Chapter 36
Chapter 36
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There was about an hour left before Roselle passed away.
Because he would not help Him, Edward became the only relaxed person in the tense atmosphere that was about to explode. This time the court meeting was more tense than in the past. The frightened civil servants and guards ran back and forth around Him, deciphering the information and code words and informing their master.
The uneasy nobles would pretend to be confident and talk to Him. How was the meeting, how were the envoys of His Majesty and the church? Oh, of course we are loyal to His Majesty! My Lord, what do you think?
Edward responded leisurely, taking in all the different attitudes: doubtful, relieved, terrified, nervous. Almost everyone couldn't calm down, fearing that they had made the wrong bet and would lose everything.
Everyone was working diligently at their positions, waiting for the second shoe to drop with their own thoughts. This was the end of the Black Emperor, just like a grand drama finally reaching its final act, a long suicide note finally reaching the time to sign the writer's name, everyone held their breath and stretched their necks to wait and admire how the glory fell, who would be willing to interrupt its progress at this moment?
Of course Edward would not do that, the Decayed King had already bought a special seat. If He wanted to help, He could have done it on the night when He followed the revelation of spiritual intuition and discovered the assassination plot of the remnants of the Sauron family and the Church of the Eternal Sun. But what did He do at that time? "The lingering assassins nervously completed the plan and prepared to leave through the hidden secret passage, but when they opened the door, they saw the smiling Angel of the Abyss, and in an instant, everyone's blood ran cold."
"You're just starting now." The devil said with some regret, "I overestimated your courage and hatred. Well, I wish you success."
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The new week starts with the usual Tarot reading.
Nearing three o'clock in the afternoon, Klein floated up into the gray mist and sat in the first seat, materializing a fake "world". Then he leaned back in his chair with a leisurely mood, tapping his fingers lightly on the long bronze table.
Looking back at what happened last night, if the murder of Lanevus was an unplanned improvisation, then the encounter with the "Angel of the Abyss" was a pure accident, and gaining some mystical knowledge from this fellow senior was a pleasant surprise. Klein somewhat understood the feelings of the other members of the Tarot Club when they gained "common sense" from him, and decided to communicate more with the seniors in the future. Of course, he also had to be prepared for the angel to have no interest in what he could give, to ignore him, or even get angry...
As he thought about it, Klein's fingers tapping the table suddenly slowed down, and his brows slightly furrowed.
"I was a little impatient last night..."
"Theoretically, even if he is from my hometown, he is still a stranger to me. There is no reason for me to let down my guard so quickly and even ask him."
"Could it be the power of the 'devil' path? I can ask Little Sun later... But before our first encounter last night, I had seen Him many times in Emperor Roselle's diary, so it's normal for me to have some initial good feelings for Him. Plus, I just killed Lanevus for revenge, so my emotions must have been a little out of control. Well, although I lost my caution a little, it's still within my understanding. I must remember to be more careful next time."
After reviewing yesterday's events, Klein nodded slightly, calmed himself, and informed everyone that the party was about to begin.
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The new week begins by kicking out the unsuccessful students.
Edward left his residence and locked the door. He hesitated between the Krag Club and the editorial office for a while before finally deciding to go to the Aurora Club. There was no particular reason, but the Lanevus incident ended in a strange way after all, so he had to go back and have a chat with his allies.
Crossing the streets and alleys, we descended into the wide underground building. Half of the Aurora Society's largest stronghold in Backlund is buried underground. The shadows and pitch-black environment make the Beyonders who pass through the Hanged Man feel comfortable. Walking slowly along the corridor, the left side leads to the dim and silent underground church. Today is not Sunday, but the believers are praying silently. The right side leads to the office space, and at the end is the office of the Dark Saint - the Dark Saint was originally a mobile personnel, wandering in various strongholds, collecting intelligence to support his companions, but because of the influence of the successful God's Descent, he now has to stay in Backlund.
In the shadows, a door in front opened and candlelight floated out. This was a person holding a candlestick, obviously not a secret praying person who could be at ease in the dark. She was talking to someone at the door, and before she could close the door, she saw Edward.
Someone who knows me. Edward thought for a moment. The huge scar on this face was very recognizable: "East District?"
"Yes. Good afternoon, Your Highness Vaughn." Maria was obviously much more relaxed than when they first met. She was not surprised to see the leader in the base of the cooperative organization. She reported in a very natural manner, "Last time you asked me to investigate Kapin, I have obtained preliminary results. When I was tracking down the whereabouts of the missing female workers, I found that there were gangsters and human traffickers taking advantage of the situation. I caught them and tortured them. They admitted that they were working for Kapin and provided relatively strong evidence."
"well done."
Workers are missing. This is the second time I have heard this word in twelve hours. It seems that George III is not being covert enough. Anyone who pays a little attention and observes the lower class people for a long time can find out. Edward did not remind her of his intention. Richard Ernst will sooner or later announce the reason for the disappearance within the Pilgrims: "Kapin is just a buoy on the water. Sacrifice Kapin's soul to me, and then you can recite my honorable name."
Maria agreed. When they finished speaking, the other person standing by the door stepped forward and bowed:
“Greetings, Your Highness.” Mr. Z thanked him sincerely. “It was my fault that the divine descent failed, and I also let Lanevus escape. I held you back in this activity, and I actually need you to help me clean up the mess after my escape. I really have no face to face the Lord and your high hopes.”
Edward glanced at him and said, "The failure of God's descent was within His expectations. I just completed my part of the mission. The Aurora Society should punish you. You don't need to come to me to apologize, and you are not allowed to tear off your own skin like Mr. A while saying you have no face to see the Lord."
Maria looked away in pain as she recalled the bad memories.
Mr. Z was deeply moved and nodded repeatedly. Edward did not communicate with him much. He just responded perfunctorily and continued on his way.
He walked into the office of the Dark Saint at the end of the corridor, opened the secret compartment, and continued down the stairs for dozens of meters. A relatively new wooden door appeared in front of him. The traces of chiseling on the surrounding stone walls were brand new and still had edges and corners. From time to time, some stones and dust fell down. Edward knocked on the door with two fingers together, then pushed open the wooden door and entered the small underground stone house.
This is an underground space of about 100 square meters. The reliefs on the wall are brand new, as are the brass candlesticks inserted in the wall. In the middle and back stands not the inverted cross giant that can be seen everywhere in the Aurora Society, but a high-backed chair with red velvet cushions that looks very comfortable. The reliefs are engraved with believers kneeling in worship, some kneeling on the ground and praying silently, and some stretching their arms forward. And the direction they are heading is exactly the high-backed chair on the third-level stone platform.
A shadow flowed over the high-backed chair, and a scarlet eyeball rolled out from the shadow and rolled down the steps to Edward's feet. "Is this the simple temple that your believers built overnight?"
Edward looked at the eyeballs with a serious expression: “Ally, you can’t always stay in such a dark and humid place, you won’t grow taller.”
“…This container of mine is not yet old enough to worry about not growing taller.” A faintly unhappy voice came from the high-back chair. It was heavy and dull, and extremely inconsistent with the face of the child who was only two or three years old. However, the dark saint who came to worship probably didn't have much courage to look his master directly in the eye, and the voice alone sounded very majestic and reliable.
The True Creator sat casually on the chair: "What's the matter?"
"Nothing. Didn't you ask me to find your right-hand man? I went to look for him, but I didn't find any clues."
The shadowy demon servant brought a chair from somewhere, and Edward sat down. "I have to say, your subordinate named Medici is really missing, and your history has been buried for more than a thousand years. The "God of War" is nowhere to be found. I asked my servants to collect news about the high-ranking hunters. Among the messy rumors and stories, the only interesting one is the Binxi Island in the sea."
"Oh?" The True Creator showed some interest. "Go ahead."
"Binsey Island believes in the God of Weather. I think there was once a weather wizard here." Edward said slowly, "If this is a back-up plan or a hint, it is too obvious. Besides, this island was conquered by Rune decades ago, and now it has converted to the Lord of Storms."
"You mean, Binxi Island may be related to Medici, but the relationship is not that big?" The True Creator pondered for a moment, "Indeed, He is not such a reckless person, but I believe that there must be something else hidden in Binxi Island. Perhaps that is why He made it so obvious that people there believed in the "Weather God"."
Edward did not comment: "My students have plans to go on a sea trip at the end of the year. They can help you go to Binxi Island to have a look."
"My ally, you have too little information to give me. No one responded when I said his name. Medici either has no spiritual imprint left, or died in a corner unknown to anyone. I had planned to search for the Abyss in the next few years, and fight a decisive battle with Fabuti after being promoted. Now I am held back by your commission. You should give me more compensation, right?"
The real Creator did not respond. The purpose of doing this commission was to intimidate Him and distract Him, so that He would not go crazy and strangle this little clone of His in the cradle. Medici's death was related to his divine clone, but the other party refused to help Him in this matter, and even said mysteriously that the time was not right. That face, that expression, saw that the human side, whose condition was getting better, was getting harder and harder, but in the end, he was still worried about the difference in strength and did not hit out.
Really, why is Ouroboros still missing? When will the Angel of the Word find him?!
The Angel of Holy Word reported that He will be able to turn the God-forsaken Land upside down this month. If He still hasn’t found it by then, whether to let Him come back or continue to stay in the God-forsaken Land - never mind, we’ll talk about it later.
"It seems that you are undecided." Edward saw that he was thinking for a long time, and reminded him, "You can just give me two hundred thousand pounds. After all, the information about an angel is priceless."
Two hundred thousand pounds? The Aurora Club's annual operating funds are roughly this amount... The True Creator laughed sadly in his heart: "My commission is still to find Him. If you can't find Him, I will use other methods to confirm it. If you can't find Him even if you try your best, I will give you a reward as a help. If you find Him, I will increase the reward based on your needs."
"A favor," Edward repeated.
"An angel-level help, I won't agree to anything higher than that." The True Creator did not give the devil a chance to take advantage of the situation, "And it can't be anti-human, you know what I mean."
"I understand. It's a good deal. I've made a profit," Edward said. "I'll make good use of your promise and try my best to help you find someone."
The two continued to exchange information and informed each other of the situation within the organization. After more than ten minutes, Edward stood up and said goodbye.
After leaving the underground temple and the Aurora Society, Edward stood on the street for a while. His eyes drifted aimlessly, and he noticed a man in a newspaper uniform pasting a poster on the wall. There were some elegant cursive words and some pictures of objects and furniture on the poster.
"Emperor Roselle's memorial exhibition will be held on the 16th of this month!"
TBC
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(End of this chapter)