Adam's gaze
Backlund, North Borough, beneath St. Samuel Cathedral.
"We have some very regrettable news to inform you. Senior Deacon Your Excellency Ishmael has received an urgent transfer order from the Cathedral and has already gone to another Diocese to carry out Secret Mission. He will no longer be in charge of our work here."
In Lounge, Red Gloves Captain Soest brought everyone some disappointing news.
"Ah?"
How is that possible?
"That was so sudden..."
Upon hearing this, the people in the Red Gloves all expressed their regret.
"How could this be... The Deacon Your Excellency so capable, and with his guidance, we were on the verge of wiping out all the Cultist in Backlund!"
Someone said, very unwillingly.
"Haha, Nelson, weren't you very afraid of His Deacon Your Excellency first? Why are you so reluctant to let him go now?"
Someone recognized the speaker as Nelson Sandro, who had been quite frightened by Ishmael earlier, and chuckled sarcastically.
"Don't make fun of me..." Nelson explained awkwardly, "That was because I was ignorant before... Now I understand, Your Excellency Ishmael is indeed a powerful elite..."
Everyone laughed when they saw this.
Leonard was also in the crowd, his smile somewhat forced.
What would their reaction be if they knew that the Your Excellency Ishmael they so respectfully respected was actually that infamous Blood Bishop...? Leonard's feelings were somewhat complicated.
A few minutes later, Leonard left the church and returned to his Apartment.
He threw off his coat, plopped down on the sofa, and then Consciousness glanced at the wall Wall Clock to make sure there was still some time before Three o'clock in the afternoon.
Today is Monday, the day according to custom for attending a gathering Above the Gray Fog. So he made up an excuse to leave Saint Samuel Cathedral and return home.
Leonard sat on the sofa, his expression complex, and remained silent.
A multitude of thoughts were surging through his mind.
Did the Church know Luther's true identity? Why was he in the Church, and as Senior Deacon? Was he truly transferred elsewhere by the Church, or was there another reason?
Was the Princess who died at Feysac's hands killed by Luther?
Did he deliberately start the war? These chaotic thoughts filled the depths of Leonard's mind, and he found it difficult to sort them out, causing him to become increasingly agitated.
Damn it!
He couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.
But just then, an old voice suddenly rang out.
"Who has offended you this time?"
"Old Man?!"
Leonard's face lit up with surprise upon hearing the voice, but it quickly turned to displeasure. "You actually dare to come out and talk to me... Where were you hiding before!"
"Tch, stop talking nonsense."
Pallez Zoroast retorted just as bluntly, "If I hadn't hidden deep in your mind, Adam would have discovered us long ago, and you wouldn't be lying so comfortably on the sofa right now."
Leonard's eyes widened suddenly upon hearing his words.
"You... you said His name!"
After attending the Tarot Club, he learned some Concealment knowledge, including the legend of the City of Silver and the two mysterious offspring of the Creator. The eldest son, Adam, was suspected of being the mastermind behind many events, especially since his name had the Characteristic of "whatever is spoken will be known," meaning it couldn't be mentioned casually outside the Gray Fog. "Heh, don't worry, even if I say his name, he'll just think someone else said it..."
The Old Man chuckled softly and said, "However, your luck is really bad. You were on official business in Backlund to avoid that Second Son Amon, but you never expected to run into the eldest son Adam, in Saint Millon..."
Upon hearing this, Leonard's heart skipped a beat.
"Old Man, you mean, when we were in Saint Millon, that... eldest son was also there?"
"That's right. Sometimes he'll be watching you from the sidelines."
"!!"
Leonard felt a chill run down his spine.
While I was chatting, resting, or working in Saint Millon, perhaps a strange figure was standing by, quietly watching everything that was happening... No wonder the Old Man always stayed hidden deep in my mind, unwilling to show his face.
Later, Ince Will was killed, and Miss Daly and I had returned to Backlund, but the Old Man still refused to come out... This probably means that Adam was still watching at that time, because the story was not over... until the person who seemed to be the Princess was killed by Luther.
Even knowing all this, I still don't understand...
Leonard stared at the clock on the wall, hoping it would tick faster so he could reach the Gray Fog and get some answers from the person in question...
"Phew!" Finally, at the very moment the pointer reached the designated time, his vision was engulfed by a crimson light.
Southern Continent, a Military Base, Airship Square.
"Colonel Rayman, thank you for taking care of me during this time."
Klein, sporting the refined and handsome face of "Dwayne Dantès," addressed the officers seeing him off. He had completed the Arms deal commissioned by the Military, selling a large quantity of obsolete weapons and ammunition to the native general Mesangyes of the Southern Continent, thus earning a profit of tens of thousands of pounds.
All transactions are now complete; today is the day to return to the North from the Southern Continent.
As they reached the Square, Klein, carrying his Travel in his left hand, extended his free right hand to the accompanying officer, shaking hands in farewell. When he withdrew his right hand, a 2000-pound check appeared in the hand of the lieutenant colonel named Rayman.
It is my honor to receive your praise.
Rayman glanced down at the number on the check, his smile widening. "It was a pleasure working with you. I hope we'll have the opportunity to work together again in the future."
"That would be perfect."
Klein smiled and was about to exchange a few polite words with the other party before boarding the boat when his gaze suddenly faltered as he noticed two people disembarking from an Airship opposite him.
Both passengers were male; one wore Loen Military Uniform, with blond hair and blue eyes, while the other wore a dark Clerical Robe, the Gem Sacred Emblem on his chest gleaming in the intense Southern Continent Sun. Please remember the only official website for this novel: www. deqixs. org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.
The two are walking this way.
"Colonel Alfred?!"
The officer beside him recognized the other man's face, hurriedly hid the check Klein had given him, and then straightened up and saluted.
"Colonel Rayman."
Alfred returned the greeting, his eyes sweeping over the other man's pockets without pursuing the matter. Instead, he looked at Klein with a hint of curiosity. "This must be Mr. Dantes, who's in charge of the Military business?"
Seeing this, Klein smiled and nodded to the other person.
"Colonel Alfred, I've heard your name from many people."
For example, Luther who kidnapped you, or your sister, Miss Justice, etc...