The Faceless Man Chapter 246 – Missing the mark
Although I had always had the urge to pray to the “Fool”, hoping to get rid of the psychological suggestion planted by Father Utravski, I also knew very well that it was quite dangerous to recite the name of someone of unknown origin, and that not all hidden beings would give the bait to the bait first, and lead it slowly, and that in this kind of matter, they were often like sharks in the ocean. smell the smell of blood, will be crazy on the grab ……
As a result, now …… what exactly is Lord Nibais, no, what exactly does the Patriarch want to do?
Emlyn White spoke with a rather absurd sense of humor:
”This will be very, very, very dangerous.”
Inside the black iron cast-like coffin, Nibais Audra responded with a pale voice:
”Yes, normally it is.
”But not all hidden existences are filled with malice; among the K’s, there are equally rule-abiding, trade-loving types, such as, for example, those Seven Pure Lights of the Spirit World.
”Since the Patriarchs have given such a revelation, it means that the danger that the ‘Fools’ may pose will not be too serious, if at all.
”And I’ll always be around to protect you during this process.
”Don’t you want to get rid of the mental suggestion? Have you become a follower of Mother Earth and turned your back on the moon?”
”No, I haven’t!” Emlyn denied sharply.
He was silent for a moment and gritted his teeth:
”I would like a few days to think about it.”
”Alright, no problem, I trust you will make a choice that is in line with the noble status of the Blood Clan.” The voice of Nebais inside the coffin turned soft and smiled in relief.
After sending Emlyn White back to the second floor, Cassimi Audra re-entered the dim and gloomy underground hall and asked, full of puzzlement and doubt:
”Grandfather, how could there be Emlyn White in the revelation given by the Patriarch? He’s just a weak Blood who hasn’t been an adult for long.”
Nibais’s voice came through the thick black iron coffin lid with a few self-imposed buzzing echoes:
”No, there was never an Emlyn White in the revelations given by the Patriarchs.
”K merely showed the coming of Armageddon, showed the encroachment coming from the Red Moon, and mentioned that ‘Fool’ and the corresponding Honorable Name.
”No Blood appeared during this process, and the so-called keyholder was merely something I virtualized in order to convince Emlyn White.
”However, to be able to take a risk for the future of the Blood Race is itself called a key.”
Casimir first drifted off, then had a new question:
”Why did you choose Emlyn White? What’s so special about him?”
Nebais Audra gave a sudden laugh:
”Hasn’t he been clamoring to pray to the ‘Fool’? Isn’t it true that he thinks we don’t take his problems seriously enough to make an enemy of Bishop Utravski, and that he wants to find help in another way?
”I will fulfill his wish this time.”
Cassimy froze, unable to speak for a long time.
Emlyn White stood at the railing of the second floor, looking down on his tireless clansmen, and took a sip of his “wine” with apprehension.
At least until today, I have not heard of anyone who prayed to the “Fool” to obtain a tragic encounter …… Perhaps, as Lord Nebais said, the “Fool” and the seven pure lights of the spirit world are the same, orderly, zealous and passionate. Maybe it’s just as Lord Nebbers said, the Fools are a secretive, orderly, enthusiastic being. …… Wait, what are the Seven Pure Lights of the Spirit World? I’ve never heard of them. They seem to be in the good camp. I don’t know if that would help me …… Anyway, the Fools aren’t necessarily that dangerous, and I have Lord Nebais to watch over me …… Maybe I can actually take this opportunity to get rid of the mental suggestion! …… Emlyn said with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, reassuring herself.
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Monday morning, Chorwood neighborhood, 15 Minsk Street.
Klein crouched in front of the toilet, holding a brush and carefully cleaning the dirt inside.
According to the scheduled plan, after completing all the “visits” on Saturday and Sunday, he decided to take a day off and report the final results to Prince Edzak tomorrow, handing over the task, but during the time when he was supposed to be relaxing, he found that the house was already cluttered and dirty to a certain extent.
Seeing this, Klein remembered something together; the cleaning of his own house was accomplished by temporarily hiring the maid of the landlady next door, twice a week.
And with the Sommer family going on vacation to the city of Sevia in Dixie Bay, one of the maids followed to serve and the other received a year-end reward and returned to the countryside, the 15 Minsk Street where he lived had not been cleaned for a long time.
Klein’s original intention was to put up with it for a couple of days, as he was about to “leave” Berkland anyway, but when he was free, he didn’t dare to go to the Krager Club for entertainment, for fear of angering Prince Edvard Sack, so he could only stay at home, and so, looking at everything he saw, he simply put on his old clothes, and started to do the pre-New Year’s cleaning.
Scrubbing the toilet, washing the bathtub, scrubbing the windows, mopping the floor, wiping the utensils, and syringing the clothes …… Klein was busy from 8:00 until 11:00, and only barely finished the scheduled cleanup.
Of course, he just messed around with it, it wasn’t that detailed.
There are times when a house is too big to rent, and it’s not a good thing …… Klein washed his hands and wiped his face with a towel.
Walking out of the washroom, looking at the clean and tidy living room and dining room, watching the sunlight that pierced through the clouds hit the clear glass windows, showing patches of gold, he somehow felt a sense of accomplishment, and only felt his mood become pleasant because of it.
Reward yourself at noon and go out and find a good restaurant …… Klein returned to the second floor and changed his clothes.
Just as he was flipping through the paper, waiting for a nice lunch hour to arrive, the doorbell suddenly dinged.
”It’s New Year’s and someone else is here to commission a task?” Klein made up his mind to reject the other party as he got up and walked towards the door.
Although he only had 34 pounds of cash left, in order to get rid of the royal family, he had to go to the south as soon as possible for a “vacation”, and could not take another mission.
To his surprise, the visitor was not a stranger, but the old butler of Prince Edzak.
The old butler, dressed in a long, well-tailored tuxedo, saluted without arrogance or disrespect:
”Detective Moriarty, His Royal Highness is waiting for you in the carriage at the street corner and wishes to know the progress of the investigation.”
So eager? It is also good, saving the need to run Red Rose Manor again tomorrow …… Klein quickly reorganized the speech conceived last night within his mind, and responded stoically:
”Okay.”
He was about to remove his hat from the coat rack when a sudden pain shot through his stomach, the kind of pain you get when you want to squat on a toilet.
After enduring it and realizing he couldn’t help it, he apologized and said to the old butler:
”I’m terribly sorry, I’ll go to the lavatory first, my stomach doesn’t feel too good.”
The old butler did not have any unusual expression:
”That’s your freedom.”
After one wave after another but still quite freely resolving the residue remaining in his belly, Klein washed his hands and returned to the foyer.
By this time, he realized that the old butler was no longer there, and waiting outside was the same maid with the naturally curly brown hair.
”His Royal Highness the Prince asked me to give you his apologies, he has something else to do and can’t wait for too long, please go to the Red Rose Manor tomorrow or the afternoon after tomorrow.” That maid curtsied meticulously.
Not even 10 minutes ah, I have been as fast as I can …… usually take the newspaper, I can squat for a while …… Klein smiled:
”No problem.”
Getting a response, the maid who had completed her task instantly removed her burden and laughed lightly:
”Detective Moriarty, you missed with that lady again.”
”Huh?” Klein was slightly bewildered.
The maid lowered her voice:
”That young lady did come with His Royal Highness this time, and it was she who suggested a detour to visit you.”
As a result, I missed it because I had a stomachache? There’s something wrong with this. …… Klein frowned slightly.
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Inside a room with a thick and soft carpet.
The quill being held stopped writing.
The notes spread out underneath it had lines and lines of words with quite a few scribbles:
(Smear)
”The target attempted to break free of the hold, but unfortunately, Detective Sherlock Moriarty left before she could get downstairs.”
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”The target influenced the maids around her, but was dealt with by Prince Edzak’s butler, Finkel, who stumbled upon the problem.”
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(Smear)
”The target once again goes off track to attend Talim’s funeral in Prince Edesak’s place, however, quickly returning to her normal state, she finds herself unable to recognize who Sherlock Moriarty is and is left to miss out pathetically.”
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”Sherlock Moriarty traveled to Red Rose Manor to investigate, but picked the wrong time to do so, as the target happened to go horseback riding on the golf course.”
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(Smear)
”Once again, the target beat the arrangement and goaded Prince Edzak into visiting Detective Sherlock Moriarty, who unfortunately happened to have a stomach ache and spent seven minutes and 45 seconds in the lavatory while the prince couldn’t wait.”
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The middle-aged man with features like a carving, but blind in one eye, put down his quill and looked at the woman to his side:
”What exactly did you guys put in her? Breaking through the restriction over and over again will create a big problem.”
The woman let out a low laugh and said:
”It’s just an accident, don’t worry too much, there won’t be any problems.”
As she spoke, she pulled up her hair, revealing her fair and slender neck.
Then, with slow movements, she applied various things on her face, becoming more and more bright and colorful.
As he watched her put on her clothes and accessories with a stretched posture, the middle-aged man with dark blonde hair frowned slightly and said:
”Where are you going?”
The woman did not answer directly and said with a smile:
”Be careful with the quill in your hand, last time you almost swapped bodies with someone.”
”No need for you to remind me.” The middle-aged man with deep blue near-black eyes said with a stern face.
The woman tightened her belt to make herself slimmer and slimmer, then stretched her waist in a very small range and covered her mouth with a yawn:
”I’m going to pay a visit to Mr. A of the Aurora Club.
”I hope he’s as crazy as the rumors say.”
As she spoke, the expression of the middle-aged man who was blind in one eye suddenly sank as the ordinary feather pen wrote by itself, as if an invisible hand was holding it.