Inside a room filled with clutter in a factory in the St. George Borough Backlund.
The mirror with the obvious crack flashed with light, its surface turning dark and deep, as if connecting to another world.
Suddenly, a pure white hand reached out from under the mirror, as if piercing through layers of water.
A figure then stepped out of the mirror; it was Trissy, the sweet and beautiful Witch, dressed in a long black dress.
Her face was unusually pale, as if it had lost all color, and her forehead was covered in a dense layer of sweat.
With a thud, Trissy's suitcase fell to the ground, and the fear in her eyes could no longer be suppressed.
She then muttered to herself with a blank expression:
"His messenger was actually an Angel..."
At that moment, Trissy felt a chill run down her spine, as if a cold wind had blown past.
She had no idea that summoning a messenger would be so dangerous. Fortunately, the woman carrying four heads watched silently for a while, then did nothing and simply took the letter and left.
North Borough, 160 Böklund Street, the residence of Dawn Dantès.
"Who sent it?" Klein asked with a hint of anticipation as he took the letter from the messenger.
Reinette Tinekerr's four blonde, red-eyed heads spoke in turn:
"A filthy... dark... container..."
The nickname... Klein was stunned, and for a moment he couldn't immediately realize who the messenger was referring to.
He quickly scanned through his mind at those who had their own methods of summoning messengers, filtering them one by one.
In just a few seconds, he made his guess:
Trissy!
As far as Klein knew, this Witch, who had been renamed Trissy Cheek, was likely one of the mediums through which the Primordial awakened or descended.
In this case, calling it a "container" is not entirely inappropriate.
Those who are familiar with the mystical world know that the " Primordial Demoness " is an evil god, known as the " The Final One " who ends everything. Her purpose is to create the Apocalypse and destroy everything. She also holds some power over emotions and related desires. She is described as dirty and dark, which is not entirely accurate, but it is understandable.
Similarly, filth and darkness can also describe Trissy, who was corrupted to some extent by the evil god.
"As expected of Angel, daring to speak of the ' Primordial Demoness ' like that..." Klein thought to himself, then unfolded the letter to read it quickly.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered something and quickly looked at the messenger girl, saying:
How does the letter sender behave when faced with you?
"She... is... very... scared..." three of Reinette Tinekerr's heads spoke in succession, while the one that wasn't called could only open its mouth slightly.
Klein's expression turned slightly serious as he carefully asked:
Did you tag her?
The head that hadn't spoken earlier, Reinette Tinekerr, spoke first:
"No..."
The remaining three blond, red-eyed heads then added to the list:
Because... she... has...
" Primordial... aura..."
Klein remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded:
"I see."
After watching the messenger step into the void and leave, he unfolded the paper and quickly glanced through Trissy's letter.
They actually wanted me to deal with " Saintess of White " Katarina... Isn't that exactly what I wanted to do...? Klein's eyes flickered a few times, and he immediately pulled out a clump of black, paste-like substance.
Then, he transformed into Gehrman Sparrow and smeared the substance evenly onto a small mirror in the room.
After patiently waiting for nearly ten minutes, until the paste-like black substance completely evaporated without leaving a trace, Klein still couldn't contact the Witch Trissy.
Sure enough, Trissy, who had been somewhat corrupted by the " Primordial Demoness," recognized the messenger's level and was frightened by the Angel delivering the message... She probably wouldn't contact Gehrman Sparrow anytime soon... Sigh, if I had known the messenger was Angel in a special state, I definitely wouldn't have let her appear before Trissy, or I would have told her to send her along with the message if Witch summoned her... Klein sighed silently a few times, only able to say that this was truly unlucky.
Suddenly, he heard illusory, layered prayers in his ears.
In the Backlund Bridge Area, in a gloomy alley.
Xiu concealed a " Blade of Coldness " as he entered, glancing warily to the left and right.
"Good, you're getting more and more experienced."
As a deep male voice sounded, a figure emerged from the darkness around the corner.
He was tall and imposing, wearing a gold mask that exposed his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and cheeks; he was the Military Intelligence Section 9 agent who had contacted Hugh earlier.
"What's the matter that you urgently contacted me about?" Hugh asked first.
The man in the golden mask also skipped the pleasantries and asked directly:
"You seem to still be monitoring the situation around Viscount Stratford. Have you noticed anything unusual lately?"
After thinking for a moment, he said:
"Have.
"He had intimate contact with a woman of unknown origin, and on several occasions invited her to his residence late at night."
"I tried to follow the woman, but failed twice."
"Also, Viscount Stratford suddenly went out late at night a couple of days ago, and I don't know where he went; I couldn't keep up with him."
The man in the golden mask hummed in agreement and began to inquire about various details. Hugh answered each question based on what he had seen, but he concealed the fact that he had met Shermane in the carriage and that he had followed Viscount Stratford to the warehouse.
"Indeed, your persistence has paid off." The man in the golden mask nodded slightly, seemingly without a doubt about Hugh's words.
He took a breath and then said:
"With this, your achievements will increase considerably."
"To be frank, if you continue like this, it won't be long before you accumulate enough contribution points to exchange for Sequence 6 Potion. However, before that, there will definitely be a strict qualification review, and your background, hehe, don't doubt it, I know your background very well, and you will definitely not pass the review."
"Actually, you don't need to seek the truth. I know that's what motivates you to persist in your mission related to Viscount Stratford, but my personal advice is to put this matter aside."
"With your current Sequence and abilities, you can provide a good life for your mother and younger brother. Don't worry, no one will bother you."
"But if you insist, I can't guarantee what will happen."
Although Hugh had somewhat anticipated this explanation, upon hearing it, he still found it difficult to suppress the surge of emotion and his inner turmoil, blurting out:
Who exactly are you?
"I'm just an ordinary Mid-Sequence Beyonder," the man in the golden mask chuckled. "You might not know, but the position of Chief of the Palace Guard has corresponding authority within Military Intelligence Section 9, equivalent to a deputy director in charge of royal matters. When your father was alive, I was his subordinate and received his help in various ways. After his death, having done nothing wrong and knowing nothing of the truth, I was excluded from the core of Military Intelligence Section 9's power. You see, ha, I can only be responsible for you peripheral intelligence personnel."
At this point, the man in the golden mask sighed:
"Your father has helped me a lot, so after I recognized you, I deliberately made you my subordinate intelligence agent, to provide you with some assistance within my authority. However, I have my own family and my own life, and I cannot do anything too dangerous for you or take on too much risk."
"Alright, I'll get you a ' Judge ' Potion recipe next. After that, stop accumulating merits and seeking promotions. Instead, focus on things that will improve your life. As for what you plan to do in private, I don't know, and I don't want to know."
Xiu listened, lost in thought, his lips moving for a moment before he said:
"My father, what kind of person was he, really?"
The man in the golden mask replied with a hint of melancholy:
"He was a truly brave, noble, and just nobleman, but he was not perfect; he was impulsive, impatient, and easily angered..."
After listening quietly, Xiu wanted to ask something more, but all that came out was a single word:
"Thanks."
"Go back now. Once I get the ' Judge ' formula, I'll leave you a message so you can come and meet me," the man in the golden mask said, waving his hand.
Just as Hugh's figure completely disappeared at the alley's exit, the man in the golden mask was about to turn around when a slightly ethereal voice suddenly rang in his ears:
She's lying.
"It is certain that she followed Viscount Stratford to the vicinity of the crime scene."
The man in the golden mask paused for a moment, then spoke to the shadow beside him:
She might just be worried that it would arouse suspicion.
"How could she possibly defeat Viscount Stratford with her Sequence? Besides, wasn't Viscount Stratford said to be carrying a 'Level 1' Sealed Artifact?"
"I believe she probably didn't even dare to get close, otherwise, she wouldn't have survived!"
The slightly ethereal voice responded:
"Regardless, since there are doubts, we need to conduct further investigations. Don't ask any more questions after that."
Outside the alley, Xiu was walking calmly along the rows of gas streetlights.
She deliberately didn't mention that she was following Viscount Stratford.
This isn't about concealing anything, clearing oneself of suspicion, or avoiding trouble; the real purpose is quite the opposite.
Before this Tarot Club, her initial plan was to say that she had followed Viscount Stratford to a warehouse in the Dock Borough and was frightened away by a sudden, terrifying Tornado. This would have been more convincing, more believable, and less likely to arouse suspicion. However, after learning that Mr. Gehrman Sparrow "The World" was interested in this matter, she quietly changed her mind and decided to leave room for doubt in her story.
She felt that at her level, it would likely take three, five, or even longer to uncover the king's secrets, and perhaps there would be no hope at all. But with the help of the "world," she might succeed this time.
For this reason, she was willing to take the risk and put herself in the midst of the turbulent current.
Before meeting the man in the golden mask from Military Intelligence Section 9 today, Hugh prayed to Mr. The Fool, asking him to convey his thoughts to "The World" Gehrman Sparrow.
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