At 7 Pinster Street, Leonard had returned home specifically for Tarot Gathering, was about to leave to search through documents in the basement of Saint Samuel Cathedral to prepare for the evening's ritual to Placate the spirits when suddenly his vision blurred, and he saw the messenger carrying four blond, red-eyed heads, dressed in a somber and elaborate long dress.
As a " Spirit Warlock," he can now directly see spiritual beings.
Before Leonard could even say thank you after receiving the letter from Klein, Reinette Tinekerr turned and walked into the void without pausing.
"... Old Man, why does Klein have... why does he have a messenger of this level? Is this a perk of the Blessed?" Leonard couldn't help but lower his voice and ask Pallez Zoroast.
He the Original fantasized that this was standard for members of the Tarot Club, but later realized he was overthinking it.
Pallez Zoroast's slightly aged voice immediately chuckled:
"It should belong solely to Klein Moretti. Everyone has their own special experiences, don't they? Even someone like you is no exception, right?"
"Heh, I thought you'd describe Him as a 'crippled Angel,' but you changed it to 'a messenger of this level.' Not bad, you remember my warning."
Leonard curled his lip, unfolded the letter, and began to read its contents.
"Indeed, Blessed of Concealment and Fate..." Pallez Zoroast quickly scanned the beginning through Leonard's eyes.
Leonard didn't look at the ground, but took a few steps back, throwing himself into the embrace of the sofa, before saying:
" Klein can see through the Stealing and substitution of Fate... then we don't need to rush to search for Demigod- level items through the ' Marauder ' pathway."
"Even if you're in a hurry, you don't know where to search," Pallez scoffed immediately.
Even at the gathering of those Hermits of Fate, similar items might only appear once every few years, and the next gathering wouldn't be until the end of the year.
Leonard was momentarily at a loss for words, so he turned his attention to the next two paragraphs.
After a brief silence, he chuckled softly:
"I've always wondered where Klein got the high-level ' The Sun ' domain talisman when facing Megose. I thought it was given to him by the ' Death Consul,' but I didn't quite understand why an Angel from the 'Death' domain would collect a high-level ' The Sun ' domain talisman. Was he going to commit suicide? Now, I finally understand."
" Old Man, it's not like I haven't possessed '3-0782' before. Why didn't you notice the drop of divine blood of ' Eternal Blazing Sun ' hidden inside? If you had Stealing some power beforehand, things wouldn't have happened..."
Leonard had originally intended to use this incident to mock the Old Man, but he fell silent as he spoke.
Pallez Zoroast sighed in his mind:
"If that drop of divine blood could be found so easily, that mutated the Sun badge wouldn't be in Tingen."
Leonard paused for a few seconds, then asked:
"Then how can I find an opportunity to obtain that holy emblem and create the ' Solar Flare ' talisman?"
Although Klein made it sound so easy in the letter, Leonard knew it wouldn't be an easy thing to do, because he was no longer Tingen City's " Nighthawks," and even if he went back to visit his former colleagues and teammates now, he wouldn't be qualified to enter the Chanis Gate.
Upon hearing his question, Pallez Zoroast replied irritably:
"You're asking me about something so trivial? Can't you think for yourself?"
Leonard coughed awkwardly, then quickly racked his brains, earnestly searching for a solution:
"I am currently acting alone, but the archbishop has given me the authority to draw local ' Nighthawks ' from the areas involved to help me."
"Hmm, if all the spirits in Backlund have been Placate, but I haven't fully digested the Potion yet, could I then expand to other parishes?"
"At that moment, if there happens to be a ghost story in Tingen, then I can legitimately go back, reassign two ' Nighthawks,' and retrieve '3-0782'..."
After Leonard finished his "mutterings," Pallez Zoroast chuckled:
"Not bad, you found a solution so quickly."
"But have you considered that you are there to Placate, not Purification? This contradicts the use of '3-0782' and is likely to arouse suspicion?"
Leonard, having received affirmation, immediately chuckled.
" Old Man, you don't understand, do you? When I the Original joined the ' Nighthawks ' team, one of the lessons I learned was: if you have the ability to Purification, then Placate will achieve the best results."
As Emperor Roselle once said, to solve a problem, you need both a stick and a carrot.
Pallez Zoroast then clicked his tongue:
"Then do as you say, provided you can complete the tasks Anthony Stevenson. If you haven't obtained the ' Solar Flare ' bullets by the time the operation to eliminate Amon officially begins, then there's no point in doing it."
Leonard's forehead twitched as he recalled the task list that filled several pages.
He immediately forced himself to forget this trouble, muttering to himself:
"I wonder when the mission to punish that Sanguine will finally begin..."
"I wonder if the Sanguine have any ' Marauder ' level Demigod level Sealed Artifact..."
"A temporary dream world... I can create it myself, and I can find an opportunity to make it into a talisman, but can this level of power resist the corruption of the darkness of the ' Forsaken Land of the Gods '?"
Inside a house in the Cherwood Borough.
Fors sat on the sofa with a book in her hand, watching Hugh walk into the hallway and put on his outdoor boots.
"There's no need to rush. That gentleman won't issue the investigation assignment so soon." Finally, Fors couldn't contain her doubts and spoke up.
Hugh glanced at her and said:
"I'm a bounty Hunter, and I have other missions."
She paused here, then hesitated before saying:
" Fors, don't you think Miss ' Justice ' looks a lot like Miss Audrey?"
Fors was stunned for several seconds before he came to his senses, subconsciously waved his hand, and chuckled:
"How is that possible...?"
Before she could finish speaking, a series of similarities flashed through her mind, and her eyes widened.
After a while, she whispered:
"It's not impossible."
"The ' Spectator ' route, the Psychology Alchemists, a noble lady, blonde and blue-eyed... Of all the nobles I know, only she fits the criteria... Of course, there are many more nobles I don't know, and even those I do know wouldn't let me know if they're connected to the Psychology Alchemists..."
After listening to her friend's words, Xiu thought for a moment and said:
" Fors, do you remember those tasks Miss Audrey entrusted to us? I originally thought they came from the Earl Hall's instructions, but now that I think about it, perhaps they came from, well, the party..."
"And do you remember how we learned Mr. ' The Fool's' name? From a book we borrowed from Viscount Glaint! There was an old piece of paper hidden inside its cover!"
Fors nodded in realization:
"We can infer that Miss Audrey, a friend of Viscount Glaint, might also have found out! This would explain why she was able to join the party..."
"Hmm." Hugh agreed with Fors's guess.
Fors opened his mouth, about to say something more, when he suddenly remembered the failed attempt to monitor the Sanguine. He quickly glanced around warily and said:
"Hush, let's try to avoid discussing party-related matters as much as possible."
"As for Miss Audrey, well, we'll meet with her once every week or two, and then we'll observe her further."
Take a break and be alert, nodding emphatically:
"Good!"
She then Door Opening and went out, heading to a bar in the East Borough, where she sat down at the bar.
She tapped the table and said to the bartender who looked up:
What new tasks are there today?
The bartender gave a brief overview, without mentioning that anyone was investigating a Mr. Ernes Boyar.
As expected, we'll have to wait until tomorrow or the day after... Hugh looked around, then looked away, and asked with a mixture of doubt and concern:
"It's been a long time since I've seen Shermane. Do you know where he went?"
He was a young man who believed he should be a woman, and one of Hugh's informants.
The bartender chuckled and said:
"Maybe he ran off with some guy. You know, he's always happy to date any man who likes him."
"This is nothing to be discriminated against," Hugh retorted seriously, a hint of unease creeping in.
She pushed herself up and jumped off the bar stool, preparing to search other places where Shermane frequented.
Backlund Bridge Area, Iron Gate Street, " Bravehearts " bar.
Emlyn pulled his top hat down, pinched his nose, and weaved through the mingled smells of the crowd until he found Ian with red eyes in a room filled with playing cards.
"Mr. White, what's the matter this time?" Ian asked with a smile, leading Emlyn into the empty billiard room.
Emlyn took off his hat and muttered:
"A small favor: post a commission for me to bounty Hunter Ernes Boyar and figure out his daily routine. Bounty: 100 pounds."
"100 pounds?" Ian asked instinctively.
For something like tracking and investigation, a bounty of 100 pounds is an outrageous amount. You have to understand that if a bounty Hunter could complete this task alone, he could take a year off, even if he had to support his family!
Emlyn nodded and said:
"The target is quite dangerous."
After the previous discussion at the Tarot Club, he now had a clear idea of what to do Ernes Boyar would be an easy task, and that the Sanguine Viscount would definitely pretend not to notice and deliberately give him a fixed route.
So, the £100 was actually a reward for Miss " Judgement " for joining the operation at the risk of exposure. Of course, to mislead and cover up the truth, multiple bounty Hunter would each complete a part and receive different amounts of reward. Emlyn could only guarantee that Miss " Judgement " would receive the largest share.
"I see." Ian said understandingly, extending his hand. "Advance payment, specific address, level of danger, physical characteristics, and a sketch would be even better."
Emlyn then gave him £30 in cash and information containing a portrait of Ernes Boyar.
"Red eyes?" Ian flipped through the papers in his hand and blurted out.
"Yes." Emlyn nodded slightly, glanced around, and lowered his voice, "There's one more thing. Help me gather clues about the Rose School of Thought members in Backlund."
"... The Rose School of Thought?" Ian paused, puzzled, and asked in return, seemingly having never heard of the name before.
P. S.: Two chapters done for today. Regular updates tomorrow. Requesting monthly votes at the beginning of the month!