Emlyn paused for two seconds, then lowered his slightly raised chin and asked:
"Yes, who is this?"
For him, while Angel were worthy of reverence, what truly made him bow his head was that every great figure in the Sanguine who could be called "He" was a witness to and participant in the race's long history, and the source of his pride.
"I don't know, but I'll let you know when the time comes." Kasimi Odora shook his head.
... Coming for the revelation of the Progenitor? With subsequent instructions? Why didn't the Progenitor give me the revelation directly? That would have been more covert. I am the Sanguine He chose! Was this to avoid provoking Mr. " The Fool "? A series of questions flashed through Emlyn's mind, and he then provided his own answers.
Without saying anything more, he put on his top hat and left the Odora family villa.
Reaching the doorway, Emlyn glanced at the bright the Sun, which the thin clouds couldn't obscure, and curled his lip in disdain. He pressed his hand to the brim of his hat, lowered his head, and headed straight for the horse-drawn carriage at the street corner, muttering to himself:
This kind of weather is really not suitable for going out!
"The potion 'World' needs doesn't require rare ingredients; it can be prepared in fifteen minutes... Hmm, the materials I ordered should arrive today, and the deal that's been delayed for Miss ' Magician ' for several days can finally proceed..."
Backlund, Cherwood Borough.
Fors arranged the bottles of glass potions on the altar, and looking at the light blue or golden liquids, she felt a strange sense of pleasure, like she was shopping.
"It looks even more tempting than a cocktail. I wonder what it tastes like. Maybe it would taste even better with some ice... Honestly, what am I thinking? These are all potions!" Fors spat at himself and busied himself tidying up the room.
Having obtained these healing potions, she had completed her preparations for the abandoned castle in the Delaire Forest and was just waiting for Hugh to come home!
After tidying up, Fors slumped onto the sofa, picking up a few newspapers as she planned out her day:
"We'll set off at Twilight, and should reach the town on the edge of the forest by dinner time..."
With a silent murmur, Fors turned to the newspaper " Sea News ".
Suddenly, her gaze sharpened, and a familiar name appeared in her pupils:
" Gehrman Sparrow!"
The adventurer reappeared at sea, boarding the " Black Tulip " with a middle-aged man known as the " Death Consul," where he killed " Admiral of Hell " Ludwell, once again altering the composition of the seven pirate generals.
"..." Fors subconsciously patted his chest, not knowing what he was relieved about.
In that instant, she inexplicably felt that Gehrman Sparrow's experiences were legendary enough to be written into a book!
Unfortunately, he wasn't a very easy person to deal with; otherwise, I could easily work part-time as a biographer and write a book about him... Haha, if I actually wrote " Gehrman Sparrow," I'd definitely be targeted by the official Beyonder... Fors thought to himself, amusing himself, and then heard the sound of a key being inserted into a lock.
She looked up and saw Hugh push open the door and enter the living room.
"So early?" Fors asked in surprise.
Xiu ruffled his blond hair on the right side and said:
"I met with Military Intelligence Section 9 again and received a mission."
"What mission?" Fors sat up, asking with considerable curiosity.
Hugh casually tossed himself onto the single sofa.
"Investigate the origins of the mad adventurer Gehrman Sparrow."
"Information provided by Military Intelligence Section 9 indicates that this terrifying Beyonder used a fake name and fake identification documents, and that the source was Backlund."
"They suspect that Gehrman Sparrow has another identity here, or that he has accomplices or collaborators."
Upon hearing the word "accomplice," Fors's lips twitched involuntarily. She wanted to tell Hugh that Military Intelligence Section 9's guess was correct: Gehrman Sparrow's accomplice was sitting right across from him.
She coughed lightly and asked in a deliberately nonchalant manner:
Why investigate Gehrman Sparrow's background?
What did he do now?
Hugh glanced at the pile of newspapers next to Fors and said:
Haven't you seen today's " Sea News " yet?
" Gehrman Sparrow killed ' Admiral of Hell ' Ludwell and was known as the strongest adventurer in the Five Seas."
"By the way, the people from Military Intelligence Section 9 also told me that Gehrman Sparrow may be a follower of Hidden Existence called ' The Fool.' This information comes from multiple sources, including the Aurora Order and the Rose School of Thought."
I can attest to that... they are right... Fors forced a smile:
"That sounds dangerous."
"Hmm." Hugh nodded. "I only intend to gather intelligence, not conduct in-depth investigations."
Fors stopped talking about that and instead said:
"I've prepared the potions; shall we head to the Delaire Forest today?"
Hugh had become Sequence 7 " Interrogator " a few days ago, acquiring the extremely useful ability " Spirit Piercing ".
"Okay." Hugh stood up with great enthusiasm. "Let's go now."
"Ah? Let's wait a little longer, I'm thinking of Twilight..." Fors replied somewhat reluctantly.
She always tries to drag things out until the last minute.
Not long after, she was pulled out of her rented house by Hugh, who had packed all her belongings, and they boarded a horse-drawn carriage to head to the nearby subway entrance.
Amidst the thunderous whistle, the massive Steam locomotive, its iron-black, winding body slung across the platform, pulled into the station and came to a stop, illuminated by the gas wall lamps on either side.
Fors and Hugh stood outside a carriage, patiently waiting for the passengers in front of them to come out.
Suddenly, they saw two " Red Gloves ".
The owner of these " Red Gloves " was a man in his thirties wearing a white shirt and a black trench coat, with the collar turned up very high, covering his chin and lips.
He had dark green eyes, golden-brown sideburns, and carried a silver-white case large and wide enough to hold a violin.
Fors and Hugh exchanged a glance, then lowered their eyes to stare at the tips of their shoes.
As a high-ranking deacon in the Church of Evernight's " Nighthawks," one of the twenty-two most powerful figures in the upper echelons of the church, and a member of the " Red Gloves " triumvirate, Crestet Cesimir. He preferred to travel alone, using commoners' transportation, behaving like an ordinary church member.
After transferring to another subway line to reach the North Borough, he took a horse-drawn carriage and arrived at Saint Samuel Cathedral, where he met Archbishop Saint Anthony Stevenson of the Diocese of Backlund.
"I'll be relying on your help for the next while," Cesimir said, after exchanging greetings and praising the goddess. She found a seat and sat down.
Archbishop Anthony, with a clean face and dressed in a black robe with red accents, also sat down and carefully began to speak:
"Is it related to Ince Zangwill's affair?"
"Yes." Cesimir nodded slightly. "The Holy See has instructed me to inform you that another servant of the Goddess, Abbess Arianna of the Evernight Abbey, will also be visiting Backlund soon."
This Ascetic was ranked first among the thirteen archbishops.
Before Saint Anthony could ask, he explained in detail:
"Ms. Ilya learned many important details from the lingering spirit of Ince Zangwill, including how his mental state led to his escape being exploited by '0-08,' and his collaboration with the royal family and the Demoness Sect..."
After orchestrating the Great Smog Incident, Ince Zangwill was corrupted by '0-08' and possessed by the Evil Spirit of the ' Red Angel ', a remnant of the Quaternary Era. He traveled alone to the Southern Continent, attempting to set a trap to hunt down Lady Ilya.
"The most important point here is that Ince Zangwill has a very important underground site in his memory, in the northwestern suburbs of Backlund, somewhere before the Tussock River into this region."
"My mission is to find that ruin."
Saint Anthony listened quietly, then asked thoughtfully:
" Ince Zangwill doesn't know the exact location?"
"He hasn't been there?"
Cesimir shook her head and said:
"He's been inside before, but always with someone else's guidance; he didn't possess the crucial information."
Saint Anthony grunted in agreement, then asked:
"Has anyone figured out which group of members of the royal family is working with Ince Zangwill?"
"No," Crestet Cesimir paused before continuing, "Logically, regardless of whether the collaborator was disguising themselves, since they had met, there should be some fragments of memory remaining. But in Ince Zangwill's spirit body, there isn't a single trace of that; it's as if he never existed."
"Perhaps it's the influence of the contract that makes it so that even a Sequence 4 Demigod is completely unable to resist. The source of the contract's power deserves attention." Saint Anthony nodded slightly.
He thought for a moment and then said:
"The previous telegram didn't describe much, and I don't know the specifics of what happened. Who killed Ince Zangwill?"
Crestet Cesimir slowly exhaled and said:
"A name you'd never believe: Klein Moretti."
"The ' Nighthawks ' member who died in the Tingen incident?" Anthony's forehead wrinkles deepened.
"Yes, that's what Ilya reported. Nobody knows why Klein Moretti, who was only Sequence 8 at the time, came back to life, or why he was able to kill Ince Zangwill Demigod wielding '0-08', in less than a year..." Cesimir's expression became slightly strange at this point. "The Holy See ordered us to keep this information strictly confidential, not to reveal it to anyone except the archbishops and high deacons, and, and moreover, not to investigate Klein Moretti, just pretend he's been lying in his grave all along."
Saint Anthony remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded almost imperceptibly as if remembering something, and said:
"Perhaps, this is a Blessed of the goddesses..."
Cesimir looked up abruptly, staring at Saint Anthony as if he were Lunatic.
His lips moved a few times, but he ultimately said nothing.
Anthony didn't continue the topic, glanced at the door, and said seriously:
"Your mission may require a lot of investigation, which necessitates sufficient manpower. Well, the Soest Squad has completed its mission in the Southern Continent. I've ordered them to return as soon as possible and follow your instructions."
"Okay." Crestet Cesimir had no objection.
"Take a day to rest, then return to Backlund?" Leonard looked up at the squad leader, Soest.
Soest looked at him with pity, who had been silent for a long time, and nodded:
"Right."
After watching the " Spirit Warlock " leave his room, Leonard sighed silently and leaned back against the wall.
Just then, a Red Light suddenly burst forth before his eyes, completely engulfing him before he could react.