Looting the Aurora Order
Luther climbed the steps, leaving the dark Temple and arriving at the ground floor of the building.
Several waiters dressed in black robes were already standing in place, waiting. They had originally served Mr. A, and now their eyes were gleaming with a pale golden light. After infiltrating the building, Luther first Hypnosis them before going underground with peace of mind.
By this time, everyone in the building was under his control.
"Show me this house."
He said this to the Hypnosis waiter.
The waiter obediently led the way, showing him the various rooms in the house. The first floor consisted of small rooms, the waiters' cramped living quarters, the kitchen, the bathroom, and so on. Mr. A's room was on the second floor. As soon as Luther Door Opening, a strong stench of blood wafted into his nostrils.
The entire room then came into view.
The windows facing out were blocked by heavy curtains, making the room dimly lit. The spacious room contained only a few simple pieces of furniture: a bed, a chair, and a bedside table. Against the wall stood a heavy, sturdy safe.
On the wall directly opposite the bed hangs a small inverted Cross, on which hangs a naked Giant.
Luther frowned, looking at the room with disgust. If it were just an inverted Cross on the wall, it wouldn't have made him look like that. What really bothered him was that there was an absolutely abnormal phenomenon in the entire room.
--Blood-red words.
Crimson, crooked handwriting densely covered the walls and floors, occupying every blank surface. The words were chaotic and disordered, yet they were constantly praising and extolling the True Creator.
The intense sense of madness was conveyed through the words, and he could imagine the corresponding scenes: on countless blood-red nights, Mr. A would bite his fingers in a frenzy, muttering Degeneration prayers while writing wildly on the walls, not caring even as the Flesh on his fingers was worn away.
"Lunatic."
Luther said coldly and walked into the room.
He found a bandage on Mr. A's bed, with fine metal barbs and bloodstains.
Ascetic's Belt.
This is a tool that uses physical pain to enhance mental concentration. When tightly bound to the thigh, the metal barbs pierce the skin and flesh, causing intense pain whenever the wearer moves.
This pain is far too mild.
Luther shook his head.
He searched the room but found nothing of value, and finally his gaze fell on the sturdy safe.
Do you know the password?
He asked the waiter behind him.
Several waiters, their eyes gleaming with a faint golden light, shook their heads blankly.
It seems I'll have to open it myself.
"Boom!"
Luther conjured Sword of Lava with his palm and slowly pierced the tip of this blazing and sharp longsword into the safe. He didn't pierce it too far in, worried that the high-temperature sword might damage the valuables inside.
"Laugh--"
The safe made a soft creaking sound, and smoke billowed out. Luther carefully moved the blade along the edge, cutting the safe door completely off. This thick safe might be able to stop ordinary people and low-level extraordinary individuals, but it was a bit insufficient for him.
Luther gripped the handle, about to remove the door, but suddenly stopped, as if sensing something.
He thought for a moment, then cut off a piece of Flesh to make a crimson wall that stood in front of him before slowly taking down the door.
"Call!"
Sure enough, as soon as the safe door was opened, a cloud of crimson Fog immediately gushed out, only to be blocked by the Flesh wall, producing a sizzling sound. Luther manipulated the wall to gather and close inward, finally enveloping all the Fog within the chunks of flesh.
Only after he finished doing all that did he have time to look inside the safe.
Then Luther was somewhat disappointed.
Inside the two-tiered safe, only the second tier contained stacks of cash, a few land deeds, and four or five pieces of jewelry. The first tier was empty, with only a faint trace of its presence, suggesting that extraordinary materials or Sealed Artifact had once been stored there.
"Where are the things on top?"
He asked the waiter.
"He was taken away by His Your Excellency the Saint."
A waiter said in a dazed tone, "Those will be counted as Mr. A's contributions to the organization."
Was he taken away by that Saint Tenebrous?
Luther sighed inwardly at the pity, then reached into the safe and took out everything without hesitation. The cash banknotes were of various denominations, totaling over 3,000 pounds, while the land deeds were evenly distributed across several districts of Backlund. As for the value of the jewelry, it was impossible to estimate at the moment.
How shabby!
Luther couldn't help but think, "They're not as rich as me."
Even without considering today's earnings, he already had more cash on hand than that.
Let's do a quick calculation:
He received over £400 as payment for saving Miss Audrey at the hospital;
Sold the Main Ingredient Sequence 8 "Sheriff" for £540;
The bounty for killing the Devil Dog is £1,000.
The reward for rescuing Princess Sophia of Feysac was £3,000. In addition, there was Miss Audrey's hiring offer, the gang's thanks, and other miscellaneous expenses, totaling over £5,000.
With today's earnings, his total cash balance has now reached over £8,000.
Even in the wealthy and prosperous Backlund, this was a huge sum of money!
However, even such a huge sum of money is insignificant compared to the value of high-level Potion. According to the Queen, the Beyonder Characteristic of Sequence 5 alone can fetch 8,000 to 10,000 pounds, while Sequence 4 is practically invaluable.
Let's put the purchase plan on the agenda first, and then slowly look for other options while dealing with "Shepherd".
He thought to himself.
After that, Luther temporarily left the house, leaving behind only the waiter he had controlled to maintain the illusion that "everything Aurora Order." In a few days, he would still be hosting the gatherings under Mr. A's disguise.
But before that, he had more important things to do.
Tomorrow is Monday, Three o'clock in the afternoon, the Fool will be pulling himself into the Gray Fog to participate in the Tarot Club. He must test it beforehand to see if the method M provided works.
Luther returned to his current residence, the safe house that gang leader Ciel had "enthusiastically" provided. It was a townhouse located at the border of the East Borough and the Cherwood Borough, and it was even larger than 6 Daffodil Street. Moreover, since it was in Backlund, the price was correspondingly higher.
However, Luther no longer cared about the condition of the house. He simply Door Opening indifferently, walked through the empty living room, and returned to his room.
"Come out."
As he called out, M's illusory figure quietly appeared.
"Shall we begin now?"
She asked.
After receiving Luther's affirmative answer, M began to act. She gently walked up to Luther, hugged his head, and inserted her illusory hands into his head.
"Ugh!"
Luther couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, feeling his spirit trembling.
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