Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 64 Finalizing the Program

Release Date: 2024-06-26 10:45:23
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  ”The future of Raft Pound.”

  Klein held the hair of that slave baron, closed his eyes, and with the aid of meditation, fell into a deep sleep.

  In the gray haze he saw a narrow, irregular hole, and Raft Pound, with puffy bags under his eyes and graying temples, burrowed out with his elbows on the ground, creeping reptilian-like.

  Immediately afterward, the scene flickered as he picked up a black iron badge from somewhere and wore it on his chest.

  Above that badge was engraved a scepter, and a hand clutching it!

  ”Tudor!” Klein snapped out of his dream world and sat up straight.

  According to the bodyguard lady, that black iron badge was engraved with the royal coat of arms of the Tudor Empire of the Fourth Age!

  It was exactly the same as the one he had seen in that old building!

  ”Raft Pound is definitely not as simple as he appeared before ……” Klein rubbed his forehead and whispered to himself.

  As a “soothsayer”, he had his own interpretation of the revelation that he had just seen in his dream, on the one hand, he knew that it was a behavior that Raft Pound would do in the future, on the other hand, he thought that it showed that Raft Pound himself had a deep connection with the Tudor family!

  After the triple test of positive questioning, “dreaming” probing, and “psychic” communication, Raft Pound didn’t reveal any problems, nor did he let me notice the slightest abnormality, and I’m afraid that if I hadn’t kept my hand in the game, I would’ve been deceived by him, eh? …… Maybe, maybe he really doesn’t know anything right now, just now is the vernacular performance, wait until the future, only by chance to encounter the opportunity to have contact with the Tudor family ……

  But it is more likely that he has already learned a lot of things from the old Viscount, before there is no certainty, deliberately degenerate, pretending to be crazy, and can conceal my “dream” and “psychic”, is some kind of extraordinary ability at work, er …… He should not have been acting at that time, he really fell into a muddle-headed state, or else he would have revealed himself in front of me, who has a lot of experience in this kind of thing. ……

  What extraordinary ability would it be?

  Does he have sequence several?

  Or the kind where you’re born with certain extraordinary abilities?

  Klein went on thinking like that all the way through and felt like he’d hit a dead end, so he busied himself by pulling away and switching gears, muttering silently to himself:

  ”Raft Pound has a deep connection to the Tudor family ……”

  ”Is it possible to make a bold assumption that he is actually a descendant of the Tudor family?”

  ”If his blood connection to the old Viscount is real, then things are interesting.”

  ”The entire Pound family is a branch of the Tudor family who changed their name to escape the hunt?”

  ”They built up their merit, gained knighthoods, and returned to the center of power step by step, and at the same time, they were secretly searching for the secret relics of the Tudor Empire that were left in Beckland back then.”

  ”After I don’t know how many years, they finally got something, so they bought the house that currently belongs to Miller Carter and built exaggerated basements as a way to explore the surrounding area.”

  ”Thirty or forty years ago, they found the ruins and repaired a secret door leading there.”

  ”However, in the process of exploring the ruins, there was an accident, that evil spirit did not recognize the so-called descendants of the Tudor family at all, and the two heirs of the old Viscount died successively in that innermost room, and even the extraordinary characteristics and magical items could not be salvaged.”

  ”Although the old Viscount spent a huge amount of money on similar extraordinary characteristics to make the deaths of the two heirs seem more normal, the consecutive violent deaths were still a bit suspicious in the eyes of the royal family and the church, so after the old Viscount’s death, Rufford Pound intentionally exaggerated and distorted the covert investigations back then, allowing himself to ‘frighten ‘ out of psychological problems and started indulging in drinking and gambling as a way to escape attention.”

  ”This can explain one thing that I was puzzled about before, the Viscount family was controlled by mysterious people who came from nowhere, when the royal family and the church are blind? Even if they were to control it, it would be in a softer and less detectable way, like, for example, the Sequence 6 ‘Faceless Man’ of my pathway.”

  ”A child can detect an abnormality, not to mention the powerful men of the royal family and the three major churches?”

  ”The only explanation why they ‘didn’t know’ is that those people were sent by them.”

  ”Well …… I guessed at that time that what the Tudor family and the Trenthorst family had mastered was also the ‘Black Emperor’ pathway, so based on the need to play the role, it was the dynasty they established that retained the style and characteristics of Solomon’s Empire, this point that Ms. Bodyguard seems to have laterally confirmed.”

  ”Sequence 9 of the ‘Black Emperor’ pathway is ‘Lawyer’, an extraordinary profession that is very good at utilizing order, er …… Raft Pond deceived The ability to pass ‘dream entry’ and ‘psionics’ comes from this very thing, or is it further? He cooperated with me fully, but still subconsciously exploited the loopholes of the order in his dreams and muddled state to make the outcome go in the direction he wished.”

  ”When you think about it, it seems that Raft Pond really didn’t lie during the ‘séance’, except that the truth was only partially true …… Maintaining the Family, Remembering the Glory can refer to the Pond family or the Tudor Family ……”

  Klein’s thoughts became a little clearer, and he had an overall judgment of things:

  From Raft Pound’s current attitude, without external help, that evil spirit should not be able to get out of the trap, otherwise this baron from the baron should have found a way to save himself a long time ago, regardless of whether the evil spirit would come to him or not, as long as the other party escapes from the seal and creates a catastrophe, the matter of that underground relic will not be able to be hidden from the royal family and the church, and at that time, Raft would inevitably be implicated… …The collapse of the opposite room didn’t affect the power to bind the evil spirit, which means that as long as the innermost room isn’t directly destroyed, the evil spirit won’t be able to get out of the trap ……

  Well …… the plan is clear, get Kaspers to buy some explosives and collapse the entrance so that no one can get in, so that evil spirit will be buried in the ground forever… heh, when I have enough strength, I can consider going to solve it and help the citizens of Berkland get rid of this hidden danger once and for all, and in the meantime, I will harvest some valuable items ……

  However, how should I blast it to be the safest? I don’t know anything about it …… Perhaps, Kaspers knows any blasting experts? After all, he was a black market weapons merchant.

  Klein quickly finalized the plan and decided to go back to Kaspers tomorrow evening, aiming to settle the matter of the underground relics once and for all within this week.

  As for the true relationship between the Pond Family and the Tudor Family, as for Raft Pond’s abnormality, he didn’t even want to look deeply into it.

  ”None of my business!” Klein muttered and quickly fell within the gray mist, returning to the real world.

  ……

  On Friday morning, Klein still left the house early, pretending to be very busy.

  While in actuality, he once again came to the Kraig Club, practicing shooting, reading newspapers, and having a rather pleasant time.

  At tea time, having hung around for almost a day, he was ready to leave, but was surprised to see Mary Gale, his former employer, and Talim Dumont, the equestrian teacher, enter the club at the same time.

  They were joined by a number of gentlemen in long double-breasted gowns and ladies in beautiful dresses and makeup, among them the Daily Observer’s reporter, Mike Joseph.

  ”Oh, Detective Moriarty, what a coincidence.” Mike, who had attractive eyes but rather rough skin, took the initiative to greet him.

  Klein responded with a smile:

  ”Mr. Reporter, have you finished your investigative journalism?”

  ”Finished, thanks to your help! Let me introduce you, this is the well-known great detective, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, Talim’s good friend.” Mike waved his arm down and said.

  After both parties greeted each other, Mike continued:

  ”I’ve probably figured out who Capin is, I’ll tell you more about it sometime, in short, I’ve got a good reason to believe that Shibel’s death originated from a copycat crime and it wasn’t that serial killer who did it, haha, tomorrow, tomorrow you’ll be able to read the news of my investigation in the newspaper.”

  ”Just as I suspected.” Klein responded with a smile.

  At that moment, Mike seemed to remember something and turned his head sideways to Mary Gale:

  ”Let me make an appointment with you for an exclusive interview about the situation of air pollution in Bakerland and the solution, however, you have to communicate with Mr. Editor-in-Chief of our newspaper in advance to finalize the page and time.”

  Mary’s eyes lit up at once and said:

  ”Okay.”

  ”Thank you so much! Mike, why didn’t I think of this great idea!”

  This is to publicize and create momentum for entering the “Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Committee”? Mike, this reporter has a lot of experience. …… Although the Daily Observer is not the best newspaper, it still has a large circulation. …… Mary suddenly came here today because the members of the House of Commons who participated in this club are coming over? The form of a private club really suits both politics and business …… Crane made his farewells with a certain amount of clarity.

  Before becoming a “faceless man”, he did not want to get involved in this kind of high-level affairs.

  ……

  In the evening, in an apartment on the East Side, Williams enters his apartment after a busy day.

  After a busy day, Williams entered the small room he had rented, intending to change his coat, take some money, and go to a tavern to have a good drink and fix dinner there.

  In the gloom and dimness his movements in putting on his coat suddenly halted.

  He saw a dark figure standing beside the window, a dark figure whose face was completely obscured by the shadow of the hood.

  ”Who told you to look for Lanlus?” The dark figure asked in a low, slow voice.

  Williams quickly put on his jacket and swallowed hard:

  ”A friend of mine, a bounty hunter.”

  A bounty hunter was an adventurer who used various bounties as their main source of income, and there were quite a few of them in the Eastern District, in Berkland.

  ”Why did he suddenly start looking for Llanerus again? This is a bounty from a long time ago.” The dark figure was very tall and took a step in front of Williams.

  ”I don’t know, maybe, she’s just trying out a different bounty.” Williams stepped back with a very small amplitude.

  The dark figure trailed off in hushed tones:

  ”Who is she?”

  Williams was suddenly in a struggle, and it was several seconds before he answered with a shudder:

  ”Hugh, Hugh Dilcha; I don’t know where she lives.”

  ”Very good, very honest.” The dark figure reached out and patted Williams’ body, and without further question, marched toward the door.

  Williams breathed a quiet sigh of relief, figuring that a wealth of mob experience had helped.

  Don’t try to be tough when you shouldn’t!

  Just then, he saw the dark figure snap his fingers.

  Snap!

  Williams’ thoughts froze as his body instantly split apart, scattering in all directions, leaving the floor and walls covered in blood and flesh.

  Immediately after that, the dark figure broke the gas line in the place.

  In the cauldron’s voice, he picked up the candle on Williams’ desk and rubbed the wick.

  The dark figure then left, and a few minutes later, that candle suddenly lit itself!

  Boom!

  An explosion drowned out everything.

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