The blood moon hung in the middle of the sky, illuminating the two waves of people chasing and escaping below.
During the conversation, Yager and the others had gradually approached the dock union tavern. In the distance, several people in the alley could hear the noisy party there.
"Are these departments stationed around St. Samuel's Cathedral?" Hearing Klein's description of the Church of the Night, Yager frowned, "It's not easy to handle."
"Yes, Backlund's cathedral is the hub of the Church of Night in the Loen Kingdom and is very safe." Klein pretended not to hear Yager's dangerous remarks.
"manage"
The villain in his heart covered his face in despair.
He was not interested in the entanglement between this demigod and the Church of the Night. He just asked that he not be squeezed into becoming an information provider. He also didn't want to wake up one morning and be surrounded by the red gloves of his old employer.
But then again, the bishop's state is also very strange.
While following Yager, who seemed to be deep in thought, as he walked through the alleys of the East District, Klein secretly looked at him.
Generally speaking, a strong person who has reached the demigod level has an extraordinary understanding of the mysteries, let alone the division of extraordinary forces, but now even he and Miss Justice have more common sense than the bishop.
Is there something wrong with the bishop?
For example...like Mr. Azik.
Klein immediately thought of his thigh, Azik, who could instantly kill Zygrinth. With the same quick kill and the same lack of common sense, the bishop might also have lost his memory.
Backlund is the city of amnesia.
Thinking of this, Xiao Ke added the expression of Maomao being speechless in his heart.
Beside him, Yager, who had recovered from his thoughts, then asked: "Do you know what sequences the Church of the Night has?"
"The main thing is the sequence where the Sleepless One is. This is the complete path mastered by the Church of the Night. I only know the names from sequence nine to sequence seven. The rest require senior positions within the church to obtain them."
Unable to resist the temptation of the demigod helper, Klein still told all the information duplicitously.
"Others include diviners, secret peepers, etc. Other churches in Backlund may also have them."
"The main abilities of the Sleepless Path revolve around dreams, and most of them don't require sleep... What's wrong with you?!"
Klein saw the bishop who was listening to him attentively suddenly cover his head in pain.
Dreamland.
Yager was instinctively familiar with the word.
Emotions welled up from the bottom of my heart, seeming to be filled with warmth, relief, and...craziness.
His temple felt like pinprick pain for a moment, but then returned to normal without any trace.
The messy steps caused by pain stepped on the puddles on the roadside, and the dirty water splashed left a mark on Yager's windbreaker, dripping down the cuffs and onto his hands.
The cold touch diverted the black-haired young man's attention from the picture in his mind back to reality.
Klein was half-supporting him in astonishment.
"I'm fine, thank you." After a brief absence, Yager stood up straight again, "The headache is an old injury."
Your expression is not very convincing.
Klein nodded outwardly, but inwardly focused on the speculation about the amnesiac demigod.
During the conversation between the two, the road leaving the East District had come to an end, and they returned to the port behind the dock union.
Seeing Yager slowly walking over, Williams waved: "The way to the church is from that way, so I'll go back first."
He pointed to the dark street to the right.
"Goodbye." Yager nodded to him, still rubbing his uncomfortable temple with his right hand, "Also, please don't mention my investigation to other people. You know, some big shots don't want to see it."
Thinking of the extraordinary people around him, he didn't even bother to lower his voice.
Of course, others did not dare to ask, and each looked at the sky, as if they had become deaf in an instant.
"No problem." Williams agreed as he retreated, and couldn't wait to turn around and disappear into the back of the building.
Tonight was still too thrilling for an ordinary person like him.
The alley gradually became quiet, leaving Ian, Klein, and the invisible Miss Sharon and Yager looking at each other.
Yager looked at the others: "Are we going to separate here?"
"no problem."
"Can."
"By the way," thinking of the agreement he just made, he turned to Klein, "Your information is very valuable, but whether it can be used to solve this trouble will have to be dealt with later. If there are additional parts...
..”
"I'll make up the extra money in gold pounds, okay?"
Yager nodded with satisfaction: "Okay."
"Please don't mention my existence to MI9. Goodbye."
Because Klein is the Fool's Favorite, he is relatively confident that these people will not reveal his identity. This is actually because Yager has no idea about his own level. As long as he knows what the wild demigod means to Backlund.
No matter what, he would never let a few people go so easily.
In the chaotic and dilapidated narrow alleys of the East District, several people said goodbye to each other. The thin figures of the big boy and the detective gradually disappeared at the corner of the street in the distance. There was the edge of the East District. After leaving, they only had to cross two streets.
, which is the Holy Wind Church of the Church of Storms.
With church personnel on duty, they will be safe.
Good, now he can see where those pursuers have gone.
Yager withdrew his gaze and prepared to complete this agreement. Currently, he has prepared two solutions to Klein's trouble. One is to assassinate Ambassador Intis and then dispose of the body.
Second, send the Zimanga party to hell, and then dispose of everyone's bodies.
After all, Rosago obviously has a tendency to silence people, and while he was far away in the office, he heard about the numerous crimes committed by the Zmang Party in the East District.
The paralegal felt that the death penalty was not unjust.
The two options are similar in approach, but one of them will cost a lot more.
I hope Ambassador Intis can choose the second one wisely.
He turned on his spiritual vision and looked for another extraordinary person in his field of vision who was about the same strength as the female ghost lady.
Huh? Not in the East District anymore?
Yager unexpectedly discovered that the dock behind him was only boundless gray.
He turned around and counted the overlapping light spots in the direction of the church.
one two three.
over there.
...
After separating from the oppressive Mr. Bishop, Ian quickly said goodbye to Klein.
"As you know, I am a spy. After this mission fails, I need to disappear for a while before reappearing, otherwise I may be thrown into prison." The big boy touched the freckles on his face embarrassedly and explained to Klein,
"I may not be able to go to church with you."
"I sincerely apologize to you, Detective Moriarty. I'm sorry for getting you involved in this matter. You don't need to help me at all."
"It doesn't matter, it's my own problem. I made a lot of mistakes and ended up in the current situation." Klein smiled.
After hearing the whole story before, he found that his biggest problem with this commission was that he did not pretend, so he waded into the muddy waters blindly and accepted a commission that was obviously not right. Only then did Ambassador Intis come to his door.
He could only run for his life in embarrassment.
He needs to consider changing his appearance and style so that he can more safely avoid the Church of the Night discovering that he has returned from the dead.
There are also occult disguises that have to be put on the agenda.
Klein thought of Mr. Bishop, who mentioned his relationship with the Tarot Society during their meeting today.
"By the way, I didn't actually take the manuscript with me. It's still in the safe house, so you don't have to worry about MI9."
"I wish you all the best, goodbye." The big boy waved his beret at him and ran to the other side of the street.
"You too." Klein smiled and watched him disappear into the crimson moonlight.
The eighteen-year-old boy who was oppressed by the diplomacy between the two countries finally had the opportunity to show a little childish expression, which was good. He was also very... happy... wait... what's going on...
..
"It's a wonderful future, don't you think so?" A cold voice came from behind the carriage carriage on his right.
"Hello, my name is Rosago."
This chapter has been completed!