The golden-eyed Rouen military demigod nodded in agreement.
"That's indeed the case. It's very similar to the style of certain fellows from the Intis intelligence agency.
"However, the Tutanssess II mummy vanished a few seconds after he took away the clump of soil. It's unlikely he could complete the ritual in time."
The lady looked down at the crown of thorns on her neck as she said with a slightly slow reaction, "Perhaps he, or they, had already completed the other steps of the ritual.
"Perhaps he, or they, had already completed the other steps of the ritual. Once they teleported back, they immediately threw the clump of soil into the altar and completed the last step.
"Of course, it might not be a ritual. It might also be a Sealed Artifact that can use bodily fluids to achieve certain effects. There are too many possibilities in this regard."
Although the main effects and negative effects of a Sealed Artifact would generally follow the Sequence characteristics of the 22 pathways, allowing the researchers to barely make a guess, just like how everyone had different personalities, Sealed Artifacts would have all sorts of strange characteristics due to the combination, the environment when they were formed, the possible presence of a high-ranking Beyonder's aura, or the curse of the original owner. It wasn't an actual test, so no one could think of them ahead of time and list them out one by one.
The golden-eyed demigod pulled out a chair and sat down.
"This is very difficult to investigate, so there's no need to consider it for the time being. However, you missed out on the direction of the investigation.
"Do you remember that 'tornado'? It swept up the Tutanssess II mummy's coffin, causing the ritual materials inside, which are bodily fluids, to leak out. It also made the mummy roll out, allowing it to obtain the conditions to turn into a zombie. In short, this laid the foundation for subsequent developments. Therefore, it can be confirmed that this was done by that mysterious person or his helper. "
The lady's eyes turned a little less unfocused as she slowly took off the crown of thorns.
"You mean that the Church of the Storm has the High-Sequence formulas and most of the Beyonder characteristics of the Sailor pathway, and that there aren't many Beyonders or mystical items that can create Tornado that don't belong to them? So, we can follow this line of investigation?"
The golden-eyed demigod nodded.
"And I remember that not long ago, there was a case in East Borough. The Aurora Order's Mr. X was killed at a gathering he held. Back then, Lightning Storm and Tornado were used at the scene.
"This attracted the attention of the Church of the Storm. They have been looking for clues.
"It can't be a coincidence that two 'tornadoes' that do not belong to the official organization have appeared consecutively in the same area in a short period of time. I think it can be preliminarily confirmed that there is an internal connection. The people who killed Mr. X and stole the mummy are likely to be the same group. We need to cooperate with the Church of the Storm to investigate together."
The lady put down the crown of thorns and thought for a moment.
"This is a very good direction.
"Also, we can analyze the situation from their goal and motive. It's impossible for people who only use the mummy as living corpse material to attempt to steal it at such a high risk. I suspect that the Tutanssess II mummy has an additional significance to them."
"The key to the ritual?" The golden-eyed demigod deliberated and said, "From the situation at the scene, the one who used a special item to attract the mummy's pursuit is likely a Wraith or a mystical item. Combined with the goal and motive, I have a guess …"
The lady's heart skipped a beat as she blurted out,
"A defector from Rose School?"
"Yes." The golden-eyed demigod nodded gently and said, "Although the creation of mummies is influenced by the worship of Death and the Sun, Rose School didn't forbid this burial custom even after it occupied a dominant position in the highlands and river valleys. This is enough to prove that mummies have a certain effect on them. Perhaps it's a ritual requirement of a certain Sequence."
At this point, he chuckled in a self-deprecating manner.
"There's another possibility, showing off and performing.
"That group of people might not really want the mummy. They just happened to meet the conditions and had a chance to steal it. Therefore, they put on a grand performance. For certain Sequences of certain pathways, this is the key to digesting the potion."
As a demigod, he had seen a lot of things, so he could naturally think of more possibilities.
The lady in the evening gown deliberated for a moment and said in a deep voice,
"I suspect that it's not a single possibility, but a mixture of many factors.
"We'll use this as a starting point to investigate."
…
Baekeland, Cherwood Borough, near the Tussock River.
Mahmosi sat in front of a square table that was covered with a tablecloth. He looked at the golden nails placed on it and said in a deep voice, "That's right.
He looked at the golden nails placed on it and said in a deep voice, "Zatwin, who do you think stole the Kadiv mummy?"
Not far behind him, on a piano stool, a figure quickly outlined itself.
The figure wore a black clergyman's robe and a black glove on his left hand. His face was thin, and his skin was brown. His eyes were sunken like a mummy's, and the roots of his beard were black and white. It extended from the sides of his mouth all the way to his ears. However, they weren't thick and were rather short, appearing like stars.
Zatwin's eyes were close to his skin color, light brown. He clearly had the bearing of a priest, but he exuded a cold and terrifying feeling. It was as though he was a pervert in Silence.
He thought and said, "The number of people who yearn for the Kadiv mummy and are willing to take the risk during a demigod battle can be counted on one hand. Among them, the only one hiding in Baekeland is Sharon.
"She likely received Reinette Tinekerr's help; otherwise, it's impossible for her to succeed."
Mahmosi picked up a golden nail covered in fine patterns and fell silent for a few seconds.
"Who's the one who's good at Teleportation?
"It doesn't look like German Sparrow … A helper that Sharon hired?"
"Perhaps." Zatwin coughed twice as he said with a livid expression, "I believe we still have to think of a way to pray to the Mother Tree. This should give us a certain revelation."
Mahmosi nodded gently as he stabbed the golden nail into his mouth, penetrating his lips.
Upon seeing this, Zatwin covered his mouth and slowly got up. With great difficulty, he went down to the first floor and prepared to leave and return to his hiding spot.
On the first floor, he saw a dark environment with shimmering candlelight. The fragrance of food wafted over from various places as it filled the air. The houses nearby were terraced, and the ground floor facing the street was a shop. On the surface, the Rose School's contact point was a restaurant. It mainly focused on the Southern Continent's cuisine.
As he had been injured during the operation, Zatwin didn't wish to maintain his evil spirit form. This was a rather heavy burden on him at the moment. Therefore, after changing into a black clergyman's robe, all he could do was walk to the door.
At this moment, a customer walked in from the restaurant's entrance.
The customer wore a black suit, black pants, and black leather shoes. He had a pair of black eyes and a thin face.
He had a rather wide forehead and wore a monocle and a tall top hat. His gaze casually swept the area before landing on Zatwin.
Seeing the black glove on Zatwin's left hand, the customer's lips curled up slightly as he shook his head with a smile, seemingly a little disappointed.
Then, he entered the restaurant and brushed past Zatwin, who was returning with a malicious gaze.
Zatwin didn't think too much of it as he walked outside and onto the street.
Under the illumination of the street lamps, the cool night breeze blew over as the Rose School demigod suddenly shivered.
Zatwin knew that this was a sign of his spiritual perception being triggered. His heart tightened as he hurriedly looked down at his hands. He was surprised to discover that the black glove on his left hand had disappeared!
It's gone!
As a demigod, Zatwin had no idea when the Sealed Artifact on his hand had disappeared!
He suddenly turned around and looked into the restaurant. The image of the man just now suddenly appeared in his mind.
Soon, he locked onto his target's aura and discovered that the man was still in the restaurant. He had even called for a waiter and asked for a menu.
Zatwin originally wanted to use Mirror Blink to possess him, but for some reason, his hands couldn't help but tremble. He vaguely felt that there were dangerous, terrifying, and undetectable enemies lurking around him!
A thought flashed through his mind as Zatwin subconsciously took a step to the side and walked to the end of the street as though nothing had happened.
...
Cherwood Borough, in a house.
Fors was flipping through the latest issue of Ladies' Aesthetics when she suddenly heard the sound of a key turning and the door opening.
"Why are you so late today?" She looked up at Xio at the door.
Xio ruffled her short blonde hair.
"When I was about to return, I saw the meeting sign from MI9. It was urgent."
"What's the matter this time?" Fors put down the magazine in her hand with piqued interest.
"A continuation of the murder of Mr. X," Xio said casually as she bent down to change into her slippers.
Fors's expression froze as her eyes darted around slightly.
"Are there any clues?"
"It can't be called a clue. Uh, back then, there was a demigod-level Tornado at the scene. This isn't common outside the Church of the Storm. And earlier tonight, a dock in Pritz Harbor suffered a small-scale Tornado attack. A Pharaoh mummy was stolen in the chaos," Xio explained simply. "MI9 suspects that the two incidents were done by the same group of people, so they urged us informants to work harder to gather information and find clues."
… There's a Tornado in my Leymano's Travels … Mr. German Sparrow? Why would he steal a Pharaoh mummy … Fors forced a smile.
"Perhaps it's done by the Church of the Storm?"
Xio rolled her eyes at her as she quickly walked into the kitchen in search of food.
…
Early in the morning, 160 Böklund Street.
Klein had just finished washing up, and before he could open the door for his valet, Richardson, to enter, his spiritual perception was triggered. He saw Miss Messenger's headless body walk out of the void with four heads in her hand.
One of them was biting on a rather thick envelope, while the other opened its mouth and spat out a large pile of gold coins.
I'm finally going to clear my debt … Klein glanced at Reinette Tinekerr's four heads and heaved a sigh of relief.
"I remember that I still owe you 3,413 gold coins. You can now withdraw the last portion of your debt."
At the same time, he found the pile of gold coins a little familiar, but he didn't think too much of it. This was because all the gold coins looked familiar to him.
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