Chapter 92 Other People

Chapter 92 Other People

Chapter 92 Other People
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Backlund North District, St. Samuel's Church.

Amid the long sound of papers flipping, Soest asked casually:
"What's new in Backlund recently? What do you think is worth paying attention to?"

Dai Li's eyes moved slightly, and after thinking for a while, she said:
"Several Beyonders who have cooperated with us have sent us news that many people have recently been looking for an organization that believes in The Fool, and have given it a corresponding honorific name..."

After describing the honorific name of The Fool in Loen, she chuckled and said, "I seem to have seen the birth of a brand new cult. Of course, perhaps it is the incarnation of an old friend."

"Soest, what do you think?"

Soest thought about it seriously and said, "No, I have never heard of such an organization."

At this moment, Leonard raised his head from the file and said thoughtfully, "Could this be related to the two Tarot rituals we are investigating? The Fool is the original and most important main card of the Tarot!"

Daly was stunned for a second, then nodded thoughtfully: "Your idea is very interesting..."

"But there is no evidence for this. It is pure speculation and not even reasoning." Soest said disapprovingly.

Leonard smiled and said, "Emperor Roselle once said, make bold assumptions and verify them carefully."

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Hillston, Cragg Club.

Klein, who had headed straight here after leaving the Harvest Church, had just entered the hall when he saw the equestrian teacher Talim Dumont sitting in a secluded place, thinking about something.

Seeing that lunch would take some time, Klein moved closer and greeted him with a smile, “Good afternoon, Talim. It seems you have run into a problem again?”

Talim suddenly woke up and shook his head quickly, "No, no."

You seem to have done something wrong? Klein muttered, sat down, and smiled:
"It's a pity that Alan and Mike are not here, otherwise we would have another pleasant afternoon."

Talim smiled and said, "They are all very busy and have little free time."

Without waiting for Klein to speak, he looked around and said, "Sherlock, a big shot is very interested in you after hearing about your deeds from me. He wants to meet you. Are you willing?
"To be honest, I really envy this opportunity. It's a very rare opportunity."

Wait, what could I have done? Helped Mrs. Mary catch an adulterer? Accompanied reporter Mike to a brothel? Even though I went to the East District several times, I didn't do anything remarkable. And wasn't the East District under martial law for several days because of that big incident? Since I haven't been checked by the Vas meter until now, it proves that Maria's confidentiality work is very good... At most, you know that I have made some contributions to the serial murder case and helped Dr. Allen solve the nightmare problem by providing consultation... Klein was confused.

After two seconds, he suddenly understood the reason.

When that big shot asked Talim if he knew any outstanding detectives, he could only think of me, so he took the initiative to help me add some descriptions that sounded very impressive, such as the real solver behind the serial murder case, the case in which Mrs. Mary's ex-husband and his mistress transferred the assets of Coim Company, and the great detective with strong mobility, keen sense of smell, and precise actions... This is business mutual flattery... Klein sighed secretly.

He considered for a moment and said, "Talim, I'm sorry. As a detective, I have my own principles, which is to try not to get involved in matters involving big shots. It may be just a small sneeze-like friction for the upper stage, but it may bring me unbearable disaster."

“I don’t label myself, so I’m not going to meet the big guy.”

"...You are very rational." Talim said thoughtfully, "The big shot anticipated this reaction and thought that detectives like this were more trustworthy. So maybe he will still look for you in the future for commissions that have nothing to do with the upper class."

That's good... Klein smiled and nodded.

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For lunch, Klein chose creamy matsutake Feneport noodles, paired with garlic clam chowder and steamed egg custard. The membership fee was so expensive, he had to eat to get his money's worth. Besides, the chef at the club was very skilled, and he could always eat until he couldn't eat any more.

Talim still looked troubled, but since he didn't want to talk about it, Klein didn't want to ask. The two chatted occasionally, talking about the weather, the market, and the latest fashion trends. Talim gradually relaxed a little during this rambling conversation, and the worry on his face became less. He gradually relaxed and enjoyed his lunch happily.

When he was almost done eating, Klein looked around and asked, "Is Mr. Vaughn not around lately?"

Talim finished the last piece of steak with the sauce, wiped his mouth with a contented napkin, and replied with a smile: "It's November now, and the New Year is the busiest time for writers. Sherlock, you don't know that Mr. Vaughan actually immerses himself in writing at home at this time every year, and only comes out after completing the manuscript commission."

After saying that, Talim shook his head in self-mockery: "I still have something I want to find him for, but it's a pity that I haven't seen him in the past two days..."

I see... Angel-senpai seems to enjoy living an ordinary life.

Klein, who was thinking about taking the initiative to visit, silently gave up the idea because he couldn't bring out items from the extraordinary world, nor could he cook a good meal like the angel senior. If he made a presumptuous visit, he would be suspected of eating for free, and the angel was not his good neighbor, Lawyer Jurgen. Moreover, it was very rude to interrupt others when they were working. Since they were not going out, perhaps the senior was not very willing to receive guests at this time.

"Sherlock, you seem to be very familiar with Mr. Edward? I remember that the first time I tried to introduce you two, I failed because you left first."

Talim was a little curious: "When did you meet?"

You actually introduced me to Him? I have no recollection of that. It should have been in a private setting... I met Him at the entrance of the sewer. Of course, I can't tell you this.

Klein wiped his nose subconsciously and began to distort the facts: "I met Mr. Edward by chance while completing a commission. Later, I found that we got along very well, and gradually became familiar with each other."

Talim had no doubt about the detective's words, and even smiled as if he had expected it: "That's what I guessed."

"When we attended Mr. Carter's dinner party before, Mr. Carter praised you as a great detective in front of us. I also learned that you are not only good at shooting and fighting, but you can also drive away snakes!"

Mr. Carter? Who is Mr. Carter? A snake repellent? Could it be Miller Carter? The rich man who bought the Pound family's mansion with a secret basement? You and Angel Senior just happened to attend his dinner? What a coincidence, Backlund is so young... Klein replied calmly, "It was just a small matter. In the end, the dilapidated underground building collapsed."

"Did Mr. Edward say anything?"

To be on the safe side, he couldn't help but ask.

After all, it was Miss Sharon who requested that the place be blown up, so that she, like a ghost, could enter freely to obtain items. If Mr. Edward is also interested in that place, I'm afraid I have to inform Miss Sharon in advance... But this is not because I leaked the secret. I did not break the agreement. This is a coincidence that no one expected... Klein thought silently.

Now he has a natural resistance to the concept of "coincidence".

"Mr. Edward was just a little curious, but didn't say anything." Talim recalled, but didn't take it to heart. He stood up, and after the carefree lunch, his face showed the same worries as before.

"I should go now, Sherlock. It's been nice talking to you, but there's someone else waiting for me. I'll see you another day."

Seeing that he looked exhausted and hurried toward the club's exit, Klein also stood up and said goodbye to him with a smile.

"See you later."

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"Dear Dean Norma, Zhan Xinan."

"Today is November 11th. I haven't seen you for a long time. I am Admisol." "As you can see, I have now gotten rid of the chaos and can think, study, read and write normally. With everyone's help, I have mastered meditation, gradually controlled my inspiration, and completed a promotion."

“Now, I can predict my daily luck through inspiration.”

"I told Mr. Sean that he would not win the lottery, and he didn't believe it, but he didn't win."

"We have received some funding, and the human trafficking issue has been resolved recently. Many things are moving in a positive direction. Ms. Maria took the opportunity to expand the scale of the factory and take in more workers. Now, our three factories have more than 400 employees."

"Ms. Maria chose me to be her assistant, and I began to learn to handle some simple affairs. She seemed to want to train me to be a manager and prepare me to join the sect in the future. I don't know if I can live up to her expectations."

"I will work hard."

"Is everything okay over there? I saw Alia here. She is studying at Backlund University. The scholarship and subsidies from the school are enough to support her life. She can eat bread with meat every day, and she has grown a little taller."

"I have already applied to Miss Maria. I hope to return to you at the end of this year and spend the New Year with you."

“Once again, I wish you good health!”

"Yours sincerely, Ademisol."

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In the dark and gloomy smuggling boat, a fat man wearing a headscarf couldn't help but whisper to the person next to him: "Are we there yet?"

"It's been a long time since we sailed!"

"Didn't you say you'd be there today?"

"I have nothing left to vomit!"

The person being asked answered him impatiently: "Soon."

"Mr. Craftsman, you and I are both believers in God. This escape was blessed by the Great Mother Tree. You are always so impatient, which is disrespectful to God!"

I never thought of paying respect to your mother tree of desire!! His delicate stomach couldn't eat such coarse food. The nobles who had never traveled far had never walked such a long waterway. Charles Maxwell, who had vomited eight hundred times along the way, cursed in his heart, but had to put on a pious repentance on his face, and returned to his seat without saying anything.

Great-great-uncle, this journey has been really hard...!
As soon as Sharf started to complain in his heart, his mind immediately flashed back to the scene where Traynor held him by the ears (making his feet almost leave the ground) before he left. He said with a grim look on his face, "Do you know how rare this opportunity is? Are you still being picky?"

"If, if Ciel had this chance, I would kill him even if I risked my life—"

Charles felt a burning pain in his ears. It was the old butler Turing who came over to smooth things over, interrupting his great-great-uncle's second half of the sentence and saving his own ears.

Of course, he wanted to escape, but he had to complain. Under the cover of a group of cultists, he left Trier incognito, hiding all the way, through mountains and forests, and finally left the port two days ago. He successfully boarded the prepared ship and headed to a secret port near the Rorsted Islands.

By then, someone from some heavenly sect will come to take him away.

About two hours later, Charles watched the sunlight coming through the cracks in the deck above his head, gradually moving from the center to the east, indicating that the sun was setting. The chariot of the eternal sun was about to leave the sky, and it would not be long before the goddess of the night would come walking towards him.

After a brief and violent turbulence, the boat reached the shore.

Sharf was protected and followed the cultists off the boat. He saw a group of cultists who looked mentally unstable and seemed to be very good at fighting. There was no sign of the people who came to help him as his great-great-uncle had said. Sharf's heart began to beat fast.

Haven't come yet?

The cultists gathered around him, surrounding him in the center, and Sharf felt like a piece of meat being stared at by wild beasts.

While he is, probably, probably a little plump, this metaphor is something he absolutely does not want to accept!

The crowd hurried, and after leaving the private port, they entered the jungle without stopping. The hot and humid climate and the hurried walking made the pampered Sharf almost breathless. He pulled off the hood of his cloak and took a deep breath. In the sound of his bellows-like breathing, he suddenly distinguished a strange tone.

Immediately afterwards, the person walking in front suddenly fell down.

Sharf was startled, then he regained his spirit and looked around for the real members of the pilgrim sect who came to take him in. The cultists looked around vigilantly and covered their ears, but the ethereal tone seemed to rush directly into their brains. They fell to the ground one after another, and in a blink of an eye, only Sharf was left standing.

Charles was very curious. He squatted down and reached out to feel the breath of the nearest person, and was shocked to find that he was dead!
Not only him, but everyone here has stopped breathing, their lives taken away by that strange tone!

"Plop." There was a soft sound of landing from the front and side, and a man in a light brown cloak jumped down from a high branch.

He raised his head and looked at each other with Sharf. Sharf was able to see the other's facial features, which were similar to those of the Loen people, as well as the dark skin and dark curly hair that were unique to the southern continent. The hair was also tied into many small braids, either tied into a bunch or hanging naturally.

"Are you a 'craftsman'?" he asked, holding a leaf in the corner of his mouth.

"Are you the one sent by the Pilgrimage Cult to pick me up?" Sharf breathed a sigh of relief, then became extremely curious, "Was that voice just now your extraordinary ability?"

After confirming that the other person was indeed his future companion, he relaxed a little, led the way with a cold face, and introduced himself: "Yes, I am a Beyonder of the "Corpse Collector" Path. Of course, we prefer to call it the "Death God" Path."

"I am Garland De, the head of the Rorsted Islands of the Pilgrimage Cult."

"I'm Sharf Maxwell. My great-great uncle, Lord Treanor Thoren Vaughan, sent me here."

Garland raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that this fat young man had such a distinguished background. But it didn't matter. Now that he had left Intis and given up his noble status and priest position, he was no different from an ordinary person like him.

"Well, it's nice to meet you," he said.

"Welcome to the sea, welcome to the first colonial city, the City of Generosity, Bayam, Mr. Sharf Maxwell."

TBC
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Graduation is approaching, and I have been extremely busy these past few days. There are also a lot of things to do in the next week...

I don't have time to write peacefully! ! ! !

(End of this chapter)