Part 1v the undead chapter 54 reporting false accounts
Jorwood District, 22 Hope Road, Hat Trick Inn.
The receptionist was about to take a sip of water when she saw a lady enter the doorway.
This lady was about 6’5″, wearing a light-colored dress with ruffles, her brunette hair was slightly curled, and a pair of glasses with tinted glass rested on the bridge of her nose, giving her a casual feeling that she had just returned from Dixie Bay.
She carried a dark brown leather suitcase in her hand and walked towards the front desk at a pace that wasn’t too fast or slow.
Temperament is very outstanding lady ……This dress is really good ……I really want to see how she looks when she takes off the tinted glasses ……Being a woman, the receptionist habitually first surveyed the other party’s clothes and accessories.
She whirled around and heard the lady say in a voice with a bit of lazy rhyme:
”One night’s stay, single room.”
”Two soule eightpence.” The waiter first quoted the rate for the day before inquiring, “Do you have identification documents?”
She was not keen on the procedure of registering her identity, as the inn itself was completely unable to confirm the authenticity of the supporting documents.
”Yes.” The lady put down her dark brown suitcase, and from within the handbag she was holding, she took out a stack of identification documents and handed them to the other party.
”Margaret Taylor ……,” the waiter whispered as he made the registration, then found a set of keys and said, “Room 2012.”
”Thanks.” The chicly dressed lady across the room took the keys, lifted her dark brown suitcase, and marched to the stairway.
At that moment, a waiter in a red vest leaned in and bowed and curtsied:
”Can I help you?”
His eyes then fell on the dark brown suitcase the other man was carrying.
The lady’s lips curved into a smile as she shook her head and said:
”No, it’s light.”
After saying that, she didn’t stop and went up one flight of stairs and entered room 2012.
When she closed the door to the room and put down her suitcase, she suddenly raised her right hand, pressed her chest, and let out a long sigh of relief:
”How do I feel like a perverted murderer ……”
She was none other than the disguised Voorhees, and that suitcase of hers contained nothing but a Mr. X’s head wrapped in newspaper!
Those two waiters just now must have never imagined that inside the suitcase carried by a fashionable woman, there was no clothing, no skincare products, no cosmetics, only a cracked to the point of turning into pieces, bloodstained dead man’s head …… If it was discovered, the entire hotel would be shocked… …This is the stuff of detective novels! Voorhees calmed her nerves, re-lifted her suitcase and pulled open the door to her room.
She surveyed the hallway, saw no one coming or going, and busied herself with a quick walk out to room 2016, flexing her fingers and knocking on the wooden door.
Her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, lived in this last used room.
After noticing the sight of eyes surveying her at the cat’s eye, Voorhees heard the sound of the handle being twisted and the lock cylinder running.
Dorian Gray, dressed in black formal attire with broad shoulders, swept a wary glance to the left and right, stepping aside to indicate that the student could enter.
”Not noticed, are we?” He then asked cautiously as he closed the door to the room.
Forsyth set down his suitcase and removed the tinted glasses that covered a small portion of his face and said:
”No, I used a false identity.”
As a mixed-up, bottom-experienced, still-experienced Extraordinary in Berkland, a few sets of fake identification documents were essential.
Moreover, she had Hugh, an expert in the field, to help her out.
The only problem was that a fake was always a fake and couldn’t stand up to the police department’s comparison check.
However, Voorhees had heard that there were some channels where one could get real identification documents, that is to say, those that were filed and registered within the police department, and could also replace the photos, but of course, the price would definitely be quite expensive.
Dorian nodded softly and exhaled wordlessly, pulling over a chair as he motioned for Voorhees to sit down:
”You said in your letter that there was a reward offered for a direct descendant of the Abrahams family at a gathering of extraordinary people in Birkeland, with the goal of obtaining information on Mr. ‘Gate’?”
”Yes, Sensei.” Forsyth spoke the undoubted truth, “I don’t know that family per se, so I thought to ask you to see if you were aware of it.”
She hid only two things, that the extraordinary gathering of people was called the Tarot Society, and that she had known for a long time that her teacher was a member of the Abraham family.
Dorian sat down and took a sip from his white-glazed porcelain teacup, asking calmly on the surface:
”Who is the bounty-holder?”
”I don’t know, I’m only sure it’s a lady who has her face covered, uh, she should be very strong, and the power behind her isn’t weak either.” Voorhees described the lady she had in mind as “The Hidden One”.
What she didn’t say was that the other party had a close relationship with the “Queen of Mysteries”, Bernadette.
Dorian Gray mused for a few seconds and said:
”I don’t know much, except that Mr. ‘Gate’ is supposed to be the ancestor of the Abraham family, who disappeared in the ‘Battle of the Four Emperors’, and that you can exchange this information for some bounty. ”
Mr. “Gate” is the ancestor of the Abraham family? Mr. “Gate” who made the Abrahams family suffer from the full moon curse and lost countless members over the years was the ancestor of the Abrahams family? Forsyth was shocked to hear that.
She had learned a little bit about the Abraham family from Mr. Fool, and she couldn’t believe that it was the source of the bloodline that caused all of this!
”Was Mr. Gate not aware of the consequences of his actions? Forsyth muttered silently to himself, his brow furrowing involuntarily.
Dorian Gray noticed his student’s unusual reaction and asked, slightly puzzled:
”What’s wrong with that?”
Crap, I didn’t hide my expression just now …… Forsyth said with deliberation:
”I just don’t understand, after the passage of thousands of years, who else but the direct descendants of the Abraham family would want to obtain information about Mr. ‘Gate’ and for what purpose.”
Perhaps trying to retrieve Mr. Gate? Ah yes, the “Mysterious Queen” is the daughter of Rossel the Great, and Mr. Door appeared in Rossel the Great’s diary, so it’s only natural that this Queen would want to find Mr. Door and find out the truth of that year’s events. However, Mr. Door disappeared during the Battle of the Four Emperors, which is more than 1,000 years away from the time of Rossel the Great, so how can it be connected? …… Could Rossel the Great have heard the full moon’s ravings? …… I remember Mr. Fool once teased Mr. Door about it. Mr. “Fool” once teased the “door,” saying that k might be calling for help …… If this is true, it is really, really …… As a writer, Forsyth could not find the words to describe his current feelings for a moment.
Dorian, on the other hand, revealed a bitter smile and said:
”Obviously, I am also wondering about this question, if you can find the answer, remember to tell me.”
Without dwelling on this matter for fear of being found suspicious by Dorian Gray, Forsyth turned to ask:
”Teacher, why did you suddenly come to Becklander?”
Dorian smiled, took out a cigarette, brought it to the end of his nose and took a sniff but did not light it and said:
”It just so happens that there are some matters that need to be dealt with in Bakerland, and by the way, I’m checking on the progress of your digestion.”
In fact, he was surprised by the news relayed in Forsyth’s letter, couldn’t believe that there would still be people in this world inquiring about Mr. Door, knowing that the Abrahams family has basically given up on this aspect of the attempts, only he himself is still persisting, taking the initiative to teach students.
This also reminded him of a prophecy that had been circulating within the family that the Abrahams were getting closer and closer to destruction.
He linked the two events together and rushed to Bekrand to confirm his student’s situation, hoping that she would receive a promotion as soon as possible to preserve a glimmer of hope for the Abrahamic family.
”Just mastering the various aspects of astrology.” Foerth responded with a bit of heartburn.
Because of the lack of money some time ago, she had not yet bought the advanced crystal ball needed by “astrologers”.
In order not to continue this topic, Voorhees turned to Dorian Gray to ask the “astrologer” play code, received “astrology is not everything” and other points.
Toward the end, Voorhees looked at the dark brown suitcase next to him and said:
”Teacher, there’s one more thing.”
”What is it?” Dorian leaned back in his chair and took a leisurely sip of black tea.
Forsyth said according to a long ago ventriloquist’s note:
”After learning that Louis Vine once betrayed the organization and caused you much harm, I’ve been trying to find him and avenge you.”
”Give up that idea!” Dorian sat up straight at once, “Even if you have ‘Lemanor’s Traveling Notes’, you certainly can’t win him, let alone kill him! Your heart is comforting to me, but there’s no need for you to take the risk.”
I certainly can’t rely on me alone …… Forsyth muttered silently and said directly:
”I know a very powerful bounty hunter, and I paid almost 10,000 gold pounds for his help before.”
She couldn’t estimate exactly how much what she paid was worth, so she used the opening price of the previous assassination of Ambassador Intis commissioned by Miss Audrey.
That’s probably a fraud …… Louis Vuin is probably a “traveler” and has the backing of the Aurora Society …… Dorian was about to point out that no bounty hunter would be a match for Louis Vuin when she heard the student’s voice. Vine’s opponent, he heard the student say:
”He’s already done it.”
Cough! Cough! Cough! Dorian choked on his own saliva at once, coughing as if he were going to tear his lungs out.
The teacup in his hand dropped violently, straight to the ground, but bounced up as if by magic, and “sat” firmly on the coffee table.
”He gave me Louis Vine’s head.” Forsyth lifted the dark brown suitcase and opened it, removing the ball of newspaper wrapped inside.
As the newspaper unfolded a little, Dorian saw the face he would never forget; the smug smile on Louis Vine’s face had disappeared compared to the time of the attack on the headquarters of the Abrahams family, and his head was covered with cracks that seemed to be glued together from one piece of debris, grisly, agonized, and despairing.
As an “astrologer”, Dorian Gray’s psychic intuition told him without a doubt that this was Louis Vuitton’s head.
”Good, very good ……” Dorian whispered to himself in a slightly agitated voice and looked up at his student, “Who is that bounty hunter? I can’t imagine a bounty hunter in Berklend harboring such a formidable powerhouse.”
Voorhees deliberated:
”Germaine Sparrow.”