章節 239: Chapter 158:Bell
Multiple balls of fire floated in an abandoned office.
They moved gently like fireflies illuminating the dark room...
Sitting on top of the old desk, Adryan watched this scene calmly.
He was now in the abandoned ceramics factory.
He was using this factory as a kind of hideout.
There were various traps throughout this place, inside and out, whose sole purpose was to keep away any bums who might want to enter when he was here.
When he wasn't here he deactivated these traps.
He just used it to attend the Tarot Club and other things.
Attending the meeting in his room was very dangerous, if someone entered when he was not in his body he could not do anything to defend himself.
He couldn't place all the traps he wanted to attend comfortably and without worrying about someone attacking him.
And the traps he had set up in his room wouldn't be able to help him if the person who entered was determined to kill him.
That is why he decided to use this factory.
He could prepare all the traps he wanted and attend calmly.
Sighing, Adryan snapped his fingers and the fireballs went out, returning the office to its darkness.
'Every two to four days I will be giving information to Klein so that he pays attention to certain details around him...'
He would wait for the right moment to give the key information to Klein.
If he did this right, he wouldn't have to lift a single muscle against the Useless Writer!
Klein would take care of playing against him, without even knowing that he is playing!
A sharp smile grew on the redhead's face.
'Don't worry Klein~ You won't have to worry about looking for evidence... Because it will come to you!'
Klein will get all the evidence he needs when he kills Sirius Arapis!
This guy is a member of the Aurora Order and one of the people who help make the ritual possible!
When Klein killed him and searched his body, he found several letters that talked about various things.
One of the most important was a large-scale human sacrifice using Tingen!
When Klein read this letter he had not given it the importance it deserved due to the lack of information and also because he thought he had already stopped this ritual from happening by killing Sirius.
And it was not only Klein but the Nighthawk Captain Dunn that thought the same thing...
They were wrong.
The ritual was completed a long time ago and the result of it was growing, stronger every day inside a woman's womb.
Unfortunately due to this huge mistake, both of them died saving Tingen from what was born from the ritual...
But now with the information he had given Klein, he would make sure the Nighthawks took this seriously.
'If Klein manages to convince Dunn that this is cause for alarm, reinforcements may be called in and the Useless Writer will find himself in a very difficult situation...'
'When this happens and the Church is informed, he knows that it will be impossible to use 0-08 so that it is ignored since this would alert the Church even more and they would send stronger people... If he is not careful, an Angel could arrive...'
'So he will have to accept that reinforcements have to arrive and complicate his plan, but he will undoubtedly make the reinforcements a small team by making the request not so urgent with the help of 0-08... Maybe it will be Cesimir and his team...'
Crestet Cesimir, one of the nine high-ranking deacons of the Church of the Evernight Goddess...
One of the three powerhouses of the Red Gloves...
A.K.A The Goddess's Sword!
It would be ridiculous for the reinforcement to deal with a large-scale sacrifice to an Evil God to be weak!
That would be an unreasonable development!
The Useless Writer would know this and would have no choice but to accept a demigod entering the board.
With just a little bit of information, he had balanced the Black King's side a bit more!
But this would not be enough...
Raising a hand to his chin, Adryan thought more deeply about his next move.
'0-08 is too powerful, he will make sure that Cesimir and his team are far away when he attacks...'
'I also can't deny the possibility that he will try to hide Megose at all costs...'
Adryan shook his head.
'No...100 percent he will hide Megose at the slightest sign of danger...He will not only hide her but he will make sure that someone protects her until the day of the attack...He won't do it himself, he's too much of a coward for that and wouldn't risk his presence being discovered...'
'No... he would use a third party for this...'
Adryan's eyes narrowed.
'Aurora Order... He will use the Aurora Order to protect this woman until everything is ready!'
The Useless Writer had already used this organization once to create that thing. What prevented him from using it again to protect it?
Besides, who would protect her so fiercely if not them?
It was the child of their God after all...
Adryan's eyes narrowed even more.
'Involving the Aurora Order would be the smart thing to do to counter whatever team is sent but is also very risky...'
Getting more pieces onto the board would only make it more difficult to control.
'I can't deny the probability that he has a trick up his sleeve...'
Adryan wasn't sure what that ace could be, the only thing he was sure of was that it had to exist.
The Useless Writer had been preparing for this for too long, it would be ridiculous if he didn't have at least one!
There was also his strongest weapon, one that Adryan was very familiar with from his abilities and capabilities...
'If he doesn't have a trick up his sleeve it's because 0-08 is that trick!'
'As long as the useless writer has 0-08 on his hands, anything can happen...'
Sighing, Adryan got up from the desk.
Just as he was putting his mask on, the temperature in the room dropped and a chill ran up his spine.
"Finally..." the redhead sighed as he tapped his palm twice with his finger.
The familiar door of bones formed quickly, when the skull of that giant bird joined, it opened and Chicho came out.
"Good afternoon Chicho" Adryan said in Elvish with a small smile.
"Good...afternoon..." Chicho greeted with her thick accent and a hard nod.
She then extended something to him.
"From an old man..." she said as Adryan took it and looked at it with a smile.
It was a bell made of old black metal, with various details in the shape of bones and spirals throughout its body. All these spirals and bones of different animals were connected in the skull of a bird that was detailed in the body of the bell.
It was identical to the summoning bell from Bloodborne and it had details in the style of Adryan Kenway!
This was what he had ordered at the party of the Detective the last week!
'Now I no longer have to make an altar every time I want to send a letter!' the redhead thought satisfied as he looked at Chicho with a smile.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out an almond chocolate bar.
"Thanks again Chicho" he said as he extended the bar to Chicho who took it nodding slightly.
She unwrapped the bar and began to eat it as she disappeared into her bony door.
'It seems the almond one is her favorite...' Adryan thought.
He had seen how the giant's gray eyes lit up when she saw what the bar was.
Putting that aside, he lowered his head and looked at the bell with a smile.
He put the bell in a larger pocket of his jacket and opened the letter that came with it.
_ Thank you for hiring our service_
Hey Mr. Unknown!
It's been a while since you last asked for something, I was worried that you died or worse! That you have already found another Craftsman and replaced me!
**
The corners of Adryan's mouth twitched.
'You say that like we have something...'
**
I'm glad that's not the case and I'm still your only Craftsman!
I hope you like the artifact I made for you last time!
I thought the next time you contacted me it would be to make you another artifact but I was wrong.
You know, it's not the first time that I've been asked to do something to contact a messenger but it's certainly the first time that someone is so specific with what they want.
The normal thing is that it is something simple, a whistle for example.
But you asked me for a bell! and not only that but you also specified the details that it had to have!
You are very interesting you know?
The way it works is simple, send some spirituality and shake it.
It'll last you 2 years so I hope we'll still be friends when it's turn to replace it...
We are friends, right?
I hope you don't mind if I write you the odd letter.
Don't worry! I will not write to you about mundane things, but about jobs that may interest you and favors that I would like to ask you.
Again don't worry! You will have a good pay.
Also, don't worry about the price. You can consider me having the incantation for your messenger the payment~
If you need me to do something for you, all you have to do is send me a letter~
PS: Your messenger is also very interesting, I get why you asked to put all those details~
__The Craftsman __
Adryan had a weird expression.
"What the fuck is this?" he mumbled confused.
The personality of this grandfather confused him more and more.
'Are you so lonely that as soon as someone texts you twice, you already consider them your friend?'
'Life in the Church of the God of Machinery and Steam must be sad and depressing!'
Adryan knew well that a Craftsman not from this church was very rare.
So he was sure that this grandfather was part of it.
But it seems his faith isn't very strong considering he's accepting custom jobs from wild beyonders and selling them artifacts!
'I don't know how the measures of that church work but it is very likely that if someone knew what you are doing the minimum punishment would be death.'
Thinking about that an idea came to his head that made a sharp smile grow on his face.
'In other words...Revealing this guy would also mean a juicy reward~'
Thinking so, Adryan let out a soft laugh while shaking his head.
If he wanted to do that, he would have done it a long time ago.
He had the contacts to do it.
But it didn't for a very simple reason.
If I did and lost this guy.
Who would make his artifacts?
With that thought he crumpled the letter into a ball which he then burned.
'Besides those jobs and favors might be interesting~'
Shaking his head in amusement, he left the office and the factory.
He still had several things to do.
Today was Monday, July 30, 1349.
In 15 days it would be the mission of the snake.
He had to prepare himself for whatever the Diabetic Snake would throw at him.
章節 240: Chapter 159:Visit a Friend
Tuesday, morning
Adjusting his expensive and elegant suit jacket, Glaint sighed nervously.
"You can do it Glaint, short and long breaths... short and long breaths..." he encouraged himself as he repeated the exercise his psychologist had taught him.
He was standing in front of Dutch Wilson's mansion.
The mansion had been rebuilt after what had happened in June.
It seemed as if what happened that Saturday had never happened.
This was another reason why he hadn't come to visit Dutch, every time he remembered this place he would have a panic attack.
Only after intense sessions with Miss Jane had he managed to recover.
And he had only come here after speaking with her yesterday, having her go-ahead that this would be a good step in his recovery.
So steeling himself, he walked over and knocked on the door.
Knock* Knock*
He took two steps away from the door and waited.
After a few seconds, the door was opened and an older butler with several wrinkles on his face along with a completely bald top of his head welcomed him.
"Welcome back Master Glaint"
"Master Dutch is waiting for you in his office, would you like me to come with you?" he said with a courteous smile and Glaint nodded, still a bit nervous.
"Thanks, Alfred, but I can go alone." He shook his head as he walked in and Alfred nodded.
"No problem Master Glaint." Alfred answered as he closed the door and went to do other work.
'Come on Glaint…You can do it…for Dutch…' Glaint encouraged himself and walked in the direction of the stairs.
Durch's office was on the first floor...
Arriving at the once familiar but now strange door of fine wood, Glaint felt his heart race.
'Short and long breaths... short and long breaths... short and long...' Glaint repeated the exercise about six more times and when his heart had calmed down a bit, he knocked on the door three times.
Knock* Knock* Knock*
Reaching down, Glaint reached into his pocket and taking out his handkerchief, he used it to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
After a few seconds that seemed like forever, a familiar but strange voice sounded from behind the door.
"Come in Glaint, it's open"
'Here I go...here I go...' Glaint thought and grasping the door handle with a shaking hand, he opened the door.
The office was a little different than he remembered.
Where before there were some fine porcelain vessels, now there were some plants that looked well cared for.
Sitting at an old wooden desk but with multiple and excellent details covering the entire body of the table, was a somewhat pale Dutch.
The man wore a white shirt and reading glasses.
There were several neatly arranged documents to one side and he was going through one now.
It seemed that Glaint had arrived in the middle of his work.
'Looks like he hasn't been out in the sun for a while...' Glaint frowned worriedly at his friend's skin.
"It's been a while Glaint. How have you been my good friend?" Dutch asked warmly, his lips a little dry.
Glaint shook his head slightly, he looked at Dutch, his eyes shining with concern.
"I'm better Dutch, I'm sorry I haven't visited you in the last month, how are you feeling? Have you seen a psychologist after…that?" Glaint asked, he hadn't said party because he had seen how his friend's face had broken at almost mentioning it.
Recovering himself, Dutch sighed wearily and pointed to the chair in front of his desk.
"You don't have to apologize Glaint, I was the one who's been ignoring you all this time. Please sit down" Durch apologized sincerely.
Glaint shook his head but complied with his friend's request and sat across from him, then he spoke.
"You don't have to apologize either Dutch. What happened that night...would tear anyone apart."
"He…he…" Dutch laughed sadly as he shook his head in defeat.
He looked down at the document he had been reviewing and spoke tiredly.
"You also went through the same thing but you still found time to write and worry about me...Unlike you...I stayed locked up here, without talking or going out with anyone...Sinking into my work so as not to think about what happened..." Dutch's words died in his mouth and he fell silent.
Glaint didn't say anything, he let his friend vent.
He had been the same when he first visited Miss Jane and he had vented it to her, it had helped a lot to calm his mind and now he would do the same for his friend.
He would listen to the pain that he had locked up in his heart all this time...
After a few seconds Dutch sighed, he was full of exhaustion and sadness.
He then raised his head, a small sad smile on his face.
"The worst were the funerals you know?"
"I made sure that all of them received the best funeral service I could afford... That did nothing to ease the guilt..."
"That wasn't your fa..." Glaint yelled at his friend but his words died in his throat.
Tears fell from Dutch's eyes.
"You know Glaint? When all the funerals were completed and all the families were able to say goodbye to their loved ones... I came here in this office and grabbed my father's revolver..."
Glaint's eyes widened, and his skin turned pale.
Dutch lowered his head.
"I didn't have the courage to do it."
He calmly grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face.
Calmly folding the handkerchief, Dutch spoke again.
"When that happened I realized that I needed help... I went to the Goddess and prayed, every time I prayed to her I felt better and better." A small smile settled on Dutch's face as he raised his head and looked at the frozen Glaint.
"I'm finally recovering after a month... It's a slow process but I think I'll make it..."
He then turned his head and looked at a painting that had a beautiful night landscape painted with the crimson moon high in the sky.
"Thanks to the moon..." he said with faith as he saw the moon painted on the painting.
Finally, after all that Glaint recovered and looked at Dutch in alarm.
"You need a psychologist! I know a good one at Empress Borough Hospital! She can help you-"
"No need to get so nervous Glaint" Dutch cut into the flustered Glaint as he held up a hand.
Glaint looked at Dutch in astonishment.
"You tried to kill yourself Dutch! You need professional help!" He stressed but Dutch shook his head seriously.
"All I need is to give my pain to the goddess and she will free me from it." He said like the staunchest believer, there was a bit of annoyance in his eyes.
Glaint noticed this thanks to being friends with Dutch for so long.
He was silent for a few seconds and looked seriously at his friend.
He then sighed in defeat and nodded with his eyes closed.
"You're right. As long as we surrender to the Goddess, she will free us from the pain that plagues us and let us sleep with sweet dreams." He said with faith, tapping his chest 4 times counterclockwise in a circle.
Dutch looked at this with a small smile as he nodded.
He did not repeat the prayer posture.
Dutch looked at his friend and asked.
"I really appreciate having you here Glaint but I still have a lot of work to do, tell me do you need anything else?"
Glaint's eyes widened and he scratched his cheek somewhat awkwardly.
"Actually yes... I hope you don't mind but I was wondering if you have an extra matured Manhal Fish's eyeball in your collection..."
Dutch's eyes widened somewhat in surprise.
"Are you going to become a Spectator? I thought you wanted to be an Apothecary?" he asked curiously.
Glaint shook his head and sighed.
"And I still want to be one, it's just that I can't find the formula and the eyeball is for a friend who needs it to avoid being punished."
Dutch exclaimed in understanding, he put a hand to his chin and after thinking about it for a moment he nodded.
"I still have an extra one, you can take it with you, just tell Alfred to give it to you and that's it."
Glaint sighed in relief and extended his hand to Dutch.
"Thank you very much friend, you saved me from this. What do you want in return?"
Dutch chuckled softly as he took Glaint's hand.
"I don't want anything, consider it a gift to thank you for caring and coming to visit me."
Glaint put his other hand over Dutch's.
"You are my friend, how could I not care about my friend?" He responded with a smile but then frowned in concern.
"Remember, if you need a psychologist or someone to talk to just write me a letter and I'll come as fast as I can."
Dutch smiled and nodded.
"Of course Glaint" he separated his hand from his friend and grabbed the document he was working with earlier.
"Have a good evening my good friend."
"You too" Glaint said with a small smile, Dutch just nodded and returned his attention to the document in hand.
Glaint looked at his friend for a few seconds before getting up from his chair and going to the door.
Opening it and before leaving the room, he turned to look at Dutch but he kept his attention on the document from before.
Sighing, he closed the door and let the man get on with his work.
Alfred was downstairs, after asking for the matured Manhal Fish's eyeball he went and brought it to him in a small silver container that he kept in his pocket.
With his job done, he left Dutch's mansion.
...
Having sent the container to Audrey hidden inside a necklace box, Glaint was now in his own office.
While signing some documents he couldn't help but think of something that had confused him a bit.
'Dutch would never have given me something from his collection just because...'
He then sighed sadly and continued working.
'Trauma really changes people...'
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