On the edge of Skanatos Island in the Sunian Sea, Angelberda, who was nearly three meters tall, looked at the calm sea in the distance. On the milky white sea surface, apart from the endless thin mist, there were only flying fish.
And the white gulls are hovering around.
She recalled Amon's last words just now, and the joy of returning to her childhood home recently was washed away a lot.
...
"The pollution of the 'Mysterious God'."
Hearing Amon's vague sigh, Angelboda's broad feet trembled subconsciously, and some accumulated soil was rubbed out of the wet lawn.
The sadness in his eyes disappeared. Amon pushed up the monocle on his right eye, re-created the smile that lacked warmth just now, and said as if unintentionally:
"By the way, how did you get back to this island?"
Amon watched with a smile as the "God of Mystery", whose personality changed drastically after he reached adulthood, was driven out of Skanatos - the secret town that once belonged to Zhou Mingrui. He should not know the details of this island.
Coordinates of Angerboda.
She looked at the female giant who suddenly tensed up and tried to avoid the question. She kept the smile she had just now, clenched her right hand into a fist, and lightly knocked on her monocle.
"Although I don't hate guessing riddles, I still prefer others to send me the answers on their own initiative, so I don't need to do it myself."
Angelboda couldn't help but take two steps back.
Amon, who was still smiling, seemed to have not seen all this, and said to himself:
"I remember that in the Fourth Age, members of the Antigonus family were often the least likely to reveal secrets."
"They are like their master's secret spouse, lifeless and dull, like the undead under Salinger's rule, without brains and lack of thinking. Every time I parasitized a member of their family, I would feel very unlucky."
"After all, these half-breeds are not like the 'thieves' of Jacob and Zoroastrian's family. Although they are not professional enough, they at least maintain enough respect for curiosity in their minds."
Amon seemed to be recalling the past without any clue, but the smile on his lips gradually calmed down.
"Actually, what I regret most is that I didn't have the opportunity to parasitize the little guys in the Abraham family. After all, Bethel is always keen to protect those blood relatives, and always takes the problem on himself, even...
"
"The Lord personally sent me back." Angelboda, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly interrupted Amon, lowering his head and flicking the braid on his back.
Amon looked sideways at the demigod who was trembling slightly, and the joy in his tone was a little dull.
"So, she is not trapped on the top of the Honakis Mountains as she appears."
Even after being promoted to "Ferryman" for hundreds of years, Angelber still felt cold all over his body. His dry lips squirmed and he shook his head blankly.
"I have no idea."
The index finger of his right hand tapped the bottom of the monocle, and Amonruo especially counted the few strands of hair scattered on Angel Boda's forehead.
"I met spiritual creatures controlled by the Lord in the spiritual world, and then I came here."
Under the gaze of the King of Angels, Angel Boda roughly told what happened to her that day. The pressure Amon deliberately created also made her ignore the holy symbol that was still flashing on her chest.
The dull voice of the female giant gradually disappeared. Amon, who was standing in front of the beach chair and thoughtfully admiring the waves in the distance, suddenly laughed, turned his right eye with a monocle, and took photos casually while laughing.
Holding hands.
"Not bad."
She took a step forward with her left foot, stealing the distance between here and the edge of the coast, and brought Angerboda beside her back to the rocky beach that was constantly washed by waves.
The black hair on his head had dried completely. Amon put on the ancient mage hat that matched his black robe, then adjusted the monocle on his right eye, and then said with a low smile:
"I have a hunch that some beings in the star realm recently, as well as those who are already on the edge of the stage of the times according to the paranoid, will make some small moves more or less."
"It may not be safe on the mainland recently."
Angrboda looked at the King of Angels who reminded her with slight surprise, unable to discern the other party's true intentions.
Ignoring the mist-covered sea water in front of him, Amon slowly moved forward, his thin dark figure disappearing into the illusion visible to the naked eye.
The gray mist was like a shark that smelled blood in the deep sea, biting the "half-wrong" crazily, and then strangely lost its direction, gradually biting each other, forming a closed loop connected end to end.
At the last moment when the figure disappeared, Amon turned his thin side face, his right eye blocked by the monocle looked at the green and black behind him, and the smile at the corner of his mouth finally showed a touch of reality.
"Actually, I have no way of parasitizing you."
"At least it's not that easy."
The sea waves in the distance are still there, the clear water holds a piece of foam and swings through the whirlpool of fog, and the thin darkness has long since disappeared.
.............
Backlund, Backlund Bridge Area.
Away from the east side, there are only layers of short grass swaying in the poorly maintained garden. The soot accumulated in the sky stubbornly adheres to the short grass blades, making it look gray from a distance.
In the rather exquisitely decorated townhouse, Klein carefully pulled out a piece of clothing from the bedroom closet on the second floor through his gloves that had obviously not had time to be starched, and turned to look behind him.
"It is certain that this lady ran away from the trust stored here after receiving the news of Patrick Jason's death."
"Can pendulum divination find her?" Dunn, whose back was unprotected, closed the bloodstained dressing mirror on the ground and raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"If the other party has not made counter-divination preparations, there will probably be no problem." Klein skillfully took off the citrine pendulum from his wrist, moved his lips, and the silent pendulum suddenly started to shake, pointing in one direction with difficulty but firmness. .
After doing all this, he raised his head to look at Dunn, and happened to catch a glimpse of the indescribable realization behind his glasses.
"Very good, let's confirm the location first, at least to determine who kidnapped this lady." Taking his eyes away from the pendulum, without explaining the gaffe just now, Dunn nodded calmly, and immediately picked up the cane he carried with him. , checked the gun bag under his arm, and strode out of the room.
Driven by the opponent's sharp movements, Klein subconsciously followed the footsteps and took a few steps to the front before he regained consciousness.
Feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity, the inspiration in his mind became clearer and clearer, but Klein became more and more confused, but he couldn't tell where this strong sense of familiarity came from.
In the weird atmosphere, Klein kept his pendulum spinning and walked in front, and his guard on his back was also much more relaxed.
The two of them stepped onto the hired carriage parked outside the house. In the silent carriage, there was only the muffled sound of the wheels, the noise outside the window, and Klein's voice reminding the driver of the pendulum's steering from time to time. There was nothing else. .
At 11 o'clock in the morning, the area around Backlund Bridge was in a complicated state of liveliness and deathly silence. There were tall chimneys standing there, and steam freighters that had just appeared recently passed across the bridge every once in a while with their whining whistles.
, on the bridge connected by the twin hanging towers, various carriages passed by in a hurry, while on both sides, and even in more streets and alleys, the owner's residence and "sleeping" bar that had been taken away by the factory were enjoying a rare
It's so comfortable that even the newsboy and the thief can only shake their heads after looking at it.
Not far away, the cluttered and bloated figures in the east district gradually moved away, and the yellow smoke could no longer hinder the vision of the two extraordinary people.
Dunn, who was silent all the way, extinguished the cigarette on his fingertips, stretched his hand out of the window as usual, and looked at Klein on the other side, who was still concentrating on identifying the direction indicated by the pendulum.
Looking at this strange but familiar figure, he suddenly made some moves. While the other person was not paying attention, he carefully wiped the non-existent cigarette ashes between his two fingers.
"Further ahead we will reach the Jowood area."
With his eyes still focused on the pendulum that was constantly correcting its position, Klein whispered:
"I can probably guess who those people are."
Ignoring the slightly surprised Dunn, who raised his chin slightly, Klein knocked on the partition in front of him that communicated with the coachman, and spoke in a louder voice.
"Do you know Mr. Cappin's residence?"
The coachman who was distracted in driving the carriage hurriedly concentrated his attention and said with slight surprise:
"Sir, are you also here to visit Mr. Capping?"
Klein and Dunn looked at each other and continued:
"Why do you say me too?"
The coachman chuckled. "You don't know, people come here often from the east side recently. Now everyone who drives sports cars knows that the home of the rich Mr. Cappin is here."
The dry records in the detective's notebook emerged in his memory line by line. Klein, whose facial muscles were stiff, slowly raised the corners of his mouth and put away the still swinging pendulum.
"Then I'm sorry to trouble you. After all, this is my first time to visit Mr. Cappin."
The carriage moved forward slowly, and a luxurious villa with vast lawns, gardens, fountains, and sculptures in the distance squeezed in through the greasy windows.
...
At noon, Kapin, who was wearing a formal bow tie even at home, squinted his eyes slightly and pretended to be serious while listening to the report of his subordinates in front of him.
"Has today's delivery been delivered?"
"Yes, boss, they are all sent to the newly built warehouse at the dock."
"No one saw it, right?" Kapin took a deep breath of the air mixed with the scent of expensive perfume, and his fat body twisted uneasily.
"No." The muscular man shook his head firmly.
Although he has been Kapin's accomplice for many years, he is still afraid of this ruthless gang leader, not to mention that he has recently received support from some big shots.
Glancing quietly to his side, Kapin saw that the middle-aged gentleman dressed like a butler still had a serious face. Kapin breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone unconsciously relaxed a lot.
"Odes, please remember to call me sir from now on, and those who are illiterate underground, tell them that there is no boss now, only sir."
"Yes, sir." Odds stood up suddenly and shouted loudly.
Kapin, whose vanity was satisfied, smiled and waved his hand away, the fat on his face trembling.
After Odes walked out of the luxuriously decorated living room, the gangster boss who was arrogant just now pretended to clear his throat, and then like a magic trick, he pulled out a few yellow cards from the table where Odes was standing just now.
's list.
"Mr. Heras, there will be an order for more goods in a few days. I think it should be able to make up for the previous loss of Golden Rose."
The middle-aged gentleman known as Heras glanced over coldly, the white hair on his head reflecting the sunlight outside the window.
"It's just making up for the previous losses."
"Yes." Kapin nodded flatteringly, "But there are a few more similar orders later, and I think even that gentleman will be satisfied."
Heras stared into Kapin's eyes, and his thin and slender lips opened a sharp gap.
"You feel satisfied?"
Kapin still had a flattering ugly smile, wiped his forehead with his fat hand a few times, and hurriedly handed over a few orders.
"I am satisfied that it is of no use...Mr. Heras, these are all bearer payments."
He pointed suggestively at the unsigned list.
Rubbing the unique pressed print on the list, Heras nodded slowly, but the expression on his face was not gentle at all.
"Remember to be careful, sir, I don't want to see an accident like the Golden Rose again."
After saying that, the gentleman dressed in retro style turned and walked towards another door different from the one Odes left, and disappeared behind the wall.
Kapin, whose clothes were already wet with cold sweat, suppressed a sigh of relief. After a while, the flattery and fear were no longer visible on his fat face. He leisurely smoked the cigar that had been prepared aside, and the smoke gradually rose.
I didn't notice that the light in the living room seemed to be a little brighter.
...
Exquisite marble sculptures were placed around the fountain. Carriages were passing by on the street in front of them. There were also a few men with their hats lowered and their collars and peaked caps revealing their brown skin, revealing their identity as plateau people.
With his whole body hidden in the natural shadows created by illusions and bushes, Klein listened to the rushing water, his inspiration moved slightly, and he looked at the rippling shadows under his feet without haste.
In the small darkness, the bookish figure of Louis Yinwensi was filled with the original colors. The slime-like squirming shadows around him dispersed, and the actual "darkness" gradually shrank into the body of this young gentleman.
Sure enough, it is a secret power cultivated by the Goddess Church. I don’t know if it is Sequence Five or another mid-sequence that has mastered some special sealed artifact... Klein activated the "substitute" on his right hand to confirm that no one was paying attention to this cramped corner.
Finally, he lowered his voice and said:
"are you sure?"
Dunn, whose face was obviously gloomier, nodded slowly and took off the bone ring worn on the middle finger of his left hand - this is a magical item made using the characteristics of the Aurora Society's "Hermit Monk".
"The lady herself should have just been sent to a warehouse at the East End Pier, but the money deposited by Patrick Jason is still here. I have seen the few that have been embezzled by my client."
He glanced at Klein thoughtfully and continued:
"And I found that Mr. Capin seems to have some access to human smuggling."
Klein, whose facial muscles were stiff and could not see many emotions, did not answer. He turned to look into the distance and counted the dark threads. After a while, he said something that was a bit confusing.
if.
"Thirty-nine, Mr. Yin Wensi, a 'serial killer' doesn't need thirty-nine lives to digest the potion, right?"