Audrey was both surprised and confused. As the gray fog faded away, Mr. Fool’s aloof figure had vanished.
Her eyes darted around as she quickly made a guess.
Audrey, for some inexplicable reason, became a little excited, and this diluted the impact Duke Negan’s assassination had on her.
She raised her chin slightly, showing an abnormally beautiful angle.
Staring at the girl in the mirror, Audrey slowly calmed down. This was the first time she felt it was imperative that she quickly raised her Sequence.
…
The capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, the City of Generosity.
The Blue Avenger was once again passing by, moored at the port, giving sailors a chance to indulge and vent.
Alger Wilson changed into a robe embroidered with storm patterns and went to the largest cathedral on the archipelago, the Cathedral of Waves.
It was classical in style, and it mostly used stone pillars and arched structures, and it had a towering dome and two clock towers—in the early days of colonization, the pioneers often had no time to build a cathedral, which brought about very serious consequences for them.
Surrounded by tribes, jungles, and ancient buildings, they would often die mysteriously in great numbers for no reason at all, even after they had conquered the region.
This situation, which had caused a great panic, gradually deteriorated after the cathedrals of the various Churches were built, becoming something that happened only once in a while.
Standing in front of the cathedral, Alger was in no hurry to enter. Instead, he looked through the narrow windows at the dark and mysterious atmosphere and the warm candlelight that illuminated the activity area.
A few seconds later, he entered the grand prayer hall, clenched his right fist and struck his left chest. He turned to the bishop facing him and said, “May the Storm be with you!”
“May the Storm be with you!” the bishop responded in the same way.
Without waiting for Alger to speak, the bishop of the Cathedral of Waves took out a telegram.
“You’re just in time. The Council of Cardinals has issued orders. Read it before praying.”
“What orders?” Alger asked casually as he reached out to take it.
The bishop’s expression was grave as he said, “Duke Negan has been assassinated. The Council of Cardinals has ordered all Mandated Punisher and priests to pay attention to anything regarding the Hero Bandit Dark Emperor, as well as all the matters related to the tarot ritual.”
He already knew that the Dark Emperor was Mr. Fool’s adorer.
The bishop said with a serious nod, “The assassin of Duke Negan is a Sequence 5 Devil, but while escaping, he was killed by Hero Bandit Dark Emperor. This is the same outcome as Rear Admiral Qilangos, who failed to assassinate the duke.”
He looked down at the telegram and saw that the Church had set up a special investigation team for the assassination of Duke Negan. Every member was an elite of the Mandated Punishers.
In the end, he decided to follow his original plan and keep a low profile.
…
With a brand new day, Klein slept until he woke up naturally. He slowly got up, washed his face, and went downstairs.
He wasn’t in a hurry to prepare breakfast. Instead, he habitually opened the door, bathed in the fog, and took out today’s newspaper from the letterbox.
“What is it?” Suddenly, he noticed that there was a thick envelope stuffed inside the newspaper. It wasn’t light at all.
Squeezing the surface, Klein’s mind flashed with the faint fragrance of banknote ink.
His spiritual intuition told him that there was a lot of cash inside.
Carefully, he opened it and pulled out the stack of money.
After counting the money, he confirmed that there was a total of 1000 pounds.
With this money, and without the Machinery Hivemind protecting him in secret, he could go to Vampire Emlyn White to complete the previous transaction!
After breakfast, Klein immediately put on his coat and hat, held his cane, and stuffed the newspaper in his arm and went out.
On his way to the carriage stop, he saw his landlord, Mrs. Stelyn Sammer directing the maid to load the suitcase into the carriage in front of the door.
“Good morning, Mrs. Sammer.” Klein smiled and greeted her.
Stelyn smiled modestly and returned the greeting.
“It’s almost New Year’s. Mary gave Luke some time off in advance. We’re going to Desi Bay to usher in the new year,” Stelyn said proactively. “Sigh, we’ve been to a few of the cities there, including the famous coastal towns. This time, we’re preparing to go to Feynapotter. I’ve heard that the scenery in Seville City is quite good.”
Klein replied in jest, “How enviable.”
“What about you? Detective Moriarty, where do you plan on spending the New Year?” Stelyn asked with a smile.
The smile on Stelyn’s face became even more obvious.
“I hope to meet you at Desi Bay in future New Year’s Eve celebrations.”
…
South of the Bridge, Rose Street, Harvest Church.
Upon seeing Detective Sherlock Moriarty in his black tweed coat, Emlyn White, who was carefully wiping the candle stand, smiled.
He combed his hair, walked over with his head held high and said in a low voice, “There’s information on Jason Beria. A Sanguine knows him.”
“I have his information as well.” Klein smiled as he handed the newspaper over. The headline read: “Yesterday, His Grace the Duke of Negan assassinated, a true devil plundering the land.”
Beneath the title was a detailed description of the assassination yesterday, and it revealed that the murderer was a banker named Patrick Jason who was killed on the spot, and the terrorist organization, the Aurora Order, claimed responsibility.
When he saw the news earlier, Klein, who was having his breakfast, almost spewed out the milk in his mouth.
At first, he imagined that the Aurora Order’s Mr. A was brain damaged to take responsibility for this matter. However, after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was most likely a cover used by the officials.
Emlyn looked blankly at the newspaper again and again before asking in disbelief, “Does this mean the information I got is useless?”
“In theory.” Klein gave the vampire gentleman a sympathetic look. “However, the official organizations are still investigating the masterminds behind Jason Beria, if your information points in the right direction, it should be of worth.”
As for Klein himself, he obviously didn’t want to get involved in this matter anymore.
“No… He only knew Jason Beria and some of his hobbies.” Emlyn sighed.
Seeing his reaction, Klein asked in amusement, “Don’t you usually read newspapers?”
Emlyn gave him an odd glance.
“Why should I read the newspapers?
“I’m very busy.”
He didn’t tease Emlyn White and said seriously, “I’ve already gathered enough money for those two ingredients.
“When can you give them to me?”
