Cons, Welcome Back

Although he knew some information about the Blood Bishop, Cons did not tell the captain about it.

First, his bloodline was still under that person's control, and the other party could cast Curse on him at any time; second, after what happened yesterday, he had become somewhat hesitant about his work and no longer took it so seriously. More than that, he wanted to see his family.

It's normal to be tired.

Levi glanced at him, seemingly noticing something different about him. The previous Cons had been incredibly proactive, diligently searching for clues, but today this guy seemed somewhat similar to himself, possessing a kind of earnest, perfunctory beauty.

"Once we finish this little bit of work, we can go home."

He said it casually.

"OK."

Cons didn't react strongly, turning back to wipe up the remaining crumbs on the floor. Actually, after the Group Two arrived, they mostly did odd jobs; the main investigation work was still taken care of by the Group One.

Cons meticulously swept the floor inch by inch, collecting any suspicious items into bags for safekeeping.

The members of Group One simply stood there, ignoring him despite seeing him, and continued their loud conversation. They had an inflated sense of self-importance and treated Group Two like menial laborers.

"Therefore, I think that the [Blood Bishop] most likely used Beyonder Item from the Secrets Suppliant Pathway, and that he himself is from another Sequence."

One of them said it with an air of seriousness.

You guessed wrong, you idiot.

Cons thought to himself, a secret sense of satisfaction rising within him. After all, unlike these self-righteous fellows, he had actually seen the [Blood Bishop] in person. But he couldn't just throw this information in their faces, so although he wanted to refute it, he kept his head down and continued his "wiping" work.

After working for a while longer, he had a pretty good grasp of the room. Cons got up and went downstairs, leaving those people and their empty conversations behind.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Levi still had that lazy look, but he was carrying several bags in his hands, and seemed to be doing his work very seriously.

"You did a good job. Leave the rest to me."

He said to Cons.

"Oh? Mr. Levi, isn't this inappropriate?"

Cons was taken aback.

"Haven't you been saying you wanted to see your family since earlier? I'll give you a day off to go see them."

Levi had already noticed that something was wrong with Constance, but he just assumed that Cons had something on his mind and that talking to his family would make him feel better.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Levi."

Cons said gratefully.

"No need to thank me. You have a day off tomorrow, so don't come over. Oh, and you have your routine guard duty at the Upper Parliament the day after tomorrow, so remember to be there on time."

"OK!"

Cons nodded, handed the bag containing the evidence and tools to his captain, and excitedly walked out of the mansion.

Having survived a life-or-death crisis, he Consciousness what he should cherish most: a serious talk with his father, mother, and brother. He had a premonition that this conversation would change him, perhaps even altering the course of his life.

As a nobleman, his home was also in Empress Borough, and it only took a few minutes to arrive by carriage.

He pushed open the door and entered, eager to share his thoughts with his family.

His family was waiting for him in the living room.

Welcome back, Cons.

His father, Viscount Leerhsen, smiled as he spoke to him, holding the heads of his mother and brother in his hands. Accompanied by melodious music, he placed the two heads on a plate. The spotless white porcelain plate made the blood seeping from the two heads appear even more vivid and crimson.

Cons's expression froze.

He saw that his mother still had a loving smile on her face, and his brother was still mature and steady. Their headless bodies were still sitting on either side of the dining table, dressed in proper uniforms and elegant gowns, as if the heads on the plates in front of them were just insignificant decorations.

Cons could hardly believe his eyes. He opened his mouth, and finally spoke in Distortion, low voice:

"Father! What are you doing!"

Was his father, Leerhsen, the culprit behind all this, insane?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so abrupt."

However, the latter simply shook his head regretfully, "I just suddenly took on a commission, and the reward offered was just too high."

Just as Cons was incredulous, feeling like he was dreaming, he suddenly heard the other person speak again:

"Oh, right, Cons, there's one more thing. I'm actually not your father."

In Luther's own house in the East Borough.

The Virtual Personality automatically disintegrated upon returning from the Gray Fog, transforming into pure memories that flooded into Luther's mind. He sorted through these memories and instantly understood what had happened in that Gray Fog.

"[The Sun] promised to negotiate with the Chief in gratitude. Ouroboros successfully crafted a Beyonder Item from the lingering aura of the temple. The assassination of Duke Negan has a deeper conspiracy."

In addition, there was the [Magician] who ate an extra portion of Characteristic and asked for help, and the others teaching [Sun] to learn Hermes, etc. The former made him understand more deeply the law of conservation of Beyonder Characteristic.

Is there any good news?

M's figure quietly emerged.

"Have."

Luther gave a brief reply, then deftly began to pull out candles, preparing for the Ritual, "Make me a Virtual Personality again."

The extraordinary item has been sold. Miss Justice told him that she would immediately send the cash via Sacrificial Ritual upon her return, and that Luther should be prepared to accept it.

M, following his instructions, created Virtual Personality for him that could bypass the Tide and connect with [The Fool].

Luther prepared the altar, created Wall of Spirituality with Ritual dagger, then cut his finger and used his blood as paint to draw half Pupil-less Eye and half Contorted Lines —the Sacred Emblem representing Mr. Fool.

"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era."

After reciting the Fool's Honorific Name in Hermes, he immediately switched to Ancient Hermes and continued, "Your faithful servant begs for your attention, begs you to accept his offerings, begs you to open the gates of your kingdom."

"Waaah--"

The Gale, formed from Spirituality energy, raged within the walls, causing excruciating pain that cut the skin. Luther paid no heed to this; his gaze remained fixed on the illusory gate that had appeared before him.

"Splash!"

As the illusory door opened, glittering golden objects poured out and piled up on the table. Besides these, there were stacks of banknotes.

Both coins and banknotes are available.

Luther quickly counted the money and confirmed it was indeed 1800 pounds. The other 200 pounds had already been given to the Hanged Man, who would then pass it on to the Artisan.

As for the commission from [The Hanged Man], his idea was to have Luther keep it directly as payment for the "Wind-blessed" Potion recipe and Main Ingredient later, saving Mr. Fool the trouble of Door Opening multiple times.

Unbeknownst to him, a new conspiracy was brewing in Empress Borough at that very moment.