Lord of the Mysteries v5c48

Chapter 48 Prelude
At 7 Pinster Street, Leonard, who had just returned home to attend the Tarot party, went to the bottom of St. Samuel's Church to read the materials and prepare for the night's soothing action. Suddenly, he saw the messenger with four blonde heads and long, gloomy skirts.
—— As a "requiem master", he has been able to see spiritual beings directly.
After receiving the letter from Klein, Leonard did not have time to say thank you. Renette Tinicole turned around and went into the void without stopping.
"... Old man, why does Klein have such a level of messenger? This is the welfare of the dependents? Leonard could not help lowering his voice and asking about Paris Zarathustra.
At first, he had fantasized that this was the standard configuration for members of the Tarot Club, but later he found that he thought too much about it.
The voice of Paris Zarathustra, a slightly old voice, gave a quick hey:
"It should belong exclusively to Klein Moretti. Everyone has a special chance, doesn't he? Even if it's you, isn't it?
"Ha-ha, I thought you would describe Him with the word 'incomplete angel'. As a result, it was changed to 'messenger of this level'. Yes, remember my reminder."
Leonard skimmed his lips, unfolded his letter paper and read it.
"Indeed, it is the family of secret and destiny..." With Leonard's eyes, Paris Zarathustra swept the beginning quickly.
Leonard did not look at the ground. He stepped back and threw himself into the arms of the sofa. Then he said:
"Klein can see through the theft and substitution of fate... Then we don't have to rush to search for semi-divine objects in the way of the 'thieves'.
"You're in a hurry, and you don't know where to search." Paris gave a sudden sneer.
Even for the gathering of the hermits of fate, similar items may appear only once in several years, and the next gathering will be at the end of the year.
Leonard couldn't find a word to answer for a moment, so he had to look at the latter two paragraphs.
After a brief silence, he chuckled:
"I've always wondered where Klein came from when facing Mega-Oss and thought it was from the Dead Governor, but I don't quite understand what an angel in the field of death collects the high-level charms in the field of the Sun. Do you commit suicide? Now, at last, I understand.
"Old man, I haven't held'3-0782'. Why don't you find a drop of 'eternal hot sun' hidden in it? If you could steal some power ahead of time, you would not, would not..."
Leonard was going to laugh at the old man, but he was silent.
Paris Zarathustra sighed in his mind.
"If that drop of divine blood could be found casually, the variant sun badge would not be in Tingen."
Leonard paused for a few seconds and then asked:
"Then how can I find the chance to get the emblem and make the Yangyan charm?"
Although Klein said it easily in his letter, Leonard knew that it was not an easy thing to do, because he was no longer a "night watchman" in Tingen, and even if he went back to visit his former colleagues and teammates, he was not eligible to enter the Chanis men.
Hearing his question, Paris Zarathustra said unhappily:
"This little thing comes to me and asks me, you don't think about it yourself?"
Leonard coughed uncomfortably, mobilized his brain cells, and began to look for ways to do it carefully.
"I am acting alone now, but the Archbishop has given me the power to draw local 'night watchers' from the areas involved.
"Well, if all these souls of Backlund have been pacified, but I haven't completely digested the magic potion, can I move to other parishes?
"At this time, if there happens to be a ghost incident in Tingen, then I can reasonably go back and select two 'night watchers' and use'3-0782'..."
When Leonard finished talking to himself, Paris Zarathustra laughed.
"That's OK. So soon I found my way of thinking.
"But have you ever thought that you are going to pacify, not purify, which contradicts the use of `3-0782', and is easily suspicious?"
Leonard, who was affirmed, laughed immediately:
"Don't you understand, old man?" When I first joined the "Night Watchers" team, there was an education in which you had the ability to purify the premise that pacification can achieve the best results.
"The Great Roselle also said that solving problems requires a stick and a carrot."
Paris Zarathustra snapped:
"Do as you say, of course, if you can accomplish the tasks given by Anthony Stevenson in a week or two, and if you haven't got the "Yangyan" bullet by the time the campaign to clear Amund officially arrives, that's not necessary."
Leonard recalled the list of tasks that had been filled with several sheets of paper, and his forehead jerked.
He immediately forced himself to forget the trouble and muttered in his heart:
"I don't know when the task of punishing that bloodline will begin...
"I don't know if the blood clan has a semi-divine seal on the way of the "thieves"...
"Temporary dream world... I can make it myself. I can find opportunities to make spells. But can this level of power resist the erosion of the darkness of God's Abandoned Land?
...
Joewood District, in a house.
Holding a novel, Firth sat on the sofa and watched Sue walk into the hall and put on his outgoing boots.
"Don't be in such a hurry. That gentleman didn't release the investigation mission so quickly." At last, Fowles could not hold back his doubts and began to speak.
Sue glanced at her.
"I'm a bounty hunter. I have other tasks."
At this point, she paused and hesitated and said:
"Forrest, do you think Miss Justice is very similar, Miss Audrey?"
It took him several seconds to recover, and he waved his hand unconsciously, laughing and laughing.
"How can it be..."
As she spoke, similarities flashed through her mind and her eyes widened.
After a while, she whispered:
"It's not impossible.
"Audience Way, Psychological Alchemy, Miss Aristocracy, Blonde Hair and Blue Eyes... Among the nobles I know, she is the only one who qualifies... Of course, there are more nobles I don't know, and even those I know won't let me know if they are related to psychoalchemy..."
Quietly listen to your good friend's words and think for a while.
"Forrest, do you remember the tasks Miss Audrey entrusted to us? I thought it was from Count Hall. Now think about it, maybe from, uh, the party...
"And how do we know the honorable name of Mr. Fool? Do you remember? Books borrowed from Viscount Glaint! There's an old piece of paper hidden in its cover!"
Forsyth nodded suddenly:
"We can see that Miss Audrey, who is a good friend of Viscount Glaint, may also find out! That explains why she joined the party...
"Well." Hugh agreed with Firth's guess.
Fowles opened his mouth and was about to say something more. Suddenly, he remembered the unsuccessful attempt to monitor the blood clan. He took a quick, vigilant look around him.
"Hugh, we usually discuss as little as possible about the party.
"Miss Audrey's side, uh, we'll meet once a week or two, and then we'll see."
Take a break and be alert.
"Good!"
She then opened the door and went all the way to a bar in the East Side, where she sat at the bar.
Knocking on the table, she said to the bartender who raised her head:
"What's new today?"
The bartender briefly talked about it but did not say who was investigating a man named Ernest Boyar.
Sure enough, we have to wait till tomorrow and the day after tomorrow... Hugh looked around, took back his eyes, and opened his mouth with a little doubt and concern.
"I haven't seen Sherman for a long time. Do you know where he went?"
It was a young man who thought he should be a woman and was one of Hugh's informants.
The bartender heed and said:
"Maybe he ran away with some man. You know, as long as a man likes him, he's always happy."
"It's not something to be discriminated against." Hugh retorted earnestly, somewhat worried.
She stretched out her hands and jumped off the high stool, ready to go elsewhere where Sherman was active.
...
Backlund Bridge area, Tiemen Street, "Brave" Bar.
Emlyn lowered his hat, pinched his nose, passed through the mixed-smelling crowd, and found Ian with red eyes in a card room.
"What's going on this time, Mr. White?" Ian laughed and led Emlyn to the empty billiards room.
Emlyn took off his hat and muttered:
"One small thing, to help me publish a commission to bounty hunters, is to track a man named Ernest Boyar and figure out his daily course of action, the bounty, 100 pounds."
"100 pounds?" Ian asked subconsciously.
As far as tracking and investigating this kind of thing is concerned, 100 pounds is a very exaggerated reward. You know, if a bounty hunter can accomplish this task alone, he can rest for a year, even if he wants to support his family!
Emlyn nodded.
"Targets are dangerous."
After the discussion at the Tarot meeting, he has now come to the conclusion that tracking Ernest Boyar is an absolutely easy task - the blood Viscount will certainly pretend not to have discovered it and deliberately give a fixed course of action.
Therefore, the 100 pounds is actually a reward for Miss Trial to join in the joint action at the risk of exposure. Of course, in order to mislead and cover up, it is certain that many bounty hunters will have completed part of the work and received different amounts of compensation, and Emlyn can only guarantee that Miss Trial will get the most.
"That's it." Ian reached out comprehensively. "Prepaid, specific address, degree of danger, facial features, if there is a portrait, it's better."
Emlyn then gave 30 pounds in cash and information about Ernest Boyar's portrait.
"Red eyes?" Ian turned over the paper in his hand and blurted out.
"Yes." Emlyn nodded slightly, looked left and right, and lowered his voice. "There's one more thing, help me collect clues from members of the Rose School in Backlund."
"... The Rose School?" Ian was shocked, puzzled and asked, as if he had never heard of the name.