Audrey, who thought she knew the truth, couldnât help but imagine the scene described by Viscount Glaint.
Lanevus lying in the mud in the darkness, covered with rows and rows of tarot cards. Thereâs The Fool, Justice, The Hanged Man, The Sun, The World, and the other Major Arcana cards and numerous numbered cards. They would either be overturned or facing right up, and there would be some left unturned, exposing only their backs, as if they were all part of a large-scale, eerie tarot divination.
This kind of scene must be very shocking!
I wonder where the card for Justice landedâŚ
How would the Beyonders of MI9 and the Church view this matter? Would they believe that a new secret organization has appeared?
By possessing the godhood of the True Creator, the ploy between Lanevus and the Aurora Order must definitely be significant. It definitely wouldâve brought a terrible disaster to Backlund and the kingdom. Yet, this ploy was so easily foiled because of a simple mission Mr. Fool had issued!
This is a tussle at the level of deities?
Mr. Fool and the True Creator are considered archenemies?
Itâs no wonder He calls the other party the Fallen CreatorâŚ
Many thoughts flashed through Audreyâs mind as her body trembled faintly and imperceptibly.
âWhat are you thinking about?â Viscount Glaint, who was sitting opposite, finally couldnât hold it in any further as he asked in puzzlement.
Audrey abruptly snapped out of her reverie. Slightly cocking her head, she smiled and said, âDidnât you tell me to imagine the scene of the corpse being covered with tarot cards?â
âHaha.â Glaint awkwardly smiled and sighed. âI wonder which secret organizationâs member killed Lanevus. It really matches how I imagined such things to be like. Itâs soâso cool!â
Itâs our Tarot Club! Audrey answered silently as she smiled. âPerhaps thereâs no organization, but the independent act of a powerful Beyonder?â
âRegardless, I like this style! Urge Xio and Fors and ask them when they can find my Apothecary formula,â Glaint said in excitement.
Audrey widened her eyes slightly. Looking around her, she lowered her voice and said, âHush, keep it down.
âHow can you talk about potions here?â
Glaint gave an indifferent smile. âDonât worry. itâs nothing. I had already confirmed that other than you and me, thereâs only a dog.â
The huge golden retriever, Susie, unconsciously shifted her position.
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North Borough in Backlund. Inside a room beneath the Saint Samuel Cathedral.
Daly, who was wearing a black hooded robe and make-up with blue eyeshadow and red blush, gave off a charming yet cold feeling. She randomly found a seat and picked up the document on the table.
She swept through it before her gaze suddenly froze. Her brows immediately furrowed, and she suppressed something as she asked, âLanevus?
âWhy wasnât I informed of this matter?
âWhy didnât you inform me about the operation last night?â
Sitting at the seat of honor, Crestet Cesimir, who had hidden his chin and lips back into his propped up collar, said deeply, âI was afraid that you wouldnât be able to control your emotions. That wouldâve brought unnecessary danger to the operation, so I didnât get anyone to inform you.
âI can understand how you feel. A Nighthawk from the Tingen squad is currently undergoing guidance and training at the Holy Cathedral. He plans on joining the Red Gloves, and his performance is about equal to yours. But as the person in charge of the operation, and as a high-ranking deacon of the Nighthawks, I had to eliminate all unstable elements.â
Daly looked at the other Nighthawk Squad Captains and deacons, and she sneered.
âWhy do you think I wonât be able to control my own emotions? Iâm very calm and I wonât act rashly!
âMy anger will only erupt after Lanevus is caught! This is the professional bearing of a veteran Nighthawk and a deacon!
âIf I had caught Lanevus, I would let him know that men can be weak too! I would make sure that a cold, rotten, yet stiff corpse would be situated behind his buttocks. I would make sure that a pungent white bone filled with thorns would be situated in front of him. Iâd make it so that those cold little fellows enter and leave his body wherever they can!
âDamn it! You actually managed to let him die just like that!â
Crestet Cesimir looked at Daly calmly and sighed after silently listening to her until she was done.
âHow long have you been putting up with it?â
Daly froze, then muttered in frustration, like a deflated ball, âFor a very long timeâŚâ
Cesimir retracted his gaze and cast them towards the other deacons and captains.
âGot anything?â
âFrom our preliminary investigations, the person who killed Lanevus is a member of the Secret Order, a Sequence 8 of the potion name, Clown. Heâs adept at using paper cards as flying knives.â A deacon reported based on the findings. âHowever, we are unable to confirm this guess. The tarot cards scattered across the corpse donât seem like they were concealing something. After all, the Beyonder didnât deal with the cards on the wall and in Lanevusâs head. We all believe the final scene was more of a ritual or a symbolism. Therefore, we suspect that the Beyonder might belong to an organization we donât understand. Of course, the scene might also just be a personal preference of his.â
Cesimir nodded slightly and said, âWe can start from that point and proceed with a follow-up investigation.
âAiur, any updates on the person who tipped us off?â
The charming middle-aged man, Aiur Harson, flipped the papers in his hand and said, âWe investigated the person and discovered that his actions were directed by a bounty hunter.
âIn the process of looking for the wanted criminal, Lanevus, the balamâs companion was killed by a member of the Aurora Order. In order to exact revenge, she secretly carried out an investigation and eventually locked onto the target at the Workers Alliance Tavern in East Balam Dock. Based on the targetâs actions and lifestyle, she discovered Lanevus.
âHer actions have basically been verified by witnesses. There isnât anything strange about it. We also used Beyonder means to confirm that she has no connection with the person who killed Lanevus.
âSheâs in hiding now, and itâs very hard to find her.â
Cesimir added while seemingly in thought, âThis fits very well with Lanevusâs description, that the radical and insane members of the Aurora Order were helping him out.
âIs there any problem with the reporter who did the interview at the union that afternoon?â
Another captain of the Nighthawks reported, âHe was a fake reporter, and according to news from the police department, heâs actually a private detective who had previously helped Mike Joseph of the Daily Observer. Joseph was investigating the murder of Siber. We suspect that he got some kind of lead, found the Dock Union and disguised himself to get in touch with everyone who was suspected of being the killer.
âThis guess has already been confirmed by Isengard Stanton.â
Cesimir acknowledged it before switching to ask about other people who had recently come into contact with Lanevus, but similarly got answers that there was nothing wrong with them.
Towards the end, he said after some deliberation, âIâm very confused by the lack of motive for the murder of Lanevus. That mysterious murderer deserves our attention. You should continue to follow up on this matter.
âIn addition, according to common sense, the Aurora Order definitely wouldnât only have Beyonders at the Rose Bishop and Shadow Ascetic level in a big city like Backlund. There should at least be an Oracle, or perhaps even a Saint.
âTheir ploy of receiving the True Creatorâs descent has failed. With their crazy and irrational traits, Iâm worried that theyâll launch a series of retaliatory acts. All of you are to be on high alert in the near future. Iâll also be staying in Backlund.â
âYes, Your Grace,â the deacons and captains replied solemnly.
Crestet Cesimir paused for a few seconds before adding, âThe events of the Megose incident in Tingen and last nightâs incident with Lanevus have revealed a problem. The industrial area, the dock area, and East Borough have become hotbeds for the descent and nurturing of evil gods. You are to send people to investigate and gather the truth about the situation.
âIf it truly is as Lanevus had described, Iâll raise this matter at the Council of Cardinals, formally exerting pressure on the kingdom and the government to bring about the corresponding changes as soon as possible.â
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Klein slept in and didnât wake up until it was late. However, it still wasnât bright enough outside. The area was still shrouded in fog, making it dark and cold.
This doesnât fit with my splendid mood⌠He grumbled. After changing his clothes and taking his key, he returned to Minsk Street unnoticed.
After changing from his workerâs uniform to casual home attireâa shirt and sweaterâand after confirming that no one came investigating his identity as a private detective, he was completely at ease. He leisurely went out to the butcher and grocery store to buy food in preparation for a sumptuous lunch for himself.
There was some afternoon sun in Backlund, and Klein lazily basked in its worth, momentarily having no desire to do anything.
He waited until fifteen minutes to three, then he took out his golden pocket watch for a glance before returning to the bedroom and going above the gray fog.
After conjuring the fake World and familiarizing himself with its controls, he sat down on the high back chair at one end of the table and gave a message to The Sun that he was to prepare for his participation in the gathering.
At precisely three, according to Backlund time, streaks of crimson light soared out of the vast and ancient palace, outlining blurry figures which were equally indistinct.
Audrey directly looked towards the seat of honor and said cheerfully, âGood afternoon, Mr. Fool.
âThe âsimpleâ mission you entrusted has been completed.â
She had deliberately emphasized the word 'simpleâ in order to ascertain from Mr. Fool whether Lanevus had really been eliminated by his adorer. She wanted to know if the tarot card-covered death scene was a symbol of the Tarot Club.
Klein deliberately acted composed as he said with a smile, âIâm already aware.â
After saying that, he sighed.
âIn such an age, in such a place like Backlund, in such a place in the East Borough, the dock area, and the factory district, theyâre the hotbeds for an evil godâs descent.â
What? Alger was stunned for a moment, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.
Why would a simple mission involve hotbeds for an evil godâs descent?