If the mind was clear and sharp enough from the beginning, it was discovered that Kohler might have come a little earlier, or if he had known the horoscope group a little better, he might have been able to detect the problem earlier. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but the group of people in the Astrology Pavilion has always been the smallest department in the Holy City, usually low-key and has no administrative rights, almost no sense of existence, and it has nothing to do with Connor's side, and it is normal not to know each other.

Maybe this is really the last straw, then Connor, who grabbed this straw, will never let go again, he is even a little carried away by this moment, if he usually will be more cautious, find more evidence and clues for his inference to confirm, after all, if he is wrong in judgment, then he may bring more trouble because of the false accusation.

But now he can't care so much.

Kohler. Akshar, who had come in and out suddenly, at the same time as the approximate time of the theft, had the ability to read astrological charts, and the thief had looked up a lot of content about the relics, and after that, it was likely that he had destroyed them so that more people would not know about them.

And such a guy is still using the Tobias coat of arms to deceive the trust of some remnants, I am afraid that it is this guy who poses a threat to Scarloa, and he is now calling on those Tobias remnants to help him, and at the same time may use something related to the holy relics to the detriment of the coronation.

It's not a theft problem anymore!

Connor felt a little dizzy at the thought of the possible ripple effect of this, and perhaps his name might have been left in the book as a result. Aksha stole the collection and archives managed by Connor and others before Scalloa's coronation, and attacked everyone or something during the coronation, leaving a mark on this historic moment.

It's not just the Holy See that can solve the problem by asking the sinner, maybe the end of the matter is so terrible that the Holy See doesn't bother to bother with a small fish and shrimp like himself, but maybe he can die happily at all.

This is the Holy City, and if you want to send a message to Hobbs, it will be dawn tomorrow at the earliest, I'm afraid it's a little late by then, maybe Hobbes has already done it now, and it's not impossible that you haven't received the news yet...... But at least you have to do something about it, and you can't sit still...... Absolutely not. The letter must be sent, and the situation is urgent, and someone must be found to send it.

The Holy See has its own channels for transmitting information, but these channels are not particularly fast, and when the stakes are high, they still have to be sent out by means of magic teleportation and manual horses, after all, the place where magic can be transmitted is very limited, the range is huge but rough, and if you want to find the target of the message, you must send it manually.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Connor had completed a brief account of the theft and Kohler in the neatest words he could, his trembling fingers had accidentally punctured the letter several times, he was just a little man who took care of things and food every day, he really didn't have the pattern to take on any big things, and he never thought of getting into any big trouble, which he really couldn't afford.

He didn't even know when Ethan handed the quill and the letter to him, he stiffened his body and wrote all the stories of the theft, after handing over the letter to Ethan, he himself immediately collapsed in the chair, his mind was blank, as if he had gambled all his net worth and life on a dice, he was no longer able to control what the result of this dice could be thrown, all he could do was to look at the numbers thrown by this dice, whether to let himself get away with it, or lose it all in an instant.

Now it's a matter of resignation......

He was tired and hungry, but he didn't want to do anything now, he wanted to get a good night's sleep if he could, but he couldn't fall asleep at all.

Sending a letter through the channels of the Holy See requires a small formality.

Of course, if it weren't so urgent, someone would have picked up and delivered it regularly every day, but this obviously couldn't meet Ethan's current need for speed, he needed to start now, even if it wasn't the fastest, at least it had to be on the way to send it out immediately. Even if it was still delivered to Hobbes very late, the sooner the message was sent, the less responsibility would be on your side...... Even if it's just a small one.

Ethan snatched the letter from Connor's hand and rushed straight out, hastily folding the letter and stuffing it into an envelope as he ran through the holy city at night. This is not an official document of the Holy See, and it does not need to be issued on behalf of anyone, so there is no need to use sealing wax or stamp, otherwise a lot of time will have to be wasted on the certification procedures. It's a lot easier now, Ethan doesn't even have to write an envelope, just send the content blank to the right person.

As for the right people...... At least Hobbes could speak, anyone.

There are very few guys who still have to send letters in the middle of the night, because on weekdays, there is no need to find the messenger mailroom if there is nothing sent by the pope or bishop, and there is a special person who will be responsible for dealing with these things.

But it is not for nothing that less is less. Ethan had sent and received a lot of letters since he took over his current job, but it was never as urgent as the content of today's message, so he hurriedly called the staff out of it, and quickly gave them a task like a burning ass, and asked them to arrange for someone to deliver the letter to Hobbs as quickly as possible overnight.

The only thing he could do was go so far, and after that he would be in a similar state as Connor, and he could no longer control what things turned out to be, only hoping that his calculations would be accurate, and that the letters would be delivered in time, and that he would fulfill his responsibilities on his side, and that other things would no longer be within his own consideration.

When he came out of the room and returned to the street, he was shivered by the cold wind of the night, and he didn't feel the slightest feeling when he ran all the way just now, and now he felt a chill on his body as soon as the breeze blew. This cold feeling finally made Ethan feel that his mind was cleared for three minutes, and as he walked back, he began to think about the series of things he had just done, for fear that something was missing.

It's a pity that there is really not much he can do, just a few choices over and over again, there is nothing to miss, if something is very complicated, it may go wrong in some position, and there is something he hasn't considered, but this time he can make few choices, as long as the big goal is completed, there is nothing to think about too much.

And Ethan thought about it for a long time, and felt that the only thing that still felt uneasy was in his own reasoning, and he was afraid that if he made a wrong judgment on this key issue, then all the hopes of himself and Connor just now would be wiped out. The letter that had just been sent out immediately became something that made things worse. This life-saving straw stirred in the water for a long time, and finally failed to save itself except for making the water more muddy, and it was really over.

This possibility made Ethan scared for a while, the cold wind of the night did not blow again, but the slight tremor of his body gradually became obvious, he kept thinking about Kohler in his mind, and the pace of his feet couldn't help but speed up, he now only had the only choice of believing that his inference was correct, but this still made him uneasy.

It wasn't until he was about to walk back to the collection that he decided to look for more, hoping to find something.

There was only one voice echoing in his head, and this voice made him feel like a frenzy in his heart, and he forced himself to believe that Kohler was the main culprit in this matter, and he even thought in his heart that if he finally found out that Kohler was not what he thought he was, then how he should frame him as the main culprit in this matter.

Ethan quickly got a list of the people of the astrology hall from elsewhere, and he wanted to get a good deal about Kohler. Akssha knew a little more, and even if things were the worst, he wanted to see if there was anything he could take advantage of. It is true that this is a very, very evil idea, but conventional values are simply not enough to restrain a person who has long been mentally confused. He didn't even quite understand what he was doing.

Kohler. Aksha, a guy who has not been working in the astrology hall for a short time, he has an excellent mind, and he has a great talent for various memories and analysis, which is not very compatible with his original job, in fact, he was only transferred to the astrology hall less than a year ago, and he has not worked in the astrology hall for a long time. During this time, this guy is a person who is not special in all aspects, but the astrology hall is relatively dull, and there are no problems, which is nothing. Ethan rummaged through the personnel information of the astrology hall, and couldn't find anything special about Kohler's tenure, let alone anything suspicious or exploitable, and he almost didn't do anything, good or bad.

But before Ethan could feel disheartened, he immediately found a few sentences on the last page of Kohler's personal information. This is a new annotation, and the only one that Ethan's finds useful.

"...... he's gone?" Ethan was slightly stunned.

Kohler. Aksya, who abruptly resigned a month ago, and left the Holy City alone before the approval was sent back, has not been heard from so far.

It's too good at this time, it's definitely him! (To be continued.) )