Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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In a room under the Saint Samuel Church in the northern district of Backlund. Wearing a black hooded robe, blue eyeshadow and blush, Daly, who showed a kind of enchanting and cold beauty, found a seat and sat down casually, picking up the documents on the table. She glanced at it, her eyes suddenly froze, and then her brows knitted tightly, suppressing something and asked:
"Lanevers? Why don't I know about this?"
"Why wasn't I informed of last night's actions?"
Sitting in the main seat, Creste Sesima hid his chin and lips in his vertical collar again and spoke in a low voice:
"I was worried that you wouldn't be able to control your emotions, which would bring unnecessary risks to the operation, so I didn't let anyone tell you."
"I understand your feelings. There is a Nighthawk in Tingen Team who is receiving instruction and training in the temple and is preparing to join the Red Gloves. His performance is similar to yours, but as the person in charge of the operation and the senior deacon of the Nighthawks, I must exclude unstable factors."
Daly glanced at the other Nighthawks captains and deacons who were summoned and snorted, "Why do you think I can't control my emotions? I'm calm and I won't act impulsively!"
"My anger will only erupt after Lanevus is captured! This is the professionalism of a senior night watchman and a deacon!"
"If I catch Lanevus, I will let him know that men are also fragile! I will let him have a cold, rotten, but stiff corpse behind his buttocks, and a skeleton full of barbs and stench in front of his body. I will let those cold little guys enter and exit every possible part of his body!"
"Damn it! You just let him die like that!"
Creste Cecima looked at Daly calmly, listened to her words silently, and then sighed and said: "How long have you been patient?"
Daly was stunned for a moment, and suddenly whispered in frustration like a deflated ball:
"It's been a long time..."
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"Teacher, I have something to report to you this time." Richard spoke unyieldingly. Seeing the owl turn its head back and reluctantly open one eye to look at him, he quickly continued, "It's about the Rose School of the Southern Continent, and me, no, your industry."
Owls are silent, or rather, it would be more frightening if the bird suddenly started talking. Alia was extremely nervous, and her knowledge of the "extraordinary world" was limited to some rumors. She was highly expected by everyone in the workhouse, and she learned to read and write, and even successfully entered the university. She will have the opportunity to cross her class and become a teacher and housekeeper from an orphan in the slums. She is a believer of the goddess of night, and she can even become a government employee in a specific profession in the future. Therefore, everyone hopes that she can have a normal and beautiful life, and does not give her the opportunity to join the organization behind the workhouse, the mysterious sect whose name she does not even know.
But she has always had this wish in her heart, to gain truly powerful strength, like the dean's wife, to protect more people.
Richard's inspiration was slightly touched, and the owl was finally willing to look at him for a few seconds, then flapped its wings and quietly disappeared into the darkness.
The Angel of Temperance breathed a sigh of relief: "He agreed." Richard turned his head and smiled again, "Alia, let's go to the Cherwood District. Do you see it? It's the district with the tall spire of the Storm Church. We have somewhere to go tonight. If you aspire to become a housekeeper in the future, you can start to get familiar with the nobles' houses now."
"…How did you come to an understanding with an owl?"
"If he doesn't want to care about me, he will just throw me out." Richard explained casually, and then walked with Alia under the dim gas street lights. They quickly crossed the streets and finally stopped in front of the single-family villa with a small garden that Richard was very familiar with.
As they approached, the iron gate opened silently and Alia was startled and hid a little behind Richard.
Richard walked in front, calmly walking up the steps. Before he could knock on the door, the black door opened a crack, and a warm yellow light shone from inside. The light seemed to have some magic power, and Alia, who was a little scared at first, quietly relaxed and was no longer vigilant. She even wanted to go in and visit this kind gentleman eagerly.
Her shoulder was shaken, and Alia suddenly woke up. She saw Mr. Ernst's serious face, and then she realized that she had walked in front of him without knowing when, with her hand on the door handle.
She was belatedly terrified.
Richard led her into the house naturally. Alia stood very stiffly in the wide entrance hall - this place was larger than the classroom of the poorhouse. She didn't feel it when she just entered the door, but her eyes were almost blinded when the crystal chandelier in the hall was turned on.
Hand-woven, glittering tapestries hung with gems, gold- or silver-plated wallpapers, gold and silver threads everywhere, crystals, gem inlays and mosaics, countless gorgeous items that she couldn't name... Alia was terrified and felt that she had come to an extraordinary place. Even if she sold herself to a human trafficker, she didn't know if she could afford a chair here.
"You've brought guests again."
A strange voice came, with a strange magic that made people look in the direction of the voice unconsciously. Alia noticed that there was a person sitting on the sofa with his back to her, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry in his tone.
"The third room from the left on the second floor is the guest room. It is now open to you and you can use all the facilities inside." The owner of the room said to her, "Go and have a rest. Don't let me see you."
Alia looked at Richard, who added, "Go to bed immediately when you get there. Don't listen or look around out of curiosity, and don't touch anything."
"Just consider this a task I'm giving you." Richard smiled. "Good night, Alia. Have a good sleep. See you tomorrow."
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After watching Alia carefully run up the stairs and disappear at the end of the stairs, Richard finally breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly adjusted his state, walked to the opposite side of the sofa without changing his expression, and sat down opposite Edward.
Edward put down the newspaper: "Begin your report."
"Yes." Richard glanced at the Backlund Daily that was placed aside and organized his words for a few seconds. "The Rose School of the Southern Continent has recently shown strange movements. Their sacrifices are more frequent than before, and there are many signs that they seem to be cooperating with the Blood Worship Cult. I suspect they are planning something big, but I don't have any clue yet."
"Ah."
"The second thing is the disappearance of a large number of indigenous people in the southern continent. According to the report of the person in charge Backlund, trafficking has also occurred in the eastern region. Some of the female workers who lost their jobs due to the introduction of machines have disappeared strangely. It is said that they have found jobs, but she has not arranged any yet."
"Yeah." Edward said calmly, "I know about this matter too. It's because someone wants to become the new Black Emperor."
"The Black Emperor?" Richard was slightly stunned. He had experienced the rise and fall of the Black Emperor, and soon figured out the connection. His expression suddenly changed, "I see... the new law that was urgently introduced, the various styles and house formats that have emerged in the past twenty years, the Kingdom of Loen obtaining the crown of Emperor Balam... were the missing people kidnapped to be the anchor of the future Black Emperor? No, no, there are too few people. Were they captured to build the mausoleum?"
"Yes." "The Seven Gods... With the precedent of Emperor Roselle, it is impossible for the Seven Gods not to see that the Seven Gods are planning to support an obedient Black Emperor?"
To be fair, it doesn't matter to the people which emperor or king sits on the throne. In this era, ordinary people can't live a happy and easy life. But the change of the throne often means social unrest and disputes. If the emperor dies, the war will undoubtedly bring greater disasters. The Angel of Temperance has no ill feelings towards George III, and even has a slightly better impression of him because of the Employee Examination Act, and the Seven Gods seem to have acquiesced to this. In summary, He does not seem to have any goal of making an enemy of him.
But the people who were abducted cannot just let it go. I can privately investigate the location of the mausoleum and find a way to bring them back. Richard said tentatively: "There is only one Black Emperor, so what about Emperor Roselle...?"
"It doesn't matter to me who the Black Emperor is." Edward took a sip of tea, "As long as they die in a spectacular way, that's enough."
"I am looking forward to seeing how he will die, provided that George III has the ability to become the Black Emperor."
Richard felt regretful for a few seconds, but this emotion quickly disappeared from his heart, and he sat up straight, ready to face the criticism.
"It seems that you are ready." The Abyss Angel sneered, "Have you gone to cause trouble for Su'a this year?"
“No…no.” Richard was calm. “But I caused trouble for the Rose School many times, robbed many slaves and sacrifices, and successfully escaped from Sua’s hands. I also successfully collected the extraordinary characteristics of the Indulgence School through fishing enforcement, and can train new people.”
"Have you found the last of the Prisoner Pathway Sequence One Characteristics?"
"No...no." Richard could still insist, "But I was lucky enough to find another angel from the Temperance Sect! Of course, that one can no longer be said to have survived, he has died and became a spiritual being. He can occasionally receive information from the real world, although he still thinks that I am no longer a companion after my conversion, and I am a cultist, so he doesn't like me. He is unwilling to cooperate with me to further expand the size of the Temperance Sect, but I don't need him either."
"What's the point of having one more angel? Can you advance to Sequence 2 by eating two servings of Sequence 1? It's been almost two hundred years and you still haven't completed the ritual!"
"Okay okay."
“So is your organization’s revenue positive this year?”
"Yes... it's one thousand seven hundred and twenty pounds, five soli and three pence." Richard's forehead began to sweat. "I have issued new rectification regulations internally, simplifying everything to save money. I have also used my own money to invest in emerging banks and steel industries. It is expected to start making profits in ten years. Now I am still short of money. Of course, if you are willing to give me some activity funds, it doesn't need to be much, probably this coffee table will be enough, we can go to cause trouble for the Rose School a few more times next year..."
"Sea is alive and well, and the Rose School is thriving, but you are being chased around by Sea and the Seven Gods, and you took time out to send a little girl to college. You still dare to ask me for money?" Edward laughed in anger, and the corners of his mouth showed signs of splitting towards the back of his head. "Do you need me to tell you what your job is? Did you come here today for me to arrange your death?"
"I'm wrong……"
"But it's not impossible to get event funding." Edward suddenly changed the subject, "I can give you 10,000 pounds, and you don't have to go through the trouble of rushing to meet year-end performance in the remaining months of this year."
Richard's heart suddenly started to alarm, but he leaned forward honestly, as if he wanted to hear more details.
"Go and help me collect Roselle's diaries, especially those that are forbidden by the church. It's time to use your connections." Edward said calmly. Richard then noticed that there was an old brushed notebook next to him. "Also, help me find the traces of the abyss. I have a feeling that someone is going to cause trouble for me, but I don't know who it is."
Looking for the diary of Emperor Roselle? It seems that although you don't say it, you still want to save His Majesty Roselle in your heart... As for the abyss, your method can more accurately perceive the intersection between those and reality, why do you want me to go? Richard said tactfully: "I will try my best to find the diary, but if I look for the abyss, the result may not be satisfactory. Why do you..."
"I'm too lazy to go."
"Oh." The Temperance Angel had no choice but to obey. "I heard that there were survivors of demons and the Abyss who were accidentally seen somewhere on the sea. I do plan to go to the sea before the New Year to check out the developments in Bayam."
"You decide," the devil said. "If you don't do it well, you won't get paid."
"I will definitely do my best." Richard immediately changed his words.
After a few seconds of silence, Edward thought for a moment and then, contrary to common sense, took the initiative to bring up a topic: "The girl you brought is very interesting."
"Appreciate further details."
"She has the potential to become a Beyonder." Edward looked out the window, "but she won't gain divinity, and she will die."
Richard was very calm: "Everyone will die. I can't stop her from going on the extraordinary path, but I will be happy that she can die as a human being."
"It's strange that she also has connections with Traynor."
Richard's face changed slightly. Richard became restless and began to think.
"I have long felt that Mr. Treanor's style of doing things is too open. I am a conservative and old-fashioned person and I cannot agree with him changing his partner every month." Richard was very serious. "I hope you can allow me to give him some small and insignificant advice!"
"She's a college student. It's impossible for her to go to Trier in the short term." Edward muttered to himself, his tone somewhat puzzled. "So why did Treanor come to Backlund? Who asked him to come?"
"Is it a war? Because of the Black Emperor? Interesting..."
TBC
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Treanor: I was having a party and flirting with girls when Richard suddenly rushed in and talked to me for two hours. Before leaving, he stole two sets of sterling silver cutlery from me.
(End of this chapter)