Part 5. the red priests chapter 48 prelude
Leonard, who had returned home for the tarot party, was about to leave the house and go to the basement of St. Samuel’s Church to look through the materials in preparation for the evening’s operation to appease the spirits, when he was suddenly blinded by the sight of the messenger carrying four blonde, red-eyed heads dressed in long, gloomy, complicated gowns.
–As a “Spiritist”, he was able to see spirit beings directly.
After receiving the letter from Klein, before Leonard could say thank you, Renette Tignicole turned her body around and walked into the void without stopping.
”…… Old man, why would Klein have, would he have a messenger of this level? Is this a, a perk of the Favored Ones?” Leonard couldn’t help but lower his voice as he inquired about Palles Zoroaster.
He had initially fantasized that this was standard for members of the Tarot Society, but later realized that he was overthinking it.
Palles Zoroaster’s slightly aged voice instantly gave a heave:
”It’s supposed to be uniquely Klein Moretti. Everyone has a bit of a special encounter, doesn’t he? Even for guys like you, isn’t it the same?
”Heh, I thought you were going to use ‘crippled angel’ to describe K, but it turned out that it was changed to ‘messenger of this level’, not bad, remembering my reminder.”
Leonard skimmed his lips and unfolded the letter paper, reading the contents on it.
”Sure enough, it’s the Favorite of Secrecy and Fate ……,” Palles Zoroaster quickly scanned the beginning with the help of Leonard’s eyes.
Leonard didn’t look at the ground and took a few steps straight back, throwing himself into the embrace of the couch before speaking:
”Klein can recognize Fate’s stealing and topping …… then we don’t need to rush to search for items at the demigod level in the ‘Stealer’ pathway.”
”Even if you were in a hurry, you wouldn’t know where to search.” Palles snorted at once.
Even with that gathering of the Hermits of Fate, it would be years before a similar item could appear once, and the next convocation wouldn’t be until the end of the year.
Leonard couldn’t even find the words to respond for a moment, so he turned his attention to the next two paragraphs.
After a short silence, he let out a low laugh:
”I’ve always wondered where Klein got the ‘Sun’ domain advanced rune when he faced Mego Oss, before I thought it was from that ‘Death Consul’, but then again, I don’t quite understand a Angel of the ‘Death’ realm collected the ‘Sun’ realm’s high-level charm to do what, commit suicide? Now, it finally made sense.
”Old man, it’s not like I haven’t held ‘3-0782’ before, why didn’t you realize that there was a drop of ‘Eternal Blazing Sun’ divine blood hidden inside? If you could have stolen some power out ahead of time, you wouldn’t have, not in the first place ……”
Leonard was about to mock the old man with this matter, but as he spoke, he fell silent.
Palles Zoroaster sighed within his mind and said:
”If that drop of divine blood had been casually discovered, that mutated sun insignia wouldn’t be in Tingen.”
Leonard fell silent for a few seconds and turned to ask:
”Then how should I find a chance to get my hands on that holy emblem and make the ‘Yang Yan’ charm?”
Although Klein said it easily in his letter, Leonard knew that it was not an easy thing to do, because he was no longer the “Night Watchman” of Tingen City, and even if he went back to visit his former coworkers and teammates, he would not be qualified to enter the Channis Gate.
Hearing his question, Palles Zoroaster said in a nonchalant manner:
”To ask me about such a trivial matter, you can’t think for yourself?”
Leonard coughed lightly and uncomfortably, and busily mobilized his brain cells and began to earnestly search for a solution:
”I’m acting alone right now, but the Archbishop gave me the power to draw local ‘night watchmen’ from the area involved to help.
”Well, if all these spirits in Birkeland have been appeased, but I have not yet thoroughly digested the magic potion, is it possible to move on to other parishes?
”At this time, if there happens to be a haunting in Tingen, then I can reasonably go back and draw two ‘night watchmen’ to take ‘3-0782’… …”
When Leonard finished “talking to himself”, Palles Zoroaster chuckled:
”Not bad, finding a thought so quickly.
”But have you ever thought that you are going to pacify, not purify, this point contradicts with taking ‘3-0782’, and easily attracts suspicion.”
Leonard, who received the affirmation, immediately let out a laugh:
”Old man, you don’t understand this, do you? When I initially joined the ‘Night Watchers’ squad, there was this line in the education I received: appeasement can only achieve the best results under the premise that you have the ability to purify.
”Rossel the Great also said that problems should be solved with a stick in one hand and a carrot in the other.”
Palles Zoroaster then let out a “tsk”:
”Then do as you say, of course, provided that you can complete those tasks given by Anthony Stevenson within a week or two, and if you haven’t gotten your hands on the ‘Yangyan’ bullets by the time the operation to clear Amon officially arrives, there’s no need for that.”
Leonard’s forehead twitched as he recalled the list of tasks that filled several sheets of paper.
He whirled around and forced himself to forget this worry, mumbling in his mind:
”I don’t know when the quest to punish that Blood Clan will start ……
”I also don’t know if the Blood Clan has any ‘Stealer’ pathway demigod level seals ……
”Temporary dream worlds …… I can make them myself, and I can find a chance to make them into sigils, but can this level of power withstand the erosion of the darkness of the ‘Godforsaken Lands’?”
……
Jorwood District, inside a house.
Forsyth, holding a novel, sat on the couch and watched Hugh walk towards the foyer and put on his boots for the outing.
”There’s no need to be in such a hurry, that gentleman isn’t so quick to put out investigative missions.” Finally, Forsyth pressed her suspicions and spoke up.
Hugh glanced at her and said:
”I am a bounty hunter, and I have other tasks.”
Speaking here, she paused and hesitantly said:
”Folth, have you ever felt that Miss ‘Justice’ resembles, Miss Audrey.”
Foerth was stunned for several seconds before coming back to his senses, subconsciously waved his hand and laughed:
”How can ……”
Before her words left her mouth, a resemblance had already flashed within her mind, her eyes widening.
After an interval, she whispered:
”It’s not impossible.
”The ‘audience’ pathway, the Psycho-Alchemy Society, the noble lady, the blonde hair and blue eyes …… Of the nobles I know, she’s the only one who fits the bill …… Of course, there are more nobles I don’t know, and even the ones I do know won’t let me know if they’re related to the Psycho Alchemy Society ……”
Hugh quietly listened to his friend’s words and pondered for a moment:
”Foerth, do you remember those missions that Miss Audrey entrusted to us? I originally thought it came from the Earl of Hall’s mandate, but now that I think about it, maybe it came from, well, the party ……
”Also, how we came to know the honorable name of Mr. ‘Fool,’ do you remember? It was in a book borrowed from Viscount Graylingt! It had an ancient piece of paper hidden in its wrapper!”
Forsyth nodded with some realization:
”We could have found it, and so could Miss Audrey, who is a close friend of Viscount Graylint! That would explain how she was able to join the party ……”
”Hmm.” Hugh agreed with Folth’s speculation.
Foerth opened his mouth and was about to say something else, when he suddenly remembered the attempted blood surveillance, and hastily glanced left and right warily and said:
”Hugh, we usually try to discuss party-related matters as little as possible.
”On Miss Audrey’s side, uh, we’ll meet once a week or two, so we’ll observe then.”
Hugh, alerted at once, nodded heavily:
”Good!”
She then opened the door and headed out, making her way to a certain bar located on the East Side and took her place at the bar.
Tapping the tabletop, she addressed the bartender who raised his head:
”What’s new today?”
The bartender briefly told her the general story, not saying that anyone was investigating a gentleman named Ernest Boyar.
Sure enough it will have to wait until tomorrow and the day after …… Hugh looked around, withdrew his gaze, and opened his mouth with slight confusion and concern:
”It s been a long time since I saw Sherman, do you know where he went?”
It was a young man who thought he was supposed to be female, one of Hugh’s informants.
The bartender hemmed and hawed:
”Probably ran off with some guy, you know, he’s always happy to have a man as long as he likes him.”
”That’s not something to be discriminated against.” Hugh retorted seriously, inexplicably a little worried.
She threw her hands up and jumped off the high stool, ready to look around the other places Sherman frequented.
……
The Braveheart, Iron Gate Street, Birkeland Bridge area.
Emlyn pressed his bowler hat low and pinched his nose as he made his way through the crowd of mixed odors to find a red-eyed Ian in a card room.
”Mr. Wyatt, what’s up this time?” Ian smiled and guided Emlyn to the unoccupied pool room.
Emlyn removed his hat and muttered:
”A small matter, post a commission for me to the bounty hunters about, tracking a man called Ernest Boyar and figuring out his daily movements, bounty, 100 pounds.”
”100 pounds?” Ian subconsciously asked back.
In terms of tracking and investigating this kind of thing, 100 pounds was really a very exaggerated bounty, knowing that if a bounty hunter could accomplish this task alone, then he could completely rest for a year, even if he had to support his family!
Emlyn nodded and said:
”The target is more dangerous.”
After the previous discussion at the Tarot Club, he had now thought clearly and believed that tracking down Ernest Boyar would definitely be an easy task – that Blood Viscount would definitely pretend not to have noticed and deliberately give a fixed course of action.
Therefore, this 100 pounds is actually a reward for the “trial” Miss risked exposure to join the joint action, of course, in order to mislead and cover up, by the time it will certainly be more than one bounty hunter each completed a part of it, respectively get different amounts of compensation, Emlyn can only guarantee that “trial” Miss get the most money. Miss “Judgement” got the largest share.
”So.” Ian reached out with understanding, “Advance payment, specific address, level of danger, facial features, and even better if there’s a portrait.”
Emlyn then gave thirty pounds in cash and information with a portrait of Ernest Boyar.
”Red eyes?” Ian blurted out as he turned over the paper in his hand.
”Yes.” Emlyn nodded softly, glanced around, and lowered his voice, “One more thing, help me gather clues on the members of the Rose School in Berkland.”
”…… Rose School?” Ian baffled for a moment, confused and rhetorical, seemingly never having heard of the name.