The Second Letter

After a friendly negotiation, Bilt Brando readily paid a total of £9,500 in cash and provided the esteemed Lady Luna with all the materials for the Sequence 8 "Clown" Potion free of charge. She had recently fully digested the "Seer's " Potion and could consider promotion.

Luther put away the money and materials, rejected Bilt's overtures, and left the bar alone, preparing to return to the hotel.

Walking down the street, his Spirituality was suddenly stirred. Looking up, he noticed that the crimson Moon in the sky had somehow turned into an eerie blood red.

Crimson Moon!

This seemingly random natural phenomenon remains unexplained in mysticism. However, as Luther's Sequence advanced, he gradually sensed danger, and the blood- Moon seemed to symbolize something ominous.

"Meow."

Luna's azure eyes reflected the Crimson Moon as she called out softly, alerting him to the situation.

Luther withdrew his gaze and felt a whistling wind in the void in front of him. Then a figure passed through the membrane and "squeezed" into the Real World. It was a tall woman wearing a black court dress. Her headless body was backlit by the blood-red Moon. She held four identical golden heads in her hands. Her face was bright and majestic, yet also eerie and terrifying.

Klein's messenger!

To be honest, seeing such a scene late at night is quite impactful.

"Yes." "Your..." "Letter..."

The Miss Messenger looked at Luther, and her three heads spoke in turn. Unfortunately, her fourth head missed the chance to speak because it was holding an envelope in its mouth.

"OK, thanks."

Klein sent another letter; it's probably news about "Red-haired Helene"... Come to think of it, that was quick.

Luther took the envelope and thanked him.

After the messenger handed over the letter, all four heads turned simultaneously to look at Luther in Luna's arms.

"Ha!"

Stared at like that, Luna's fur stood on end. Being Spirituality, it could naturally see the Miss Messenger, but it seemed unable to accept her appearance. It huddled in Luther's arms and breathed loudly at her.

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The messenger silently turned back, his expression seemingly calm but with a hint of regret.

Who told you to be in this state...?

Luther gently stroked Luna's back to Soothing. Then he looked at the messenger and spoke seriously:

"Madam, what did you sense from me?"

Other beings in the Spirit World were unwilling to communicate with him, and the "Red Light" spoke ambiguously and evasively. Perhaps he could obtain valuable information from this being with whom he could communicate.

"You have a strange smell on you..."

The tall lady was about to leave, but after hearing Luther's words, she turned back, left those words, and disappeared.

How can you describe Astral World energy as something like me not liking to shower...?

Luther thought to himself, but seeing that the other party had already left, he had no choice but to put the letter away.

He carried the now-calmed Luna and continued towards the hotel.

Behind him, the Crimson Moon hung high.

A secret room inside a church of the Church of Storms in Bayam, the "Generous City".

"The Storm is above."

Alger took the initiative to bow to the elderly man opposite him, who was dressed in a dark blue Clerical Robe. "Your Excellency, did you want to see me?"

"Praise the Storm."

The old man returned the greeting, looked Alger up and down, and said in a deep voice, "How many days have you been back?"

"Your Excellency, my crew and I returned to Bayam the day before yesterday after completing our voyage."

Alger said in a deep voice, his mind already pondering the meaning behind the other's words. Could it be that he was to be given a new mission, or had the plan to cooperate with [The World] to attack "Steel" been leaked...?

"The situation with the Navy has been a bit unusual lately."

The bishop's words cleared up his confusion. "Some Church members have reported that several naval ships that have set sail seem to have an extra person on board. Judging from their characteristics and behavior, they seem to be related to MI9."

MI9?

Alger's expression turned serious. The Great Smog Backlund hadn't cleared up for long, and the Church's investigation into the Royal Family was still ongoing in secret. At this time, the appearance of forces affiliated with the Royal Family at sea was bound to arouse their suspicion.

"Your next task is to track a naval ship, Record its movements, and see if there are any anomalies."

The bishop said, "Our Church cannot operate openly; such actions rely on forces like yours. Of course, if you are caught, do not say you have any connection to the Church."

You mean, you want me to use a sailboat to track a warship... Are you kidding me?

Even though his ship was Ghost Ship, it couldn't withstand the bombardment of naval guns!

"Yes."

Alger remained expressionless and bowed deeply to the bishop, saying, "I will certainly live up to my mission."

This is the Church of Storms, where the authority of those in power is absolute and inviolable. No matter how difficult the task, they can only grit their teeth and carry it out, unleashing their fury and rage just like this majestic sea.

Alger suddenly felt a bit tired. The Church was full of unreasonable people, and it was inevitable to feel exhausted from dealing with such people every day.

With a few days left before his vacation ended and he left Bayam, he wished something would happen during that time and the warship would sink, so he wouldn't have to take the risk. The usually composed Mr. Hanged Man, unusually detached from reality, fantasized about a miracle.

After returning to his room, Luther opened the second letter he had received that day.

The letter was brief. First, Klein had obtained information through some Pathway and discovered the whereabouts of "Red-haired Helene"!

Luther's body suddenly trembled when he saw what was behind him.

The letter clearly stated that "Red-haired Helene" was currently located inside the Governor's Mansion in Bayam.

The Governor's Mansion of Bayam!

The place where Roy King was imprisoned!

The words of Councilor Ricciardo of the Life School of Thought suddenly came to mind: if he needed to enter the Governor's Mansion in Bayam for some reason, he could also rescue Roy King.

He was right!

Luther thought to himself in surprise.

No, even though Ricciardo guessed that, his assessment was still too extreme. He said I would attack the Governor's Mansion in Bayam... but that wouldn't warrant such a method. Klein and I have the ability of "Faceless"; we could just disguise ourselves, infiltrate, and rescue them.

That's what he was thinking.

If that's the case, perhaps I really can accept the mission from the School of Life School of Thought. After all, if it really is as they said, just a side matter...

In that case, what kind of reward should I ask them for? Right, I happen to need some better Beyonder Item. Such a large organization should be able to provide something that satisfies me...

Luther pondered this, unsure whether to accept the mission, and simply looked at what Klein had written below.

The second part of the letter was even shorter, in which Klein asked him if there was any way to cleanse the spiritual pollution of the True Creator within the Beyonder Characteristic.