Capítulo 140: Sword of the Goddess
"No, I don't need it at all! Thank you…" Ebner was now very reluctant to be famous, especially when Maric mentioned that the mafia involved the Rose School of Thought's indulgence faction. Originally, even ordinary people like Kaspars, who weren't deeply involved, had been killed to vent their anger, much less him. He was 100% certain that he would receive revenge.
"In that case, forget it… I thought you were preparing some ritual." With that said, Maric clearly frowned and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Then, what reward do you want? Let me make it clear first. If it's too much, we might not agree."
The reason why he and Sharron were willing to pay Ebner a certain amount of referral fee was because they wanted to build a good relationship with the Forsaken Ones. However, if they paid too much, it wouldn't be worth it.
What do I want? Ebner looked at Maric, whose face was abnormally pale, and his heart stirred. He said, "I want you to demonstrate the ability of a Zombie for me. I wonder if that's possible?"
"A demonstration ability?" Maric didn't nod immediately. He looked at Ebner with his brown eyes and asked, "What do you want to do?"
He didn't find it strange that the other party knew that he was a Zombie. The last Sanguine Viscount who appeared seemed to have received news from her in advance.
"I'm just curious about the powers of a Zombie… When I encounter similar enemies in the future, I'll be better prepared," Ebner said casually. As for whether the other party believed him or not, it was none of his business.
Maric fell silent for a second before looking at Sharron beside him. Seeing that she didn't object, he pinched his glabella and said, "Alright. In a while, I'll find a place to demonstrate the powers of a Zombie in front of you."
Ebner nodded in satisfaction and said no more, returning the conversational dominance to Viscount Cullen.
Cullen thought for a moment and asked, "There's no need for you to beat around the bush… Just get Wraith to throw the information to Ebner or stick it to the entrance of the Harvest Church to resolve the problem. Why must you make it so complicated and meet us… Is there something else?"
Maric immediately turned irritated when he heard that. He almost couldn't suppress the malice in his eyes. This Sanguine seemed to have seen through him and Sharron completely. Every word he said seemed to have the upper hand.
However, he still forced himself to control the malice that had appeared out of nowhere. He took a deep breath and said, "Yes, we wish to make a deal with you."
"What deal?" Cullen's crimson eyes narrowed as he asked lazily.
"I wish to buy a batch of sedatives to suppress my desires from you… Of course, I want some special ones. I've injected too many in the past, and I've changed many varieties. Ordinary sedatives have no effect on me." Maric pinched his brows again.
"I see… However, there's a Potions Professor who has been teaching here for more than a hundred years, and a Biologist who was born to be a Harvest Priest. Your request shouldn't be difficult to fulfill…" Cullen nodded, but he did not finish his sentence. However, his meaning was very clear. He was asking what they were willing to exchange for.
Discrimination also has a half-assed "doctor"…Ebner added in his heart. After becoming familiar with Judy, he had learned a lot of abilities from her. Currently, he could already simulate skills to treat some less serious injuries and illnesses.
"Sharron and I can provide you with some information that you can't investigate…" Maric said in a hoarse voice.
This was also the reason why he and Sharron didn't report to other official Beyonders. Although Earth Mother was an orthodox deity, "Her" Church wasn't in an ideal situation in Loen. There were too many restrictions. And this gave them the foundation to cooperate.
Cullen knew what the two of them were thinking, but he had no intention of rejecting them. Furthermore, with that person's item, he had a basic trust in Miss Wraith in front of him. Hence, he nodded and said, "It just so happens that there's something I need to investigate. If you can find any clues, I'll make 20 different types of special sedatives for you."
"What do you want to investigate?" Maric was a little surprised. He never expected to receive a mission the moment they agreed to cooperate.
"Investigate a palace earl and find out if he's secretly protecting a Demoness." Cullen then gave a brief introduction of Earl Lorena's situation before handing the investigation that made the Forsaken Desolate to Maric and Sharron.
Maric subconsciously looked at Sharron, who said concisely, "Sure, I agree."
After the discussion, Maric didn't make any small talk. Or rather, he and Sharron weren't good at socializing. Instead, he directly brought Ebner and company to the basement of the house, where there was an empty space that looked like it had been dug out barehanded.
"This is where I usually train… I'll show you the power of zombies here," Maric said as he took off his black vest.
Ebner nodded and secretly activated the Eye of Pure White, preparing to analyze it. Although he wouldn't be able to learn most of the abilities of a Zombie in a short period of time, it was still good to store it as knowledge.
Maric first demonstrated the strength of his body. Bullets, fire, and lightning strikes were all useless. Even if he used a revolver to shoot at his head, he would at most experience dizziness. Physical attacks were like this, and most of the magic effects were the same. Ebner threw out two Wind Blade charms, but they only left small wounds on his body.
However, the effects of analyzing such physical abilities weren't very good, much less learning them… Ebner estimated that he would have to wait until he was a Sequence 5 or demigod before he could simulate the ability to strengthen his physique.
Then, Maric demonstrated some of the death-type spells he knew. Ebner quickly analyzed them, and he even learned ten to twenty percent of them after Maric used them two or three times.
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Just as Ebner was watching Maric's demonstration, Crestet Cesimir, who was holding a silver suitcase, walked down from the public carriage with a lady in a medium's black robe. They looked up at the old house by the roadside, where Isengard Stanton Detective Agency was.
As a high-ranking deacon of the Church of Evernight's Nighthawks team, one of the twenty-two powerful figures in the upper echelons of the Church, and a member of the three giants of the Red Gloves, Crestet Cesimir wasn't someone who cared about ostentation. He liked to travel alone and take the transportation of commoners, acting as an ordinary member of the Church.
As for the lady beside him, there was no need to mention them. Daly was born a commoner, so she didn't care about such things.
"Why doesn't a famous detective who earns at least a thousand pounds a year renovate his house? Isn't that very suspicious?" Daly retracted her gaze and asked curiously. As a Nighthawk, this was also a professional habit.
"I once asked Detective Stanton this question, and his answer was: There's no need. Because the house is built too well, not many guests would dare to come in and entrust it. He doesn't want to only do missions for the rich and powerful." Cesimir tidied his golden-brown sideburns and replied with a smile.
Daly nodded thoughtfully. Then she saw Cesimir ring the bell at the door. Soon a footman opened the door.
The valet clearly recognized Cesimir and knew that he was a guest that all masters had to treat seriously. Hence, the two of them hurriedly invited the two of them into the living room.
Detective Isengard happened to be at home. After hearing the servant's report, he immediately left the office and went to the living room.
"Detective Stanton, sorry to disturb you… This is my colleague, Madam Daly." Cesimir stood up and shook hands with Isengard before introducing Daly to him.
Detective Isengard looked at Daly, who was wearing blue eye shadow and blush. He smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, beautiful lady."
"It's good to see you too, Detective Stanton." Daly stood up and returned the greeting. Although she liked to add jokes in her words, she wasn't someone who couldn't be differentiated. She was still polite to the elder whom she had met for the first time.
After exchanging pleasantries, Cesimir got straight to the point and asked, "I wonder if your student, Detective Ebner Bryan, is around? We have some matters to consult him about."
He's here to look for that kid again? He sure has been causing trouble recently… Detective Isengard sighed inwardly, but he shook his head and said, "He hasn't returned. I wonder why you're looking for him?"
Hearing this, Cesimir was slightly disappointed, but he still stated his intentions. "I heard that Detective Bryan has a very good relationship with Bishop Utravsky. I wish to entrust him to introduce my colleague to the bishop…"
You guys are also here for this matter… Detective Isengard was taken aback when he heard that. Although he didn't know what had happened at the Daily Observer's headquarters last Friday night, he had roughly restored the scene from that day through his student's words and the information from his own channels. He just didn't know which faction the attacker came from.
And later on, he had also heard the news that the Church of Evernight had raided a sewer and returned empty-handed.
Detective Isengard lit his pipe, took a deep breath, and said, "Last Saturday, Member of Parliament Macht came to entrust Ebner with the same matter. He offered a price of 300 pounds."
After saying that, he glanced at Cesimir, knowing that the other party would definitely not be able to reimburse him for this price.
Indeed, His Excellency Cesimir, who was used to taking public transport, stiffened. He repeated, "300 pounds?" It wasn't that he couldn't afford it, but he felt that it wasn't necessary for him to spend so much money just to introduce him.
"Did Member of Parliament Macht send Miss Hazel's dowry ahead of time?" Daly teased with a smile. At the same time, she reminded Cesimir that Member of Parliament Macht was willing to pay for his daughter, so there was no need for them to compare.
Cesimir came back to his senses and looked at Detective Isengard. "For the sake of an old friend, can you help?"
Detective Isengard flicked his pipe and smiled. "It's not impossible, but you have to answer a question of mine."
"What question?" Cesimir asked in surprise.
"When I sold the Clown Beyonder characteristic the last time, why did you come personally to retrieve it?" This question had troubled Detective Isengard for quite some time. He originally believed that the Nighthawks had a case that involved his law firm, which was why the Sword of the Goddess had come personally to investigate. But after so many days, there was no news.
Cesimir hesitated for a moment before replying, "It's nothing. I just happened to be free that day… You know, I've never minded doing things personally."
Liar. That day, you came in a carriage from the Church of Evernight. It's obvious how serious you are… Although Detective Isengard had such thoughts, he didn't expose him. He looked at Cesimir, who remained calm, and chuckled. "So that's how it is. I thought something had happened to me."
As he spoke, he took another puff and said to Cesimir,
"Macht will hold a banquet tomorrow at a manor in the suburbs to invite Bishop Utravsky.
"And as a loyal believer of the Goddess, when the congressman invites the bishops of other Churches, he will definitely invite a bishop of the same level as the Church of Evernight. Otherwise, it will attract criticism."
With that said, he looked at Daly who was sitting beside him, and continued with a smile,
"And inviting a female bishop here would probably make it less likely to cause any conflict."
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