Part 1v the undead chapter xxx the restoration society

　　Arriving at the door, Walter, with the aid of the glow of the gas street lamp, looked through a gap in the iron fence and realized that there was no one outside, the street was silent.

　　For a moment, Walter wondered if he had misheard the doorbell; there had been no doorbell at all just then!

　　He settled down and walked quickly to the servants’ rooms at the back of the small building, calling out to several of them to wake up, telling them to grab their double-barreled shotguns and patrol back and forth around the main house to prevent any burglars or robbers from sneaking in.

　　Walter didn’t call the police right away, because nothing had happened yet, and the doorbell just now might have just been made by some mischievous tramp.

　　Meanwhile, inside the nearest sewer, the previous infiltrator held onto the metal handles and descended one level to the bleak area.

　　He quickly stopped and leaned his back against the mossy wall, slowly sliding downward to sit on the dirty floor.

　　His eyes reclosed, as if he was still unconscious, and in front of him, a middle-aged man in an old tricorn hat and a dark red coat instantly appeared, none other than Crane’s secret puppet, Seignior the Grievous.

　　Seignior bends his back and rummages through the inner pockets of the intruder’s clothing to retrieve seven sesterces and eleven pence, as well as a small cloth bag containing different powders.

　　Inside the room, Klein remotely manipulated the puppet a few dozen meters away and identified the powders one by one, and found that, as he expected, they were all powders of various herbs from the necromantic realm, and some of them could be used for “psychic” purposes!

　　–The probability that the extraordinary person from Bailang belongs to the path of “corpse collector” is very high, even if he has not yet reached the Sequence 7 “psychic”, it is also very normal to prepare the corresponding herbal powder and essential oil pure dew. After all, those materials are not the only ones that can be used for “psychic” purposes.

　　Immediately after that, Klein maneuvered his puppet, Seniole, to quickly set up a ritual and prayed to the “Fool”.

　　Then, he went to the gray fog to respond, so that the other side can do the next thing.

　　After this, he returns to the real world, and continues to manipulate the spirit, Seniole, to truly begin the “channeling”.

　　Through the shimmering storm, Kraven saw the infiltrator’s spirit, which was a blurry and transparent mess.

　　”What is your name? Which power do you belong to?” Seniol asked in a low voice.

　　The infiltrator responded woodenly:

　　”Godopus, I belong to the ‘Black Skull Party’.”

　　Black Skull Party, seems to be a gang at the edge of the Eastern District and the Bakerland Bridge area near the dock location, dominated by people with Byron blood, although it is not as savage and reckless as the Zimanga Party, which dares to fight and kill, it is also ruthless and tough and is not afraid of killing people……. Klein thought back to the information he had gathered in the past while letting Seignior continue to ask:

　　”What do you guys mainly do? Why are you looking for Richardson?”

　　Godopus said in a muddled voice:

　　”We are fighting for God.

　　”We were originally members of the East Byron Restoration Society, and we established the Black Skull Party in order to get hold of information and obtain funding, and apart from that, we also had a mission to collect various items related to the Grim Reaper and send them back to the Southern Continent.

　　”This time, we were given solid clues that Count Wolfe’s collection included a mask brought from the mausoleum of the Eggers family, a family descended from the gods.

　　”In order to get this mask, we need to send someone to enter Count Wolfe’s house to work or to blend into the banquet dances hosted by Count Wolfe, and Richardson is a good candidate, he has no previous convictions of being involved in various organizations, and he has rich experience as a servant.”

　　The servants of noble families are often “ancestral” ah, which is not so easy to blend in …… unless it is a temporary need for a large number of people, do short-term employment ……

　　Tonight, at the ball, a lady mentioned that a small number of nobles with bad financial situation sold many lands and estates, dismissed almost all the servants, leaving less than ten to serve, barely maintaining a decent life, and when there is a large-scale banquet or ball needs, then spend money to the “Association for Helping Household Servants” and other organizations to hire a group of temporary workers to support the occasion. The “Society for the Help of Household Servants” and other organizations to hire a group of temporary workers to support the scene ……

　　Also, Count Wolfe has a collection of masks from the family of the descendants of the Grim Reaper, and I remember that Mr. Aztec’s last name is Aegis …… Unfortunately, I don’t want to be disturbed by accidents at the moment, or else I might find a way to help Mr. Aztec get this mask …… Klein A few silent mutterings allowed Seignior to continue his question:

　　”How do you know Richardson?”

　　Godolphus said stolidly:

　　”We met at the manor in East Byron, and at that time, we were both slaves.

　　”And there were people among the slaves who were quietly spreading the belief in Death, and I, Richardson, his mother, inevitably became a believer in Death in that life, secretly joining the organization that was so influential among the slaves.

　　”Later, Richardson’s mother became ill and died, and he was taken to Birkeland, while I stayed at East Byron, looking for an opportunity to escape from the estate.

　　”A few years later, I was sent to Birkeland and, by chance, reencountered Richardson, who, surprisingly, had forgotten the death of his mother, the abuse he had suffered, his faith in God, and had had his will corrupted by a so-called quiet life!

　　”In order to avoid me, he deliberately made the mistake of changing three employers in a row, but how could he have imagined that his past companions were no longer ordinary!”

　　Everyone has the right to choose, as long as it does not harm others, however, Richardson and I are two kinds of people …… Inside the room Klein closed his eyes and let Seniol ask in a low voice:

　　”What is the name of that organization that is so influential among the slaves?”

　　Godolphus hesitated and said:

　　”The Society of Eternal Life, those who believe in the God of Death will be granted eternal life in the Underworld after leaving the painful real world.”

　　Eternal Life Society …… I know, the branch of the Spirit Order …… from the “Night Watchers” Klein knows quite a bit about it.

　　He continued to manipulate the secret puppet Seignior to question the other side, obtained a large amount of information related to the eternal life association, the East Bailang Restoration Association, the Black Skull Party, confirming that Godopes and his gang are full of innocent people’s blood on their hands.

　　After two quarters of an hour of waiting, Klein once again allowed the Spirit to enter the body of Godopus, and drove him out of the sewer and back into the shadows of the street.

　　By this time, the servants with double-barreled shotguns at 160 Birklund Street were less attentive to their rounds, as if they thought that the lurking danger had passed.

　　Klein pretended not to notice anything and remained asleep in the master bedroom, but he had already arranged the ritual, summoned himself, responded to himself, and, taking with him the Aztec brass whistle, the iron cigarette case, and the “writhing hunger,” left the house noiselessly in the state of a grumbling ghost.

　　He followed Godopus, always at a distance of 80 meters, in order to manipulate the “hostage”, who was possessed by a secret puppet, so that he could go around the block and board a rented carriage at the intersection.

　　More than an hour later, Godopus returned to the headquarters of the Black Skull Party, a hut located near the docks.

　　Inside was a large cache of arms and several members of the East Baylon Restoration Society, who made up the top echelons of the Black Skull and Bones.

　　”Godolphins,” as agreed, knocked at the door, and addressed one of the members who greeted him:

　　”Richardson has yielded.”

　　”Very well.” The member swept a less than attentive glance at Godolphus and moved out of the way, allowing him to pass.

　　”Godopus” looked around and saw the high performance explosives and a collection of rifles that he had purchased earlier stacked in the corner of the house, while several of the Black Skull Party executives were gathered together, discussing something.

　　”Godolphins, have a smoke?” The member from earlier handed over a cigarette.

　　It was a southern continent style cigarette, made directly from sun-dried tobacco leaves wrapped in a small amount of herbs.

　　Godopus took it and casually picked up the matches on the table, pulling out a few and brushing them to stroke them on fire.

　　He then tossed the burning matches around the corner, to one of the explosives that could be easily ignited next to the high-performance explosives.

　　”……” All the people in the room looked at Godopes somewhat woodenly, briefly failing to react to what was happening.

　　Rumble!

　　A few dozen meters away on a sidewalk chair, Klein sat with his back to the house where flames were rising and waves of gas were rolling in.

　　A few seconds later, Seignior appeared beside him in a dark red coat, with a few traces of fire burns.

　　The “grudge” pressed his hand to his chest, saluted, and then returned to the surface of the gold coin in the iron cigarette case.

　　It’s a pity that we can’t pick up the extraordinary characteristics, otherwise it wouldn’t be like an accident……. The Black Skull Party’s top management without extraordinary people will definitely attract suspicion……. Klein sighed secretly, disposed of the traces, ended the summoning, and returned directly to the gray fog.

　　The next morning, as if nothing had happened, he got up and washed, waiting for his personal manservant to come in and put on his outside clothes.

　　Richardson entered in silence and skillfully completed his work.

　　Then he stepped back and buried his head low:

　　”Sir, after serving this week, I would like to resign.”

　　He normally received his paycheck on a weekly basis from Tanea, the housekeeper.

　　”Why?” Klein asked as he looked at himself in the mirror and straightened his vest.

　　At the same time, he thought leisurely in his heart: not bad, know the initiative to resign, not to bring trouble to the employer ……

　　Richardson had long thought of an excuse and said:

　　”I feel that my ability is not enough to be a personal manservant, last night at the ball, I had exchanges with the servants of other guests, and realized that I am still far from it.”

　　Klein laughed:

　　”All men grow from no experience, very little experience, reconsider and give me your final answer tomorrow.”

　　”Yes, sir.” Without further ado, Richardson voluntarily exited the room and went to the first floor to help his employer with the morning copy of the newspaper.

　　In this process, he would turn it over first, placing the most interesting papers at the top.

　　In the midst of flipping through it, his eyes suddenly froze and focused on a news story:

　　”Violent explosion at 79 Dillam Street in the Birkeland Bridge area, suspected to be linked to the ‘Black Skull Party’ ……

　　”According to the police, all top executives of the ‘Black Skull Party’ died in the accidental explosion, including Lima, Moreira, and Godolphins ……”

　　This …… Richardson shook his head, suspecting he was dreaming.