Loen golden-eyed military Demigod nodded in agreement:
"That's true, it's very similar to the style of some guys in the Intis intelligence agency."
"However, just seconds after he removed the clump of soil, Tutanssess II's mummy disappeared, so the ceremony couldn't have been completed in time."
The woman in the evening gown glanced down at the thorn crown around her neck and said somewhat slowly:
"Perhaps he, or they, had already completed the other steps of the ritual, and as soon as Teleportation back, they immediately threw that lump of soil into the altar, completing the final step."
"Of course, it doesn't necessarily have to be a ritual; it could also be some kind of Sealed Artifact that can achieve a certain effect through bodily fluids. There are too many possibilities in this regard."
Although the main effects and negative effects of Sealed Artifact generally follow the Sequence characteristics of 22 pathways, researchers can make some guesses. However, just as everyone has a different personality, Sealed Artifact also have a variety of strange characteristics depending on what they are combined with, the environment in which they are formed, the possible presence of a high-ranking being, or the curse of the original owner. Without actual testing, no one can think of them in advance and list them all.
The Golden-Eyed Demigod pulled out a chair, sat down, and said:
"This is difficult to investigate, so we can leave it out for now. However, you missed mentioning one direction for the investigation earlier."
"Do you remember that ' Tornado '? It swept up the coffin of Tutanssess II's mummy, causing the leakage of the ritual materials inside, which were bodily fluids, and made the mummy roll out, thus creating the conditions for Living Corpse. In short, this laid the foundation for subsequent developments, so it can be completely confirmed that this was done by that mysterious person or his accomplice."
The woman in the evening gown showed a slight softening of her unfocused gaze as she slowly removed the thorny crown and said:
"You mean the Church of Storms possesses High-Sequence recipes and most of the Beyonder Characteristic of the ' Sailor ' pathway, and there aren't many Beyonder or magical items that can create ' Tornado ' without belonging to them? Could we trace this line of inquiry?"
The Golden-Eyed Demigod nodded:
"And I remember that not long ago, there was a case in the East Borough where Mr. X of the Aurora Order was killed at a party he had organized. At the time, ' Lightning Storm ' and ' Tornado ' were used at the scene."
This has drawn great attention from the Church of Storms, which has been searching for clues.
"The occurrence of two unorganized Tornado in the same area within a short period is unlikely to be a coincidence. I believe it's preliminarily certain that there's an inherent connection. The killer of Mr. X and the mummy thief are likely the same group. We need to work with the Church of Storms to investigate."
The woman in the evening gown put down her crown of thorns, thought for a moment, and said:
This is a good direction.
"Furthermore, their purpose and motives can also provide some clues. People who simply use mummies as Living Corpse wouldn't risk such a high level of effort to steal them. I suspect that the mummy of Tutanssess II held additional significance for that group."
"The key to the ritual?" the Golden-Eyed Demigod said thoughtfully. "Judging from the situation at the scene, the one who attracted the mummy's pursuit with the special item should be a ' Wraith,' or possess a corresponding magical item. Considering the purpose and motive, I have a guess..."
The woman in the evening gown had a sudden thought and blurted out:
" Temperance defected from the Rose School of Thought?"
"Yes," the golden-eyed Demigod nodded slightly. "Although the making of mummies was influenced by various factors such as the belief in the Death and the Sun worship, the Rose School of Thought did not prohibit this burial custom after it gained dominance in the highlands and valleys. This is enough to show that mummies must have played a certain role for them, perhaps required by a certain ritual Sequence."
At this point, he gave a self-deprecating chuckle:
"There is another possibility: showing off and performing."
"Those people might not have really wanted the mummy; they just happened to meet the conditions and had the opportunity to steal it, so they put on a grand show. For certain Sequence in certain pathways, this is the key to digesting the Potion."
As a Demigod, he had seen and experienced a great deal, and naturally, he had many ideas to draw upon.
The woman in the evening gown considered for a moment, then said in a deep voice:
"I suspect it's not a single possibility, but rather a mixture of multiple factors."
"We used this as a starting point for our investigation."
Backlund, Cherwood Borough, near the Tussock River.
" The Silent Disciple," Mahams, sat at a square table covered with a tablecloth, looking at the rows of golden nails arranged on it, and spoke in a low voice:
" Zatwin, who do you think stole the Kadavre mummy?"
Not far behind him, on the piano bench, a figure quickly emerged.
The figure was dressed in a black clergy robe, with a black glove on his left hand. He had a thin face, brownish skin, and sunken eyes that resembled those of a mummified corpse. His beard had black roots and white edges, extending from the sides of his mouth to his ears. However, it was not thick and was quite short, appearing as the Star.
Zatwin's eyes were a light brown, close to his skin tone. He possessed the air of a priest, yet also exuded a cold and terrifying aura, as if he might become twisted in silence. He thought for a moment and said:
"Those who yearn for the Kadavre mummy and are willing to risk their lives in a battle against Demigod can be counted on one hand, and among them, Sharron the only one hidden in Backlund."
"She must have had Reinette Tinekerr's help, otherwise she couldn't have succeeded."
Mahams picked up a gold nail covered in fine patterns, paused for a few seconds, and said:
Who is that person who's good at Teleportation?
"Doesn't seem like Gehrman Sparrow... or is he Sharron hired as an accomplice?"
"Perhaps," Zatwin coughed twice, his face pale and bluish, "I think we should still try to pray to the Mother Tree; that might offer some insight."
Mahams nodded slightly and plunged the golden nail in his palm into his mouth, piercing through his upper and lower lips.
Seeing this, Zatwin covered his mouth, slowly got up, and went down to the first floor with some difficulty, preparing to leave and return to his hiding place.
On the first floor, he saw a dimly lit environment and flickering candlelight. The aroma of food wafted from all directions, filling the air. The houses on the nearby streets were row houses, with shops on the ground floor facing the street. This contact point of the Rose School of Thought was ostensibly a restaurant, specializing in the Southern Continent cuisine.
Because he was seriously injured during the previous operation, Zatwin didn't want to remain in his Evil Spirit form indefinitely, as it would be a significant burden for him at the moment. Therefore, dressed in a black clerical robe, he could only walk step by step toward the door.
Just then, a customer walked in through the restaurant's main entrance.
The customer was dressed in a black suit, black trousers, and black leather shoes; he had black eyes and a thin face.
He had a broad forehead, wore a monocle and a tall top hat, and his gaze casually swept across the room before settling on Zatwin.
The customer glanced at the black glove on Zatwin's left hand, a slight smile playing on his lips as he shook his head, seemingly a little disappointed.
Then, he entered the restaurant and brushed past Zatwin, who returned with a hostile glare.
Zatwin didn't pay much attention and walked outside onto the street.
Bathed in the glow of the gas streetlights, a cool night breeze blew by, and the Demigod of the Rose School of Thought suddenly shivered.
Zatwin knew this was a sign of Spirit Intuition, and his heart tightened. He quickly looked down at his hands and was shocked to find that the black glove he wore on his left hand was gone!
It's gone!
As Demigod, Zatwin was unaware that the Sealed Artifact he wore on his hand had disappeared!
He turned around abruptly and looked into the restaurant, the image of the man from earlier suddenly flashing into his mind.
He quickly pinpointed the target's presence, discovering that the person was still inside the restaurant, even calling out to a waiter and requesting a menu.
Zatwin intended to use " Mirror Blink " to get close, but for some reason, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. He vaguely sensed that dangerous, terrifying, and hard-to-find enemies were lurking around him!
The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, Zatwin subconsciously took a step to the side, walking towards the end of the street, as if nothing had just happened.
Inside a house in the Cherwood Borough.
Fors was flipping through the latest issue of " Ladies' Aesthetics " when she suddenly heard the sound of a key turning and the front door opening.
"So late today?" She looked up at Hugh by the door.
Xiu rubbed his short blond hair and said:
"Just as I was about to return, I saw the Military Intelligence Section 9's meeting sign; it was urgent."
"What's going on this time?" Fors put down the magazine in his hand with great interest.
"A continuation of the case of Mr. X's murder." Hugh said casually as he bent down to put on his slippers.
Fors' expression froze for a moment, then his eyes flickered slightly as he said:
"Any leads?"
"It can't be called a clue, uh, there was Demigod- level ' Tornado ' at the scene, which is rare outside of the Church of Storms. Earlier tonight, a dock in Pritz Harbor was also hit by a small-scale ' Tornado,' and a pharaoh's mummy was stolen in the chaos." Hugh explained briefly, " Military Intelligence Section 9 suspects that the two incidents were committed by the same group, so they've urged us informants to work harder to gather intelligence and find clues."
... There's also a " Tornado " in my " Lemano's Travel Notes "... Mr. Gehrman Sparrow? What was he doing Stealing the Pharaoh's mummy...? Fors forced a smile:
"Perhaps it was done by the Church of Storms?"
Xiu rolled his eyes at her, then strode into the kitchen to look for food.
Early morning, 160 Böklund Street.
Klein had just finished washing up and hadn't even opened the Door Opening to let his personal valet Richardson in when he was struck by Spirit Intuition and saw the headless body of the messenger girl carrying four heads emerge from the void.
One of them was biting a rather thick envelope, while the other opened his mouth and spat out a large pile of gold coins.
Finally, the debt is about to be paid off... Klein glanced at Reinette Tinekerr's four heads, the half of her neck not connected to her body, and breathed a sigh of relief:
"I remember I still owe you 3413 gold coins. Now you can collect the last portion of the debt."
At the same time, he felt that the pile of gold coins looked somewhat familiar, but he didn't pay much attention to it because all the gold coins looked familiar to him.
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