Mr. A Was Different Today

"Mr. Levi, what kind of hidden story do you think there might be behind this?"

Cons couldn't help but ask.

He initially just found it strange, but after hearing what the other person said, he also discovered many problems behind the matter. The Ninth Bureau members who inexplicably appeared at the Capim Mansion, the superior who seemed to be concealing key information, and the undercurrents in the office.

Soon, Cons recalled some recent anomalies within the Ninth Bureau. He and Levi belonged to Group Two, which was mainly responsible for security; while Group One, which was directly under the Major's command, was usually quite idle, but lately it had been frequently mobilized, with many members not in their offices all day.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Levi glanced at him and said calmly, "Remember, curiosity killed the cat. Especially in our profession, we need to understand this. We're just following orders, doing what we're supposed to do, and maintaining restraint."

"One of my former bosses met a tragic end because he knew too much and refused to play dumb. Not only was he sentenced to death, but his family's honor was also Deprivation, and he lost his noble status."

Levi looked directly into Cons's eyes, his words calm yet carrying a warning.

MI9 is subordinate to the Royal Family and often has access to high-level secrets. In such situations, feigning ignorance is the best option.

". OK."

Suppressing his confusion, Cons followed Levi and walked around the place where the "Desire Apostle" had died.

Because it had snowed yesterday, and the snow had melted and then frozen again, most of the traces at the scene had disappeared, and only a faint smell of blood could be detected.

"Alright, the report will just say 'Severely damaged scene, no obvious clues,'" Levi muttered, crouching down to examine the remaining red stains on the road before straightening up. "Exploration complete, we can go back now."

Is that all?

Cons was dumbfounded.

"Mr. Levi, this is way too fast!"

He couldn't help but say it.

"Yes, you're right. Going back like this would seem too perfunctory." Levi for a moment and nodded seriously. "Then let's stay outside a little longer. There's a bar nearby that I frequent; I'll take you there for a drink."

After saying that, he changed direction and walked towards the other end of the street.

"This"

Cons was stunned.

His aristocratic reserve made him feel he shouldn't go to a vulgar bar, but at the same time, aristocratic etiquette required him to cooperate with his superior's actions. He hesitated for a moment, but finally took a step forward to catch up with Levi ahead.

Fortunately, Levi hadn't gone too far. When Cons turned the corner, he saw Reeves chatting with a group of people. These people were dressed in priestly robes with patterns of lightning and Storm painted on their cuffs.

Mandated Punishers!

"So, have you got any leads?"

The Mandated Punishers seemed to be an old acquaintance of Levi, asking in a familiar tone.

"No."

Levi shook his head. "I'm planning to examine the body this afternoon."

"If you discover anything, please share it with us. We will also keep you updated."

The Mandated Punishers said this, exchanged a few more polite words with Levi, and then led the team away.

Cons watched the departing figures of the Mandated Punishers, a sense of surprise welling up within him.

Are the Church of Storms members also investigating the [Blood Bishop]?

That's right. It seems that during the Kaping Case, the first person to arrive at the scene was our director, and the second person to arrive was the Cardinal of the Church of Storms, His Your Excellency "Spellsinger of God".

Cons seemed lost in thought.

At this moment, he suddenly

A bold idea came to mind:

Could it be that we're just a smokescreen to appease the Church of Storms, and the members of Group One are actually the main force carrying out the investigation?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. That's why the Major casually arranged the investigation team, not expecting them to bring any intelligence. All they needed to do was show up here so that the people of the Church of Storms could see them!

As for why the Ninth Bureau deceived the Church of Storms...

"What are you still standing there for? Let's go."

Levi called out, interrupting his thoughts.

Cons looked up, recalling the other person's earlier reminder, shook his head, and quickly followed.

Inside a house in Empress Borough.

"Let's begin."

Luther sat on the sofa in the living room, looked around, and then spoke calmly.

"As you wish, Mr. A."

The people present bowed respectfully to him and said something.

Using the "Faceless's" ability to disguise himself, Luther, with a near-perfect face of Mr. A, impersonated him to host the party. Several Flesh Puppet, disguised as waiters, wandered around the living room, accepting notes handed to them by the participants.

A waiter stood next to a small blackboard, took a slip of paper from another waiter, and copied the request onto the blackboard.

Looking to purchase a single horn of Ghost Horned Horse; price negotiable.

Explore the abandoned Ancient Castle outside the city and find teammates.

"Exorcism request."

"I want to learn about some of the Concealment history of the Fourth Epoch."

Occasionally, a request would be accepted, and the person would be led by a waiter to a private room for the transaction, at which point the message on the blackboard would be erased by the waiter. At the very top of the blackboard, a line of Loenese was written in large, conspicuous characters:

Looking to buy Roselle's Secret Notebook at a reasonable price.

--The signature is an "A" character.

That's right, Luther, using Mr. A's name, openly sought Roselle's diary at the party.

Including this one, he has already held three parties, and so far no one has realized that he has replaced Mr. A. When the purchase notice was first issued, people were also puzzled, and some even speculated about Mr. A's purpose in doing so. But soon, at the second party, someone brought four pages of notes in exchange for £20 in cash.

Unfortunately, what was written there was all about Roselle's youth, including his interactions with his maid, attending aristocratic gatherings, and his relationships with noble ladies and wives. It can only be said that the atmosphere in Intis was indeed open, and Roselle himself was quite adventurous.

Meanwhile, in the audience...

Audrey looked at Mr. A above with a strange expression.

There's no way around it; when you find someone who was supposed to be dead suddenly appearing in front of you, it's hard not to lose your composure.

According to what she learned at the Tarot Club, Mr. A had been killed by Mr. Temperance. However, she learned from others that Mr. A's parties were still going on as usual. She struggled with confusion and surprise for a while before finally deciding to come and see for herself.

As soon as Audrey entered, she saw the words "Request to purchase Roselle's Notes" written on the blackboard.

The "Mr. A" who didn't die suddenly started asking for Roselle's Secret Notebook. The truth is simple: Mr. A has been replaced, and his true identity is now Mr. Temperance, Kafka Anderson!

"Mr. A seems a bit different today."

Hugh, who had come with her, shook his head, looking puzzled.