Part 1v the undead chapter xxxviii a sacrifice of oneself

　　It was ten o’clock at night, and another pattering rain was falling in Birkeland, the pale mist of which gave a hazy beauty to the glow of the gas street lamps.

　　Bowen, Eisinger Stanton’s assistant, made a round of the ground floor and walked over to the convex belly window, ready to close the last of it.

　　Just then, a dark shadow leapt in and landed firmly on the bulging piece of wall.

　　It turned out to be a blue short-haired stray cat!

　　Bowen couldn’t help but let out a low laugh when he saw the other’s large, round, yellow eyes looking up at him:

　　”There’s no food here.”

　　Because detective work was prone to attracting retaliation and had quite a few secrets of its own to hide, the cooks and servants in Eisinger Stanton’s house were hourly workers who only came for a fixed number of hours a day and wouldn’t prepare too much food at once, which made it difficult for them to have any left over after dinner.

　　The short-haired blue cat opened its mouth, but instead of meowing, it spoke like a human being and said:

　　”I am Sherlock Moriarty, and I want to see Mr. Eisinger Stanton.

　　”…… “Although Bowen was an extraordinary person cultivated by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, his own sequence was not too high, and he did not see too much, this was the first time he encountered a cat that could talk, and it was inevitable that he would be shocked and disoriented for a short while.

　　After several seconds, he regained consciousness, recalling the words of the blue short-haired cat just now:

　　It said …… it said it was Sherlock Moriarty?

　　This great detective really isn’t simple!

　　He can actually turn into a cat, no, control a cat!

　　This kind of ability is really weird and creepy!

　　Bowen quickly calmed down, not answering the short-haired blue cat directly, and reached out to close the glass window.

　　Only after doing so did he lower his voice:

　　”Follow me.”

　　The blue shorthair cat instantly leapt off the platform behind the convex belly window, tail tucked up in an agile stride behind Bowen’s flank, following him all the way up to the second floor and watching as he knocked on the door to Eisinger Stanton’s bedroom.

　　”Can I help you?” Eisinger asked as he opened the door, dressed in a light striped nightgown.

　　He was enjoying his bedtime tobacco.

　　Bowen discreetly gestured to the blue short-haired cat crouching beside him:

　　”Mr. Sherlock Moriarty for you.”

　　Eisinger, with his sideburns and thin face, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked down, took two steps back, and allowed the blue shorthaired cat to waltz into his bedroom.

　　”You go back to your room and sleep, get up on time tomorrow, we have a case waiting to be pursued.” Eisinger instructed Bowen as if nothing had happened.

　　When his assistant left, he closed the door to his room and turned his head to look at the blue short-haired cat crouching next to the easy chair and let out a soft chuckle:

　　”I didn’t realize you had this extraordinary ability, and was worried you’d come right over.”

　　”I noticed the exclamation point.” The blue short-haired cat revealed a smiling face and said.

　　It had to be said that a cat with that kind of expression on its face was rather incongruous, and would give those who witnessed it a feeling of spine-chilling sweat.

　　Eisinger, however, did not react unusually to this and took a drag on his pipe, sitting back in his easy chair and exhaling the gas slowly in enjoyment, saying with a smile:

　　”I trust your wisdom.”

　　”Thank you for the compliment.” The blue short-haired cat politely extended its paw in a curtsy.

　　Eisinger watched it, rubbing his pipe as he smiled:

　　”You should already understand what has happened.

　　”While the group didn’t dare to monitor it very closely for fear of me finding out and telling the Church of Darkness and the Church of Steam, heck, they’d be in just as much trouble if they were exposed, I’m sure there are demigods among them, that’s both reasoning and what some feedback has told me to conclude, after all, I’ve been living on this street for many years now.

　　”So humans and animals won’t be prevented from entering my house, which you’ve already thought of, but when you leave, you’re bound to be tailed and followed, what’s your way of getting rid of them? Well …… that sum of money is not a large one, and it would be very conspicuous to go out with them.

　　”Let me think for a moment, you are planning to communicate with me, let me deposit the money into the designated bank account, and then you will find quite a few people to withdraw it in batches and at the same time in different places outside of Berkland?”

　　At this point, Eisinger smiled to himself and said:

　　”This is the best way I can think of, but the operation would be very troublesome.”

　　The blue short-haired cat didn’t make a positive reply and laughed lowly:

　　”I just need you to lend me an unoccupied room and three candles.”

　　”No problem.” Without pursuing the matter, Eisinger Stanton turned to say, “The price of this share transfer was twelve thousand gold pounds, and the buyer was Audrey, the daughter of the Earl of Hall, and, well, hiring a team of lawyers and accountants, and placing an advertisement cost a total of six hundred pounds, and, in addition, paying 0.5% stamp duty and 20% Class D income tax, leaving a balance of eight nine hundred and ninety-four pounds. ”

　　Class D tax refers to income tax on income from business, finance and specialized professions.

　　Still have to pay taxes ah …… all of a sudden lost more than two thousand pounds …… The blue short hair cat’s expression was instantly a little bit dumbfounded.

　　Klein used to be a night watchman, and his salary did not need to pay personal income tax, then he was a private detective, and his income was difficult to be regulated, so he never took the initiative to file a tax return, and then he became an adventurer, because the bounty against pirates had a preferential treatment, and there was no need to pay tax, and there was no awareness in this regard, so even if the last time Eisinger Stanton had mentioned the problem of taxes, he had not put it in his mind, and he did not feel that it would be much, and, as a result, reality gave him a hard blow.

　　As for why the last equity transaction was not taxed, it was because the Rune government encouraged initial investment in inventions and creations, and there were corresponding reductions and exemptions.

　　After a short silence, the blue short-haired cat’s whiskers moved twice and said:

　　”Okay, you give me the cash, er, move to that unoccupied room.

　　”There’s nothing wrong with that cash, is there?”

　　”I’ve checked, they’re not going to do anything small about it, it’s an insult to my intelligence.” Eisinger got up with his pipe, “Remember to make up a signed confirmation of the deal in the mail for me afterward.”

　　”It’s on its way.” The blue shorthaired cat responded with an early warning.

　　Eisinger then walked over to the safe that was in the master bedroom, opened it up with a combination plus a key, and then drew out wads of cash and stuffed them into different briefcases.

　　Then, taking those briefcases, he left the master bedroom and entered the guest bedroom diagonally across the hall.

　　”You count it.” Eisinger said to the blue short-haired cat who followed him as he set down the briefcases full of cash.

　　”I trust you.” The blue shorthaired cat said after a few looks.

　　Eisinger nodded and pointed down to the cabinet and said:

　　”There are candles in there.”

　　After that, he stepped back to the door and pulled the handle with a smirk:

　　”I’m really curious to see how you’ll leave …… I think it’ll be wonderful ‘magic’.”

　　With a click, Eisinger Stanton closed the door, leaving the guest bedroom quiet and cold again.

　　A figure in a dark red coat and an outdated tricorn hat quickly emerged next to the blue shorthaired cat, Crane’s secret puppet, Seignior the Spiteful.

　　He flipped out a candle, quickly set up a simple altar, omitted all the preliminaries, and directly read in elven language in a low voice:

　　”Great Kavituva, Favorite of the Sea and the Spirit World, Protector of the Rothschild Archipelago, Ruler of the Undersea Creatures, Controller of Tsunamis and Storms.

　　”Your faithful servant prays for your gaze;

　　”Praying that You accept his devotion;

　　”Praying that You open the gates of the Kingdom.”

　　The sound of the wind within the wall of spirituality grew fiercely intense, and Seignior quickly slashed the skin on the back of his hand with his fingernails, flinging out a drop of blood.

　　As a Sequence 5 “Grieving Soul”, everything in his body was equal to a material rich in spirituality!

　　The gust of wind sucked away the blood and poured it into the candle flame that symbolized Kavituva, making it expand and turn into an illusory door full of magical signs and symbols.

　　After ten seconds or so, the door made a heavy creaking sound and slowly opened a little.

　　Seniol whirled around and lifted the briefcases containing cash one by one and threw them inside the illusory gate.

　　When there was no more left, one of the gold coins in his body flew out and landed on the altar.

　　The figure of the “resentful spirit” then disappeared, projecting onto the smooth part of the gold coin.

　　The gold coin shook and flew up, following the briefcase in front of it, and entered the illusory door of sacrifice.

　　Wordlessly, the mysterious gate closed, and all three candle flames returned to normal.

　　It was at this point that the blue short-haired cat seemed to have found itself, blankly looking left and right and making meowing noises.

　　After a while, Eisinger opened the door and came in, realizing that the briefcases containing the bills were all gone, leaving only the three candles burning quietly, and only the blue short-haired cat arching its back warily.

　　As he gazed deeply at the scene, a van-rented carriage drove unhurriedly past at the fork in the street at the other end.

　　……

　　The same night, inside a building in the Chorwood neighborhood.

　　Hugh had returned home in a sparse drizzle, and, as he toweled his hair, he said to Forsyth:

　　”Your letter has been mailed.”

　　Forsyth gave a “hmm” and speculated about when his teacher would be able to write back.

　　At that moment Hugh put down his towel and said casually:

　　”There’s a message from Mr. X’s party, same place as before, Friday night.”

　　Great, I can tell Mr. World! I wonder how much it will cost to pay …… Forsyth’s eyes lit up as she listened.

　　Before she could open her mouth to ask for details, Hugh had added to himself:

　　”Mr. X has also given a task that is said to be very well paid, well, tell him about people he knows who have abnormal luck.”

　　”People with abnormal luck?” Voorhees whispered suspiciously, “There’s something wrong with this gentleman’s brain, isn’t there? Who would divulge their surroundings in a gathering like this? It’s easy for someone to find out who they really are.”

　　”Who knows? Maybe it’s really a crazy person.” Hugh didn’t know anyone with abnormal luck, so he responded without much concern.

　　Forsyth thought about it for a while, but still didn’t understand the real intention of this mission, so he could only put it behind him, and was going to pray to Mr. “Fool” when Hugh went to take a bath, and pass on the corresponding information to Germaine Sparrow, “the world”.