91

"Money runs out before you know it." Edward sighed.

"yes." The real saku who basks in the sun next to me responds deeply.

The dark sage in the next room looked at his nose and nose, and the breath of poverty permeated the Aurora Society, making the gods feel painful.

God has been coming down for more than a month, and His vessel has grown so fast that it now has the appearance of a child about two years old. His very individualistic black gold highlights became more and more obvious, and the gold had a downward trend, gradually occupying a third of the territory, much better than the state of being forced to the roots at the beginning. The red eyes are still the same as always, and walking outside is probably considered a vampire hybrid...... Will they be captured and used as spiritual materials...... How much can a vampire sell for? Edward began to think outside the box.

"You seem to be thinking about something that's not very polite." The True Creator glanced at Him, "You've been pretty idle lately, aren't you in a hurry to get promoted?" ”

"It's useless to be anxious." The demon replied, "Little Charathu has also been trapped in the miracle master for so many years, from the Quaternary to now, he has not found an opportunity for promotion, and he is not a soothsayer, I must be even more difficult." ”

The other party then diverted the topic: "The Aurora Society has been transforming smoothly recently, everyone is very motivated, have you made any progress in tracking down Lanlius?" ”

"Who is Ranrius?"

"......" "True forbearance," "the one I gave flesh and blood." ”

"Oh, you said the fraudster." Edward thought for a moment, "There is no news at the moment, Mr. Z's men and the sect members of the Eastern Side are already trying their best to find it. However, one of the reports that was submitted that interested me was that the bounty hunters and even private investigators who tracked down the Lanlius were covertly hunted and tortured to death. ”

The True Creator perceived: "Torture, Demon or Prisoner?" ”

"I don't know. But the person who uses such a crude and reckless method to vent malice is certainly not a high sequence, and I am not interested. ”

Edward lit a cigarette and held it in his hand and burned it quietly: "I think it's a demon, if this is also a demon, combined with Beckland's current serial murder case, isn't the concentration of demons here too high?" ”

The real Creator looked at me with indescribable eyes, the left eye saying that the demon was beside me, and the right eye saying what you were talking about.

"At the moment, it seems that Lanerus is operating in the East End, because the people who are looking for him have basically died in the corners of the East End." Edward put one hand on his cheek, as if he was talking to himself, as if he was talking to the real creator, "If it's really a demon or a prisoner, I can go there, how can private detectives and bounty hunters have extraordinary characteristics to combine and have an effect?" However, the question is, why was Lanrius able to connect with these two pathways? ”

"It's not important, it's just the recovery of my flesh and blood from Lanrius." The True Creator says, "Resources must not be wasted." ”

"You can't feel your flesh at all, do you?"

"I can sense it, but there are hundreds. He somehow amplified my contamination, presumably by giving his own blood to the others. ”

"Even if it is a one-by-one investigation, it will take a long time, not to mention that it cannot be convened on a large scale...... Well, let's go to the East End. ”

92

Hugh wore much-heightened shoes and a bushy beard to make himself look like a short man. She arrived at the agreed meeting place, waited for a few minutes, and saw Maria, who had also disguised herself and hid most of the scars on her face, come in front of her.

"I know it's you, Hugh." "I received the latest information and found another body. Five of the people who are tracking down Ranrius have died, are you sure you want to continue? ”

"How so...... Laneus is simply a madman! ”

There must have been more than five dead, and Hugh thought of Williams, who had died tragically just by knowing the information, and the corpse whose face had been destroyed and who could not be identified at all. It is normal for bounty hunters to lose contact for three or five days because of the big and small bounty offers, and Lanrius seems to know it, so he always brutally kills them and then disfigures them and dumps their bodies in extremely secluded corners. If it weren't for Hugh's inability to find Williams, an intelligence dealer she knew anywhere, she would have been kept in the dark and stupidly continued to track.

The arbiter was furious, but could not do anything: "Miss Maria, I cannot forgive this demonic act! I hope this guy will be punished as he deserves no matter what, and I will never let go of any chance! ”

"But you're not up for it." Maria said mercilessly, "If I hadn't provided you with the identity of the corpse in time, you would probably be one of them by now!" Who gave you this bounty? Do you have no idea about this person? ”

Hugh bit his lip, and although he was a little puzzled and complained, he still did not say Miss Audrey's name: "I took it myself, I only thought it was an outdated bounty of great difficulty......"

"Then you should stop now, and if you continue to participate, it will probably be a threat to your life."

"What about you? Maria? ”

"I don't want to pursue this anymore, even if his bounty is hundreds of pounds."

Anyway, it's a matter of the Aurora Society, not my job. Maria irritated herself kicked the pebble at her feet and watched it fly out of the alley: "And I still have a lot to do!" Nearly half of the female workers in the textile mill were fired due to the introduction of new machinery, and the girls needed new jobs, but there were not so many places in the East End! I don't know if it was that idiot who encouraged them to go back and smash the machine to demonstrate, and there were still human traffickers who took the opportunity to kidnap people - I really don't have time to care about a fraudster! ”

Hugh bit his lip, Maria didn't say a word, and the alley fell silent for a moment.

“…… Perhaps we could consider reporting this to the churches. Hugh reluctantly said that Maria's expression was still not good-looking. After a moment, she cursed hatefully, "Okay, you go and report it, I hope the gods really care about the lives of the people in the East End!" ”

That's all there is to it. Hugh felt weak and left the alley after Mary. Suddenly, her forehead hit the other party's back, and it was like hitting an iron plate, which made her eyes instantly glow. Hugh poked his head out of Mary's back in confusion, and saw a very familiar-looking brown-haired gentleman passing by at the mouth of the alley—it was the editor of Firth, their benefactor from the previous Chillingus incident, Mr. Edward Vaughn!

What is he doing here? Why is this decent gentleman here? Ah yes, the last chance encounter was also in the East End, and he seems to be particularly fond of collecting style, so the work is mainly realistic tragedy......

Hugh did not notice Mary's abnormality. The disguise was not suitable for greeting, and she lowered her head and pulled up her collar and left quickly.

It was only after she walked away that Mary recovered from her stiff state. She took a few big breaths and continued on her way.

However, the moment she stepped out of the alley, she saw Edward Vaughn, who had been passing by casually, standing next to her, standing in a blind corner of the alley, looking at her with a smile on his face.

"You were scared of me just now." Edward said with interest, "Fear, surprise, surprise." You know me, and you show a hint of joy. - Are you a member of the Pilgrimage Sect? Sequence 6, Head of the Eastern District? ”

"First ...... No, Your Highness the Angel of the Abyss, Your Highness Richard has shown me your portrait. Under the influence of the natural fear of the high sequence, and the years of terror in the sect against the leader, Maria struggled to say this. She thought she was shouting, but in fact her voice was so thin that she couldn't even hear anyone a meter away, "Yes, I, yes, Beckland of the Pilgrimage Sect, in charge...... Eastern...... I ......"

"Needless to say, I'll forget you soon."

Edward asked, "Are you pleasantly surprised, are you in trouble?" ”

Maria hesitated for a moment, deciding to tell the truth: "Yes, I am tracking down Ranrius in my personal capacity, and I am also investigating human trafficking cases. The former has killed five people, but I don't have any clue yet. The latter can be almost certainly done by Kapin, but there is no evidence. ”

"I'm looking for Lanerus, too." Edward pulled out a piece of paper from the pocket of his coat, a cut out of the map of Beckland, the East Side, densely covered with hundreds of small red dots. More than a dozen have been crossed out, "I will probably be able to check them all today." ”

Maria looked at the crossed-out mark, imagined the true meaning behind the "check", and did not dare to speak.

Without waiting for Mary to speak, he looked up and looked around, pointing in a certain direction and asking, "Does Capin live there?" ”

"Yes."

"Resentment and sin are gathered there, and the color of blood is more evident than anywhere else." Edward glanced at him from afar, "But there is something else to help him share part of it, he has a backer, and it's normal that you don't have evidence." …… Since he is a person who has sinned the most heinously, he is qualified to be my sacrifice. If you can sacrifice him to me, I will reward you. ”

“？！ Please—"

Mary was startled, but just as she could organize the language, the Abyss Angel had already turned away, and his back could no longer be found in the crowd. The person in charge who was suddenly assigned to the task covered his face with one hand, and it took several seconds to finally calm down. Anyway, there are so many troubles, so one more is acceptable...... Maria sighed deeply, regained her spirits, and went to the dockers' association as planned.

93

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Klein left Mrs. Summer's luncheon and headed for the East End again. Combining the information transmitted by Miss "Justice" and Taylor's information, this time he has a clearer goal: disguise himself as a reporter and legitimately enter the dockers' association to check on the situation of Laneus.

He didn't bring his own magical items and gear, just dressed up as a typical investigative journalist. He didn't know the current state of Lanrius, or the ferocious and cruel collaborators. Therefore, it is prudent to be cautious, and Klein did not carry anything that would raise suspicion.

Not far from the two-story building, Crane pressed the brim of his hat, not feeling a suspicious gaze - if not counting the big black dog squatting in the door of the association, half-squinting and napping in the sun.

Seeing that he was about to push open the door, the big black dog raised his head and looked at him. The humanized eyes and the faint blood stains on the fur on the side of the mouth made Klein feel a little creepy, thinking of Miss "Justice" who was suspected of being the audience's big golden retriever, Klein couldn't help but wonder: Could this be an extraordinary dog?

He didn't pay much attention to the dog, pushed the door and walked in. It was found that the layout of the union was very simple, just a spacious cement house, without any decoration and reception staff, and not even a few chairs. The staircase was in the center, and the doors of many offices on either side were closed, and by the door stood a man in shabby and thin clothes, and Crane leaned in:

"I am a reporter for the Daily Bakerland, and I would like to interview the staff of your association to understand your demands and desires."

Hearing the word reporter, the man's eyes suddenly became vigilant, and he replied repeatedly: "No! We haven't been in the organization lately......"

"No need to answer him." A female voice interjected to interrupt the man's slightly panicked words, and the woman with the iconic black hair and scar walked down the stairs and said with a sharp look in her eyes, "I'm sorry, we don't accept any interviews from reporters right now, please come back, sir." ”

"—I think you're mistaken, ma'am."

Crane's mind was spinning rapidly, and judging by the man's relieved performance and the woman's response, it was clear that the other party was the person in the leadership position in the guild, probably the Miss Maria that Taylor was talking about. With the help of the extraordinary ability of the "Joker", Crane did his best to make his eyes more sincere: "I am a sympathizer for you, and I am going to make a feature report describing the things that the union has done and the practical difficulties it has encountered in helping the workers, please believe me." ”

Maria's eyes narrowed slightly, as if to gauge the truth of the sentence. A layer of cold sweat quietly broke out on Klein's back, and after a while, she finally spoke: "We have encountered too many difficulties. Since you're going to do the interview, you should already know the actual situation. ”

"Mr. Reporter, what do you want to interview?"

Klein was stuck for a moment. He searched his mind for the big and small news he had recently seen in the newspapers, and in two seconds he pieced together an answer that looked like this: "About the New Poor Law." ”

As soon as the words fell, he wanted to slap himself hard. It's been a few months since the Poor Law was enacted, and it's not our turn to investigate the social impact now! Seeing the man next to him showing a puzzled look, Klein was even more remorseful. But the words had already come out, so he had to pretend that nothing had happened, and continued to look at the other party with sincere eyes.

Miss Maria seemed to be taken aback by this answer. She was silent, opened her mouth, closed it again, thought for two seconds, and then said, "I know, I can." It's not convenient to interview here, so you can come to the office with me. ”

Ju、Actually succeeded? Klein was stunned in his heart, but his apparent reaction was not slow at all, he thanked him again and again, and followed the other party upstairs. Just around the corner, Klein suddenly felt a spiritual touch, and he glanced out of the small window—

He saw a strange but unusually familiar figure.

Although the other party's skin has become bronzed, the ordinary round face has become angular, and the glasses have been changed from round frames to gold-rimmed long frames, Klein still feels familiar with the spiritual intuition of a "soothsayer".

The figure stayed downstairs for a few seconds, had a few brief interactions with the big black dog at the door, and left. Crane saw all this, his body trembled, and he could barely hold the pen and notebook.

TBC

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2 liters 1 ritual: the slaughter that makes people talk about the color change (with foreshadowing). At least 3 times, 9 times for best effect, and a blood sacrifice to an angel.

Edward's progress: 5/9, 1/1.

More than 100 years after the 5 massacres that have been completed, they are all accurately pointed to Edward Vaughn (history books), and there are still horror stories based on him in the border areas of various countries (if a child doesn't sleep at night, a demon will come and take you (?). Or a place where too many people have died and haunted everywhere), the ritual that Edward has done has worked very well. He is now fully promotable, but only about sixty percent of the time. And if he is promoted, it will inevitably attract the intervention of the mother tree, Fabuti and other righteous gods, and there is no guarantee that the true creation will help him, and the success rate of about 60% cannot resist any risk, and it is even very likely to fail.

That's why he didn't rush to get promoted, but continued to look for opportunities to perfect the ritual.

And most importantly: ↑ The above are all played for others to see, in fact, decay can be sequenced and melted in the mouth.