In the suburb of Green Forest, inside Santa Maria Nursing Home.
There is a parasol on the edge of the calm lake.
Nicholas Inam was lying on a soft chair, looking at the scenery not far away. If he had another cigarette and cigar in his hand, he would be filled with a certain decadent temperament after passion.
Although he has 'recovered' long ago, he still needs to be observed in a nursing home for a period of time as recommended by the Bureau of Investigation.
Nicholas accepted this. He looked at the mirror-like lake, picked up a cup of South Indonesian black tea from the tea table next to him, and took a sip.
"Priest Inam!"
At this moment, a middle-aged man with blond hair, blue eyes, tall and thin body and a strong religious temperament came over.
He wears a priest's robe, with a holy emblem with a triple structure of sun, moon and star on his chest.
"I am Lesnor Hamm from Pulmouth, you can call me Lesnor, the Pope's Clerk!"
"Hello, Resnor."
Nicholas stood up and his expression became solemn: "What are the instructions from His Holiness?"
Resno's expression also became serious, and he solemnly said: "I brought the appointment document. You have been appointed as the acting bishop of this diocese. The faith in this area has been severely impacted. You must rebuild the people's trust in the Holy Spirit.
,well, there is also a church!”
"Green Forest Cathedral?" Nicholas frowned. Looking back on it now, he still has some bad memories.
"No, it's the Cathedral of St. Avalon!"
Resno replied with a smile.
"And... where is Roberts?" Nicholas asked the question he was most concerned about. Now that he has been appointed, he may be able to go out.
At the same time, he felt a little strange.
After all, according to the usual methods of the Investigation Bureau, even if they think there is nothing wrong with him, they will erase his memory.
But none of this happened!
This may be because those scavengers can only clear short-term memory, or perhaps they are under pressure from senior management.
"Since you have seen Roberts' true form, I don't have to hide it from you. Yes, there is a hidden world outside the real world. Those who possess supernatural powers are called 'Extraordinary People'.
Here is the relevant information, take a look..."
Resno smiled and handed a document to Nicholas, which contained some common knowledge about the mysterious world, focusing on the existence of the Bureau of Investigation.
Nicholas flipped through the pages quickly, with a look of shock on his face: "So that's it... According to the regulations of the Investigation Bureau, will my memory be erased when I am discharged from the hospital?"
"No! Because you are the acting bishop, and with the Pope's guarantee, you barely have the right to know."
Resno smiled and said: "Those big nobles, those members of parliament, including the royal family of course, and those who must have access to secrets, they only need to abide by the confidentiality agreement and do not need to have their memories erased... In addition, the Bureau of Investigation's methods are somewhat...
Hmm... rough, performing mental surgery is very likely to leave sequelae..."
He was hinting that this appointment by His Majesty the Pope represented a great gift to Nicholas.
"Thank you to the Holy Spirit for your blessing, and thank you to Your Majesty the Pope!"
Nicholas immediately bowed.
He felt that this scribe was very unusual. He should have a position in the mysterious world, and he was very likely to be an extraordinary person!
When the other party mentioned the Bureau of Investigation, the sense of casualness was not fake.
"Also...as for Roberts' possible revenge, you don't have to worry, he is already dead." Resno continued.
"Dead?"
Nicholas did not hide his shock: "What happened?"
"Yesterday, the Investigation Bureau received intelligence, confirmed Roberts' location, and conducted a raid, but it was unsuccessful... It has been confirmed that he is connected to the Bone Society, but Roberts and the Bone Society's president, Speight, are not
Escaped from the encirclement..."
Resno's smile seemed a little sarcastic: "Then, the pursuers found Roberts' melted remains in a small alley and confirmed that the fallen archbishop was dead... The murderer is unknown! But it must be an inhuman being! Okay.
Now, you don’t need to know so much. Just prepare and you can be discharged. We still have a lot of things to do.”
Nicholas returned to his room a little confused, opened the box, and prepared to pack his clothes.
At this time, he saw the dappled sunlight falling, forming a line of writing in front of him.
[Investigating the truth behind Roberts’ death!]
When he saw it clearly, the writing quickly dissipated and returned to tiny specks of light.
This is the mission from the Sunset School, the force behind him!
Nicholas took a deep breath, stuffed the last personal belongings into the box, and walked out of the room.
…
Golden Rose Street, No. 33.
"Oh, Aaron, you must not know the truth about the waterworks!"
In the study, Bruce Field, who came to visit, waited until Sylvia went out and said impatiently.
He looked at the closed door and lowered his voice: "My teacher said that Roberts may have been shot!"
'Then did your teacher tell you that you need to keep a low profile now?'
Aaron rubbed his temples and his expression gradually became solemn: "The strength of the Investigation Bureau is really amazing... However, now that Roberts has been sanctioned, the high pressure of the Investigation Bureau will soon disappear...perhaps, it will be restored soon.
It’s the same as before.”
"Great, I have been lacking materials for studying mysticism, and I can't find a place to purchase them..."
Bruce said excitedly, and soon his expression became a little expectant: "You said... Regarding Roberts, will it form the so-called 'Secret History Mark'? If possible... I would like to try it."
'Half of a chance, but do you want to be covered in worms?'
Aaron complained in his heart and sent Bruce away.
Immediately, he sat behind the desk and opened the drawer.
A drawer full of precious materials, each blooming with brilliant brilliance.
"Well... keep Roberts' legacy for now, and wait until I become the 'caster' before trying to forge it... Three Si Sui power pollutants are a pretty good trump card..."
"In addition, the remnants of the 'Beast', some spiritual materials of 'Yao', and various bullets... are quite useful."
"Extraordinary people are valuable regardless of life or death, although this is a bit uncomfortable..."
Aaron recalled Roberts' words. At that time, he was close to madness and was contaminated by the power of Si Sui, but he might also touch some truth because of it!
"A low-level Extraordinary is a pig raised by a high-level Extraordinary of the same path? Regardless of whether the ritual lacks materials or lacks spirituality, they can kill one and eat its meat?"
"Well, those low-level Extraordinaries are more proactive than pigs. They will look for materials on their own to be promoted and stack their spirituality more abundantly..."
"And at the top of all the extraordinary ones are the twelve Si Sui and all of you secret existences..."
"With this mysterious system, if there is no backer and trump card, I'm afraid it will end badly. It will be a dead end... It's just a matter of time."
Aaron understood this deeply, but was not alarmed.
'Because I am not a pig being raised, not even a successor, but a hidden director who has never shown up. No! Chairman! Does the chairman understand? I am the only one who harvests others, and no one else harvests my share!'