"In this way, I had to leave there. I couldn't really stay in any place, and it might also affect my friend and make him lose the wealth he had finally obtained."
Lumian took another sip of the emerald green absinthe.
Bar owner Pavard Nissen put down the glass in his hand and said with emotion: "This is really pitiful."
Lumian smiled: "Okay, I've finished my story, should you buy me a drink?"
Pawar, who was wearing an artist's ponytail, was stunned.
It was almost early in the morning, and Charlie, wearing a black coat, left the basement bar of the Golden Rooster Hotel and returned to his rented apartment.
On the autumn night, the wind was very comfortable, not making people shiver, but also cooling the body and mind as if they were being washed. Charlie couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"Shit, what drunkard peed everywhere again?" The smell in the wind ruined Charlie's mood.
At this moment, he saw a figure emerging from the darkness ahead.
The figure had blond hair with black in it, bright and sharp blue eyes, and a handsome and masculine face. He was clearly Charles Dubois.
You haven't left Trier yet? Charlie felt happy and was about to ask.
Almost at the same time, he noticed that Ciel's expression was extremely gloomy, and there seemed to be a storm brewing in his eyes.
Charlie was startled, his mind was spinning, and he instinctively said: "I, I want to inform you..."
Before he finished speaking, Lumian walked up to him, raised his right fist, and slapped him in the face.
The punch was quite forceful, and golden light spots suddenly appeared in Charlie's vision. His body tilted and he staggered back a few steps as if he could not maintain his balance.
Lumian said with a gloomy face: "Because of our past friendship, I won't kill you this time."
After saying that, he, wearing a dark jacket, turned around and walked towards the side alley without street lights.
Charlie covered his red and swollen face, looked at Charles's back gradually disappearing into the darkness, and said anxiously and angrily: "But I can't find you! How do I notify you that you are wanted?"
Lumian did not respond to him and disappeared into the alley.
Charlie, who was standing there, couldn't help but cursed when he saw this.
He was both angry and a little aggrieved by being wronged: Why did this man suddenly become so unreasonable?
It's not my fault that you are wanted, I tried my best to help!
I am just a small employee, and what I can do is very limited!
The next morning, Charlie had just taken the meat pie and sat down at his office on the ground floor of St. Robles Church. Before he could make a cup of coffee, he saw Deacon Angoulême in a brown double-breasted coat walking up to him.
"Good morning, deacon." Charlie stood up and greeted him in a flattering manner.
Angouleme glanced at the bruises on the left side of his face: "What's wrong? Were you beaten?"
"No, no, hit, hit the statue!" Charlie suddenly became nervous and waved his right hand and said, "You may not believe how crazy those bastards can be when they are drunk. Some people will shout to overthrow the government, and some will
Some people thought the things they vomited were delicious food, while others moved such heavy statues to the corner, and I bumped into them without paying attention."
Angoulême stared at the civil servant and said in a calm tone:
"Your lies are clumsy. Do you still remember that the contract you signed included a clause stating that important matters must not be concealed?"
Charlie's expression suddenly froze, and after slurring his lips for a while, he stammered:
"Yes, it was Charles. Charles Dubois beat me up. He may have resented me for not notifying him in advance that he would be wanted by us."
Angoulême listened in silence and said after two seconds:
"Very good, these are qualified 'Purifier' civilian personnel.
"Where did you meet him?"
"Outside the Golden Rooster Hotel, outside the first alley toward Market Avenue." Charlie replied nervously and worriedly.
After Angoulême asked for a few more details, he said to Charlie: "Because the true situation of Charles Dubois exceeded our expectations, we reviewed all the files related to him and found that you have a close relationship with him.
I also discovered that he was involved in the extraordinary case of Susanna Mattis, and after putting him into that case, I can clearly see that you concealed many details."
Hearing the deacon's words, Charlie's whole body tensed up, and dense cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"I, I..." He didn't know what to say, as if he had already seen his own tragic end.
At this time, Angoulême took the initiative and asked: "Did Charles force you to hide it?"
"No, it's not forced." Charlie replied subconsciously, then quickly added, "He asked for it."
"As expected, it was what he asked for." Angoulême nodded lightly and turned to ask about every detail of the Susanna Mattis incident.
Charlie, whose psychological defenses had been broken, told the "Purifier" deacon everything he could remember.
After he finished speaking, Angoulême said seriously:
"For someone like you who concealed the true details of a case and became a civilian employee of the Purifier, normally, even if you are not thrown into prison, you will be fired immediately..."
Although Charlie had expected such a treatment, when he actually heard it, he still felt as if he had been hit hard on the head by a wooden stick, his body was shaking, and he was about to lose his balance.
Before he could make his final plea, Angoulême changed the subject: "But you have performed very well in the past few months. You are diligent and study hard, and it seems that you have not betrayed information to Charles.
Let him resent you for it.
"As the deacon of the Market District Tribunal, I feel that we cannot push a person who has worked hard to climb out of the abyss back and destroy his last hope. Since you did not make any substantial mistakes after becoming a 'Purifier' civil servant, you and Susanna.
What happened to Matisse is also true, so if I give you another chance, I can't push you out and wait for Charles to kill you, or the benefactor of the 'Mother Tree of Desire' comes to find you again, right?
"You have been fired, but you can still intern here, and your salary is adjusted back to the level of an intern for six months. During these six months, if you perform well and make no more mistakes, you can rejoin, otherwise you will get out immediately.
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"To put it simply, the punishment given to you is to stay in the team for probation for six months."
After listening to the deacon's words, Charlie felt like he had fallen into hell and been pulled back to heaven with great joy.
While thanking him frantically, he sat back down as if all his strength had been exhausted.
After watching Angoulême leave, Charlie's mind was in a mess, with many scenes flashing through his mind.
After a few seconds, he raised his right hand and slapped himself.
He said to himself rather annoyed and regretful: "I was bragging in the bar last night, saying that Charles and I were friends who had experienced life and death..."
….….
Not long after returning to his office, Angoulême received a telegram.
That came from the Church of Saint-Vieve, from Plessy Descartes, who was in charge of the diocese of Trier.
The cardinal asked Angoulême to go to the Saint-Vieve church and talk to him if he had any questions.
Church of Saint-Vieve.
After spiraling up the splendid staircase to the area near the dome, there is a small room, which is one of the places closest to the sun in Trier.
Cardinal Plessy, wearing a white robe with gold thread, stays here all year round, bathed in the holy light.
He is an old man with high cheekbones and white blond hair. His temperament is not serious, but he has a light that makes people unable to look directly, so that there is abnormally no shadow in the whole room.
"Although you were unable to deal with the disaster the night before yesterday due to various accidents and interruptions in intelligence, you showed very high quality in terms of grasping key information and follow-up arrangements. In the previous year,
"More, we have not ignored your various performances in the market area." Plessy said kindly.
"Praise the sun!" Angoulême opened his arms and gave glory to the Lord.
Plessy became increasingly satisfied: "Based on the current situation and the foreseeable future, we plan to form three more 'Purifier' teams directly under the Trier Diocese to flexibly handle various extraordinary events."
Having said this, the cardinal gave a rare smile: "You have indeed been too busy in the past six months, and you seem to be complaining privately about not having any rest time. Don't blame yourself. This is a normal human reaction. Become a member of the Diocese of Trier
After being assigned to the team directly under the team, they should be very free at ordinary times and only have to deal with those cases that the 'purifiers' in each district cannot handle or have no time to handle.
"Of course, this also means danger, and you have to be aware of that.
"Francois, Sequence 4 is the node of qualitative change. There are still many people in the Inquisition waiting to become saints. If you want to surpass them, you must make outstanding contributions. The first step is to become a deacon of the team directly under the archdiocese.
The second step is to accumulate contributions and take charge of a certain sacred object, and the third step is to wait for the opportunity.
"Do you want to be the deacon? I respect your wishes."
The power of mobility... handles cases that the "Purifiers" in each district cannot handle... You should really be free at ordinary times, how can there be so many big things... I don't know if the doomsday prophecy spoken by "Gandalf" is true
False, but it is always right to improve oneself... Angoulême thought for a while and said: "Your Excellency, Cardinal, your will is my will."
Plessy smiled slightly and said: "As a deacon, you are responsible for selecting the members of the team."
"Yes, Your Excellency Cardinal." Angoulême opened his arms and praised the sun again.
After returning to the underground of St. Robles Church, he called the mixed-race Imre into the office and told his subordinate about the team directly under the Trier Diocese.
"Will you follow me?" asked Angoulême.
Imre smiled and said: "This means that I can move up the ranks and get a higher salary?"
"I'm OK!"
After agreeing, the mixed-race man asked: "Who will we choose again?"
Angoulême was silent for more than ten seconds and said: "Don't ask people like Valentine who have wives and children. Ask the single team members."
"Being directly affiliated with the squad is both an honor and a danger."
Having said this, Angoulême sighed softly and said: "Which 'purifier' with a happy family doesn't want to see their children grow up and spend more time with their wives? Let us single guys do it.