Church Conflict

The scenery in the dream was somewhat hollow and pale, but its basic outline would not change. Klein quickly confirmed that the dead man was indeed Framis Cage, who had once bought shares in his bicycle company.

He had actually died just like that... and at a ball like this...

Where was the killer?

Klein raised his head and looked around. He saw several familiar faces, along with many more unfamiliar ones.

"Mr. Framis was a devout believer of our Church. We have the right to investigate this case."

Ikanser Bernard, with his explosive hair, spoke loudly as he led his subordinates and stared directly at the group opposite them.

"Dead is dead. Why all this nonsense?"

The leader on the other side had graying hair and deeply lined features. He wore a dark blue clerical robe, with waves embroidered on the cuffs and collar. The moment he spoke, he exuded an irrefutable violence and pressure. "Duke Negan was startled by what just happened and is temporarily unable to speak with you."

Duke Negan?

Oh, right, the newly appointed one...

Klein took a few steps through the dream and spotted the young man being shielded behind that group. He looked panicked and confused, and blood still stained his right hand.

Did he kill him?

From his condition, he did not seem like the type capable of killing someone...

Just as Klein was feeling puzzled, the leader from the Church of Storms turned to a handsome, slightly plump middle-aged gentleman and said in a deep voice, "Respected Earl Hall, could you arrange a room for the young duke to rest in?"

His attitude was rough and arrogant, as if he had no intention of cooperating with Ikanser's investigation.

"He's the murderer! You can't let him get away!"

Framis's bodyguard roared.

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