In the quiet night, a short figure jumped off the last public carriage.
She pressed the hat on her head and hurriedly walked through the yellow mist, with a stubborn streak of blond hair peeking out from under the brim of the hat.
In a remote but well-connected alley, this figure leaned against a not-so-clean corner. After observing secretly for a long time, he pretended to be calm and walked into the alley. His right hand was in his pocket, and his stiff and forceful wrist was slightly unnatural.
The yellow mist became much thinner. Xiu looked at the man wearing a golden mask standing in the alley and coughed lightly.
The man was still wearing a black tuxedo, his light brown eyes swept over Xio's head, and he said in a low voice:
"There is a task for you, and the reward can be the 'sheriff's' potion."
He spoke very quickly and sounded anxious.
"I already have a copy of the main material." Recalling the whole afternoon spent rehearsing with Forsi, Xio calmly shook his head.
"I can help you get rid of that material." The man responded quickly.
He glanced at Xio, who was not wavering at all, "Of course, I can understand if you want to choose gold pounds, but the 'sheriff's' potion is not easy to assemble."
At the end of the sentence, he emphasized it, sounding like he was really thinking about Xio.
Gold pounds...Xio calculated it briefly and nodded slightly.
"I choose the gold pound."
"Okay, let's talk about the mission next." The man was stunned for a moment after hearing Xio's choice, and quickly returned to his business-like attitude, "There is no danger in this mission, of course it may be.
There are dangers, it all depends on your choice."
"I will pay you a deposit of 30 pounds in the initial stage. Of course, you can also use this as funding."
"What mission?" Xio frowned slightly.
In the circle of bounty hunters, thirty pounds is enough to cause a sensation among bounty hunters in the entire East District. This condition is too favorable.
"Through your channels, ask who has been paying attention to Kaping's affairs recently. It would be best to make a list."
Sure enough... Xio, who had already deduced the general content with Forsi, was not too surprised, but said very professionally:
"What the hell is going on with Kapin."
Without waiting for the golden mask opposite to express dissatisfaction, Xio emphasized seriously:
"The newspapers only reported about the grand robber 'Black Emperor'. There are many gangsters and people with strange movements in the East District asking about those gangs every day. You don't want to receive a bunch of reports about gang infighting, right?"
The golden mask hid the man's expression, but his right hand hanging by his side moved slightly.
As a member of MI9, he is well aware of the reality of the deep-rooted gangs in the East District, and Cappin's recent actions have indeed touched the interests of many uninformed people.
After hesitating for a moment, he considered:
"The thief Black Emperor didn't know from which channel he learned that Kapin was involved in human trafficking behind the scenes, and then carried out the assassination."
"He is also an extraordinary person, and he also left two tarot cards at the scene."
Tarot cards!
The corner of Xio's less conspicuous eye twitched, and she immediately calmed down her excitement, with a dry smile on her lips.
"Tarot cards?"
"'Judgement' and 'Emperor'." The man in the gold mask seemed not to notice the subtlety of Xio's expression just now, and continued:
"There was also a vicious terrorist attack in the East District before, and the gangster disguised as a clown left behind tarot cards in the end."
"It's 'the world' and 'the tower'."
The biting wind blew past the corners of the man's tuxedo, causing some wrinkles.
"We suspect that these tarot cards are some hidden hints, or represent the code names of these criminals. In short, you can pay more attention to the information about the tarot cards when investigating."
"Judgment"...I am "Judgment", how come I haven't heard that I participated in the action about Kapin...Xiao's expression remained motionless, but the smile at the corner of his mouth slowed down as if he was deep in thought.
Slow down and recover.
The moment he heard the "World" card, Xio confirmed that the latter was the action Mr. "World" had been responsible for.
But why did Mr. "World" suddenly assassinate Cappin? Is it his personal behavior or Mr. "Fool"'s mission? Is there any secret hidden behind this man?
Various thoughts popped up in his mind one after another, making Qiu feel his forehead swelled on both sides.
Forget it, Mr. "World" should mention it in the next Tarot meeting. If it doesn't work, I can ask... After thinking for a while, Xio quickly gave up the idea of continuing to explore and decided to go back and finish this arduous task.
The task was handed over to Forsi, who claimed to be better at thinking.
"I see."
...
At the entrance of the alley where black dominates the tone, the petite figure disappears into the pale yellow. The man in the black tuxedo still swinging in the wind looks to the side, the golden mask on his face reflecting the faint light.
"She had certain emotional fluctuations just now." In the darkness, the pale-eyed Aigron gradually revealed his figure and pulled off the cloak covering his body.
This sealed object of the "Secret Prayer" path was a heavy burden on him who was mentally sensitive, and his moaning babble always reminded him of the end of Jibalo described by Emperor Russell.
"When I heard about Tarot cards." He patted the non-existent dust on his shoulder in disgust and added specifically.
The man in the golden mask was silent for a moment, and then said as if nothing happened:
"That doesn't mean anything."
Humph... Aigron turned his head, playfully examining the deep guilt hidden in the other party's subconscious ocean, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"Maybe, the decision is yours, and I don't think it's a big problem."
As a semi-retired person, he doesn't want to care so much.
And, unfortunately, he doesn't like him either.
............
Backlund, Harvest Church.
The warm firelight embraced the increasingly deserted church. In front of the altar, Emlyn White held the iron spoon half leaning against the porridge bucket and felt that his arms had lost all feeling.
Watching the last "believer" who came for free hot porridge leave, he complained softly:
"Father, many of them are not believers of the Mother Goddess. Only one-third of this bucket of porridge is given to true believers."
In front of the long seat, a tall figure had his hands on his chest, as if he was coaxing a non-existent baby to sleep.
"The Mother Goddess is the mother of all things, and her kindness is kindness to life. We have an obligation to help all those who are confused and struggling. One day, they will think of their mother's embrace and reconsider their choice of faith."
Emlyn looked at the half-giant bishop with a kind face, feeling empty in his heart.
Obviously, he was convinced by the priest again, although he would not admit it.
The church returned to tranquility at night. The kind angels in the colorful windows looked at the servants of God who worked hard to clean the prayer hall. Warm light filled every corner.
Finally, after wiping the third candlestick, Emlyn frowned and could no longer suppress the "trouble" that had been plaguing him these past few days.
"Father."
The tall figure stopped working and slowly turned around.
Looking into the priest's light blue eyes and the deep wrinkles nearby, Emlyn suddenly stopped speaking.
The young and handsome Vampire's face was tangled, his eyebrows were knitted together, fighting against the awe of the Marquis in his heart, and he spoke word by word with difficulty about the choices that troubled him.
"The clan seems to suspect that I have converted to the Mother Goddess. Your Excellency the Marquis must handle this matter personally."
After speaking, he stared at the priest with some worry, his mouth opened slightly, but he couldn't say anything anymore.
"It's understandable. This shows that the Blood Clan is still united and maintains a noble sense of honor." Bishop Utravsky was not touched at all. He just nodded lightly and praised the beautiful qualities of the Blood Clan.
Of course, our vampire race has always been a noble and elegant race, proud of history... Emlyn habitually agreed in his heart at first, raised his chin, and then reacted and asked anxiously:
"Aren't you worried?"
"What if His Excellency the Marquis comes to the church in person and wants to steal your sealed artifact." After saying the words, Emlyn suddenly felt a sense of disobedience and continued what he had just said indiscriminately.
Bishop Utravsky slowly turned his gaze away, with a touch of joy in his eyes.
"Of course not. I believe in the guidance of the Mother Goddess on destiny."
The tall priest walked slowly towards the altar, with his hands on his chin, extremely pious.
"Since the Mother Goddess guided me here, she has already seen the future. Therefore, no matter what happens, it is just a test from the Mother Goddess and a challenge that I must face."
But you are only Sequence Six, this challenge will kill you... Emlyn curled his lips, feeling much calmer for some reason.
"Actually, you don't have to worry. Maybe they will find a way to crack it. This is not difficult for a race with a deep history." After praying, Bishop Utravsky's generous voice echoed in the hall and explained patiently.
"Moreover, mother's kindness and salvation are reflected in the joy of the harvest. I believe that even if the hint is broken, you who have already experienced the joy of the harvest will continue to understand and walk on the right path."
Then am I really going to change my faith... Emlyn's eyes opened wider and wider, and he was stunned.
............
Loen, Winter County, Church of Tranquility.
The quiet church is particularly beautiful at night, complementing the red moon hanging high in the sky and shining coldly on the earth.
With a frosty face, Leonard suppressed the pace of running at any moment, slammed the wooden door behind him, and locked himself in the room.
There was indescribable anger in his dark green eyes, and he was trembling faintly. He took off his two red gloves and threw them on the wooden table behind him.
"It turns out you are a 'parasite'!"
He stared at the crimson moonlight on the ground, his voice lingering in his throat, and he gritted his teeth.
The familiar voice echoed faintly in his own ears, suppressing obvious anger, tension, confusion and fear.
In an instant, the old voice sounded as usual.
"You can understand it that way."
"But what exactly do you want to do, and why do you want to stay in my body?" Leonard clenched his hands into fists, clenching white and blood-red streaks.
"I have never heard of any high-sequence person in the 'Night' pathway called a 'parasite'. We are not on the same pathway, and you can't make me into a potion and eat it, so why would you choose to parasitize me, an official Beyonder.
"
Although there was obvious anger in Leonard's voice, he had experienced some cruelty and had indeed been saved by this mysterious "parasite", so he still tried his best to maintain rational thinking.
The old voice sneered.
"Didn't you say that?"
"Official Extraordinary, as long as you don't show off in front of the Pope and angels, almost no one will be able to spot me. Why don't I enjoy the convenience brought by your status as a matter of course?"
This... Leonard's eyes suddenly twitched, and he immediately recalled several scenes of meeting with the church's senior deacons. In fact, he already believed this explanation to some extent.
"So you are using me?" His voice suddenly became calm.
"Perhaps." Pales Zoroastrian, who was floating in Leonard's spirit body, was silent for a moment and spoke vaguely.
During the Tingen incident, for a period of time after Leonard fell into coma, she felt that her perception of the surrounding world was strangely blurred, not only reality, but even her perception of the spiritual world was also blurred.
As an angel who has survived since the Fourth Age, she has seen beings who can achieve this level, but she has only seen four.
One of them has been banished forever, one is crazy on the top of Honakis Mountain, and the whereabouts of one are unknown.
If Amon was the one who caused the interference at that time, that is, the last one, then she would not be able to let her weak self go.
But if it is the great being whose whereabouts are unknown... Pales has never believed that the powerful but "indifferent" "god of mystery" would be involved in the ritual of swallowing Antigonus.
She was out of control, and she didn't believe that after her death, the angels under her would be willing to disappear.
And a few days ago, she accidentally discovered that a "hidden servant" was quietly following Xiaogui, and she also happened to find out that the angel was also an acquaintance of hers... To be honest, she began to doubt the true identity of Xiaogui's colleague.
Already.
"Then what are you going to do in the future? If one day you recover, or I am unfortunately discovered by the angel of the goddess." After a long silence, Leonard suddenly changed his position and thought about the "parasite" in his mind.
Although he was not deeply parasitic, Pales, who had already guessed the kid's thoughts, said "ha" with a strange smile in his tone.
"Of course I won't stay with you after I recover... As for being discovered by the angel of the night, hey, isn't it okay now?"
"There must be nothing wrong now. What I mean is that if we are discovered in the future..." As he said that, Leonard was suddenly stunned and froze in place like a statue.
"It doesn't look stupid." In his mind, Pales's old voice chuckled softly.
A touch of astonishment slowly surfaced in the dark green, Leonard was speechless and said:
"You mean, the angel of the goddess, no, the goddess already knows that you are in me?"
Feeling the changes in the emotions of the surrounding spirits, Pales said leisurely:
"Otherwise, have you forgotten what your goddess is called?"
The Mother of Secrets... A burst of fear rose from the bottom of his heart. Leonard first looked around in horror. After a few minutes of silence, he belatedly covered his head and rubbed his black hands manically.
Long hair, teeth clenched together.
After rubbing for a long time, until a few hair strands were removed, he gave up and collapsed on the bed, feeling weak.
Pales, who was in a good mood, "looked" at the despair of this kid and added another sentence.
"Don't worry about divine punishment. In fact, the angel of the night has already seen you two days ago."
"Do you remember that beautiful young senior deacon?"
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