Emlyn fell silent for two seconds, retracted his chin, and asked, "Yes?
Who is it? "
To him, although angels were worthy of respect, what really made him lower his head was that every important figure of the Sanguine who could be addressed as "Him" was a witness and a person who had personally experienced the long history of their race. They were the source of his pride.
"I'm not sure. In short, I'll inform you when the time comes." Cosmi Odora shook his head.
… Came for the Ancestor's revelation? There are follow-up instructions? Why didn't the Ancestor directly give me a revelation? It's more discreet this way. I'm the Sanguine "She" chose! Is this to avoid agitating Mr. Fool? Questions flashed through Emlyn's mind as he answered them himself.
Without another word, he put on his top hat and left the Odora family's villa.
When he came to the door, he looked at the bright Sun that the thin clouds couldn't block. Emlyn curled his lips in disdain, raised his hand to press down on the brim of his hat, lowered his head, and ran straight for the rental carriage at the end of the street.
He mumbled inwardly, Such weather really isn't suitable for going out!
The ingredients for the medicine that World wants aren't rare. It can be concocted in fifteen minutes … Yes, the ingredients that I previously ordered should be here today. The transaction that has been delayed by Miss Magicians for several days can be carried out …
…
Baekeland, Cherwood Borough.
Fors placed the glass bottles of medicine on the altar. Looking at the light blue or golden liquid, she felt a baffling sense of pleasure from shopping.
It's even more tempting than cocktails. I wonder what flavor it is. It might feel better if I put some ice cubes in … Seriously, what am I thinking? These are all medicine! Fors spat at herself as she busily tidied up the room.
After obtaining these healing medicines, she had already completed the preparations to head to the abandoned castle in Delaire Forest. All she needed to do was wait for Xio to return home!
After tidying up all sorts of things, Fors slumped onto the sofa. As she picked up a few newspapers, she planned her itinerary for the day.
I'll set off at dusk. I should be able to reach the town at the edge of the forest by dinner time …
Amidst her silent mumbling, Fors flipped to the newspaper, News at Sea.
Suddenly, her eyes narrowed, and a familiar name appeared in her pupils.
"German Sparrow!"
This adventurer appeared at sea again and boarded the Black Tulip with a middle-aged man known as Death Consul. They killed Admiral Hell Ludwell and changed the composition of the seven pirate admirals once again.
"…" Fors subconsciously patted her chest, not knowing what she was glad about.
At this moment, she inexplicably felt that German Sparrow's experience was legendary enough to be written into a book!
It's a pity that he's not someone who's easy to deal with. Otherwise, I could be a part-time biographer and write a book for him … Haha, if I really write "German Sparrow," I'll definitely be targeted by the official Beyonders … Fors entertained herself as she heard the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole.
She looked up and saw Xio push open the door and enter the living room.
"So early?" Fors was surprised.
Xio ruffled the right side of her blonde hair.
"I met up with MI9 again and accepted a mission."
"What mission?" Fors sat up and asked out of curiosity.
Xio casually threw her body onto the armchair.
"Investigate the origins of the crazy adventurer, German Sparrow.
"According to the information provided by MI9, this terrifying Beyonder's name is fake. His identity documents are also fake, and the source is in Baekeland.
"They suspect that German Sparrow has another identity here, an accomplice or collaborator."
Upon hearing the word "accomplice," the corners of Fors's mouth twitched uncontrollably. She wished to tell Xio that MI9's guess was right. German Sparrow's accomplice was sitting opposite her.
She coughed lightly and feigned calmness.
"Why are you investigating German Sparrow's origins?
"Did he do something again?"
Xio glanced at the stack of newspapers beside Fors.
"You haven't seen today's News at Sea?
"German Sparrow killed Admiral Hell Ludwell and is known as the strongest adventurer of the Five Seas.
"By the way, the people from MI9 also told me that Gehrman Sparrow might very well believe in the secret existence known as The Fool. This is news that came from many channels. There are traces of the Aurora Order and the Rose School of Thought."
I can prove this … They're right … Fors forced a smile.
"That sounds dangerous."
"Yes." Xio nodded. "I only plan on gathering intelligence and not conducting in-depth investigations."
Fors stopped mentioning this matter and said, "That's right.
Instead, she said, "I've already prepared the medicine. Shall we head to Delaire Forest today?"
Xio had already become a Sequence 7 Interrogator a few days ago. She had grasped a very useful ability, Psychic Piercing.
"Alright." Xio stood up with great motivation. "Let's set off now."
"Ah? Let's wait a little longer. I'm thinking of dusk … "Fors replied with some resistance.
She always wanted to drag things out until the very last moment.
Before long, she was pulled out of her rented apartment by Xio with all sorts of items. She boarded a rental carriage and headed for the nearby subway entrance.
Amidst a thunderous whistle, the huge steam locomotive dragged its black, meandering body into the platform and stopped under the illumination of the gas wall lamps on both sides.
Fors and Xio stood outside a carriage, patiently waiting for the passengers in front to come out.
Suddenly, they saw two Red Gloves.
The owner of this pair of Red Gloves was a man in his thirties who wore a white shirt and a black trench coat. His collar was raised extremely high, covering his chin and lips.
He had a pair of dark green eyes, and his sideburns were golden-brown. In his hand was a silver case that was wide and large enough to hold a violin.
Fors and Xio exchanged looks as they lowered their eyes and stared at the tips of their shoes.
…
As a high-ranking deacon of the Church of Evernight's Nighthawks, one of the twenty-two powerful figures in the upper echelons of the Church, and a member of the Red Gloves triumvirate, Crestet Cesimir wasn't a person who cared about ostentation. He liked to travel alone and take the transportation of commoners, acting like an ordinary member of the Church.
After changing to another subway line and arriving in North Borough, he boarded a rental carriage and went all the way to Saint Samuel Cathedral to meet the archbishop of the Baekeland diocese, Saint Anthony Stevenson.
After exchanging greetings and praising the Goddess, Cesimir found a seat and sat down before saying, "I'll be troubling you for the next period of time."
The clean-faced Archbishop Anthony, who was dressed in a black and red robe, also sat down.
He deliberated and said, "It has something to do with Ince Zangwill's matter?"
"Yes." Cesimir nodded slightly. "The Holy See wants me to inform you that another servant of the Goddess, the matron of the Evernight cloister, Ma 'am Arianna, will be coming to Baekeland soon."
This ascetic was ranked first among the thirteen archbishops.
Without waiting for Saint Anthony to ask, he explained in detail.
"Ma 'am Ilya learned a lot of important information from Ince Zangwill's remnant spirit, including the fact that he was used by 0-08 to escape due to mental problems, as well as the details of his cooperation with the royal family and the Demoness Sect …
"After plotting the Great Smog, Ince Zangwill suffered a backlash from 0-08 and was possessed by the Red Angel evil spirit that survived from the Fourth Epoch. He headed to the Southern Continent alone and attempted to set up a trap to hunt Ma 'am Ilya.
"The most important point is that Ince Zangwill has a very important underground ruin in his memories. It's in the northwestern suburbs of Baekeland, at a certain point before the Tussock River flows into this region.
"My mission is to find that ruin."
Saint Anthony listened quietly and asked thoughtfully, "What's the matter?
"Ince Zangwill doesn't know the exact location?
"He hasn't been there?"
Cesimir shook his head.
"He has entered before, but it was always under the guidance of others. He doesn't have any key information."
Saint Anthony grunted and asked, "What's the matter?
"Have you figured out which group of royal family members are working with Ince Zangwill?"
"No." Crestet Cesimir paused for a moment and said, "According to normal logic, regardless of whether the collaborator is disguised or not, since they have met before, there will definitely be the corresponding memory fragments. However, there are no traces of this in Ince Zangwill's Spirit Body. It's as though it never existed."
"Perhaps it's the influence of the contract. And for a Sequence 4 demigod to be completely helpless against it, the source of the contract's power is worth paying attention to." Saint Anthony nodded slightly.
He thought for a moment and said, "The telegram from before didn't describe much.
"The telegram from before didn't describe much. I don't know the exact details. Who killed Ince Zangwill?"
Crestet Cesimir slowly exhaled.
"A name you will never believe, Klein Moretti."
"The Nighthawk member who died in the line of duty during the Tingen incident?" The wrinkles on Anthony's forehead deepened.
"Yes, that's what Ilya reported. No one knows why Klein Moretti, who was only a Sequence 8 back then, came back to life, or why he was able to kill Ince Zangwill, who was a demigod and wielded 0-08, in less than a year …" At this point, Cesimir's expression turned a little odd. "The Holy See has instructed us to keep this information strictly confidential. We are not to divulge it to anyone other than the archbishop and high-ranking deacons. Furthermore, we are not to investigate Klein Moretti. Just treat it as though he has always been lying in his grave."
Saint Anthony was silent for a few seconds. He seemed to recall something and nodded indiscernibly.
He nodded indiscernibly and said, "Perhaps, this is a Blessed of the Goddess …"
Cesimir suddenly looked up at Saint Anthony as though he was a lunatic.
His lips quivered a few times, but he ultimately didn't say a word.
Anthony didn't continue the topic. He glanced at the door and said solemnly, "Your mission might require a lot of investigations.
This requires sufficient manpower. Yes, Sostel's team has already completed their mission in the Southern Continent. I'll get them to rush back as soon as possible and listen to your arrangements. "
"Alright." Crestet Cesimir had no objections.
…
"Rest for a day before returning to Baekeland?" Leonard looked up at his captain, Sostel.
Sostel looked at him, who had been silent for quite some time, with pity.
He nodded and said, "Yes."
After watching the Spirit Warlock leave his room, Leonard sighed silently and leaned back against the wall.
At this moment, a dark red beam of light surged out from his eyes, completely drowning him out.
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