Believing she knew the truth, Audrey couldn't help but imagine the scene described by Viscount Glaint:
Lanarvus lay in the darkness, in the mud, his body covered with tarot cards one after another: The Fool, Justice, the Hanged Man, the Sun, The World, other Major Arcana cards, and numerous number cards. Some were reversed, some upright, and some were still face down, as if a large-scale, eerie tarot Divination was taking place.
Such a scene would definitely be incredibly stunning!
I wonder where the " Justice " card will land...
How will Military Intelligence Section 9 and the Church's Beyonder view this? Will they suspect the emergence of a new Concealment organization?
Lanarvus possesses the divinity of a " True Creator," and the scheme he and the Aurora Order plotted was certainly not small. If successful, it would inevitably bring terrible disaster to Backlund and the kingdom. Yet, such a scheme was so easily and casually aborted by a simple task given by Mr. " The Fool "!
Is this a battle at the level of gods?
Are Mr. The Fool and the True Creator mortal enemies?
No wonder He called the other party " the Fallen Creator "...
A series of thoughts Blink mind, and Audrey's body trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.
"What are you thinking about?" Viscount Glaint, sitting opposite him, finally couldn't help but ask in confusion.
Audrey suddenly snapped back to reality, tilted her head slightly, and smiled:
"Didn't you ask me to imagine a corpse covered in tarot cards?"
"Haha." Glaint chuckled awkwardly, then exclaimed, "I wonder which Concealment organization member killed Lanarvus. It's exactly what I imagined a similar incident to happen. So, so cool!"
"It's our Tarot Club!" Audrey answered silently, smiling faintly.
"Perhaps they are powerful Beyonder who act alone without any organization?"
"Anyway, I like this style! Why don't you urge Hugh and Fors to ask them when I'll be able to find my ' Apothecary ' formula?" Glaint said excitedly.
Audrey widened her eyes slightly, looked around, and lowered her voice:
"Quiet, speak softly."
How dare you talk about Potion recipes here?
Glaint chuckled nonchalantly, "Don't worry, it's nothing. I already checked; besides you and me, there's only a dog here."
The golden retriever, Susie, unconsciously changed her sitting posture.
Inside a room beneath Saint Samuel Cathedral in the North Borough Backlund.
Wearing a black hooded robe, with blue eyeshadow and blush, exuding an eerie and cold beauty, Daly casually found a seat and picked up the documents on the table.
Her gaze swept over the area, then suddenly froze. She frowned, and asked, as if suppressing something:
" Lanarvus?"
Why didn't I know about this?
Why wasn't I notified about last night's operation?
Seated in the main seat, Crestet Cesimir, spoke in a low voice:
"I was worried that you wouldn't be able to control your emotions, which could create unnecessary problems for our operation, so I didn't have anyone tell you."
"I understand your feelings. One of the Nighthawks from the Tingen Squad is currently receiving guidance and training at the Holy Cathedral, preparing to join the ' Red Gloves.' His performance is similar to yours, but as the person in charge of the operation and as the senior deacon of the Nighthawks, I must eliminate any unstable factors."
Daly glanced at the other Nighthawks squad leaders and deacons who had been summoned, and scoffed:
Why do you think I would lose control of my emotions? I'm very calm; I won't act impulsively!
"My anger will only erupt after Lanarvus is captured! That's the professionalism of a seasoned Nighthawks, a butler!"
"If I capture Lanarvus, I'll teach him a lesson: men are vulnerable too! I'll leave a cold, rotting, but stiff corpse behind him, a skeleton covered in barbs and emitting a foul stench in front of him, and let those gloomy little creatures roam freely in and out of every inch of his body!"
"Damn it! You just let him die like that!"
Crestet Cesimir calmly looked at Daly, listened silently to her words, and then sighed:
How long have you been holding back?
Daly paused for a moment, then suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon and whispered dejectedly:
"It's been a long time..."
Cesimir withdrew her gaze and looked at the other deacons and squad leaders:
What did you learn?
"Our initial assessment confirms that the person who killed Lanarvus was a member of the Secret Order, a Sequence 8, Potion was called 'The Clown,' and who was skilled at using playing cards as throwing knives," a deacon reported truthfully. "However, we cannot be certain of this hypothesis. The tarot cards scattered on the corpse don't seem to be concealing anything. After all, the Beyonder didn't simultaneously deal with the cards stuck in the wall and those on Lanarvus's head. We all believe the final scene is more akin to some kind of ritual or symbolism. Therefore, we suspect that the Beyonder might belong to an organization we don't yet understand. Of course, that scene could also be a personal habit of his."
Cesimir nodded slightly and said:
"We can start from this point and conduct further investigations."
" Al, what findings did the investigation into the whistleblower reveal?"
Al Hasson, flipped through the papers in his hand and said:
"We investigated the whistleblower and discovered that his actions were instigated by a bounty Hunter."
"During the search for wanted criminal Lanarvus, the bounty Hunter's companion was killed by members of the Aurora Order. Seeking revenge, she secretly investigated and eventually located her target at the Workers' Union Tavern in East Balam Dock. Based on the target's movements, she discovered Lanarvus."
"Her actions were mostly corroborated by witnesses, and there was nothing strange about them. We also used extraordinary methods to confirm that she had no connection with the person who killed Lanarvus."
"She's hiding now, she's very difficult to find."
Cesimir added, as if deep in thought:
"This fits Lanarvus's description perfectly; the radical and fanatical Aurora Order members were an asset in his escape."
"Is there anything wrong with the reporter who went to the Workers' Association that afternoon?"
Another Nighthawks squad leader reported:
"He was a fake journalist. Information from the police department indicates that he was actually a private Detective who had previously assisted Mike Joseph, a reporter for the Daily Observer, in investigating the murder of Shermane. We suspect he obtained a lead that led him to the Dockworkers' Union, and thus he disguised himself and contacted everyone suspected of being the killer."
"This speculation has been confirmed by Isengard Stanton."
Cesimir hummed in agreement, then turned to ask about the others who had recently been in contact with Lanarvus, and received the same answer: no problem.
Near the end, he carefully said:
"The murder of Lanarvus lacks a sufficient motive, which greatly puzzles me. The mysterious killer deserves our attention, and you should continue to follow up on this matter."
"Furthermore, based on common sense, the Aurora Order in a metropolis like Backlund would certainly not only have Beyonder at the level of ' Rose Bishop ' or ' Hermit,' but would at least have a divine messenger, or even possibly Saint."
"Their plan to welcome the arrival of the ' True Creator ' has failed. Given their mad and irrational nature, I fear they will launch a series of retaliatory actions. You must be on high alert recently. I will also remain in Backlund."
"Yes, Your Excellency Cesimir," the deacons and squad leaders replied solemnly.
Crestet Cesimir paused for a few seconds, then added:
" The Megose incident in Tingen and the Lanarvus incident last night both reveal one problem: the Factory Borough, the Dock Borough, and the East Borough have become breeding grounds for the arrival and gestation of evil gods. You will assign personnel to investigate and gather the most accurate information."
"If it is indeed as Lanarvus described, I will raise this matter at the Council of Cardinals, formally putting pressure on the Kingdom and the government to push for the corresponding changes to be implemented as soon as possible."
Klein slept until very late, but it was still not bright outside, shrouded in a light mist, dark and damp.
This doesn't suit my somewhat cheerful mood... He muttered to himself, changed his clothes, grabbed his keys, and returned to Minsk Street without attracting much attention.
After changing his worker uniform into a casual shirt and sweater, and confirming that no one was investigating him as a private Detective, he felt completely at ease. He leisurely went out to the butcher shop and vegetable store to buy food and prepare a hearty lunch for himself.
The afternoon sun shone brightly in Backlund, Klein lazily basked in the Sun, seemingly not wanting to do anything for a moment.
At 2:45, he took out his gold-cased pocket watch, glanced at it, returned to his bedroom, and entered the Gray Fog.
After materializing the dummy "World" and regaining familiarity with the operating techniques, he sat upright in the high-backed chair at the head of the table and sent a reminder to his classmate " The Sun " to prepare for the party.
At 3:00 AM Backlund time, streaks of Red Light rose within the magnificent and ancient palace, outlining different figures that were also blurry.
" Justice," Audrey, looking directly at the head of the table. Her voice was light and cheerful.
Good afternoon, Mr. The Fool.
The 'simple' task you assigned has been completed.
She deliberately emphasized the word "simple" in order to confirm with Mr. The Fool whether Lanarvus was eliminated by His Blessed, and whether the death scene covered with tarot cards was a symbolic representation of the Tarot Club.
Klein smiled indifferently and said:
"I already know."
After saying this, he sighed leisurely:
"Such an era, such Backlund, such East Borough, Dock Borough, and Factory Borough —it's truly a breeding ground for evil gods."
"What?" Alger the Hanged Man, was stunned for a moment, wondering if he had misheard.
Why would a simple task be dragged into the breeding ground for the descent of an evil god?