Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

72
Edward Vaughan's Day.

I woke up from my luxurious Intis-style bed and stared at the draped top for a few minutes. All the furniture had been with me for more than a hundred years, and I could imagine every embossed line on the bedposts with my eyes closed. Every time the Allies and Richard saw them, they would look like they wanted to take away some ivory and gemstone decorations, or secretly take away a gold-inlaid chair or carved drawer and auction it off.

I go to bed on time at 11 o'clock every night, drink a glass of warm water before going to bed, and get up at 8 o'clock in the morning. Roselle and Adela both praise me for my humanity.

I started working, moving my allies to the side.

Since He came, He was able to take over some of the work of looking after the account books. He looked very unhappy, but I was very happy.

I neatly piled the monthly bills from various organizations and the weekly expense reports of the Aurora Club into His stroller. He rolled his eyes and reluctantly pulled out a book from the middle to read it. There was a huge bloody red stamp at the end of the account book:
The "loss" this month is 220 pounds 5 soli and 8 pence.

The ally's pupils trembled. This month, I lost the money for two sets of clothes. This is undoubtedly a double blow to the Aurora Club, which is not rich to begin with. But He has accepted it all and continued to look for other reports.

"Financial application: Two intelligence officers from Ahowa County accidentally left the wrong identification when delivering information. They were later arrested as Intis spies. The materials have been prepared and a total of 400 pounds of bail is required.

Note: No money. Let them break out of jail themselves. "

“Report: A dispute arose between a gang of highlanders and a charity event in Pritz Harbor, resulting in five deaths and ten injuries. The aftermath has been dealt with.

Comment: Well done, killing people is fine, but don't destroy buildings."

"Report: Your Excellency the Follower deliberately caused trouble and was unwilling to participate in the charity activities in the East District of Backlund. He has now been sent back to the headquarters for recuperation."

"Report: Mr. A, the divine envoy, has passed the merit assessment and is eligible for promotion. He also wishes to "continue to advance through this path, which is the path closest to the Lord" and refuses to advance through adjacent paths. There are currently no extra Sequence 4 traits in the guild. Do you want to issue tasks related to searching for potion materials?"

……

The allies began to get busy, sometimes issuing oracles, sometimes putting on a mask of pain in front of the bills. Miss Fors Wall's manuscript will not be handed over to me for review until the afternoon, so the progress of the opera music can be slowed down. Near noon, I put on my coat and leisurely went out to the store to buy ingredients and bread.

I met a gentleman from a law firm on another street that had a partnership with the editorial department. He greeted me and I greeted him too.

Passing by the East District of Backlund, I took a look at the despair and suffering of the people. Recalling the cooperation application sent by the Witch Cult before, the details were to help a senior staff member digest the potion and complete the ceremony. The ceremony location was the East District, which might cause a large-scale disaster. Well, I must admit that I like the disasters brought by witches and hunters, but I don’t like the death after the disaster. If she can prolong the process of disaster and dying indefinitely, I will be more interested.

However, the other party's cooperation agreement is to help the allies descend to the gods. Now that the Aurora Club has successfully descended to the gods, there is naturally no need for cooperation. As for whether the terms will be modified and continued, it is not something I want to think about.

This is a neighborhood where suffering and hope are intertwined, a blind spot in the vision of the gods, and a place where cults and extreme emotions breed.

Most of the people living here would sell anything for a bite of bread. Life and soul are the cheapest, and labor is the most valuable thing. I remember that I should have seen the person in charge of this place from the Pilgrimage Sect, but that was probably more than 20 years ago.

Noon. Go back to cook. The allies are determined not to maintain humanity in this way.

He is only Sequence 8, and it is not up to Him.

I built my happiness on His suffering, which was good. After a short lunch break, I took the completed music manuscript and went out early to prepare for the interview with Miss Forth at around 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

During this time, I decided to go to my favorite club to kill time, because there are various places to rest and enough afternoon tea to choose from, and there is a professional band with complete configuration to help me rehearse in advance - after the descent of the Ally God, I went there to pack food more often. If you don't have to be a member to enter, I really hope that Miss Fors can come here to talk to me.

Someone greeted me again. I nodded and smiled in return.

After a brief conversation, I learned that the front desk was processing a new member, and the lady who greeted me turned out to be a fan of my work and came to the Cragg Club every week.

The new member seemed to be a detective. He didn't notice me, and I didn't notice him. The waiter arranged a private reading room with a piano for me and notified the resident band to rehearse.

The rehearsal went very smoothly.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, I met Miss Fors at the old place. We had a great chat and I praised her exquisite smoky makeup.

——Smoky makeup was invented by Russell. It was used to show deep eye sockets and increase the three-dimensionality of facial features. It was very popular in Intis.

During the conversation, I asked about the Abraham family. Miss Fors knew nothing about it and was very interested in the secrets of the Fourth Epoch revealed in my few words. It seems that she must have obtained the bracelet by chance and became an Beyonder "apprentice".

Her bracelet and the seal I was carrying at the time had such strong aggregation properties that it must be a product of the Abraham family, or at least a legacy of someone closely related to the Abraham family. Since Miss Fors used it, there is a high probability that the voice of "Bethel Abraham" under the control of the Fallen Mother Goddess will be heard during the full moon. However, there is no direct conflict of interest between the Fallen Mother Goddess and me, so I don't have to help Abraham or even Mr. Men in order to stop Her. Even if the Fallen Mother Goddess is slightly better, the chances of tearing the seal and retrieving the source will be greater sooner, and it would be even better if I could suppress the Mother Tree of Desire.

Her progress was good, and although her handwriting became more and more sloppy as she went on, the plot and dialogue design were much better than the previous two times. The dialogue in a play is more exaggerated, gorgeous and obscure than the dialogue in a novel, and it was a good thing that she could make a smooth transition - I was very satisfied, as it meant that I could complete the work smoothly, so I gave her part of the manuscript fee in advance as an encouragement.

All are happy.

I was planning to go home to put down the manuscript and sheet music, but my ally asked me to go to the Aurora Club. I asked him why, and he said that Mr. A had received a big order, but he was not sure about the details and needed to be discussed in detail.

"A bounty for the assassination of Ambassador Intis. I don't know the exact amount, but the reward is 10,000 pounds."

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Mr. A sat silently in the underground church, praying quietly with his eyes downcast. The dark saint sitting next to him also said nothing, trying to figure out the possible meaning behind this mission.

"Internal strife among the nobles? Or does Loen intend to use this method to provoke a war between Loen and Intis?" Kosma muttered to himself uncertainly. "But this approach may not be too straightforward or too obvious, and after completing the mission, we will inevitably be retaliated fiercely by the four churches and the military of the two countries. You did a good job. The risk we took deserves a higher reward, especially at the critical moment when the Lord returns to the earth."

"Praise the Lord." Mr. A chanted devoutly.

"Praise the Lord." Kesma also closed his eyes and chanted silently.

After a few seconds of silence in the underground church, Mr. A spoke first: "I plan to assassinate Ambassador Baker tonight because he happens to be holding a dance party at home for some reason. This is a good opportunity to sneak in. In order to achieve a quick victory, I pray for the help of the saint."

"No problem, use the abilities of the 'recorder' you have released. The cooperation between the witch sect and us has been stranded, otherwise we can also use this opportunity to obtain some of their abilities. The disease curse is quite useful."

After that, the two sealed off the underground church. Mr. A used the ability to "record", and Cosma transformed into a black knight several meters tall, wearing armor that seemed to be forged with shadows, wielding a giant sword, and demonstrating the most basic and powerful slashing skills over and over again. After failing more than twenty times, he finally succeeded in recording a saint-level jump slash.

"At present, it seems that the force is sufficient, but the ability to control the opponent is lacking." Kosma changed back to human form and flipped through Mr. A's "notes" to ponder carefully. "You can use the ability of the lawyer channel, bribe or distort to temporarily imprison, but after switching, you must face the danger of being attacked by the ambassador's bodyguards..."

"I can help you, for example, with the dirty word "imprisonment"."

A voice with a devilish tone of temptation came from behind them. The devil walked out of the simulated "abyss" and greeted the two with a smile: "Perhaps you need more direct help? I don't know how strong you can record, but "Death" should be enough to kill the ambassador and all living things in the current venue. It is suitable for assassination."

"Thank you for your kindness. Our goal is only to kill an ambassador, not the lives of all the nobles and wealthy businessmen present. This will implicate the forces behind them." Before Mr. A could speak, Kesma immediately replied, "Angel-level extraordinary abilities are too precious. After being recorded, they can probably perform at the level of top saints. Perhaps, what we need is your "Imprisonment" related spells."

"Chaos and despair are the true nature of everything. That's all. This is the will of our allies. I just came to see if you need help."

The Abyss Angel doesn't care about being rejected. His temper is always unimaginably good, which is why people dare not treat him with contempt and are indescribably afraid of him:

"Our believers have been working closely together recently. I don't mind helping the envoys of our allies. I can give you Death and Imprisonment. If there are other demonic abilities in your records, I may be able to raise them to the Saint level by infusing them with spirituality."

Mr. A was overjoyed and immediately shepherded the recorder. After trying repeatedly for more than an hour, he finally recorded the ability successfully. He had contacted the person who would provide help in advance, a timber merchant who was invited to the dance. Their whole family happened to be devout believers of the Lord. At that time, Mr. A would hide in the body of his accompanying daughter, let the girl use her appearance to seduce the ambassador to be alone, and then he would wait for an opportunity to assassinate her.

This pious and respectable girl is doomed to die, so the Aurora Society will reward and favor this family who sacrificed for the Lord, helping them to listen to the Lord's holy teachings, become extraordinary people, change their names and escape subsequent dangers.

After Mr. A left, the Dark Sage asked, "Do you think we need to secretly investigate the poster of the bounty?"

"I don't think it's necessary." Edward didn't care. "Now is the time to shrink our forces and reorganize ourselves. There's no need to create unnecessary trouble. Besides, the instigator behind this may not allow you to investigate his whereabouts. Killing a few related bounty hunters will only cut off the source of income. It's meaningless."

"I understand. Also, Your Excellency the Favored One disobeyed the arrangements and his reputation within the guild is getting worse. Do you need my help in mediating?"

"That's not necessary," He said. "I will handle this matter. If he does anything or runs away, just tell me directly."

"Yes. There is one last thing." Kosma said, "A murder case was discovered somewhere in the East District. The murderer used the method of hollowing out the internal organs to kill. We suspect that there is a "devil" in Backlund acting in secret."

“…This is an interesting thing.”

The Abyss Angel touched his chin and smiled with interest: "Please keep an eye on them for me. However, with the convergence of Beyonder characteristics, they will run into me sooner or later... Let me see, which family sent me snacks?"

TBC
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It’s so tiring to update daily! I really want to slack off!
*The three major demon families looked at Edward like Jacob meeting Amon.

*Every time Edward goes out: he is full of confidence, but in fact he doesn’t know anyone when he greets them. Who are you, who are you, who are you.jpg
(End of this chapter)