Part 2 THE FACELESS MAN Chapter 211 The Problem of Change
Inside the carriage outside the Kraig Club.
”‘Apostle of Desire’ doesn’t necessarily equal Patrick Jason Berea? You think there’s a possibility that we’ve been misled?” Iconser listened to Klein’s words and did not scoff, disdain or belittle them, but instead discussed the issue with him very seriously.
Not bad deacon …… but it could also be the reason for using that magic mirror called Arodes so often that even the worst and sharpest temper will be smoothed out …… Klein gave a dark praise and nodded sincerely:
”That’s my personal opinion, out of an abundance of caution.
”It’s simple to verify, ask the Magic Mirror for the location of that ‘Apostle of Desire’, not Patrick Jason Belial.”
Ikonser said as he pressed his hat:
”Makes sense.”
His expression became grave once more, and his gaze then looked into the magic mirror in his palm.
”Deacon Iconser, if you ask for any clues here, that demon will surely be able to notice.” Klein reminded from the side.
”As well.” Iconser turned his head sideways to the two team members, “You continue to secretly protect Mr. Moriarty, even if that ‘Apostle of Desire’ comes to attack, the three of you together will be enough to fend it off for a long period of time, while there are still military personnel nearby.”
”Yes, Deacon!” The two “Mechanical Heart” members replied without hesitation.
Ikonser immediately left and rushed to where the night watchmen were, which was around Eichenga Stanton.
The “Singers of God” have been mobilized, and the seal of the Church of the Goddess has already been deployed. …… If the “Apostles of Desire” really want to make any move, it will definitely be in the afternoon. …… I hope I can make it in time, and I hope the mirror gives the right answer …… But then I won’t have a chance to get involved, to see the demon who’s killing us all die, or to touch his suitcase full of money, bullion, gold coins, and jewelry! …… Klein looked at Iconser s back with a pang of sighing and a pang of loss.
But he recovered his mood in a whirlwind:
This is good, at least I don’t have to take the risk, can be safe and sound to lift this crisis.
And “mechanical heart” certainly will not treat me poorly, really successful, my views and suggestions will certainly be in a very important position, and I am a believer in the God of steam and machinery, according to the style of the major churches, it should be a share of the harvest to me …… in the premise of 50,000 pounds. 50,000 pounds as the premise, how can not too little ……
Thinking of this, Klein couldn’t help but still feel some regret.
But he will not risk it.
The “magician” does not do unprepared show!
It’s still too tight, too rushed, and there’s no time for me to plan. …… Klein nodded to the two Mechanical Minds members, stepped off the carriage, and returned to the Kraig Club, where he asked the waiter to open up a lounge for him, so that he could be prepared for any problems.
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Inside Eisinger Stanton’s living room in Hillsdon.
Leonard Mitchell tucked in his slightly unruly black hair and followed Captain Souster’s instructions, struggling to put on the silver full body armor stained with large swaths of blood with the help of the other night watchmen.
He pulled down the armor, letting his turquoise eyes hide in the deep darkness, and then reached out his silver-white metal-gloved left palm to receive the magic mirror handed to him by Ikonser.
Within the Church of Steam and Machinery, this silver mirror was codenamed “2-111”.
”It’s only a ‘2’ level seal?” Solstice asked in slight surprise.
Ikonser nodded:
”Yes, its harmfulness, not high.”
Speaking later, there was suddenly more than a bit of gnashing of teeth in his tone.
”That is to say, all other aspects meet the standard of a ‘1’ level seal?” Solstice asked thoughtfully.
Ikonser gave him a wary look:
”Only certain aspects.”
He refused to reveal any more information.
At this time, Leonard brushed up the surface of the silver mirror with his right hand, and the parlor grew eerily quiet.
After three times, he spoke in a low voice:
”Honorable Arodes, my question is, where is the ‘Apostle of Desire’ who attacked Eisinger Stanton currently?”
The entire house darkened steeply, as if a dark cloud had happened to drift through the neighborhood.
Watery light flowed from the surface of the silver mirror, quickly coalescing into a slightly blurred image:
It was a luxurious villa-type house, and before the windows was a large garden.
In the center of the garden, there was a glass greenhouse, in which one bright red rose after another was open.
Upwards in the glass conservatory, the pale sun could still be seen behind the mist.
”It’s in Birkeland!” Eisinger Stanton immediately calculated where the location reflected in the picture was based on information such as the perspective and the position of the sun in the sky.
”That’s a completely different answer than the location we asked Jason Beria about earlier! We’ve been misled!” Ikonser said in a deep voice.
”Requiemist,” Thorst spat:
”How cunning.
”And who is Jason Belial, who is being hunted by the ‘Singers of the Gods?
”Hey, it’s too late to discuss, let’s circle the general area from the information on the screen, and then start the action immediately, I suspect that ‘Apostle of Desire’ will create a big event next!”
At that moment, the silver mirror called Arodes had dispersed the image and switched to floating words.
It demanded that Leonard Mitchell answer a question, and if he lied or was unwilling to answer, he would suffer severe punishment.
Leonard, inexplicably a little nervous, put his usual hangdog ways away and waited quietly for the question.
After a few seconds, he saw the bloodied words change, taking shape one after the other:
”Do you have …… lodged in you?”
Just halfway through the question, Leonard’s pupils had contracted sharply, his back tensed and a cold sweat broke out furiously on his forehead.
If it wasn’t covered by that blood-stained silver armor, others would have already been able to notice his abnormality.
Just at this time, his left palm inexplicably shook.
The silver magic mirror suddenly had a light tremor, and the bright red words were strangely and covertly tinted with a slight green color, if not for the fact that he had been staring at the mirror and paying full attention, it would have been difficult for others to notice that there was a subtle to extreme change in the color.
That one word continued to wriggle, changing the previous question:
”Is there a mark on you that you cannot tell anyone about?”
”Yes, that mark exists in my memories.” Leonard replied in a smooth tone, but his body located within the bloodstained silver armor had the tiredness of a sudden relaxation after a high level of tension.
This mirror is too dangerous …… to have noticed it straight away! Fortunately, after all this time, the old man has recovered a little …… he thought with dry lips.
Solstice took out his pocket watch, pressed it open and looked at it, and said to Leonard inside the bloodstained silver armor:
”There’s still time, you lead the next action!”
”Yes, Captain Souster.” Leonard secretly exhaled.
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Docklands, Bakerland Dockyard.
Patrick Jason Belyea entered his reserved cabin.
He looked out the window and surveyed the lightly misted sky, silently calculating the time.
After a while, he quickly removed his hat, stripped off his clothing, and then reached down and pulled off the surface layer of human skin!
Underneath the skin was a beautiful woman, in her early thirties, with deep eyes, not the brown-haired, brown-pupiled man Klein had seen in the “Dream Divination”!
The woman took out her clothes and put them on methodically, quickly becoming a charming and attractive creature.
Finally, she rummaged through the bottom of her suitcase and found a fist-sized stone statue, which she wrapped tightly in the removed layer of human skin and tied in a knot.
Having done this, and the riverboat having traveled some distance, she opened the window and threw Patrick Jason’s human skin, along with the stone statue, out into the river.
Flop!
The human skin with the weights tied to it sank sharply.
The woman clapped her hands, closed the window, carried her suitcase, and changed to a prepared cabin.
Then she sat down beside the window of her new cabin, elbows on the table, hands resting on her face, and looked out at a leisurely pace.
After an unknown amount of time, she saw a gust of wind blowing in mid-air, dispersing the mist.
The corners of her mouth quirked up with it, and her smile widened.
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Jorwood District, inside a luxurious villa-type house not far from the Holy Wind Cathedral.
Pallas Negan, with a bloated waist and gray-blue eyes, bear-hugged his welcoming mistress, a beautiful young girl with a few moments of innocence still on her face.
Followed by him there are two people, a middle-aged man in a black tuxedo, brown hair and blue eyes, not much expression, it is the Storm Church to provide extraordinary guards, a sequence 6 “wind family members”.
The other was Duke Negan’s secretary.
He is a thin figure, clear-eyed blonde young man, looks refined, calm and introverted, his biggest drawback is that his hairline has already receded beyond his age.
As for the other guards, or security personnel, they were scattered outside the house.
On the second floor, the “wind family member” snatched Duke Negan before he entered the bedroom and went in for a quick check, while Duke Negan’s secretary was responsible for searching the surrounding rooms.
After confirming that there were no problems, they nodded to Duke Negan, signaling that he could continue.
”I’m all calmed down.” Duke Negan said half-jokingly.
His mistress responded happily:
”That way we can have a nice chat, I’d love to hear you talk about all the things you did at sea.”
”I hope you’ll end up in that spirit.” Duke Negan embraced his mistress into the bedroom and closed the door with his heel.
His secretary and the Windfinders entered the rooms on either side of him, without a moment’s slackening.
Inside the attic of the house.
A man in a dark overcoat sat in an old chair, his eyes half-closed, wondering what he was sensing, sometimes smiling and shaking his head.
His brown hair was slightly curly and his brown eyes were cold. He was the one Klein had seen in the “dream divination”! The suitcase at his feet was missing.
”Really brave ah, so strong desire …… this does not match my judgment of him, it seems to have taken the appropriate potion …… this is really match… …Oh, how could they have thought that Patrick Jason Berea was two people ……” The man tilted his face slightly, as in intoxication.
”It’s almost …… that time!”
His right hand suddenly clenched, as if clutching someone’s heart tightly!