Inside the temporarily assigned room at Silveras Field.
Klein frowned as he examined the information the church had just sorted out from Andrerad's mouth, while his two companions each leaned to the side and were busy with their own affairs.
Winter winter winter.
After a few symbolic knocks on the door, Sost pushed the door open and looked at Dunn who was leaning against the window to put out his cigarette. He turned to Leonard and said:
"Your mission is over."
He took out a few pages from the document in his arms, with a map tucked among them, and handed them to Leonard.
"This is the sewer map of the Backlund Bridge area. Next, we and Mechanical Heart will be divided into several teams to investigate the sewer hubs with a cross-shaped layout."
Looking at Leonard with a serious face, Sost quickly glanced at Klein and Dunn who were far away, nodded slightly and said:
"Considering the special nature of your team, you are only responsible for a few hubs on the border of Backlund Bridge. If you find anything, you can pray directly to the Archbishop."
Pray to the Archbishop?
Klein and Dunn looked at each other and frowned in unison.
After giving Leonard a few more words, Sost, who was about to leave, suddenly turned his head again, as if he remembered something, looked at Klein and said:
"Detective Moriarty, someone wants to see you."
...
In the corridor, Sost, who had closed the door, used his peripheral vision to look at Klein, who was following him closely, and said thoughtfully:
"Detective Moriarty, do you know Prince Edsac?"
Prince Edsac is looking for me now?
A hint of wariness flashed in his eyes, and Klein nodded.
"I was lucky enough to get to know His Highness the Prince because of some gossip."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but tighten his cane, and the "substitute" on his right hand changed to the state of being activated.
Considering the relationship between the prince and the mysterious being suspected of being Farbuti, the other party came to him at this time and gave him an ominous premonition.
"Don't be too nervous." Sost glanced at him.
"It's just that the prince's butler wants to see you. Your Excellency the Archbishop is also here."
The archbishop of the goddess is also here... Klein's expression softened a bit, he nodded slowly, followed Sost into a closed room, and suppressed the "substitute" who was about to move.
"Good morning, Detective Moriarty."
In the room, a middle-aged and elderly gentleman who had met once before looked at Klein with a formulaic smile on his lips.
At his signal, Sost exited the room, leaving the space for the two of them temporarily.
"I'm sorry to disturb you at this time. I hope I haven't caused you any trouble." The old housekeeper bowed slightly without losing his identity.
You coming to see me is the biggest trouble... Klein looked at the opponent's poker face and quickly came up with a set of words in his mind.
"It is my honor to work for His Highness the Prince. Besides, I have received a lot of help from His Highness before."
The old housekeeper smiled politely, then put on a heavy expression and continued without wavering:
"A friend of His Royal Highness has recently returned to the Lord's Kingdom of God. He is suspected of being persecuted by 'devils'."
Not to mention that the prince's move had not been noticed yet... Klein's nerves suddenly became tense, and he controlled his expression to pretend to be in pain.
"What sad news. I have seen too many people who have died due to the devil in the past few days."
Klein skillfully lit the triangular holy symbol of the God of Steam and Machinery on his chest, cleverly avoiding the butler's hint.
What a joke, if you take the initiative to get close to the prince now, maybe you will be the next victim targeted by the "devil".
He is now joining the investigation as an informant. As long as he continues to stay in the investigation team, even the royal family may not dare to openly ask for people from the church, let alone the archbishop of the goddess who has also joined the action.
"So His Highness the Prince hopes that you can uncover the murderer while investigating the 'demon'."
The old housekeeper took in Klein's attitude and did not force it deliberately.
Next, he briefly introduced what happened to the victim, and emphasized that since MI9 had not completed the autopsy, Klein could only return home later to collect the flesh, blood and hair from the victim.
At the end, the butler hinted in a very humane way that Prince Edsac would provide generous rewards.
"By the way, I just heard something." The old housekeeper changed his tone and mentioned in a casual tone, "The archbishop of the church has begun to personally take charge of this operation. You informants should soon retreat to the second line.
Being ordered to withdraw from the investigation team is also for your protection."
After giving all the instructions, the butler who always maintained aristocratic dignity said goodbye to Klein, turned around and opened the door and went out, leaving only Klein silently watching the door he left with a complicated expression in his eyes.
...
In the underground waterway, the "ancient demon" hanging upside down from the ceiling stared at the eggs that were about to break out of their shells. The eyes that reflected Roshan's "lair" faithfully fed back the situation here to his monarch.
Fabuti, who was sitting in the hired carriage with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. The sharp vertical boy turned into a mesh, and with the help of the visual network throughout the city, he conveyed his thoughts to everyone who surrendered to the "devil"
The "Devil" at the feet of the King.
In front of the luxurious garden house in the Backlund Bridge area, near the East District dock area, and in the dense sewer grid at the feet of the Seed of Order, there are ferocious "devil" dogs, dull-looking female apostles, and more
The "ancient demon" stood ready, silently licking his lips, malice and madness almost overflowing from his eyes.
Backlund's disaster is about to begin.
...
On the outskirts of Backlund, inside the underground ruins of the Quaternary Period.
"Desperate Nightingale" Panatia walked out of Ince Zangwill's room with lazy steps.
The current head of the Witch Cult in Backlund has just finalized the final script with the current owner of 0-08.
Under the acceleration of various irresistible factors, whether it is the sudden emergence of "ancient demons" or the rapid retreat of the Aurora Society, they quit midway without any reason. The plans designated by them and the Loen royal family must be accelerated to achieve the established goals.
Target.
And there is also the unknown His Highness... Panatia, who had just enjoyed the pleasure, suddenly felt a chill creeping over her body, and the laziness disappeared in an instant, replaced by extreme tension.
Although it is also related to the "Witch" in some way, the "original" attitude towards that highness is completely different from that of the angels in the sect. It even acquiesced to help the highness regain his strength to the maximum extent, so that it was supposed to be soon.
Panatya, the protagonist of the Great Smog, has become a foil.
After sorting out the various distractions in his mind, the demigod returned to his room, and as expected saw the elusive His Highness.
"Your Highness Treville."
Regardless of the fact that she was wearing an evening gown, Panatia knelt down on one knee with the etiquette of a knight, not daring to look directly at the beauty in front of her.
"Have you decided on the 'script'?"
Charlotte Tamara Treville's sweet and ethereal voice echoed in the stone house, brushing against Panadia's skin like something substantial.
"Yes." Panatia suppressed the swelling pain in her forehead, and the tips of her gradually thicker hair tended to evolve into snakes.
"According to the advice of the Loen royal family, we will start a heavy haze on the night when the 'devil' causes unrest."
Xia Lu frowned, "Augustus are afraid of the dark night and the coming of storms?"
"Yes." Panatia nodded slightly, her charming face wrinkled in pain.
After getting an accurate response, the only sound left in the cabin was the sound of Xia Lu pacing.
This puppet of "Uncertain Mist" silently weighs the current situation, with strange and mysterious patterns constantly floating under its pure white robe.
Although after temporarily forming an alliance with Chic, she was able to return to the level of Sequence 2. With the suppression of her personality, she could even compete with ordinary Sequence 1 angels, but she still did not resist in front of the true god who had mastered the uniqueness.
remaining energy.
Moreover, Augustus had planned the great smog in advance after the "Devil's" turmoil, and they also had the intention of guarding against me... After all, the "Hand of Order" and "Prince Slayer" should have felt the true body.
The breath of...
If the "devil's" action is carried out smoothly, it will definitely attract the attention of the night and the storm. If Fabuti chooses to show up and take the risk to perform a sacrifice, it is not impossible to attract the gods... At this time, as planned
Although the true gods who set off the great smog and acquiesced in the emergence of the new "Black Emperor" would not target Augustus, they would definitely be happy to completely erase this body to prevent the old power from penetrating into the barrier in advance...
..
Thinking of this, Xia Lu couldn't help but frown.
After encountering the original "Lord of Mysteries", the main body has lost one source of essence and two Sequence 1 characteristics. If it were not for the special authority, many of the old ones outside the barrier would not reject it again.
A sefirot replenishes itself.
The Seven Gods have the energy to suppress themselves, so they might as well concentrate more on suppressing the forces of the "Fallen Mother Goddess" and the "Mother Tree of Desire". They still almost maintain their intact personalities.
"Heavy haze..." Xia Lu looked into the distance, her sight penetrated the distance and merged with another streak of blood.
...
"Detective Moriarty!"
Klein, who took a leave of absence to go home after meeting with the prince's butler, couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he saw Yin En who was much more energetic.
"How did you find this place?"
He did not disclose his detailed address to Yin En.
The big boy looked around sharply, ducked into the house, waited for Klein to close the door, and then lowered his voice and said:
"It's Mr. Maric. He came to me with the cipher text you gave him, and told me your address. He hoped that I could help him convey the message."
Hearing Maric's name, Klein felt much relieved, but he was still a little surprised. He took the envelope from Yin En's hand, opened it and read it in front of the assistant.
As his gaze gradually downwards, Klein's brows became more and more frowned.
After reading to the end, he took a long breath.
Miss Sharon used the special properties of "Wraith Souls" to foresee the coming danger, and this time the danger came from those "ancient demons" entrenched underground!
Why are they involved everywhere... Klein looked at this text message and was a little undecided for a moment.
After taking a few deep breaths in a hurry, he folded the letter carefully, looked at Yin En again, and considered:
"You move out of the East District next, and try not to go to the Backlund Bridge area. Something big might happen there."
Ignoring Yin En, who looked confused, Klein, whose mind was in confusion, ignored the explanation and asked Yin En to leave Minsk 17 first to avoid running into MI9 agents.
The situation has reached this point, and even if he knows some secrets, he still has no way of taking action.
Ince Zangwill and the royal family are now in a cooperative relationship, and he still controls 0-08. Maybe I have re-entered his script. These things are too coincidental, as if they were rushed together deliberately, and it is impossible to know.
reaction.
In an anxious moment, Klein first took off the pendulum and made sure that no MI9 agents would come to the door soon. Then he tightened the door and window and returned to the bedroom on the second floor, creating the illusion that he had rested. He walked four steps backwards and boarded the room.
Gray fog.
The spirit passed through the layers of murmurs. Klein, who had not climbed into the gray fog for a long time, glanced at it and was attracted by the door between illusion and reality on the mottled long table.
He looked at the ripples that were constantly swaying from the gap in the door, and looked at the bottom position in confusion.
"Is this a sacrifice to you?"
He could feel that this shapeless door did not belong to anyone in the Tarot Society.
"No," "Secret", who had not appeared in front of Klein for a long time and whose condition had improved, shook his head slightly, stared at the door with an indifferent expression, and said without emotion:
"It's a vampire trying to test my state."
A bad premonition crept into Klein's nerves. He suppressed the bitter smile on his lips and silently covered his cheeks.
No...it's Emlyn that unlucky guy...
He could tell that "Secret" was in a bad mood now, and after being reminded, he remembered that he had indeed heard a strange prayer a day and a half ago.
"So, what's his status now?"
Klein spread his spirituality and touched the door, and cautiously asked "Secret".
The completely black and gloomy eyes swept over and only stayed on Klein's face for a second.
"His spirit body has been detained by me in the layer of fog that you usually pass through on the gray mist. His body is still underground under the control of their vampires."
That gray fog I walked through?
Klein recalled the terrifying murmurs before he boarded the gray fog every time. His eyes suddenly opened wide, and the non-stop spreading spirituality opened the illusory door. At the same time, it amplified the gravity, trying to suck out Emlyn behind the door.
Emlyn himself is only at the level of Sequence Seven, and he has been listening to the nonsense for a day and a half. He has already lost control, right?
He concentrated on staring at the outline that was gradually becoming more and more real in the gray, and counted the "Black Emperor" cards with his fingers, always ready to use his strength to save people.
But it seems that luck always favors fools.
After praying to the "God of Mysteries" for the 7000th time, Emlyn, who began to feel dizzy, finally saw hope.
He watched the closed bronze door slowly open, and an inexplicable suction force pushed him into the magnificent giant palace-like hall. The only figure surrounded by billowing gray mist attracted all his attention.
In the face of this irresistible great aura, the dizziness caused by the weakness of the spirit body was swept away. The weak vampire tried his best to maintain the nobility that the "savior" should have, and lowered his head.
"Emlyn White, the immortal ancestor Lilith, greets you."