Williams Street

A moment later, Lorry folded the letter, then took out the "Sure-Hit Revolver" from another Dimension and handed it to the "Messenger" lady:

"Thank you for delivering them to the lady who sent the letter."

The "Sure-Hit Revolver" is indeed a decent Mystical Item in the Low Sequence stages, but it doesn't hold much value for him.

I don't know how much time has passed since I last used it.

It is rarely used under normal circumstances.

Even if you encounter a low-probability event, you can still fantasize about it.

Rather than letting it gather dust in another Dimension, it's better to lend it to Fors to play with for a few days, and then sell it at the Tarot Club when you no longer need it.

I believe that "The Hermit," "The Hanged Man," and "Justice" would all be of interest to them.

The "Messenger" lady glanced at him calmly and nodded slightly.

Remember to pray.

After saying that, she turned and left without any expression of joy or sorrow.

"You don't have to remind me every time..." Lorry silently reminded himself, watching the "Messenger" lady's departing figure. Then, he shrugged and took out the things he needed for prayer.

"Laugh!"

With his right hand, clad in the "Fire Seed" glove, Lorry grasped at the air and lit a candle made of Moon Flower, immediately inhaling a soothing fragrance.

As he closed the window to pray, he suddenly heard a terrified voice from the deck. "Dogshit, my Cigarette has gone out twice for no reason!"

"This sea area is definitely not safe; everyone be careful when you sleep."

Then, a jumble of incoherent agreement arose.

"Ahem..." As the Instigator, Lorry pretended not to hear, slammed the window shut, and sat quietly in front of the Goddess's Holy Emblem.

He closed his eyes slightly and silently recited the Goddess's Honorific Name.

At that moment, a strange thought suddenly occurred to Lorry: Had he been praying to the Goddess more frequently lately than her devout Believer?

At the entrance to a Primeval Jungle in the Alese City on the Southern Continent.

Pali Beria - Lorry hid in the shadows, waiting patiently for over ten minutes until Simon, the "Zombie," had completely disappeared. After confirming there were no problems or ambushes, she quietly emerged, strode towards the tree hollow where messages were passed, and took the intelligence in her hand. Quickly tearing open the bamboo tube, her gaze swept over the note, and a thought suddenly struck her.

"The Zombie" Simon has learned of a suspect!

"Adrian, male, is one of the three ' Wraith ' who have become active in the Southern Continent this year. He previously carried out secret missions in the Northern Continent for a long time. Upon his return, he was commended and appointed as the head of the Preston Branch in the Paz Valley region. He has been in office for more than half a month now."

"According to members of the branch, this person's personality is considered rather domineering and cruel, even among Indulgence Faction."

"On his third day in office, a fierce battle broke out between him and his deputy, who easily defeated this Sequence 6 ' Zombie '."

"In the following days, this ' Zombie ' disappeared without a trace. When he reappeared in public, he was completely obedient to Adrian, suggesting that he was being controlled by some means."

"Afterwards, this ' Zombie's' friend appealed to higher authorities for justice, but Adrian has yet to be punished."

Pali's unusually gray eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the penultimate sentence.

Public appearance... seemingly under some form of control... was this "Zombie" turned into Marionette by Adrian using Mystical Item?

Her gaze shifted slightly, she exhaled softly, and thought to herself:

"The time it appeared in the Southern Continent, its Sequence, and the fact that it is Mystical Item suspected to be created by the ' Marionettist ' are all consistent with its main characteristics."

"Even their personalities match up." My Spirituality intuition tells me that the mastermind behind controlling Parliamentarian Begat in Backlund is most likely this Adrian.

"It's a pity we couldn't get his personal belongings, otherwise the main body could have taken further steps to confirm this person's identity."

Thinking of this, she sighed almost imperceptibly, her gaze continuing downwards.

The note ended with a place name, indicating the exact location of the Preston Branch.

Pali's gaze swept over it, making a lasting impression.

"Call!"

The eerie blue Flames leaped up rapidly, burning the paper strip and bamboo tube to ashes.

She didn't linger in the Primeval Jungle. Her fair hand brushed against the "Ocean's Heart" necklace around her neck, she smiled slightly, and quickly turned and ran away.

Monday morning, Backlund.

On Williams Street, where the West Borough and Empress Borough meet, two women are enjoying desserts in a café by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Hugh casually glanced at the street outside, then looked away, her gaze sweeping over her friend before she took a small sip of her coffee. She pretended to chat, quickly saying something in a flash:

"Fors, something's not right."

"A person has appeared in the vicinity twice now, and within fifteen minutes, they seem to be looking for something."

"Which one?" Fors put down her silver fork, picked up the napkin beside her to wipe her mouth, and asked in a low voice, using the action to conceal her question.

"The man in the white shirt standing diagonally behind you under the streetlight," Hugh said, then added, "He's probably not from Loen."

Fors nodded almost imperceptibly, pretending to turn to pick something up, secretly glancing in that direction before quickly looking away.

She said in a firm, low voice:

"This style of dressing is definitely Intis."

Hugh subconsciously pressed on:

How can you be so sure? You've never been to Intis.

Suddenly recalling a certain experience, Fors's face flushed slightly, but she forced a calm laugh and said, "I can read, and I have a habit of reading Newspaper."

After saying that, she didn't give her friend a chance to refute, and asked in a low voice: Go to Bing search for the latest chapter!

Do you think he's abnormal?

"I don't think so." Hugh frowned. "Backlund is the ' Land of Hope ' and the ' City of Cities, ' so it's normal to see foreigners there."

"So you knew about it too? Then why did you say something stupid like 'You've never been to Intis '?" Fors chuckled, teasing her friend.

Then, her tone suddenly turned serious:

"But what if I told you that his hair color is abnormal?"

The color of the hair? Hugh's mind quickly conjured up images of the suspect's Flames hair, and he let out a puzzled "Hmm?"

Fors used the act of drinking coffee to cover his mouth, and explained in a low voice:

"Yesterday, he wrote back to me saying that the hallmark of the direct descendants of the Sauron Family, the former Royal Family family of Intis, is bright red hair."

"A direct descendant of a former Royal Family from a hostile nation has quietly infiltrated Backlund and is lingering on Williams Street, which may have some serious issues."

"What do you think this means? Do you still think it's not unusual?"