107

In a room under the ground of St. Samuel Church, in a black hooded robe, blue eyeshadow and blush, Daley, who showed a strange and cold beauty, found a seat casually and sat down, picked up the documents on the table. She glanced at her, her eyes suddenly solidified, and then frowned, and asked with some depression:

"Lanerus? Why don't I know about this?"

"Why didn't I notify last night's action?"

Cresty Sesimma, who sat in the main seat and hid her chin and lips in her vertical collar, spoke in a low voice:

"I'm worried that you can't control your emotions, which will bring unnecessary hidden dangers to your actions, so I didn't tell you."

"I understand your feelings very well. Tingen's team has a night watchman in the church for guidance and training, ready to join the 'Red Gloves'. His performance is similar to yours, but as the person in charge of the action and as a senior deacon of the night watchman, I must exclude the unstable factors."

Daly looked at the captains and deacons of the other Night-Standard Team who were called, and shouted: "Why do you think I can't control my emotions? I'm very calm, I won't be impulsive!"

"My anger will only explode after Ranrus is caught! This is the professionalism of a veteran night watchman, a deacon!"

"If I catch Ranrus, I will let him know that men are also fragile! I will let a cold rotten but stiff body behind his butt, and I will let the bones full of barbs and stench in front of him, and I will let those cold little guys go in and out of every place he can go!"

"Damn it! You guys let him die like that!"

Crestai Cecima looked at Daly calmly, listened silently to her words, and then sighed, "How long have you been patient?"

Dailey was stunned for a moment, and suddenly whispered like a deflated ball:

“It’s been a long time…”

108

"Teacher, I have something to report to you when I come back this time." Richard spoke indomitablely, and saw the owl turn his head back, and reluctantly opened one eye and looked at Him. He hurriedly continued, "It's about the Rose School of the Southern Continent, and me, no, your inheritance."

The owl is silent, or it is even more scary if the bird suddenly starts to speak. Alia is extremely nervous. Her understanding of the "extraordinary world" is limited to some rumors. She is highly expected by the people of the Works House, and she learned to read and write, and even successfully entered university. She will have the opportunity to cross her own class, from an orphan in the slum to become a female teacher and a housekeeper, she is a believer of the Goddess of the Night, and can even become a government employee in a specific profession in the future. Therefore, everyone hopes that she can have a normal and beautiful life and will not give her the opportunity to join the organization behind the Works House, the mysterious sect where she doesn't even know her name.

But she always had this wish in her heart to gain powerful power in the true sense, and like the dean’s wife, to protect more people.

Richard's inspiration was slightly touched, and the owl was finally willing to look at him for a few seconds, then flapped his wings and quietly escaped into darkness.

The Angel of Temperance breathed a sigh of relief: "He agreed." Richard turned his head and smiled again on his face, "Alia, go, go to Jowood District, have you seen it? It's the city where the spire of the Storm Church is towering. We have a place to go tonight. If you are motivated to become a housekeeper in the future, you can start to get familiar with the noble houses from now on."

“…How did you reach a consensus with an owl?”

"If he doesn't want to pay attention to me, he will throw me out." Richard explained casually, then took Alia to walk under the dim gas street lights. They quickly walked through the streets and finally stopped in front of the single-family villa that Richard was very familiar with, with the small garden.

As they approached, the iron gate opened silently. Alia was startled and hid behind Richard a little.

Richard walked in front and walked up the steps calmly. Before He could knock on the door, a crack opened the black door, and a warm yellow light came out from it. The light seemed to have a little magic. Alia, who was originally a little scared, quietly became relaxed, no longer as vigilant as before, and even wanted to walk in and visit this kind gentleman-

Her shoulders were shaken for a moment, and Alia suddenly woke up, saw Mr. Ernst's serious expression, and then saw that she had walked in front of him at some point, with her hand on the door handle.

She felt fear afterwards.

Richard took her into the house naturally, and Alia stood very restrainedly in this wide entrance hall - this place was larger than the classroom in the workhouse. When she first entered the door, she didn't feel that her eyes were blinded when the crystal chandelier in the hall was turned on.

Hand-woven, shiny tapestries with gems, gilded or silver-plated wallpapers, gold-plated silver threads, crystals, gem inlays and mosaics everywhere, countless gorgeous items that cannot be named... Alia was frightened and felt that she had arrived in a remarkable place, and she sold herself to a human trafficker and didn't know if she could afford a chair here.

"You brought the guests again."

A strange voice came, with strange magic, which made people look in the direction of the sound unconsciously. Alia noticed a person sitting on the sofa with her back facing her, and her tone could not hear joy or anger.

"The third room from the second floor from left is the guest room. The guest room is now open to you and you can use all the facilities inside." The owner of the house said to her, "Go and rest, don't let me see you."

Alia looked at Richard, who added: "Go to bed immediately after you go, don't listen and watch randomly because of curiosity, and don't touch things randomly."

"This is what I give you." Richard smiled, "Good night, Aliya, have a good night's sleep, see you tomorrow."

109

Watching Alia run up the stairs carefully and disappear at the end of the stairs, Richard finally breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly adjusted his state, walked to the opposite side of the sofa without changing his face, and sat down opposite Edward.

Edward put down the newspaper: "Start your report."

"Yes." Richard glanced at the Beckland Daily, which was put aside, and organized the language for a few seconds. "The Rose School in the Southern Continent has had strange trends recently. Their sacrifices are more frequent than before, and there are many signs that they seem to be working with the Blood Worship Church. I suspect they are planning major events, but they have no clue yet."

"Um."

"The second thing is the disappearance of a large number of Aboriginal people in the South Mainland. According to the report of the person in charge of Beckland, trafficking in the East District also occurred. The female workers who were unemployed due to the introduction of machines strangely disappeared. It is said that they found a job, but she has not arranged it yet."

"Well." Edward was very happy, "I also know this because someone wanted to become the new black emperor."

"Black Emperor?" Richard was slightly stunned. He had experienced the arrival and fall of the Black Emperor, and soon figured out the joints. His expression suddenly changed. "So that... the new bill that was urgently issued, the various new styles and house styles that have emerged in the past twenty years, the Kingdom of Ruon has obtained the crown of Emperor Bailang... Are the missing people abducted to be the anchors of the future Black Emperor? No, no, there are too few people like this. Are they arrested to build the tomb?"

"Um."

"The Seven Gods... With the lessons of Emperor Rosel's previous car, it is impossible for the Seven Gods to see. Are the Seven Gods ready to support an obedient black emperor?"

To be fair, it is not very meaningful to the people who sit on the throne. Anyway, as long as you are an ordinary person in this era, you will not live easily and happily. However, changes in the throne often mean social turmoil and disputes. If the emperor dies, war will undoubtedly bring greater disasters. The Angel of Temperance has no disgust towards George III, and even has a slightly higher favorable impression of the employee examination bill, and the Seven Gods seem to have acquiesced to this matter. To sum up, He does not seem to be a target to be an enemy of him.

But the abducted people can't just let it go. I can investigate the location of the mausoleum in private and find a way to get the person back. Richard tentatively said: "There is only one black emperor, so Emperor Rossel..."

"It's no difference to me who the Black Emperor is." Edward took a sip of tea, "It's enough that they die a little more spectacular."

"I'm looking forward to his death in what way, provided that George III has the ability to become the Black Emperor."

Richard regretted for a few seconds, but this emotion soon disappeared from His heart, and He sat upright and prepared to meet the criticism.

"It seems you're ready." Angel of the Abyss sneered, "Are you going to find Sera this year?"

"No...no." Richard calmly, "but I have been troubled by the Rose School many times, robbed many slaves and live sacrifices, and escaped from Sera's hands, and successfully collected the extraordinary characteristics of the indulgence school through fishing law enforcement, which can cultivate new people."

“Have you found the last prisoner pathway sequence one feature?”

"No, either." Richard could still insist, "but I was lucky enough to find another surviving angel of the Temperor! Of course, that one could no longer be said to be surviving, dead and became a spiritual creature. He could occasionally receive information from the real world, thinking that I was no longer a companion after I converted, and I was a cultist, so I didn't like me. I was unwilling to cooperate with me to further expand the scale of the Temperor."

"What's the use of having one more angel? Can you get promoted to Sequence 1 by eating two servings? It's almost two hundred years since your ceremony has not been completed yet!"

“Okay OK.”

“So is your organization’s revenue positive this year?”

"Yes... Is it a minus of 1,720 pounds and 5, sul three pence." Richard began to sweat on his forehead. "I have issued new rectification regulations internally, saving funds in everything from simple savings, and investing in emerging banks and steel industries with my own money. It is expected to start making profits in ten years, but now it is still short of money. Of course, if you are willing to give me some activity funds, it doesn't need to be much. Maybe this coffee table is enough. We can go and find more trouble for the Rose School next year..."

"Seah is lively and the Rose School is booming. You are driven away by Seah and the Seven Gods. You take time to send a little girl to university to report. Do you still dare to ask me for money?" Edward laughed furiously, with signs of a crack on his head. "Do I need me to tell you what your job is? Are you here today to ask me to arrange your death date for you?"

"I'm wrong..."

"But the activity funding is not impossible," Edward suddenly changed his mind, "I can give you ten thousand pounds. You don't have to find trouble for the end of the year in the remaining months of this year."

Richard suddenly felt a bell in his heart, but his body leaned forward honestly and made movements that he wanted to hear the details.

"Go and help me collect Rossell's diary, especially those that are forbidden by the church. It's time to use your connections." Edward said calmly, and Richard noticed that He had an old polished notebook in his hand. "And, help me find traces of the abyss. I have a premonition that someone is going to cause trouble for me, and I don't know who it is."

Looking for the diary of Emperor Rossel? It seems that although you don’t say it, you still want to save His Majesty Rossel... As for the abyss, your way can more accurately perceive the junction with reality. Why do you want me to go? Richard said tactfully: "I will do my best to diary, but let me find the abyss, the result may be unsatisfactory. Why do you..."

"I'm too lazy to go."

"Oh." The Angel of Temperance had to be obedient, "I heard that somewhere on the sea I happened to see the demons and the survivors of the abyss. Before the New Year, I did plan to go to the sea to see the development of Byyam."

"You decide for yourself." said the devil, "If you don't do it well, you won't have money."

"I must do my best." Richard immediately changed his words.

After a few seconds of quiet, Edward thought for a moment, and went out of the ordinary and took the initiative to talk: "The little girl you brought is very interesting."

"I hope to hear the details."

"She has the possibility of becoming an extraordinary person." Edward looked out the window, "but she would not gain divinity, and she would die."

Richard was very calm: "Man will always die, and I can't stop her from going on extraordinary paths, but I will be glad she can die as a human."

"It's strange that she also has intersections with Trainer."

Richard's face changed slightly. Richard was restless and Richard began to think.

"I have long felt that Mr. Trainer's style of conduct is too open. I can't agree with the immoral and immoralist style of changing a partner a month." Richard was very serious, "I hope you can allow me to give him some small irrelevant advice!"

"She is a college student and it is impossible to go to Trier in the short term." Edward said to himself, his tone was a little confused, "So why did Trainer come to Beckland? Who asked him to come?"

"Is it a war? Because the Black Emperor? Interesting..."

TBC

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Chapter completed!