Chapter 15: chapter 13
Chapter 49 Playing with Yu Guzhang
The plain white screen covered the gossip, and a crooked candle burned on the copper lamp holder. The flame drifted in the air, struggling in the windless calm, transmitting warmth and light to the outside.
Jerry Zaratul placed the red wine glass on the carefully folded square towel, showing others a false smile as always.
"I admire your high moral standards. You are able to put your life and freedom at risk for an estranged woman. This is something I do not possess."
"As I said in my letter, this red wine was produced in 1174. It was the most popular one in Trier when His Majesty Russell Gustav was in power in Intis. I Guess that should be enough to show my sincerity."
Klein's eyes did not move away from "Brenton's" fake smile because of the historic glass of red wine in front of him. The corners of his pursed lips were slightly curved, making him look a bit mean.
"But I don't know your name yet."
"When are you going to let me see Miss Angelica?"
In the dimly lit living room, there were only the two of them and some simple furniture, with no sign of the poor lady.
"You will know her whereabouts after we finish talking about the matter," Jerry Zaratul smiled slightly, "I will not do such a dishonest thing."
He knew very well that he and the forces behind him had not left a good impression on the gentleman they needed to win over. He simply did not insist on the hypocritical politeness popular in Intis and went straight to the point:
"Mr. Moretti, how do you feel about your life now?"
Life... Klein frowned, breathed a sigh of relief slowly, and spoke with a strong emphasis.
"Thanks to you, we have almost no time to spare."
"Is that bad?"
Seeing Jerry Zaratul's brows raised, Klein changed the subject and defeated the other party's intention to get closer.
"No, I am very satisfied with my current life. Compared with the embarrassment and poverty in the past, after joining the 'Nighthawks', I received a salary that I could not even imagine before, and allowed my family to live in a spacious house. I also have a group of colleagues who are worthy of trust and entrustment. Although all this is based on the premise that you disrupted my normal life and prevented me from living an ordinary life in confusion, I am very satisfied."
"Looking at it this way, it seems that I have to thank you." Klein squinted his eyes and raised his chin towards Jerry Zaratul.
"Oh, it depends on what you said."
Unfortunately, the other party was not annoyed by the sarcasm in Klein's words. Instead, the smile on his face became more playful. He picked up the red wine placed on the handkerchief and took a sip.
"The 'Nighthawks' are really good. Compared with the elm-headed people who believe in tyrants and the sun, they know how to be fraternal and considerate. They will put down their emotions when encountering things, analyze the pros and cons carefully, and sometimes think from the perspective of vulnerable groups. ."
"But people always have shortcomings..." Jerry Zaratul glanced at Klein meaningfully and said slowly, "For example, the top leaders of your church are not very confident about sharing knowledge with higher education. The power is given to you provincials, except for the big shots in Backlundry, most of the Nighthawks will always have to face such problems in front of troubles that they cannot deal with."
"Believe me Mr. Moretti, I have more experience than you in this area, just like the topics we have talked about before."
Jerry Zaratul looked at Klein who was wavering in his eyes, and sharply punctured the fig leaf called respectability.
"You don't have the strength to deal with emergencies, especially those involving higher levels."
What's the meaning?
Klein didn't think that the "faceless man" took the big risk to call him today to intimidate him. On the contrary, he sensed a dangerous flavor in the other party's words.
Tingen is indeed perilous at the moment. Ince Zangwill and his 0-08, the Aurora Society, the Secret Order, and the witches who have not been uprooted before, the whole city is like a pot that has been covered with a lid. Boiling water that is constantly heated may not be able to withstand the internal pressure and explode at any time.
The most terrible thing is that the only antidote to cool down this pot of boiling water - the aid from the Holy Church, has not responded. Even the previous help was diverted by other things, abandoning Tingen far away, leaving the Black Thorn behind. The "Nighthawks" team of the security company were left to fend for themselves in a sea of misery.
No, how could I have such an idea... Klein calmed down again and still didn't touch the glass of red wine.
The reason why the temple cannot support me is not because of the guy in front of me, but because of the cultists behind them.
"It seems that you have realized it yourself," Jerry Zaratul interrupted Klein's reflection appropriately, "To put it bluntly, we are all facing a big trouble now."
"Archbishop Zangwill, who defected from your side, came to this small city with a very dangerous level 0 sealed artifact, which none of us expected."
"As an extraordinary person in the organization, I forgive you for understanding that there are some secrets about 0-08 that I cannot tell you, but you need to know that that sealed object, just like its appearance, has the ability to arrange the fate of others. All of our Conversations and all the secrets in the mind are naked in front of that pen, because only by knowing enough prerequisites can it write the future better."
"Have you not experienced the horror of being toyed with your fate before?"
Jerry Zaratul's seemingly frank words disintegrated Klein's manuscript and blocked his intention to refute.
but...
"I can understand that because of this pen, are there any internal problems among you?"
For a moment, Jerry Zaratul smelled a hint of horror from the young man's warm smile.
His smile became stiff, but because he had the backing of the "Joker", he didn't look even more embarrassed.
"Now I know why you are so valued by His Highness."
The "Faceless Man" didn't intend to use compliments to prevaricate, but in this situation, it was useless to say nice words.
"Well, we did mess up, and the result is exactly the same as your divination," Jerry Zarath clapped his hands and said frankly, "What I said to you before is basically true. I did receive the message. A very important task... The divine descending ceremony that made you extraordinary was not what we wanted, and it was of no use to our purpose, so this mistake must be remedied."
"You also planned another divine descending ceremony!" Klein growled almost uncontrollably.
If he didn't have the most basic sense, he would probably shout out directly.
Jerry Zaratul waved his hand, signaling Klein not to interrupt and to listen to what he had to say.
"Because we didn't know the existence of Ince Zangwill before, we ignored the important variable of 0-08, and we didn't make any plans for the coincidence of fate."
"As a result, in the early hours of this morning, a member who participated in the divine descending ceremony and could even be said to be the provider of the plan defected."
Klein immediately frowned.
He has seen the methods of Mr. A and this "faceless man". There must be other Beyonders in the stronghold of the Southern Continent. How can a person who has mastered important secrets defect under such guard?
"It seems that your so-called faith is not as pious as the legend says." Klein reluctantly sneered.
"This is just an exception." Jerry Zaratul grabbed the wine glass and took another sip, as if to hide his embarrassment, "The important thing is that you don't know what this means!"
"That's a divine descending ceremony, a special divine descending ceremony!"
"If with the Lord's favor before, we could still ensure that development was under control, then now it is equivalent to handing ammunition that can equip six artillery regiments into the hands of a child who can run around. None of us can do anything about it. Anticipate when it will explode."
"Don't tell me that the container you chose is the gentleman who defected, right?" Klein leaned forward and discussed with the enemy seriously, regardless of his position.
Judging from what God did last time, there are only two options in the Southern Continent.
I have never come into contact with extraordinary ordinary people or members of the same sequence as the objects descended from the gods.
Klein's intuition told him that the former was more likely.
"If he was an ordinary person, wouldn't you have controlled him?"
Listening to this heart-wrenching question, Jerry Zaratul shook his head bitterly.
"That's the real point, Ince Zangwill disrupted us all sooner than we thought."
"Many reasons that were unreliable when I think about it now sounded extremely reasonable at the time. Even if we want to remedy it now..."
Jerry Zaratul's words came to an abrupt end, and he played a little language trick here.
Then, with an extremely serious expression, he advised Klein rather solemnly:
"Mr. A has already shown sincerity to you once, and it will be the same this time. The situation in Tingen is getting out of control. You don't have to hang yourself in this small city. Your identity is special in our beliefs. As a person who has survived a certain death situation and received the favor of the gods, the Southern Continent is happy to accept you and your family."
Such a sincere tone may not have appeared many times in his entire life, but unfortunately he did not get a reply - although this was within his expectation.
Time passed by, and Jerry Zaratul sat on the chair without any irritation.
Those who have been favored by the gods... It seems that they don't know that I have seen "Mystery" and can use the gray mist. They just regard me as a lucky person who has a relationship with "Mystery". Maybe in This important step in awakening the "secret" may come in handy in the future...
But why?
Don't they know the "secret" wishes? Even if low-level members like the "Faceless Man" don't know, the loyal ally of the "Secret" - the True Creator, doesn't know His thoughts?
If I have been regarded as an important opportunity in the future recovery of "Mystery", the Southern Continent can completely abduct me by force. What are they struggling with and afraid of? They insist on asking for my own opinion and want me to take the initiative to go there?
The most likely speculation is that I have actually been regarded as the agent of "mystery" in reality, a container with my own consciousness, because of the information leaked by "Magician"?
That makes sense... Klein gave his own answer.
"I won't go. I said, I'm very satisfied with my current life."
Looking at the unnoticeable hint of disappointment and complicated happiness in Jerry Zaratul's eyes, Klein shook his head.
"I think we have nothing to talk about. Now leave Miss Angelica to me. I can pretend that what happened today didn't happen. We can also find a way to work together to deal with the trouble you caused."
He doesn't think the "Nighthawk" team has the ability to handle a divine descending ritual that has gone out of control. In this regard, he is not rigid and makes a clear distinction.
"Well, it seems that you are willing to save some face for us," Jerry Zaratul seemed to have expected this. He was not angry, only a touch of regret, "but I need to remind you, I am afraid that this conversation will That's not all the unpleasantness."
Klein's movements froze, and his brows that had finally soothed gradually furrowed again.
"Let me give you a gift," Jerry Zaratul threw a note to Klein, and then continued, "There is a traitor in the team of 'Nighthawks' who has been in contact with us for many years. Today he finally Determined to try the body refining ritual and resurrect someone he cares about."
"To be honest, I don't think someone as old as him and still in Sequence Nine can complete any complicated rituals."
Klein's eyes slowly opened wide, he lost his normal voice, and asked blankly while rubbing his dry vocal cords:
"Old Neil, when did he... start?"
"About ten years ago, I read his information. He lost his fiancée very early, and he was an infatuated man." Jerry Zaratul answered simply and without any burden.
No wonder, no wonder Old Neil knew things about the Southern Continent very well, no wonder... Klein's hands were cold and his brown eyes trembled slightly.
"You took advantage of this and asked him to work for you?"
"Maybe, but he didn't just look for us. As far as I know, he also heard the ravings of the 'Hidden Sage'." Jerry Zaratul looked at Klein strangely, "Things going forward I don't know, it's not my responsibility."
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"If you are worried about him, I suggest you inform your colleagues. His information is of little use to us now." Jerry Zaratul continued, a little dissatisfied with Klein's emotional performance. So much so that he didn't take a closer look at Klein, who was losing his temper, and didn't realize that the young man had raised his head with blood-red eyes.
Yes, it's useless. If it weren't for these people... Klein slammed the table, and no matter how restrained he was, he couldn't help but curse:
"What the fuck! You are fucking taking advantage of an old man and his love for his fiancée!"
He stood up immediately, and it took a lot of effort not to take action against the "faceless man".
"Where is Miss Angelica?"
"Ha," suddenly, looking at Klein's appearance, Jerry Zaratul laughed out loud, "I didn't kidnap her at all, Angelica just read our forged letter and went home to see her mother. went."
He shrugged, "Of course, you don't have to believe me."
Damn it... Klein cursed again in his heart, and never looked at the despicable "faceless man" again. With the help of the candles that were almost burned out in the room, the orange-red flames suddenly expanded, and he rushed like crazy. Went in the direction of Blackthorn Security Company.
In the plain white room, Jerry Zaratul was the only one left sitting at the table.
He tilted his head indifferently, picked up the wine bottle, filled the bottom of the cup with dark red liquid, and savored the bottle of wine from his great-grandfather's era.
That Mr. Moretti looked very angry, and in the end he had no intention of letting the matter of "cooperative handling" fall through.
Huh...that's a good start.
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Chapter 50 Him and Her
Orange-red flames erupted in the lamp niche. Klein, wearing a top hat and carrying a cane, strode out of the flames. Just as he was about to speak, he found that the company was empty, and there was no sign of Roshan even at the front desk. Only the clock was ticking. sound.
Captain and the others are not in the company?
It's eleven o'clock... Klein held the head of his staff tightly, praying constantly in his heart, and walked down the spiral staircase. He didn't care about making the same joke as Leonard, and hurriedly hurried Go to Chanis Gate.
No matter what happens, there must be someone on duty at Chanis Gate. Worse still, there are guards behind the gate. Even if all the teams stationed on the ground there are lost, they can still hold on for a long time with the ashes of the saint used to suppress the sealed objects. .
The heavy footsteps were deafening in the quiet underground. Leonard, who was sitting in the duty room, yawned and couldn't help but be a little surprised.
He calmly looked towards the exit of the stairs, then opened his eyes slightly in shock.
"Klein, what happened?"
Klein, whose formal clothes were messy, had his chest heaving, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was indescribably solemn.
"Leonard, where are the captain and the others?"
"Where did everyone else go?"
Leonard, who was confused, took off his collar, stuffed the story he was using to kill time back into his pocket, and couldn't help but become serious.
"Captain and the others went to visit old Neil. Now it's just me and Brett in the company."
Going to visit old Neil at this time?
There was a buzz in Klein's head, and he froze on the spot as if he had been hit hard.
Ince Zangwill... He kept repeating this name in his mind that had left him with deep fear, and he couldn't open his lips.
Is this also his arrangement? He wants to use Old Neil's ritual to wipe out the entire "Nighthawks" team in one fell swoop?
Using almost all his strength, Klein managed to squeeze out a little sound from between his teeth:
"When did Captain and the others leave?"
"Ten o'clock in the morning."
Even the time was correct... Klein couldn't help but take two steps back.
As the "Faceless Man" said, there are no secrets in their behavior and thoughts in front of 0-08. Ince Zangwill knew that the cultists in the Southern Continent would definitely take action today, so he deliberately chose to let them know at this time Old Neil was exposed and detonated this exploitable hidden danger in advance.
Klein became more and more convinced of his conjecture and took deep breaths to calm down from his confused and panic state.
He seriously warned Leonard:
"Old Neil has been taken advantage of. There may be big trouble today. I'm going to find the captain and the others now. You must guard Chanis Gate. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
Ince Zangwill defected to the "Nighthawks" because he failed to become a demigod. The most likely target for him is naturally the ashes of the saint behind Chanis' door. This item is most likely to be related to 3-0782 Just like the "Mutated Sun Holy Emblem", through some means, it can directly serve as the main material of the potion.
"Afraid of what?"
"Is Old Neil being used by the Secret Order?" Leonard took an anxious step forward. Before he finished speaking, he felt his inspiration being touched. He and Klein looked at the dark staircase at the same time. corner.
Under the unlit gas lamp, Dunn, the captain of the "Nighthawks" team, looked gloomy. Behind him were two shadows, one slumped and the other rickety. The three of them were condescending, looking down at the helpless young man, their eyes as deep as lakes revealed. With deep sadness.
...
"Break open the door." Dunn said suddenly.
"Knock it away?" A look of surprise appeared on Luo Yao's face, "Captain, haven't we determined the situation yet?"
There was still a little hope left in her heart, and she didn't want to believe that the eldest member of the team might have slipped into the most dangerous abyss and was about to become a monster to be executed by her own hands.
"Bump away." Dunn repeated, "Before the evil forces appear yet."
Frye behind him raised his elbows, and Dai Li was also ready, holding the "death" charm for suppression in one hand and holding a gun in the other.
"Don't worry, maybe something hasn't happened to Old Neil yet, and we still have a chance to save him." Although Dunn was so relieved, like Fry, he pressed his elbow against the door panel and kept his hands from the wall.
Boom!
With a muffled sound, the dark brown door panel was easily torn apart by the physically strong Extraordinary. "Nightmare" and "Gravedigger" stood in front of them, looking around vigilantly at the living room that was almost the same as usual. Arms were level and dark. The gun was pointed into the house.
Dunn noticed that, unlike the last time he came to visit Old Neil, there was an elegant black piano on the left side of the round table in the living room, which was now bathed in sunlight and reflecting warm colors.
Everything in this living room is tidied up and orderly. It is completely unlike an ordinary bachelor's residence, as if there really is a mistress.
Everything is normal.
"Captain, the smell of blood is getting stronger." Frye sniffed, his voice cold and biting.
He pointed his gun in the direction of the master bedroom, where the door was locked.
Dunn made no sound, but replaced orders with actions.
His pupils were stained with a layer of darkness, and the spirit body suddenly raised its gaze, and with Dai Li's cooperation, it was put on a layer of protection.
From the perspective of the dream, the house built with inorganic masonry and wood is dark. On the contrary, there is a dim spirit deep in the bedroom, with many areas covered with abnormal dark color patches due to aging. He is hugging the body. Another box whose light was almost extinguished was curled up on the ground.
The moment Dunn cast his gaze, the figure also looked at him.
The "nightmare" with deep pupils suddenly woke up and said in a very small voice to both sides:
"Old Neil hasn't had any trouble yet, but he is emotionally unstable. We can persuade him."
Listening to Dunn's words, Dai Li frowned but said nothing.
The four of them arrived at the bedroom door.
At this moment, a coughing sound suddenly came from behind the bedroom door, and Old Neil said in a hoarse voice:
"Dunn, is that you?"
"There should be no other 'nightmares' in a small place like Tingen."
Dunn's gray eyes were extremely dark, and he answered unhurriedly in a mellow voice:
"I heard you were sick and we came to visit you."
"Sick?" Old Neil in the room suddenly sneered, his smile was a bit miserable, "I'm not sick, and I won't get sick. If you come to see me, why are there so many people here at once?"
"Where are little Klein and little Roxanne?"
"These two young people won't give up such an opportunity to take a vacation and have a big meal, right?"
"Why didn't I see them?"
The room suddenly became quiet, Luo Yao bit his lips tightly, Frye and Dai Li lowered their heads, only Dunn faced the door expressionlessly, his voice still mellow.
"We smelled blood outside your house just now. Rosanne and Mrs. Orianna are outside the door, as well as Cesar. Leonard, Klein, and Brett have something to do today, and Conley and Siga are on vacation. ."
He spoke the names of everyone in "Nighthawks" in detail, as if he were chatting.
"Have you encountered any difficulties? We can help you." Dunn said sincerely.
He heard the rustle of clothes and inaudible sobs.
"Help?" Old Neil almost screamed, his voice suddenly rising, "...I don't deserve your help!"
This answer shocked all the "Nighthawks" outside the door, and Luo Yao, who had always been expressionless, had a huge look of astonishment on his face.
"How can I, a traitor, be worthy of you..."
The "sinner" hiding in the room continued his confession, his voice distorted and distorted.
"You know, right? I know Leonard saw me that day!"
"Yes, I knew this day would come, but I really can't bear it anymore. I have to do it!"
"What are you going to do?" Infected by Old Neil's emotions, Dunn also became excited.
He has realized that things may be different from what he and everyone expected, and it is beyond the scope of what they can accept.
"I want...I want..." When Dunn asked him, Old Neil suddenly found it difficult to speak and could not continue.
He let out a heavy sob and avoided the question.
"Dunn, let me go. I will leave Tingen by myself. I will leave the city and run to the mountains. I am almost ready. I can accomplish what I want to do by myself. After I leave, There are some things hidden in my study table, you can take a look and you will understand."
Dunn closed his eyes and already touched the door with his hand.
"You are so old, where do you want to go?"
"Rather than reading the letters you left, I would rather you tell me in person that we have known each other for fifteen years and that you saved my life. Will there still be a gap between us because of trust?"
But what I'm worried about is losing this trust... Old Neil wiped his eyes mockingly, and every wrinkle on his face showed his inner struggles.
However, before he could think of how to answer, the closed door had been opened.
The fragile door lock was removed from the hole by Dunn with dexterous force. Behind the door, the four "Nighthawks" dressed in black looked at the unfinished combination of ritual symbols on the floor of the house. A large number of them were stored in the jar. There was blood, and the old urn in Old Neil's arms, with different expressions on his face.
Old Neil, whose secret was exposed nakedly in the sight of his closest friends, could no longer escape. His back suddenly slumped, and he tugged at the corner of his mouth in despair.
"Yes, we have known each other for fifteen years." He murmured, "In the past fifteen years, you have always trusted me, allowed me to reimburse unreasonable expenses, and pretended not to see my little problems..."
"But, Dunn!" Old Neil suddenly raised his head and tried to meet Dunn's eyes, but was stabbed by those deep gray eyes again. It took him several attempts before he firmed up, "Now you see My deepest secret, can you still forgive me?"
He touched the mysterious symbols drawn with blood on the ground, and pointed his fingers next to the patterns that clearly showed the belief in the true Creator of the Southern Continent. His already cloudy eyes were filled with tears.
"I'm a traitor."
Seeing this scene, Luo Yao had turned his head away completely. Dai Li's face was covered by the long hair on his forehead, and his expression could not be seen. He just turned his head and said something in the direction of Dunn, even the coldest one. Frye also shook his head complicatedly and lowered the gun in his hand.
Being questioned by Old Neil, Dunn, who stood tall and straight, had only an expressionless face, like a stone sculpture, staring at Old Neil's blurry blood red, and his voice was terrifyingly calm.
"When did it start?"
"What have you always wanted to try?"
Old Neil no longer dared to look directly at such eyes, and his heart stung.
"A long time ago, a long time ago, eleven years ago."
He didn't notice that Dunn's standing body swayed slightly and continued:
"Do you still remember an operation against the Secret Order? We separated to search for an injured 'divineer'. You and I and Adelaide were separated for more than an hour and found nothing. In the end we only found It can be determined that the 'divineer' has escaped from Tingen."
"Actually, I caught him at that time, really, but, but..."
Old Neil bit his cheek, tears remaining in the ravines left by the years, and he could hardly help himself.
"...They have information on all of us, they know that Adelaide has a daughter - they know about Roxanne, they know about me, I had a fiancée who knew I couldn't let go of Sally Sister."
"He talked to me a lot. I don't know how I was persuaded. When I left that place and let him go, I just felt that Sasilit was saved!"
Old Neil hugged the urn in his arms tighter.
"Dunn, you know, you know that I was unable to save her at the time. I...I haven't seen her in thirty-four years."
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"Dunn, Dai Li, Luo Yao, Fry, you... just let me go."
"I have always adhered to the motto of 'Peeper', this blood!" Old Neil suddenly pointed to the glass jar containing the blood, "This blood is all my own, and I have never revealed the importance of the team to the cultists. Information, I have been prevaricating them, really, you have to believe me!"
"Let me go, banish me, exile me!"
"Just tell the church that I'm dead. My inheritance and pension can be donated to the orphanage. I just want Sallysette to come back. I will save her. She shouldn't only have a life span of twenty years!"
"I will commit suicide to the goddess after everything is over..." He suddenly lost all his strength and seemed to feel ridiculous himself.
"Old Neil," Dunn said with a deep voice after a long sigh, "You still have a chance, think about it carefully, this is not the ending that Ms. Salister wanted, nor is it a person who has saved many people. The ending that the 'Nighthawk' of life deserves."
Dunn stepped over the prototype of the ritual carefully arranged by Old Neil, and the blood symbols on the ground blurred for an instant.
He helped Old Neil, who was lying limply on the ground, without taking out the handcuffs or taking away the urn that he was holding on to. He just spoke gently and patiently, as if persuading a child.
At his signal, Dai Li lit a pair of potions that she carried with her. Along with the ethereal and mysterious chanting, the magnificent blue highlighted a vague to almost illusory figure from the air, which was a tranquil lady.
Dunn supported Old Neil, who had completely lost his self-control and could only express his inner excitement with tears, with a soft voice.
"She never left. You still have a chance, teacher."
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Chapter 51 Sun
There was only silence in the lounge that used to be full of laughter, and a terrifying low pressure hung over every "Nighthawk".
They remained silent, and no one mentioned the major event that had just happened. No one had adapted to the separation between the past and the present, and could only use silence to fight against the suppressed emotions.
Leonard Mitchell leaned back in his chair, his legs rarely firmly planted on the ground, his eyes empty and unfocused.
Klein, who was standing next to him, pressed his face against the window, making it difficult to see his expression clearly under the backlight.
At this moment, Dunn, the captain of the "Nighthawk" team, is interrogating his former companions in the solitary room. Dai Li and Luo Yao stay in Old Neil's house to deal with the remaining ritual patterns and related cult materials in the house. The details have not yet been reported to the Holy Church, and no member of the "Nighthawk" team has mentioned this matter. It seems that they have not yet figured out how to report it.
None of them wanted to see Old Neil, who had devoted his whole life to the team, being taken into the dungeon guarded by the ascetics.
Having an affair with a cultist is an unforgivable sin no matter which church you belong to, not to mention that the process lasted eleven years. Who knows if the church will think of the "Nighthawks" who died before when they hear such news? Old Neil also contributed to this.
They are willing to trust their companions and are unwilling to doubt, but others are not.
The entire Blackthorn Security Company fell into a strange state of suspension.
Da, da, da, the footsteps echoed in the corridor. Dunn, who was only wearing a suit and vest, seemed to have aged ten years suddenly. His already backward hairline also had a few more marks due to this sudden blow. There are no obvious wrinkles on his forehead, and the corners of his eyes reveal a strong sense of exhaustion.
He stood at the door of the lounge, looked around, looked at his companions who were paralyzing him in different ways, and sighed softly.
"Old Neil has been locked up in the solitary room during this period."
No one responded to his words, so he continued alone:
"I will truthfully convey his experience to the church and wait for the church's decision."
Leonard, whose eyes were dull, turned his head mechanically, and the pale Fry touched Klein who was facing the window. The three of them looked at me, and I looked at you. In the end, Fry, the oldest and most calm character, Lai opened his mouth and said:
"...Did Old Neil say anything else?"
Dunn's eyes darkened a little, nodded and said:
"have."
"He hoped that Daley could appease Mrs. Salister's spirit. He didn't want his wife to see him like this, and then just like what he said at the time, before the church's punishment was issued, he donated the inheritance to Welfare organization under the name of the church, donated to orphanages, he said Mrs. Salister likes children."
"He said..." Dunn seemed to want to be lively and forced an ugly smile, "He is professional in this area. This is a loophole in the church. Even if the punishment is harsh, he will not pursue the case. Donated property."
Frye, who had worked in the church's welfare organization, opened his mouth, seemed to have thought of something, and nodded lonely.
"fair enough."
He unconsciously glanced at Leonard, who was also closely related to the welfare institution, and found that the unruly poet had already covered his face with his long messy hair, hiding the fragility in his heart.
"However, there is one more thing. "The chores have been handed over. As the captain, Dunn has to cheer up and barely return to working condition." Old Neil said that he has been talking to a circus disguised as Teren. Sost intelligence agency correspondence."
"They have agreed on a fixed contact information and meeting place. Since there have been no problems in the past eleven years, the cultists will be relatively relaxed and can be used by us to catch the members of the Aurora Society and the Secret Order hiding in Tingen. "
Dunn's mellow voice paused, "This is also the last contribution he wants to make to the church."
Old Neil had a mental breakdown and voluntarily gave up the ritual. This was an unexpected situation that the other party had no control over. After the "Nighthawk" team's subsequent investigation, no other extraordinary power surveillance was found near Old Neil's home. This is considered rare. The "Nighthawks" had the information before the cultists in the Southern Continent.
Investigate the circus... The "magician" who appeared in the "Soothsayer Club" today should be a member of that circus.
Klein recalled the strange man's final curtain call.
What happened in the club today was essentially a show, a show for him, and an attempt by the "Magician" to digest the potion.
These people are really not wasting anything... Klein gritted his teeth and suddenly said:
"Captain, let me add something."
The eyes of several others in the room suddenly focused on Klein.
"Old Neil insisted on resurrecting Mrs. Salister for so long. Although the sudden collapse is reasonable, it happened too suddenly, and it happened to coincide with your visit to him. Don't you think this is a bit... a coincidence?"
He emphasized the word "coincidence" and hinted to Dunn with his eyes.
this...
Not only Dunn, but Leonard, another insider, also shuddered at the same time.
"Are you suspecting that..." Dunn frowned suddenly, "Is there the handiwork of Ince Zangwill?"
"I'm afraid if we want to investigate the circus, we have to be wary of this real apostate." Klein ruthlessly used the worst accusation for a church member to refer to Ince Zangwill.
He knew that his conversation with his teammates would be heard by Ince Zangwill, and he didn't mind attracting the opponent's hatred in this way.
At least he has a secret and something special.
Whether it is his relationship with the Southern Continent or the talisman of the "sun" domain hidden above the gray fog, it can give him more confidence than his companions.
"I know," after thinking for a moment, Dunn raised his head, "But for us, these are enemies that need to be dealt with. The actions of the circus remain unchanged. As for Ince Zangwill, I will Notify the church at the same time. In this case, the senior deacon assigned by the church can arrive in Tingen within three days."
Three days?
Do we really have three days to prepare?
Klein somewhat doubted the captain's judgment, but the special nature of 0-08 did not allow him to spread the real dangers that needed to be guarded against, so he could only worry secretly.
Even if the captain sends a telegram to Winter County today, Klein has enough reasons to suspect that the message may be intercepted by Ince Zangwill.
I hope 0-08's monitoring of the surroundings is not time-sensitive, Goddess bless... Klein drew the crimson moon pattern on his chest with great piety.
...
"What a bad thing, what a bad luck, poor Ince Zangwill~"
"I didn't expect that Klein Moretti would become the favored one of the Creator and get in touch with the intelligence personnel of the Trunsoest Empire. This is simply unimaginable."
"A 'magician' blessed by three gods. His existence seriously disrupted Ince Zangwill's plan. Dunn Smith is already preparing to send a telegram to the Temple of Night!"
"I wonder which deacon the Night Temple will send over. Will it be the 'Eye of the Goddess' that Ince Zangwill is most jealous of?"
"still..."
boom!
A pale palm slapped the quill that was writing so passionately on the table, hammering out a few cracks on the wooden table.
Ince Zangwill, who had lost an arm and an eye, flashed with malice and anger in his eyes. The eerie cold wind was mixed among the dancing spirits, venting out this " gatekeeper" rage.
Although this was within his expectation, the plan was ruined time and again by a rookie who only had Sequence Seven and had only been an Extraordinary for less than two months.
Ince Zangwill could never calmly put aside his emotions and be completely dominated by reason.
Especially since this hateful rookie is a traitor, a traitor who was favored by the goddess and even betrayed her after receiving divine favor!
But soon, as long as everything goes well...Ince Zangwill's handsome face like a marble sculpture regained his composure, picked up the quill that he had slapped on the table, and quickly compiled the development of the incident. The telegraph line of the Unicom Blackthorn Security Company was destroyed, restricting the "Nighthawks"'s communication with the outside world from all angles, and making the traps that had been laid more reasonable.
After doing all this, he reconsidered the part that puzzled him the most.
Why is it said to be the blessing of three gods?
Who else but the Goddess and the True Creator?
...
The eternal gray mist enveloped three charms that exuded warmth. Klein threw two of them into the sacrificial door that opened in front of him and threw them into his bedroom in reality, leaving only one in his hand. inside.
After trying it, he has determined that the power contained in the spell is enough to help pray from the God-Forsaken Land.
He wanted to respond to the tall boy.
The weak voice of prayer was ethereal, and Klein extended his spirituality. A burst of crimson randomly exploded, leaving like a tide from the galaxy, flowing to an empty seat, and sending a tall figure in front of Klein.
Derrick, who was still praying to the gods just now, looked at the towering palace supported by huge stone pillars and the boundless gray fog that suddenly appeared in front of him. He was stunned for only a second, then immediately lowered his head, not daring to look forward. .
He bit his lips tightly, feeling extremely happy after the initial panic.
He is the "God of Mysteries", the kingdom of God of another Lord, whose prayers were heard by God, and he was even allowed to enter the Kingdom of God.
Father and mother, and more elders in Silver City can be saved!
At this moment, he heard a mellow voice speaking pure Elvish language.
"Are you from the City of Silver?"
Klein heard this from his incoherent prayer just now.
Compared with the previous times, this time the young man below was much more desperate and anxious. It seemed that his relatives who were tortured by pollution could no longer bear it.
"Yes, the great 'God of Mysteries'." Derrick swallowed, and his mind was frantically recalling the history taught by the teacher in the general course. He didn't know what kind of attitude he should use to face the supreme god.
"You seem to have been praying." Klein played with the golden charm like a coin in his hand, constantly turning it between his fingers.
The spark of hope in Derrick's heart grew stronger. Thinking of the church priest's praise of the Lord's mercy and love for the world, he barely controlled himself and said excitedly:
"Lord, our city has been cursed by the evil from darkness for a long time. We have to end the lives of our loved ones with our own hands from generation to generation in order to avoid this vicious curse and prevent our dead relatives from turning into terrible evil spirits. I hope you can send down a gift. , to restore health to people tortured by pollution."
He is burdened with the curse of parricide, but he just wants me to help him purify the pollution that exists in his current relatives?
Is there something else hidden in this that makes him even think that even the "God of Mysteries" can't solve the curse?
Klein held the talisman in his palm and looked at the boy below for a few seconds.
"I can grant your wish."
Derrick was overjoyed and just wanted to thank him, but he immediately froze in place.
"But you should know that the Creator wants you to exchange milk and honey with your hands, rather than kneeling down to beg."
This is the inspiration he plagiarized from the Holy Book of the "God of Mysteries".
"I can give you my life and my soul!"
Derrick said without any hesitation.
In his opinion, being able to ask for a gift from the gods is already a great honor. Being able to dedicate one's soul to the Lord and go to the Lord's Kingdom of God can make the entire city-state proud.
"I'm not interested in your soul or life." Klein smiled and shook his head, watching the mood of the young man in front of him gradually darken.
He arranged the embodied tarot cards in front of Derrick and said leisurely:
"I prefer living life to the dead."
"I have just woken up from a deep sleep. I am on the other side of the ocean with the Creator. I need to reintegrate into this ever-evolving world. UU Reading www.uukｎshu.net Therefore, I held a party. You can choose to join, keep it secret, and replace me. Walking in the City of Silver."
Listening to Klein's words, the expression on Derrick's face gradually collapsed and he was unable to control it. Each of his facial features had different reactions. He seemed to have lost his ability to think and was unable to accept the sudden surprise.
Bad news, he can no longer go to the Lord's Kingdom to serve God.
Good news, he became a favored one of the Lord.
"Now choose your future code name from these cards, and I will give you the power to clean up the pollution."
Under the witness of Klein, Derrick chose the "sun" that the God-forsaken land has longed for for generations, and took over the power given by the gods with both hands.
This time Klein is not afraid of exposing the fact that he is not the "God of Mysteries".
According to his understanding and the records in the holy book of the "God of Mysteries", after God fell into sleep, responses like this had appeared many times in the Eastern Continent, which had a difficult environment, which was a place abandoned by God in the eyes of the Church of the Seven Gods.
This is not a direct gift from the "God of Mysteries", but comes from the power He left on the land. It is God's gift to the suffering people.
This is a manifestation of the god's "miracles" and "wish" authority, which often comes to believers who pray devoutly in the church. Now Derrick was pulled up by Klein in the "God of Mystery"'s church compartment. Gray fog.
Anyway, the "God of Mystery" himself will not expose him, and the power obtained by "The Sun" does come from above the gray fog. Is there any more orthodox grace than this, coming from the "God of Mystery"?
With a smile on his face, Klein knocked on the table, attracting the attention of the new member who was immersed in joy.
"By the way, at parties, I prefer to be called 'The Fool'."
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Chapter 52 People favored by God
City of Silver, City Gate Square.
Colin Iliad, the chief of the "Six-man Council", stood on the steps, looking at the vicissitudes of his blue eyes at the compatriots who were barely arranged in two lines underground, old and young, struggling between illness and death, silently inspecting With the potion in his pocket, he inserted two broad silver swords into the laces on his back.
In the past three days, the Angel of the Holy Word still has not appeared. Although the Lord is still caring for these sheep living in darkness, the blessings only obtained from the church can no longer meet the speed of the spread of pollution among the old and the weak.
Unable to wait any longer, he must take everyone in front of him away from the city-state today, to the wilderness full of danger and darkness, to Shanmen City, the former border of the Kingdom of Silver in the east.
The "Undark Ones" there have the power of purification. Maybe among the more than 20 compatriots now, two or three lucky ones will be able to regain their lives.
As the thunder roared in the sky, Colin couldn't help but look across the towering city walls, brushing against the dry and withered weeds like the hair of the dead, and examining the darkness that hid countless crises.
When he was very young, he once heard the previous chief, a "demon hunter" who had been in the tomb for many years, say something.
A few decades before the sun disappeared, the darkness outside the city would not only devour the creatures without the protection of firelight, but also breed terrible monsters, and corruption was everywhere.
If the Lord's voice hadn't returned to this nearly abandoned continent, and another Lord had established relatively safe ancient roads between the surviving city-states, I'm afraid he wouldn't have had any extra choices today.
It's time to set off... Colin's thoughts returned to reality. At a glance, near the city gate, in addition to the dying people who were about to leave, their relatives and the elderly warriors in the city also gave up. The work in hand is surrounded by the outer layer, and the final farewell is made in silence.
"The next few days will be left to you. Let's suspend the exploration of the west side first. If I haven't come back after seven lightning flashes, there are secret messages left by the previous chiefs at the bottom of the dome tower."
Colin said to Waite Hillmon, who was also wearing half-armor.
He is the oldest and highest-ranking elder besides Colin, and is also the chief candidate.
Hilmon, who had a shaved head and a dark cyan symbol tattooed on his head, nodded slightly and looked at Lovia, who seemed a little underdeveloped among a group of half-giants.
"I don't trust you alone. The ancient road leading to Shanmen City passes through the ancient Phoenix City. If there is danger, who else in this team can fight besides you?"
"We are not going to explore." After a moment, Colin uttered a few words stiffly.
He raised his arms, the whispers and sobs gradually subsided, and all eyes were on the chief.
"Set off."
The two "Guardians" with exaggerated heights pulled up the black-brown iron ropes. The clanking sound of metal collisions sounded like thunder to the team about to leave. The thick door composed of two huge stone slabs made a huge sound. Dust fell from the cracks...
"etc!"
"Wait a moment!"
The young man's youthful shout suddenly came from behind the crowd. Hilmon, who looked gloomy, frowned, turned his head and yelled:
"Who disrupted the journey?"
Using his body to knock away pedestrians, Derrick stretched out his arms and shouted while panting and running wildly.
"Elder Hilmon, chief, chief, Lord, the Lord has sent down a gift!"
Hearing Derrick's words, the crowd immediately erupted in exclamations. The noisy discussion made the scene even more chaotic. Lovia, who had originally planned to stop this reckless and pitiful child, took back her steps and swept her light gray eyes. Derrick's right hand, wrapped in warm light, froze on the spot.
As "Silver Knights", Colin and Hilmon, who have keen senses, noticed the pure aura as soon as the boy broke through the crowd. The two quickly looked at each other, Colin strode towards Derrick, and Hilmon Get up to straighten things out and act simultaneously with a tacit understanding.
"You said the Lord sent blessings?"
Colin took off a long sword, and the dazzling morning sun and silver light formed a barrier around the two of them, blocking the outside world.
"Yes, it is."
Derrick adjusted his breathing and met Colin's serious gaze. He couldn't help but panic, but he still tried to answer logically:
"I just prayed in church, praying to the 'God of Mysteries', another Lord, hoping that the Lord can save my compatriots who are about to die and save my parents."
"To another master?" Two dark green symbols appeared in Colin's eyes, and he looked down at the little guy who was not yet an adult, his tall body pressing down like a mountain.
Derrick said "Hmm" with a dry voice.
"I have been praying to the two Lords before, but there has been no response. Until today, when I was praying, I saw a gray fog and a palace that was more beautiful than the church murals."
"It was built on many stars and seven different colored bands of light where I saw the Lord."
In the gray mist palace high above the spiritual world...the dark green symbols in Colin's eyes became a little lighter.
This is indeed a description of the Kingdom of the Lord God.
"After seeing the palace, I realized that I might have dreamed of the Lord, so I didn't dare to look at anything else." Derrick's face turned red, forcing himself to continue looking into the chief's eyes, and spoke very quickly. He spoke a few words in a slurred voice, "The Lord saw our plight and sent a blessing."
At the end of the sentence, he turned his head, stretched out his right hand, and spread his fingers, revealing a pure and warm golden talisman.
The charm is engraved with symbols of the solar realm, and the spiritual charge appears to have been recently filled with power.
Colin took this spell, which was of great significance to Silver City, and looked at it carefully over and over again without saying a word.
He could see that Derrick Berg was lying in the end.
After entering the Lord's kingdom of God, this little guy definitely abided by the iron law of "not looking directly at God" as he said. He might even have seen the Lord's incarnation as a believer and had a conversation with the Lord.
Colin did not doubt whether Derrick was bewitched by evil spirits.
In Silver City and even the entire Eastern Continent, all children who have taken general courses know that no one dares to impersonate the names of the two masters, because this often means having their souls devoured by the depths of the star world, or being exiled to the spirit world forever. The gray fog above.
Being herded and made into a close companion are punishments more terrifying than death.
The Lord really sent down the grace... Colin solemnly put away the small charm, and bowed his head in praise in the direction of the two churches devoutly.
The morning light that symbolized the dawn suddenly disintegrated, and the "Silver Knight" walked out ahead of the boy. After a brief discussion with the other two elders present in a very low voice, they decided to hold a formal mass to purify the pollution and thank the Lord for his mercy.
His straight back suddenly relaxed a lot, and in addition to the vicissitudes of life, there was also an imperceptible softness in his blue eyes.
"Derrick."
Colin suddenly stopped Derrick, who was about to take the opportunity to find his parents and run away.
When his name was called, the young man was froze in place, feeling uncomfortably the chief's gaze from top to bottom, lowering his head and not daring to speak.
Looking at his appearance, Colin's face with deep nasolabial wrinkles actually squeezed out a little arc, but his voice was still cold.
"You go to church with your parents first and come to me after mass."
"You are no longer young. It's time to consider your future path and choose a divine path."
Derrick froze on the spot and slowly opened his eyes.
...
In the crimson water waves, the figure of the young man praying devoutly gradually dispersed. Klein, who was sitting at the top of the gray mist long table, nodded with satisfaction, threw his response to the stars, and leaned on the back of his chair.
Sure enough, the Land Abandoned by God is different from the outside world. The Angels of "Mystery" and the True Creator rarely visit. The news is blocked and inconvenient to transmit. The difference between "The Fool" and "Mystery" is not exposed...
The industrious Mr. "Fool" completed another important task. He raised his hands above his head, straightened his legs, and stretched himself unseemly on the high-backed chair. His posture was about to spread his spirituality and return to the real bed. , sleep beautifully.
But just as Klein relaxed his grip on spirituality, a clear and sweet girl came from high in the palace. Looking up, he saw that the crimson stars belonging to "Justice" were expanding and contracting.
At this time, Miss Justice is in trouble?
Without thinking, Klein clicked on the swollen crimson, and a relatively blurry picture appeared in front of him.
Miss "Justice" wearing an off-white palace dress was sitting in a dark corner, with her hands clasped against her forehead, and she said in a childish and tight voice:
"Dear Mr. Fool..."
"...I met a person suspected of being Zillingus at Duke Negan's ball... He was disguised as Baron Gramir... and may have a weapon that can change A magical item of appearance..."
Zillings showed up at Duke Negan's ball?
He really wants to assassinate the Duke... Klein's heart that had just been relaxed suddenly became stronger again.
No matter what the purpose of this notorious pirate general is, successfully assassinating the Duke will definitely cause political turmoil and he cannot be allowed to succeed.
But the trouble is that although Klein has the tacit approval of "Mystery", he is not a real god and has no right to mobilize the forces under "Mystery". It is difficult to really play any role.
Klein covered his face with his hands and rubbed it vigorously a few times.
Anyway, let's tell the Hanged Man and the Magician about this first, in the name of Miss Justice.
Klein hesitated for a moment, but still directed the "Justice" prayer screen to two members who might intervene in the situation.
After doing all this, he took the time to respond with "Justice", allowing her to continue attending the banquet with peace of mind. Then he returned to reality as quickly as possible, took out a pen and paper, and started writing a letter to Azik.
According to the information given by "The Hanged Man", "Hurricane Lieutenant General" Qilingos possesses a powerful sealed artifact, which may be helpful to Azik who is looking for memories and pursuing the mystery.
After writing the letter quickly, Klein took out the copper whistle that he had not used since he got it, imitated the way Ms. Dai Li usually summoned the messenger, and blew it hard.
Woo!
Cold air flowed in from all directions, filling his bedroom. Illusive, huge white bones burst out from the floor like a fountain, and spliced together into a nearly four-meter-long half-skeleton in a backward flow.
The messenger with pale flames burning in his eye sockets glanced around, bowed his head respectfully towards Klein who summoned him, and placed his huge palm just under the letter.
No wonder Mr. Azik said that I can ask the messenger to help me if I encounter danger... Klein was dumbfounded for a moment.
This is not a messenger. In a small city like Tingen, it would be enough to serve as a hidden boss!
However, Klein was fairly well-informed. He coughed pretending to be calm, retracted his thoughts, and placed the letter in the center of the huge bone palm.
The messenger's curved spine lowered again, and as Klein blew the brass whistle again, he disappeared without making a sound.
Alas, this is all I can do... Klein sighed and turned to go to bed.
...
Outside Duke Negan's mansion.
Alger, who was assigned to patrol the garden, tasted the northwest wind set meal. His good eyesight allowed him to see clearly through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he could clearly see the almost untouched food and drinks on the long table. The scenes of people being mingled with each other and dancing in confusion flashed. His eyes were dazzled, and he couldn't help but feel jealous and envious.
But after a brief period of inequality, he became increasingly irritated.
Patrolling should have been the job of the local "punisher". If he had not been forced to do troublesome tasks due to his low birth and position, he should be sitting in the room now, reasoning about the whereabouts of Qilingos, instead of standing here and wasting time. . UU read www.uukansｈhu.net
Just when he turned around and was about to leave the mansion and go laze on the lawn, an illusory gray fog suddenly covered his vision.
Mr. Fool... As soon as Alger came up with this idea, he instinctively lowered his head.
He saw a vague figure wearing a palace dress in the hazy gray-white mist.
She maintained a praying posture and kept telling important secrets that made Alger's hair stand on end.
"Justice" discovered someone suspected of being Chillinges at Duke Negan's party?
Qilingos is here, under the noses of the Punisher and the Godsinger?
Alger suddenly looked at the mansion, his eyes were completely different from the emotions he showed just now, with excitement and fear mixed together.
Since Mr. Fool forwarded this news to himself, it means that he intends to intervene in this conspiracy, which means that there may be deeper secrets after this.
But the terrible thing is that Alger himself has no ability to stop Qilingers. If he reports or reminds his superiors now, it will only arouse suspicion.
The "Singer of God" is not with Duke Negan yet. If Chillinges really succeeds, he, who is in charge of security today, will be blamed!
No, I have to...
Before Alger could calm down again, the piercing screams broke the tranquility of the night, the cheerful dance music came to an abrupt end, and the cello played a final miserable wail.
In Alger's sight, the luxurious chandelier decorated with diamonds directly above the ball hall hit the crowd worth millions of pounds. The sharp air waves shattered the wine bottles on the long table, and the rich blood red splashed on the From the floor-to-ceiling windows, it seemed as if a desperate future was waving to him.
It's too late, it's too late, Qilinges has already taken action.
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