Verifying an identity
"Miles..."
Bart uttered the name, and a feeling he couldn't quite describe lingered.
Arthur patted him on the shoulder and said:
"Holy Communion is about to be delivered, you'd better hurry over."
The two walked out while talking.
As they parted, Arthur whispered a final word of advice:
"Don't forget what I just said, meet here at noon on Friday."
Bart nodded, and then the two parted ways.
After he finished Holy Communion, he wandered alone through the streets, looking for a place to sleep, when suddenly a voice called out from the depths of his consciousness.
"Lorry... Lorry... Lorry..."
The sound was ethereal and elusive, as if it came from the distant horizon.
Bart was slightly taken aback, as if something was being violently inserted into his mind, and a look of Affliction quickly welled up in his eyes.
He couldn't help but clutch his head and groan.
Several passersby nearby were startled, fearing that their companion was a Lunatic, and quickly quickened their pace to go elsewhere.
A few dozen seconds later, he lowered his hands and let out a long breath:
"I'm back..."
At that moment, he noticed the scrutinizing gazes fixed on him, and couldn't help but frown slightly, suppressing the urge to speak as he left.
A moment later, he hurriedly slipped into the dark alley, took out a white ring from his pocket, put it on his finger, and gently rubbed it.
In the darkness, his figure quickly became ethereal and transparent, disappearing from the spot.
Former Ceramics Factory, now Detached House deep inside.
The "Thousand Illusions" disguise had just been removed, and now Lorry's true appearance was revealed inch by inch.
He stood silently, carefully examining his experiences over the past few days.
They deliberately "bumped into" Arthur at the place where they first met, and together they guided Believer. At night, they wandered around looking for a warm place to sleep...
Arthur told him that he had received the blessing and was now Sequence 9 "Shaman," and revealed the grand plan brewing within the "Fantasy Society"...
And, the Archbishop's name:
Miles!
A shared name, or...? Lorry recalled the figure of that neighbor, sighed softly, and sincerely thanked him from the depths of his heart:
"Old Gentleman, thank you for your trouble."
When designing "Bart's" identity, he set three conditions for its removal.
First, one feels a danger that could threaten their life.
Second, this Sunday at 8 PM.
The third condition is more flexible, dominated by the "Curse of Knowledge," and the specific method is to shout one's real name three times deep in one's consciousness.
The White Bone Ring manifested miniature facial features and pursed its lips, saying:
"Nothing.
"Just remember that you still have two Exam to catch up on."
"..." Lorry nodded, a wry smile on his face.
"Don't worry, I'll remember."
Just then, the doorknob clicked open.
After patrolling the territory, Albert Door Opening with his paw and was caught off guard to see his master and the White Bone Ring on his hand.
Panic flashed across its dog's face, and it instinctively tried to turn around.
Suddenly, the White Bone Ring glowed faintly.
Albert let out a piercing wail, his black fur standing on end as if he had been electrocuted, making him look a whole size larger.
The aged voice snorted angrily:
"If you run away as soon as you see me, you definitely didn't do your homework properly."
It floated off Lorry's finger and turned back to say:
"Aren't you going to see Vera and that silly girl later? Hurry up and take a shower. I need to check Albert's homework."
Having said that, it transformed into a white streak of light and flew towards Albert.
Lorry gave the Arbitrator Hound a helpless look, then turned and walked toward the Washroom without hesitation, ready to heed the advice of "the Curse of Knowledge".
He definitely needs to take a shower.
At the same time, I also wanted to take a bath to sort out the whole story.
In the winter, Evernight falls exceptionally early in Backlund.
Even though it's pitch black now, it's only seven o'clock.
Lorry didn't stay in the office for long. After quickly taking a bath, he changed into clean clothes and left again using "Teleportation".
In the corner.
Albert, who had narrowly escaped death, lay on the ground, looking at the homework that filled half a book, and couldn't help but howl to the sky, shedding tears of excitement.
64 Iris Street, Hillston District.
Lorry stood on the second-floor Terrace, his face somber as he gazed at the unrepaired glass.
The last time I saw Miles was when he accidentally discovered a human trafficking operation and, in a panic, was preparing to leave Backlund.
I stepped in and solved this problem for him myself.
Last time, I came back from Constant City. Because all the windows were smashed and the place was uninhabitable, I planned to stay at the Ceramics Factory for a while.
Before leaving, I entrusted the repair work to this neighbor.
Later, due to various reasons, I never returned to Iris Street, assuming that the other party had already taken care of it for me.
As a result, the damaged sections of glass remain in their original state to this day.
Huff... Lorry exhaled forcefully, rubbed the White Bone Ring, and directly used "Teleportation" to appear inside the house Next Door.
Looking at the layer of dust that was everywhere, his heart sank to the bottom.
The name "Miles" is not widely known.
But it's not exactly a niche market.
Lorry had initially held onto a sliver of hope that it might just be a coincidence that they shared the same name.
But seeing the unrepaired glass and the signs that house number 63 had been uninhabited for a long time, he realized he had to face reality.
"However, he's never been very brave, rarely venturing out except at night. How did he suddenly become Archbishop of Evil God Believer?"
Lorry looked confused and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
He closed his eyes, sighed, and used "Teleportation" again.
West Borough, Vera Lieutenant Colonel's residence.
In the darkness, Lorry strode forward and gently knocked on the door.
He was worried about a repeat of the Awkwardness situation from last time, so Teleportation to a nearby secluded alley and walked here.
Ring ring, ring ring.
Footsteps soon came from inside the door, and then the door was opened from the inside.
Their eyes met.
Lorry couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Beyoncé, her face slightly flushed, coughed lightly and quickly explained, "Don't misunderstand, it's not what you think."
"I just came to deliver theater tickets, and I'm about to leave."
After saying that, she called out inside:
"Police Officer, I'm leaving now. You don't need to prepare my tea."
"Look, I've only been here a short time myself, I haven't even had a cup of tea yet -- you guys get down to business, Mr. Raven, goodbye."
As Beyoncé spoke, she hurriedly picked up a Coat Rack and a small handbag from the hanger, squeezed past Lorry through the gap, and moved quickly.
"..."
Hearing the rapid tapping sound behind him, Lorry's expression turned strange. Had he not said anything? Was this an admission of guilt?
Police Officer... He felt a sudden chuckle, and was about to curl his lips into a smile when he suddenly thought of his Fantasy Society Miles, who was suspected to be Archbishop.
His expression froze for a moment, then he stepped inside.