Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

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"Don't try to commit suicide in front of the devil," I said in the gentlest tone, "unless you wish to dedicate your soul to him."

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Ince Zangwill covered his right hand, where I had broken three fingers, and trembled as he clutched the bleeding gauze. This was the minimum punishment for offending the angel, for not going out to greet me when he faced me, but trying to drive me away with a 0-08 - a ridiculous act.

So he still didn't dare to approach, nor did he dare to sit down. He stood beside the chair where I was sitting, looking at me and the notebook in my hand that originally belonged to him with the most fearful and vigilant eyes. I handed him the new hat I bought for 2 pounds, and motioned him to help me hang it on the hanger at the door. He hesitated for a few seconds, stretched out his left hand with all five fingers, took it clumsily, and hung it up himself. This is good, proving that he has learned his lesson and understands that even demons don't want to be covered in blood all the time.

Today is cloudy. I flipped through the diary in a good mood and found that many interesting things had happened in the small city of Tingen before I arrived. For example, the puppet of "Duke Antigonus" pointed out a descendant of its owner to the night watcher. This poor little toy was originally the most popular puppet in the family, but now it has become a sword hanging over the head of the last descendant of the Antigonus family and ready to fall at any time.

For example, there is a night watcher named Leonard who "holds a special secret", and Klein who strangely did not die, also a night watcher. And there is also the nightmare Dunn Smith who broke into my dream last night and ate the afternoon tea I prepared for Miss Wall and her friends.

The Night Watchmen under the command of the Goddess of Night are truly full of talented people.

I flipped through this notebook. It took me a long time to read. It was wrinkled and tattered. Most of the previous content described how he hid and how he used coincidences to lure away the pursuing Nighthawks. During the years of his defection, he traveled all over the place and finally came to this small town. He plotted to obtain the holy relics corresponding to Sequence 4 of the adjacent pathways and tried to advance across pathways, so he secretly made many arrangements. However, judging from the records, there were only a few successful ones. That Klein always caused unexpected situations, which prevented him from fully achieving his goals.

"The kindhearted Ince Zangwill offered help?"

I read this sentence, and he looked even more frightened, as if he was going to escape through the window in the next second. But even the gate to the underworld couldn't let him escape, so what use was a window to the garden? But not only did I not intend to blame him, but I wanted to praise him: "I was wondering why Mr. Z's report actually said "the seeds were successfully planted, and the mother body is stable". According to our expectations, the first step of this descent would not be successful. It turned out that you took action and did not let the mother body die at that time. You did a good job. "

This is very interesting, I think. - If I remember correctly, the seal of the Church of Evernight, "0-08", is called the Pen of Alesuhod, which corresponds to the sequence one "writer" of the "audience" path, and has caused the death of angels. Level 0, the highest confidentiality, cannot be spread outside, even when informing relevant personnel, only the simplest appearance will be described.

It was hard to imagine that such a sealed object could be controlled by a Bishop of Sequence 5. What was even more unimaginable was that he had not been written off for three years, and even successfully evaded a series of pursuits and managed to get under the nose of the Goddess of Night.

Logically, 0-08 should have little interest in writers of this level, so the reason why he is still alive today is very intriguing.

I didn't think about it too much. After all, if there must be a higher-level narrator, someone more behind the scenes than the mastermind Ince Zangwill, to drive all of this, then the Sun, who is currently at the top of the "audience" path and is playing the role of his own son, is the biggest suspect.

"You did a great job, Ince Zangwill. You're very entertaining."

I closed my notebook and met his surprised and suspicious eyes. I was telling the truth, because the devil likes such despicable behind-the-scenes hands. He looked like he would do anything to achieve his goal, but he was unwilling to stain his hands with blood, and would rather play with other people's lives through secret influence; he was holding the highest-level seal, but he always hid in the dark corner like a rat that could not see the light. He was destined to become a victim, and I was willing to watch him continue to struggle to death to pass the time.

"So I won't help you, I won't favor you, and I won't protect you. You have to live on your own and let me appreciate your more despicable side - for this, I can give you some blessings."

The not-so-well-hidden anger froze on his face, and Ince Zangwill's only remaining deep blue, almost black eye showed a hint of suspicion and vigilance, before he realized that he had no right to refuse.

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After my visit with Ince Zangwill, I headed to Lower Street to see if the city's "misery" qualifies.

The Ernst Charity Foundation, founded by my subordinate, the "Angel of Temperance" Richard Ernst, has been around for two hundred years. He is an excellent human being, a capable human being, and a human being with an overly rich conscience. This is the first time I have seen someone who regards charity as his life's pursuit, let alone an angel. Therefore, his anchor is all the old, weak, sick and disabled people who are funded by the foundation. Kindness is his nature and his humanity. Once he tries to abandon all this, he will immediately lose control.

Charity is a bottomless pit. The foundation never makes ends meet, but it is always building new workhouses and welfare homes. As the leader and theoretically the recipient of the sacrifice, Richard Ernst even needs to use his secular status to solicit sponsorship, but the nobles don't care about charity.

When He came back from Feysac, He presented me with the relevant report. Even the nobles who had some background and knew His identity only provided less than 10 pounds of funding for this cause that did not bring any return.

The factory owners' comfortable villas were separated by a wall by dozens of people crammed together in small houses, where workers had to sleep on dirty floors for only a few soli a week and eat cheap, spoiled food. So Richard insisted on adding new machines that were less harmful to the human body to the factories in my industry, and gave workers a 10% higher salary and quite amazing medical subsidies for work-related injuries. As a result, my factories soon closed down one after another because they could not compete with their peers, and the meager profits made it impossible for the factory accountants to find any loopholes to make money.

This action also caused heavy losses to my "family" far away in Intis. At one point, we lost nearly half of our influence. The real person in charge was ostracized by his peers, was reported by employees because he was unable to afford the benefits of their employees, and had to sell the factory to a competitor at a low price. In the circle of factory owners, he was also despised as a fool with a lot of money and was taken advantage of.

After this farce, the real managers of the industry took back the business power given to Richard, and took back all the factories, stock investments and plantations. Only by exploiting cheap labor and even slaves like others could Richard provide the original capital for the charity industry.

——How ironic, how pitiful. Richard Ernst, a philanthropist with a reputation but no one cares about him, what do you want to do?
Baron Gramir coughed softly, leaving some scarlet marks on the palm of his hand, which were then absorbed by the human leather gloves.

His chest was shattered two days ago, and he didn't die on the spot because of his strong body at Sequence 6 of the Sailor Path. He was able to save his strength to escape, and found an opportunity to use his connections for treatment. But he didn't think that this was his good luck, just because the powerful Beyonder who happened to pass by didn't want to kill him.

Qi Lingos was very upset. After his life-threatening encounter that day, he panicked for the first time because of facing the High Sequence. He almost lost control. When he came to his senses, he had killed Baron Gramiel, whom he had been spying on and imitating for a long time. Without the tramp, he had to use a servant to fill his "creeping hunger" to prevent himself from overturning on the magical items when he was weak. Then he turned into the Baron, stayed in bed for two days and recovered smoothly.

The dangerous but not life-threatening job suddenly became a heavy burden on his shoulders. He hoped that he could recover quickly and complete the task. If he failed... Qi Lingos didn't dare to think about it.

It was obviously impossible to assassinate Duke Negan with this body, but he accepted the invitation to the dinner but did not show up, which made people feel more suspicious. Therefore, he decided to attend the ball, observe the security around Duke Negan and leave early, buy a ticket to leave Backlund temporarily, and return silently when he was able to perform the mission again.

It’s all because of that High-Sequence Expert… Damn it, if those two women hadn’t investigated me, I wouldn’t have ended up like this!

As a pirate general who admired strength and power, Qi Lingos certainly didn't dare to curse the strong. He could only curse Fors and Xio who were nearly killed in his heart to vent his anger. Thinking of the possible punishment for not completing the mission, and thinking that he would probably never have the chance to take revenge on those two women, his facial features involuntarily became a little hideous.

But the next second, he immediately adjusted his expression back to normal.

"Hello, Baron Gramir." Audrey greeted with a perfect smile and etiquette.

Across from him, Qi Lingos, who was disguised as Baron Gramire with sparse eyebrows and pale blue eyes, also smiled and saluted, saying, "Hello, Miss Hall, you are the brightest and most dazzling gem of this ball."

After a few aristocratic greetings, the two men went their separate ways.

After walking a few steps, Audrey suddenly frowned, her green eyes full of doubts: "Baron Gramiel is not the same as usual..."

"In the past, when he saw ladies and wives who were more beautiful than him, he would look away, not daring to look directly at them, and would constantly steal glances at them... But today, he seemed very confident..."

"No, in fact, the most abnormal thing is the smell of his perfume! When he attended various parties before, he always exuded the base note of the perfume 'Amber', which was pure and light, not ostentatious but noble. But the scent on his body just now was the middle note of 'Amber', dense, thick and elegant..."

"When he passed by me just now, was there any other smell? The perfume is so strong, it seems to be covering up something. It seems that, indeed, there was a faint smell of blood... Baron Gramiel has been sick and bedridden at home for two days. How could he smell of blood?"

Audrey's pace slowed down. As a "spectator" who had completely digested the potion, her keenness for details was incomparable to other extraordinary people. She recalled more and more doubts, and suddenly, she thought of a possibility, and her bright green eyes froze.

TBC
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IF Edward attends the Tarot Club

"Is this a kindergarten?" He took a look and memorized the approximate appearance and aura of everyone and added them to the assassination list, then he left.

IF Temperance Angel Richard Tarot Club
Richard: Lord, I entered a divine council, and the great being in charge called himself Mr. Fool.

Edward: Fool? Where are the fools now? Look at that half fool still paralyzed on the top of the mountain. Tell me the address so I can check it out. You have fallen into a pyramid scheme trap. Beware of new types of online fraud.

*Also, what does it mean that after going to the Feysac Empire and lobbying most of the nobles, he only got 10 pounds? Audrey exposed Qilingus and received a total of more than 4 pounds in rewards from various countries and organizations.

(End of this chapter)