In Queens, a short figure and a relatively tall figure hurriedly passed through the deserted streets and walked towards an ordinary bungalow.
The two ladies were disguised to some extent. One wore a large lace sun hat, and the other had her short blond hair tucked into a brown braided hat. From a distance, they looked like a girl who was still in grammar school.
The heroic young man in.
After the party, Xio and Forsi quickly contacted Mr. A through the agreed channels, and finally received a notice to meet at the house where the last party was held at almost six o'clock in the afternoon.
The two of them, each wearing a certain disguise, looked at each other and knocked on the closed door.
The reason why they dared to directly contact Mr. A, who was confirmed to be a member of the Aurora Society, was because he was also a subordinate of Mr. Fool in a sense. On the other hand, the two of them had almost no performance in today's Tarot meeting.
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The long life of wild Beyonders has firmly imprinted some common sense in their minds.
If you cannot make a certain contribution to a party, then sooner or later you will be eliminated from the party.
Since you can't participate in high-level design discussions, then do things that are inconvenient for others!
This is the consensus of both of them.
Soon, Mr. A's subordinates opened the door and took them to the party room.
At this time, Mr. A did not cover his face with his robe as before, but casually put his robe on his body and stood in front of the seat, his beautiful face extremely calm.
This...Xio and Forsi, who were standing at the door of the room, stopped at the same time. Although they recognized Mr. A's unique sense of oppression in the indistinguishable man in front of them, their minds did not want to
Believe it or not, this is actually Mr. A who is usually the one who "encourages female extraordinarys to exchange their bodies for magic potions".
If it's using the body in this way, it's probably impossible to tell who made the profit... As a senior writer, Forsi, who has a relatively quick mind, reacted first and couldn't help but make some comparisons.
Offensive thoughts.
She bumped her friend's forearm, and then Xio, who had been in a daze, came to his senses, walked into the room, and said quickly:
"We have a request for you."
She imitated those bounty hunters in the East District, winked her left eye stiffly, and "hinted":
"We found you under the guidance of a mysterious being."
But this sentence didn't seem to have any effect. Instead, Mr. A's calm and beautiful face showed a slight fluctuation.
He waved his hand and signaled the waiters around him to leave.
Under the anxious gazes of Xio and Foer, this notorious and powerful Beyonder slowly crossed his hands in front of his chest and performed a very standard elf salute.
"Praise for the beautiful but lost history."
His voice was low, unlike the man whose beautiful face was extremely pious.
After two seconds of silence, Mr. A opened his eyes, sat down behind him, and pointed with his right hand.
"You can sit there."
He looked at Forsi and Xio, whose expressions were already stagnant, and explained patiently and slowly:
"The great God of Mystery is a great being who saves mankind together with our Lord. He has always enjoyed the same treatment as the Lord among us."
Xiu, who was already shocked, calmed down and looked at his friend who was pouting. With his familiarity with her, he knew that the other person might be thinking about some blasphemous things, so he took the initiative to say:
"Today at the party held by that person, one of His favored ones issued a mission to get rid of Intis's ambassador to Backlund. For this, he was willing to pay a certain amount of reward."
Mr. A was stunned for a moment, then returned to normal, his eyes swept across Xio's face, a smile appeared on the beautiful face, and he said hesitantly:
"Is this an event that he supports?"
The classic thoughts of a fanatical believer... I don't know when my imagination stopped. Forsi, who had already guessed the ending, took over and nodded decisively.
"Yes, Mr. Fool, the great 'God of Mystery', has agreed to this action."
After all, Mr. Fool didn’t object at the party just now, He had already acquiesced!
Mr. A did not hesitate after hearing the satisfactory reply. His body that was originally slightly relaxed suddenly sat up straight, and the expression on his face became serious.
"Since it is an action approved by God, as the Lamb of the Lord, I have the obligation to sacrifice everything."
Within the Aurora Society, the will of the "God of Mysteries" can also be regarded as an oracle as long as it is not opposed by the Creator.
This is a rule that has been set since the Fourth Age when the Church of the True Creator still existed.
Xio didn't seem to expect that the other party would agree to his seemingly very difficult task so easily. He glanced at his friend who was smiling in surprise, and said with some uncertainty:
"And the reward?"
Wow!
Mr. A's realization swept over him like a real sharp sword, and his calm eyes became extremely sharp.
"The Lord's will does not require so-called reward."
"As lambs in the world, we should dedicate ourselves and carry out our will to the end."
"There should be no worldly interests mixed into this."
At this time, Mr. A was shining brightly in the eyes of Xio and Forsi, like the leader of some youth organizations, full of personality charm brought by selflessness.
If my reason hadn't told me that he was a believer of the Aurora Society, a villain who had caused many murders, I would have thought he was a good guy... Xio looked at the other person's face that could make most women crazy, and calmed down
thought of.
The commission had been reached, Xio and Forsi didn't know what to say, and the room fell into silence.
After a few seconds, Mr. A, who had been looking down at people, suddenly lowered his chin and said hesitantly:
"I also have something to entrust you with."
Entrust us? Xio and Forsi immediately opened their eyes and became alert.
Mr. A, who was sitting on the soft sofa chair, lowered his eyes and said hesitantly:
"Please tell the favored one that I would like to exchange a certain amount of reward for the magic potion formulas of the 'Darkless One', 'Manipulator' and 'Disaster Priest'. It does not need to be complete, as long as the main ingredients are available, I will pay the price.
He was satisfied with the reward."
His expression was firm, as if he was sure that the beloved one he had never met must possess the relevant formula.
............
Iron Gate Street, interior of the Brave Bar.
Klein, who had eaten Dixie pie with Ian near Backlund Bridge, was sitting on the bar of the bar. After a while, he was slightly inspired. He looked up and happened to see his assistant Ian.
Walk through the crowd and come here.
"Mr. Moriarty, Caspars is still where he was last time." As a regular customer here, Ian directly found Caspars who was hiding in an unknown corner of the bar.
Of course, he still paid the bartender the price of a glass of South Wales beer, which was the rule here.
Klein, who had finished his beer but never put down his glass, nodded, immediately stood up, and followed Ian to the billiard room in the corner of the bar.
The big boy walking at the front clenched his right hand into a fist, knocked lightly on the wooden door, and with a creak, the wooden door opened back directly using the misplaced closed door, slowly revealing the scene that followed.
Kaspars, who had put down his club and had half a cigarette in his mouth, glanced at Klein without surprise, twitched his nose with a terrifying scar, and limped over.
"Are you going to find Maric now or after the party?"
When Ian found him just now, he had roughly explained the purpose of the visit of the master and servant today.
The old man who was over fifty years old puffed out smoke nonchalantly, and glanced at Klein with his cloudy eyes, completely lacking the respect and caution he usually showed when meeting other extraordinary people.
"The old gentleman's party should start soon. I will take you there in a moment, but you can only be alone. The 'old man' must wait at the bar. They are quite exclusive and will not welcome new people casually. If you
If you have to bring a follower, I can't guarantee what will happen."
Ian had specifically asked Klein about this before. After all, Detective Zerrell had never thought of arranging for Ian to cooperate with him at the party or attend on his behalf.
Klein nodded easily, and at the same time looked at Ian with his ice-blue eyes, and winked at the older boy.
There was no extra expression on Ian's face, but he left Klein and Caspars very familiarly and sat in the bar near the door.
Kaspars, who was not surprised by this, threw away the cigarette in his hand, asked Klein to get out of the way, and limped out of the house.
"Follow me first, you need a little preparation."
Ready? Klein, who probably had a guess in his mind, raised the corners of his mouth, and immediately followed the steps ahead, one deep and one shallow, but very neatly, to the back of the bar counter.
Caspars casually greeted the bartender, then reached down on the table with his right hand and pulled out an iron-black simple mask.
He turned over the mask several times, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he took Klein to the kitchen, walked around from the small door at the back to the alley behind the bar, and after twisting and turning, he saw a dark house.
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He stopped a dozen meters away from the house, carefully observed his surroundings, and then handed the iron-black mask in his hand to Klein.
"If this mask were given to someone else, I would charge him two pounds, but for the sake of the 'old man', you only need to give me one pound."
"Remember, don't think about causing trouble after you go in, otherwise I won't be done with you."
It sounded like a threat, but in essence he was worried about me... Klein rubbed the ordinary mask in his hand, sighed, took out a banknote from his pocket, and handed it to Caspars.
But if I were outside, I could buy a dozen of these masks for one pound, and none of them would be the same...
He gently put the mask on his face. Unexpectedly, his face did not feel very cold.
Also, the human skin mask itself has already played a certain role in isolating temperature... Klein moved his already stiff muscles and laughed hoarsely.
"Don't worry, I still have experience."
He messed up his hair, while Kaspars walked towards the unlit house and knocked on the door rhythmically.
After seven or eight seconds, a small, inconspicuous wooden board on the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing a pair of brown eyes from the darkness behind.
The person behind the door pressed against the vacancy of the small wooden board, examined it for a long time, and then slowly opened the door that opened to the back.
He wore a featureless iron mask and held a set of hooded robes in his hand. He looked carefully at Klein, who had turned his head into a chicken coop, and turned his head and hissed at Caspars.
road:
"Is this the person you're talking about?"
"Yes." Kaspars sniffed and uttered only one syllable, his lips barely moving.
After another glance, the masked man suddenly threw the robe in his hand to Klein, and then motioned for him to enter the house.
Under Kaspers' gaze, Klein followed him into the house, and the dark door slammed shut.
The masked man did not light a lamp, and relied on his memory to move skillfully through the darkness. In a few moments, he led Klein to the living room on the first floor of the house.
There was a candle lit on the coffee table here, and the dim light illuminated the entire room.
Klein, who had turned on his spiritual vision outside the door, was slightly startled. He found that almost everyone here was wearing a long robe and had an iron-black mask on his face.
Looking at it this way, it feels like a horror movie... Klein, who had not yet put on his robe, pulled the corners, found a seat, and sat in the corner.
It wasn't until a few seconds after he sat down that he heard a chubby man break the silence.
"Is there anyone who is good at purification? Recently, many beasts with evil auras have destroyed my medicinal fields in the sewers. As you know, I used to grow many herbs that can drive away these beasts, but now they all don't work.
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"Does any of you know what's going on? Or can you help me solve this problem directly?"
"Well, I will pay you accordingly." The chubby man looked around and looked at the people who remained silent, with expectation in his voice.
Unfortunately, no one seemed to answer his question directly.
Stab!
There was a harsh friction sound, and an ordinary, thin man suddenly stood up and took over the topic.
"Speaking of sewers, I don't know if you have noticed that part of the sewers in Jorwood District was closed a few days ago."
"I heard news from the police station that there were smashed bodies in the sewers connecting several other districts. It was as if they had been run over by a steam hammer. They couldn't even be buckled down."
After speaking, the man also cited the specific locations of several blocked sewer entrances.
The first chubby man who spoke was a "pharmacist"?
Klein, who had almost bumped into a "pharmacist" in Tingen, raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised.
After all, he had just heard some news about the "Medicine Master" path from Roselle's diary. If it was a "Medicine Master" from the Church of the Mother Goddess of the Earth, that would be fine, but if it was a "Medicine Master" from the Life Sect, Klein would have to be careful with him.
The medicine was sold in my hand.
The moon believed by the Life Sect is probably an evil god!
Immediately, he looked at the other man who was speaking, recalling several mentioned sewer entrances in his mind, and frowned more and more.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Klein's mind, and he almost hit his left palm with his right fist.
That person just now, the location he mentioned happened to be the location where Klein and his friends fought that day!
This is where Detective Zerrell encountered the evil hand of Bishop Rose!