Seeing Frank's smile, Cattleya's emotions were rather complicated. She quickly turned her gaze back to the fishing village near the port where the " Future " was located.
No one could have imagined that this was an important stronghold of the Moss Ascetic Order.
To evade potential detection by the Aurora Order, " Admiral of Stars " Cattleya and her fleet have been stationed here for some time now!
Instead of setting sail immediately, she prepared to go ashore and use the facilities in the fishing village to contact the men who remained in Bayam to monitor the " Artisan " Sharif, so as to ascertain the situation and formulate a plan.
With this premise in mind, the " Future " will set sail for Bayam, the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, a journey of several days.
In July, dawn breaks exceptionally early in Backlund, but the overall temperature is not hot, and doesn't even exceed 30 degrees Celsius.
Emlyn shielded his eyes from the sunlight piercing through the clouds with his top hat, stepped down from the carriage, and entered the Harvest Church.
At a glance, he saw Father Utravsky, dressed in a brown priest's robe and wearing a clergy cap, standing like a mountain peak in front of the Holy Emblem of Life, preaching to a few believers who had come to pray that morning.
Emlyn didn't look around much, walked straight to the back of the church, went to his own room, and skillfully changed into his priest's robes.
As he wiped the candlesticks and other items, he waited for the worshippers to leave. About twenty minutes later, he finally found an opportunity to sit next to Bishop Utravsky, gazing at the Holy Emblem of Life, and muttered to himself:
"Father, I have a question for you."
With sparse eyebrows, light blue eyes, and several noticeable wrinkles, Bishop Utravsky smiled and responded:
"Speak."
Emlyn paused for a moment, then spoke the words he had pondered repeatedly the previous night:
"If, and I mean if, a distant relative deceived you, putting you and your friend in danger and nearly costing you your life, and it wasn't a court case, how would you punish them?"
Even seated, Father Utravsky was like a small mountain, and he spoke in a deep, gentle voice:
"First, you need to determine whether the relative Error negligence or deliberately deceived you and led you into a trap. If it is the former, you need to warn, remind, and teach him, rather than just thinking about punishing him. If it is the latter, you also need to confirm whether this is his usual style of doing things."
"Yes, then eliminate him. Otherwise, he will inevitably harm others, harm the innocent. Ending his life, returning him to the earth, and Restart the cycle of reincarnation is an act of mercy, a Purification..."
... Clearing... The priest spoke of killing with a peace, naturalness, and serenity that surpassed even the "world"! Emlyn's facial muscles twitched slightly, and he quickly interrupted Father Utravsky's reply:
"No, he doesn't usually behave like this. He only targeted me this time for some reason. I... I don't want to kill him because of this."
Emlyn froze, as if he had implied that he was the victim and that the problem stemmed from within the Sanguine.
Father Utravsky glanced at him, a satisfied smile on his face, and said:
"That's right, you've come to understand the preciousness of life."
Emlyn forced a smile:
So how should he be punished?
Father Utravsky looked ahead at the Holy Emblem of Life and said:
"I do not advocate resorting to violence. You can bring him here, let him listen to my sermons, read the scriptures, appreciate the preciousness of life, feel the mercy of the Mother Goddess, and work for the sins he has committed."
Isn't this exactly what I've been through...? Emlyn paused, then realized that this method suited his taste perfectly.
This won't kill Ernes Boyar, nor is it simply a matter of beating someone up and demanding some compensation. More importantly, it doesn't escalate to a fight and won't cause internal conflicts within the Sanguine!
Of course, every method has its drawbacks, and for Emlyn, the biggest problem if he wanted to do this is:
How do I bring Ernes Boyar to the Harvest Church?
From the moment he started volunteering here, all the Sanguine in Backlund knew to stay away from this area, Ernes Boyar was no exception; there was no way he could be tricked into coming here!
If he were to resort to violence, Emlyn was confident that with the ring bestowed upon him by the progenitor Lilith and the ability to rent a powerful and magical "spellbook" from the "Magician," defeating Viscount Ernest Boyar wouldn't be too difficult. However, controlling him would be a different story. After all, Ernest was a vampire viscount, equivalent to a Sequence 5 Extraordinary. Furthermore, although Ernest wasn't very old, he still possessed a considerable collection.
In this situation, taking direct action would be difficult to control, and could easily lead to bloodshed, which would contradict Emlyn's original intention.
Perhaps cooperation is needed... In Backlund, Tarot Club. If they cooperate, they should be able to easily control Ernes... Uh, they can't reveal their identities because of this. It's best to carry out the cooperation in stages and not meet each other... Amidst his thoughts, Emlyn made a decision to issue a task at next week's Tarot Club and seek help.
He nodded slightly, responding to Father Utravsky's earlier suggestion:
"Sounds pretty good."
I plan to calm down for a few days before making a decision.
Father Utravsky nodded and smiled slightly:
"The process from sowing to harvesting is a long one, requiring patience, and you seem to understand that."
Of course, this is a very simple principle! Emlyn tilted his chin slightly, habitually clasped his hands together, and began to pray before the Holy Emblem of Life.
22 Phelps Street, the location of the " Loen Charity Bursary Foundation ".
Audrey put the documents back on the table, glanced up at the wall clock hanging in the boardroom, and still couldn't relax.
She had arranged to meet Stephen Hampres Islante.
Clearly, this means there will be a test. If the Psychology Alchemists group is cautious enough, it may have already reported the matter, and there might be a member of the judging panel secretly observing everything.
Based on her own level and abilities, Audrey could not yet confirm how terrifying the High-Sequence " Spectator " was, but she could imagine how they would behave in certain areas, which made her uncontrollably nervous and afraid of being "seen" and having problems exposed.
"Actually, I should have delayed a bit longer. Although the timing I chose and the emotions I displayed were in line with psychological logic, delaying the meeting any longer would definitely arouse suspicion. But compared to a little bit of suspicion, it's more important to wait for Mr. 'World' to return from the Southern Continent. That way, I could directly arrange to meet them at the Foundation without worrying about the High-Sequence ' Spectator ' discovering anything... Sigh, Audrey, you still haven't thought things through enough..." Audrey sighed silently for a few moments, giving herself a " Placate " to calm her emotions.
In the afternoon, instead of leaving the " Loen Charity Bursary Foundation," she sat in her office, bowed her head, clasped her hands together, and quietly prayed to Mr. " The Fool."
Having accomplished this, she, along with her maid Annie and her large dog Susie, boarded her own carriage and headed to the home of furniture merchant Stephen Hampres.
Just as the carriage started moving, a dazzling beam of light suddenly appeared before Audrey's eyes.
Within the pillar of light, an Angel bathed in golden light and possessing twelve pairs of wings slowly descended, her wings composed of flames enveloping her layer by layer, only to dissipate again and again.
Audrey's vision quickly returned to normal, and she glanced discreetly at her personal maid Annie, and the golden retriever, Susie, noticing that they were completely unaware of what had just happened.
This Angel is a little different from the ones before... As Mr. The Fool recovers more, has His Angel also recovered further? With a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, Audrey suppressed her smile, her heart becoming unusually certain.
Less than half an hour later, her carriage stopped at Stephen Hampres's door.
After handing her hand to the maid Annie, Audrey stepped down from the carriage, walked to the door, and watched as her attendant rang the doorbell.
Not long after, Islante came to Door Opening and, as usual, led Audrey directly to the living room on the first floor, while the maid Annie and the big dog Susie were led into the living room by the servants to wait.
Upon reaching the living room door, Islante placed his palm on the handle and made a rather solemn gesture of invitation.
Audrey had a vague idea of what was going on, but she remained outwardly calm and slowly walked through the door that Islante had opened.
Islante didn't go in; he closed the living room door from the outside.
Audrey then looked ahead and saw an elderly man sitting quietly on a single sofa directly opposite the entrance to the living room.
The old man was dressed in a shirt, vest, three-piece suit, and striped blue-gray trousers, with a dark red bow tie. His hair was completely white but still thick, and he had a gentle and refined demeanor.
He had a pair of blue eyes that seemed to hold Wisdom and knowledge, and apart from deep forehead wrinkles, he had almost no wrinkles elsewhere.
Audrey recognized him; this was Herabergen Rambis, the royal advisor!
Of course, Audrey already knew the old man's secret identity at the Tarot Club:
Member of the Psychology Alchemists Council!
She didn't hide her surprise, because she was genuinely surprised Herabergen Rambis was likely to come, she thought he wouldn't come directly, but would only observe from the shadows and have Hilbert or Stephen speak to her on his behalf.
"Are you surprised?" Herabergen Rambis asked with a smile.
He immediately stood up, bowed, and said:
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Audrey."
Audrey deliberately opened her mouth, then closed it again, before responding with a complicated smile:
I don't know how to address you.
Herabergen Rambis chuckled:
"The same as always."
He pointed to the sofa next to him and said:
"Sit down and let's talk."
Audrey quietly took a deep breath, a faint smile on her face, and walked over at a leisurely pace. She sat down on the sofa, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far from the other person.