Amidst the faint crashing sound of the waves, the footsteps of the two people echoed in the entrance passage of the mausoleum. The sounds kept adding up, but disappeared among the black stones.
Soon, Anne stopped. In front of her were collapsed rocks and soil. The soil had a special color, as if mixed with the remnants of high explosives. The gravel also had traces of Holy Flame burning. After hundreds of years, it still had a faint sacred aura.
"After his death in the White Maple Palace, Church of Steam and Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun teamed up to find eight tombs located around the world and destroyed them. This is one of them."
Bernadette behind her slowly approached, murmured, and stretched out her hand to press on the collapse in front. As the rumbling sound continued, the gravel and soil moved to both sides, revealing a passage that was large enough for them to enter.
"It's been completely destroyed."
Without entering the narrow passage, Anne stood at the door and sensed everything.
Her golden eyes reflected everything inside. All the decorations and murals had been cleared away. It was as if the lower part of the Iron Throne prepared for the giant had melted in the high temperature and re-solidified into an abstract shape. The crown Distortion on the top of the backrest was deformed, and the patterns engraved on the surface were directly flattened by external forces.
But Anne could still feel a faint breath from it, which belonged to order and chaos, and belonged to Distortion's self-contained rules, which made her feel a little nostalgic in her heart.
"Any clues, Anne?"
Bernadette asked expectantly.
"There is still his aura, but the mausoleum itself is useless, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to push away those obstacles just now." Anne turned around, his eyes a little sad, "You should know that even if 'Black Emperor' dies,, will be resurrected in any mausoleum. The two major churches naturally know that they used Angel level power and some '0' level Sealed Artifact to destroy this place and destroy his hope of return."
"But they only destroyed eight, and the ceremony required nine!"
Bernadette retorted in a low voice, which was completely different from her usual publicity in front of her subordinates. She was a little reserved and a little rebellious.
"Furthermore, even if all nine mausoleums are destroyed, as long as no new 'Black Emperor' is born, as long as the new order he created during his lifetime is still there, and as long as there are still people who remember him, there will be a chance..."
Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally became like a gentle breeze blowing through a quiet passage.
"But first, we have to confirm that he indeed entered the ceremony to become a god and was not assassinated before that."
Anne replied calmly, no longer looking into the depths of the mausoleum, but turned around and walked out of the passage.
"Let's go to the next one."
Her voice didn't have much confidence... Bernadette sighed secretly and followed out of the narrow passage.
Outside the mausoleum, there is a blazing desert, extending to infinity in the back, but right next to the sea at your feet. Where the waves are surging, a huge black warship is parked quietly, completely unaffected by the wind and waves.
The mausoleum itself is attached to a stone mountain covered with gravel. The interior seems to be completely hollowed out. It is divided by a huge stone door tens of meters high, showing the difference between natural scenery and artificial structures.
The surface of the stone gate is covered with countless deep ravines, as if a giant had used a weapon to draw back and forth, destroying the exquisite reliefs above, but some structural diagrams belonging to the genius invention of Roselle can still be seen.
Rocks and gravel, the dark and cold interior of the mausoleum and the dry and hot beach, the tall entrance and narrow passages, form a Distortion design that contains certain patterns.
Early the next morning, Angel received 5,500 pounds from "Magician" Miss through "sacrifice" to Mr. Fool - 3,000 pounds belonged to the "Judge" feature, and 2,500 pounds was the additional entrustment reward paid by the other party.
Looking at the portrait of the lovely "Founder" William I on the ten-pound banknote, Angel felt that the corners of his mouth were grinning to his ears.
Sure enough, it is the most profitable to kill Beyonder and take away Beyonder Characteristic and Mystical Item... Of course, the same is true for accepting murder commissions, but both have a problem: there are not many evil Beyonder with bounties on their heads, and most of them are concentrated at sea, not in this bustling city.
Anyway, my savings finally returned to more than 10,000 pounds again... She did a little calculation and found that including today's income, she already had 12,500 pounds in cash. Excluding the next month's expenses to Female Butler Ms. Kayla at the end of the month, she could use 12,000 pounds.
It was time to find some investment projects and let the money appreciate naturally... She scratched her head and fell into new troubles.
Contrary to her original imagination, after contacting Backlund's factory owners, bankers and nobles, Angel discovered that most of the wealth of these rich people was not cash, gold and jewelry, or even bank bonds that could be discounted at any time, but stocks invested in various fields, or manors and factories across the country.
They cannot be sold for cash at any time, but they will gradually appreciate in value over time and become part of the worth of nobles and rich people.
In the upper class of Backlund, people who talk about how much money they have in the bank are like bumpkins from the countryside... Moreover, this investment method can effectively prevent nobles and factory owners from becoming direct targets of others. After all, you can't get much money by killing them, and stocks and real estate are difficult to "take away".
No wonder Demoness Sect has gradually evolved into the current way of making money. This can be regarded as the "choice of the times"... Angel sighed with emotion, left the bedroom, enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast under the service of the maid, and listened to the butler Ribak introduce today's itinerary and the list of people who need to visit.
"Miss, Mr. Dwayne Dantès's butler sent an invitation to invite you to the dance held at his house this Saturday night."
After helping her arrange her itinerary, Ribak took out an exquisite-looking invitation and said.
Coming!
Angel's expression remained unchanged, he raised the tea cup and took a sip, and asked calmly:
"Do you think I should participate?"
"Recently, the reputation of this businessman from Desi is not very good. There are rumors that even when he was lying in bed, he was thinking about, well, contacting women with different personalities..."
Ribak tactfully reminded his Mistress to be cautious in contact with the other party.
Isn't this Arrodes's "performance" that night? I didn't expect Bishop Electra to be a big talker and spread Klein's embarrassing story so quickly throughout the social circle... Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it was his butler, Male Servant who told it. Maybe it was to lower his reputation a little, but it was harmless and made it easier for people to feel close...
Angel recalled the social skills he had learned during this period, and judged that the reputation of "Dwayne Dantès" was not a problem, so he chuckled and answered:
"Reply a letter for me, saying that I will attend, and ask Ms. Kayla to prepare a suitable gift. It doesn't need to be too expensive, but it must be in line with his status... Who else is attending the ball?"
"Keira will prepare it for you. In addition, there should be a complete guest list on Wednesday. I will give it to you then."
Seeing that Angel had made up his mind, Ribak stopped talking and silently wrote down these needs, making sure that his master performed perfectly at the dance.
Of course, she could become the absolute focus of the ball just by her appearance... She secretly glanced at Miss Theresa's face, which was even more beautiful and alluring without applying makeup. Ribak couldn't help but sigh inwardly when she thought of the "ideal type" that Dantès was rumored to like.
Noticing his gaze, Angel was no longer as shy as when she first became a woman. She had gradually become accustomed to the lethal appearance of High Sequence Demoness, even if she deliberately suppressed Charm originated from Beyonder Ability. Based on her appearance alone, she is also confident that she can easily "put down" all the men she comes into contact with. This can be seen from the countless invitations to dinners, dances and salons she receives every day.
Ribak and Keira even complained that some visitors would secretly give them money when sending invitations, just to let them put the invitations in front of others. Of course, being able to tell your employer clearly means that they have rejected this temptation, which is a reflection of the professionalism of a housekeeper.
Moreover, they arrived a step too late...
Angel suddenly laughed, leaving Ribak in front of her and Aisha, the maid serving tea beside her, stunned.
Among Saint Samuel Cathedral and Great Prayer Hall, Klein, who had "recovered from a serious illness", still came here as usual to pray to Goddess and make the "dedication" of a believer.
I have spent hundreds of pounds here. Although it has built a reputation for generosity and brought me into contact with the power of the church, each donation of 50 pounds is really expensive...
He put three ten-pound notes and four five-pound notes into the donation box with great distress, and returned to his seat under the kind eyes of an unfamiliar bishop. He did not leave immediately, but squinted his eyes and looked forward as if he was resting.
At the end of his sight, there was an old man wearing a black clergy robe but with withered yellow hair. The latter was praying with his eyes closed, completely unaware of Klein's prying eyes.
This is Internal Watcher of "Chanis Gate". Klein has been secretly observing the other party for more than half a month and knows that he is on duty every Friday and is missing most of the rest of the time, just like a machine that hides in a corner and shuts down after completing its mission.
Only every Tuesday afternoon, he would come to the Prayer Hall to pray at this fixed time.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Klein activated the vision of "Spirit Body Threads", letting the black threads pouring out of other believers' bodies surround him.
During this, he noticed that Internal Watcher also had the same lines as ordinary people. They spread out and shot to infinity, but the focused position was not the "point" of other people, but a dark place in the body, like a black hole that swallowed everything.
Could it be that it was eroded by the seal of "Chanis Gate"... He subconsciously looked into the darkness, only to find that the old man had turned his head at some point, and his eyes with no pupils and the whites of his eyes were covered with the same black color were staring at him.
Found!
As soon as his left hand tightened, he would activate "Creeping Hunger" and use the newly acquired "Travel" ability to escape.
Suppressing his instinctive movements with an astonishing reaction, Klein squeezed out a smile and tried to muddle through, but the next second, he felt that the environment around him became blurry. The originally lively church was empty, and the benches on both sides were either broken or decayed.
Dream?
Suddenly attacked by "Nightmare", Klein calmed down. He looked at the ferocious face of Internal Watcher in front of him. Two pairs of deformed arms grew out of his ribs, and he lay on the ground. He saw the terrifying monster with eight legs, but he did not make any "Beyonder" reaction. Instead, he shouted, his steps were messy, and he hid everywhere in the Prayer Hall, like an ordinary person having a nightmare.
Soon, this nightmare was covered by a dark and cold breath. Klein closed and opened his eyes and found that he was back in the real Prayer Hall. The Internal Watcher did not look here, but was still bowing his head in prayer. There was nothing unusual about the believers around him. The bishop's sermon at the altar had just begun, and everything was peaceful and beautiful.
But something must have gone wrong with the watcher just now... Klein was thinking, and soon noticed that Bishop Electra entered from the side door and walked directly towards him.
If I were really exposed, it would be a whole team of "Nighthawks" or even "Red Gloves" instead of the bishop who is familiar with me...
He quickly figured this out, looked a little confused and scared, and took the initiative to tell Elektra about the nightmare he had, receiving comfort and blessings from the other party.
After the bishop left, Klein looked at the Internal Watcher again and found that he had also been taken away from the Prayer Hall by another bishop and headed to Underground Area.
It seemed like it was purely an accident. He subconsciously fought back because I touched Spirit Body Threads. Then he took the seal under the church as a sign that he was out of control. He quickly calmed down the incident and notified the bishop on duty... Fortunately, I handled it well and no abnormality was discovered. The whole matter was solved secretly.
Klein breathed a sigh of satisfaction and prepared to leave unhurriedly, disguising himself as a perfect "victim".
"Victim? You did it secretly? No, do you really think so? Have you forgotten that you made an oath in front of Goddess's Holy Artifact, and you have already received His attention?"
Suddenly, a sarcastic voice sounded in Klein's mind.
This voice belongs to him!