens of meters away. He identified the powders and discovered that, as he had expected, they were the powders of various herbs in the Death domain. And a portion of them could be used for mediumship!
There was a high chance that a Beyonder from Balam belonged to the Corpse Collector pathway. Even if he wasn't a Sequence 7 Spirit Medium, it was normal for him to prepare the corresponding herbal powders and essential oils. After all, those ingredients didn't only have one use for mediumship.
Right on the heels of that, Klein controlled Señor to quickly set up a ritual and pray to The Fool.
Then, he went above the gray fog to respond, allowing Señor to complete the rest.
After doing all of this, he returned to the real World and continued controlling Wraith Señor to truly begin mediumship.
Through the glimmering storm, Klein saw the infiltrator's spirit. He was in a daze, blurry, and transparent.
"What's your name? Which faction do you belong to? "Señor asked in a deep voice.
The infiltrator replied blankly, "Godotpos.
"Godotpos, I belong to the Black Skull Gang."
The Black Skeleton Gang seems to be a gang in the periphery of East Borough and the Baekeland Bridge area near the dock. It's mainly made up of people with Balam blood. Although they're not as barbaric and rash as the Zmanger gang, they're also ruthless and aren't afraid to kill … As Klein recalled the information he had gathered in the past, he made Señor continue asking.
"What do you do? Why Richardson? "
Godotpos said in a daze,
"We are fighting for God.
"We were originally members of the East Balam Nation Restoration. We established the Black Skeleton Gang to obtain intelligence and obtain funds. Apart from that, we had another mission — to gather all sorts of items related to Death and send them back to the Southern Continent.
"This time, we got a solid clue. Count Wolfe's collection contained a mask from the Eggers family's mausoleum. This family is the descendant of God.
"In order to obtain this mask, we need to send someone to work at Count Wolfe's house or infiltrate a ball hosted by Count Wolfe. And Richardson is a very good candidate. He doesn't have any criminal records of being involved in any organization, and he has rich experience as a servant."
The servants of aristocratic families are often "inherited." How can it be that easy to infiltrate … Unless there's a temporary need for a large number of helpers and a short-term hire …
Speaking of which, there's really such a thing. At tonight's ball, a lady mentioned that a small number of aristocrats with poor financial situations had sold their lands and manors and dismissed nearly all their servants, leaving less than ten to serve them. They were barely able to maintain a decent life, and when there were large banquets or balls, they would spend money to hire a batch of temporary workers from organizations like the Family Servant Assistance Association to keep up appearances …
Also, Count Wolfe actually has a mask from a family of Death's descendants. I remember that Mr. Aztec's surname is Eggers … Unfortunately, I don't wish to be disturbed by any accidents at the moment. Otherwise, I might think of a way to help Mr. Aztec obtain this mask … Klein silently mumbled as he made Señor continue asking.
"How do you know Richardson?"
Godotpos said stiffly, "We got to know each other at a manor in East Balam.
"We met at the manor in East Balam. Back then, we were both slaves.
"And among the slaves, there were people who were secretly spreading the faith of Death. Richardson, his mother, and I couldn't help but become believers of Death in that kind of life. We secretly joined an organization that was very influential among the slaves.
"Later, Richardson's mother died of an illness, and he was brought to Baekeland. As for me, I stayed in East Balam and found an opportunity to escape the manor.
"A few years later, I was sent to Baekeland. By chance, I met Richardson again. H-he had actually forgotten his mother's death, forgotten the abuse he had suffered, and forgotten his faith in God. His will had been corrupted by a so-called peaceful life!
"In order to avoid me, he deliberately made mistakes and changed employers three times. However, how could he have imagined that his former companions were no longer ordinary people!?"
Everyone has the right to choose, as long as they don't harm others. However, Richardson and I are two different kinds of people … In the room, Klein closed his eyes and made Señor ask in a deep voice, "What's the name of the organization that's very influential among the slaves?
Godotpos hesitated for a moment before saying, "What's the name of the organization that's very influential among the slaves?"
Godotpos hesitated for a moment before saying, "The Eternal Life Order.
"Eternal Life Society. Those who worship the God of Death will obtain eternal life in the Underworld after leaving the painful real world."
Eternal Life Order … I know that. It's a branch of the Charismatic Order … As a Nighthawk, Klein knew quite a bit about it.
He continued controlling Señor to interrogate him, obtaining large amounts of information regarding the Eternal Life Order, the East Balam Reestablishment Nation, and the Black Skeleton Gang. He confirmed that Godotpos and company's hands were stained with the blood of innocents.
After ending the mediumship and cleaning up the traces, Klein waited for thirty minutes before letting the Wraith enter Godotpos's body once again. He controlled him to crawl out of the sewers and return to the shadows by the street.
And at this moment, in 160 Böklund Street, the servants with double-barreled shotguns were no longer focused on their patrols, as though they believed that the hidden danger had passed.
Klein pretended not to notice anything and continued sleeping in the master bedroom. However, he had already set up a ritual to summon himself and respond to himself. With Aztec's copper whistle, the iron cigar case, and Creeping Hunger, he silently left the house in the form of a wraith and shadow.
He followed behind Godotpos, maintaining a distance of eighty meters. He used this to control the marionette-possessed "hostage" to circle to another street and board a rental carriage at the intersection.
More than an hour later, 'Godotpos' returned to the headquarters of the Black Skull Gang. It was a small house near the dock.
There were large amounts of firearms hidden inside, and there were a few members sent by the East Balam Nation Reestablishment. They formed the upper echelons of the Black Skeleton Gang.
Godotpos knocked on the door according to the agreed method and said to a member who came to welcome him, "Yes, Sir.
"Richardson has already given in."
"Very good." The member swept a glance at Godotpos inattentively before making way for him to pass.
"Godotpos" surveyed the area and saw the high-performance explosives and a batch of rifles piled up in the corner of the house. And a few members of the upper echelons of the Black Skeleton Gang were gathered together, discussing something.
"Godotpos, want one?" The member from before handed him a cigarette.
This was a Southern Continent-style cigarette. It was made from dried tobacco leaves wrapped in a small amount of herbs.
Godotpos took it and casually picked up the matchsticks on the table. He took out a few and lit them.
Then, he threw the few burning matchsticks to a corner, throwing them at an easily ignitable explosive beside the high-performance explosives.
"…" Everyone present looked at Godotpos in a daze, momentarily unable to react to what had happened.
Rumble!
On a bench dozens of meters away, Klein sat there, his back facing the house that was engulfed in flames and tumbling heat waves.
A few seconds later, Señor, who was wearing a dark red coat, appeared beside him. There were some traces of being burned by the fire.
This Wraith pressed his hand to his chest and bowed before returning to the surface of the gold coin in the iron cigar case.
What a pity, I can't pick up the Beyonder characteristic; otherwise, it wouldn't look like an accident … The fact that the upper echelons of the Black Skeleton Gang don't have any Beyonders will definitely arouse suspicion … Klein sighed inwardly. He cleaned up the traces, ended the summoning, and returned above the gray fog.
The next morning, as though nothing had happened, he got up and washed up. He waited for his valet to come in and put on his outer clothes.
Richardson entered in silence and completed his work with great familiarity.
Then, he took a step back and lowered his head.
"Sir, after serving this week, I wish to resign."
His normal salary was from Housekeeper Taneja on a weekly basis.
"Why?" Klein looked at himself in the mirror and asked as he adjusted his vest.
At the same time, he leisurely thought to himself, Not bad. You know how to resign on your own accord and not bring trouble to your employer …
Richardson had already thought of an excuse.
"I don't think I'm capable enough to be a valet. Last night at the ball, I interacted with the servants of the other guests and realized that I'm still far from it."
Klein smiled and said, "Everyone has no experience.
"Everyone has no experience. Very few people grow up with experience. Think about it again and give me your final answer tomorrow."
"Alright, sir." Richardson didn't say anything else as he left the room and went to the first floor to help his employer get the morning's newspapers.
During this process, he would first flip through the papers and place the most interesting ones at the top.
As he flipped through them, his gaze suddenly froze as he focused on a piece of news.
"A violent explosion occurred at 79 Dyram Street in the Baekeland Bridge area. It's suspected to be related to the Black Skeleton Gang …
"According to the police, all the upper echelons of the Black Skeleton Gang died in this accidental explosion, including Lima, Moreira, Godotpos …"
This … Richardson shook his head, suspecting that he was dreaming.
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