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There was still about an hour before Roussel's death.

Because he would not help him, Edward became the only one who was at ease in the tense atmosphere. This time the court meeting was more tense than ever, and terrified civil servants and guards rushed to and fro around him, deciphering messages and code words to inform their masters.

The restless nobles would pretend to be victorious and talk to him. How is the meeting, how is His Majesty and the messengers of the Church? Oh, of course we are loyal to Your Majesty! What do you think, Lord Earl?

Edward responded leisurely, taking in the different attitudes: doubtful, reassured, panicked, nervous. Almost everyone can't calm down, for fear that they will make the wrong bet and lose all their money.

Everyone is dedicated to their place, each waiting for the second boot to hit the ground. This is the end of the Black Emperor, it's like a grand drama has finally played out to the last scene, a mighty suicide note has finally reached the time to sign the name of the writer, everyone holds their breath and stretches their necks to appreciate how the glory fell, who would be willing to interrupt its progress at this moment?

Of course, Edward would not do this, and the King of Decay had already bought the Grand Seat. If he wanted to help, he could have done it as early as the night when he had smashed the remnants of House Sauron and the Church of Eternal Flame through the revelation of spiritual intuition, and how did he do it then? "The assassins nervously completed their plans and prepared to leave through the hidden tunnel, but when they pushed the door open, they saw the smiling angel of the abyss, and in an instant, everyone's blood was cold."

"You're only doing it now." The demon had some regret, "I overestimated your courage and hatred, well, I wish you success." ”

113

The new week begins with the customary tarot meeting.

Near three o'clock in the afternoon, Crane floated through the gray fog and sat down in the first seat, embodying the "world" of dummies, and then he leaned back in a rather leisurely mood, his fingers tapping lightly on the long bronze table.

Looking back at what happened last night, if the murder of Lanrius was an unplanned improvisation, then the chance encounter with the "Abyss Angel" was a pure accident, and the acquisition of some occult knowledge from this fellow was a surprise. Klein slightly understood the feelings of the Tarot Society when the others obtained "common sense" from his hands, and made up his mind to communicate more with his seniors in the future. Of course, you must also be prepared for the angels to have no interest in what they can give, ignore them and even get angry......

Thinking about it, Klein's fingers tapping on the table suddenly slowed down, and his brow furrowed slightly.

"I was a little impatient last night......"

"Theoretically, even fellow countrymen are strangers to me, and I have no reason to let go so quickly and even ask him."

"Could it be the power of the 'demonic' path? You can ask Little Sun later...... However, I had seen him many times in Russell the Great's diary before my first encounter last night, and it was normal to have some initial affection. Coupled with the fact that I just killed Lanrius to get revenge, my emotions are definitely a little out of control. Well, although I have lost my caution a bit, it is still within the range of my understanding, so remember to be careful next time. ”

After reviewing yesterday's events, Klein nodded slightly, calmed down, and sent the news to everyone that the party was about to begin.

114

The new week begins with sweeping the students out of the house.

Edward left the lodgings and locked the door. The destination oscillated between the Kragg Club and the editorial office for a while, and finally decided to go to the Aurora Club. There was no particular reason, but the matter of Lanrius ended in a strange way, and he had to go back and talk to his allies.

Walk through the streets and alleys and down to the wide underground buildings. Half of the Aurora's largest stronghold in Beckland is buried underground, and the shadows and invisible environments make the Hanged Man path feel comfortable. Walking slowly along the corridor, the left side leads to the dim and silent underground church, where today is not a Sunday, but the faithful are silently praying. The right side leads to the office, and at the end is the office of the Dark Sage, who used to be a mobile man, roaming around the various strongholds, gathering information to support his companions, but now he has to be stationed in Beckland due to the impact of the success of the divine descent.

In the shadows, a door opened in front of him, and a candle floated out, a man holding a candlestick, obviously not a secret prayer who could thrive in the dark. She was talking to someone at the door, and before she could close the door, she saw Edward.

It's someone who knows me. Edward thought for a moment, and the huge scar on this face was very recognizable: "East End? ”

"Yes. Good afternoon, His Highness Vaughan. Maria was visibly much more relaxed than the first time they met, and she was not surprised to see the leader in the stronghold of the cooperative organization, and reported in a very natural manner, "The last time you asked me to investigate Kapin, I already got the preliminary results. When I was tracking down the missing female workers, I found that there were gangs and traffickers fishing in troubled waters, and I caught them and tortured them to extract confessions, and they admitted that they were working for Kapin and provided strong evidence. ”

"Well done."

The disappearance of the worker, the second time in twelve hours that the word has been heard, seems to have been done by George III not sufficiently to be discovered with a little care and a long observation of the people at the bottom. Edward did not warn her of her intentions, and sooner or later Richard Ernst would announce the reason for his disappearance within the Pilgrimage Sect: "Kapin is just a buoy on the water, sacrifice Kapin's soul to me, and then you can recite my honorific name." ”

Mary should go down. When they had finished speaking, another person standing by the door stepped forward and saluted:

"Gui'an, Your Highness." Mr. Z sincerely thanked him, "It was my dereliction of duty to fail to descend from God, and I also let Lanerus escape, I dragged you back in this activity, and I still need you to solve the mess after I escaped, I really have no shame to face the high hopes of the Lord and you." ”

Edward glanced at him, "The failure of God's surrender was expected by Him, and I was only completing my part of the task. It is the Aurora Society that should punish you, you don't come to me to apologize, and you are not allowed to tear off your face while talking about shamelessness like Mr. A. ”

Maria remembered the bad memories and looked away painfully.

Mr. Z was moved, and said yes again and again, but Edward didn't communicate with him much, and continued to move on with a few perfunctory responses.

Walking into the office of the dark sage at the end of the corridor, he opened the dark compartment and continued to descend down the steps for dozens of meters, and a relatively new wooden door appeared in front of him. The marks of the excavation on the surrounding stone walls are brand new, and there are still edges and corners, and some stone dust falls down from time to time. Edward knocked on the door with his fingers together, then pushed open the wooden door and entered the small underground stone house.

It is an underground space of about 100 square meters, the relief on the wall is brand new, the brass candlestick inserted in the wall is also brand new, and in the middle and back of the place 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 depict devotees who bow on their knees, some kneeling on the ground in silent prayer, and some reaching deep with their arms in front of them. And the direction they were heading was the high-backed chair on the three-story stone platform.

Shadows flowed from the high-backed chair, and a scarlet eye rolled out of the shadows and down the steps to Edward's feet.

"This is the improvised temple that your followers built overnight?"

Edward looked at the beads in his eyes, and his expression was a little serious: "Ally, you can't always stay in this kind of dark and damp place, you won't grow tall. ”

“…… I'm not old enough to worry about growing tall. There was a faint unpleasant sound coming from the high-backed chair, heavy and dull, which did not match the face of the child who was only two or three years old, but the dark sage who came to worship probably did not have much courage to look directly at his lord, and the sound alone sounded very majestic and reliable.

The True Creator sat casually in his chair: "What's the matter?" ”

"It's nothing, didn't you ask me to find your right-hand man before? I went to look for it, but I didn't find any clues. ”

The shadowy demon servant brought a chair from nowhere, and Edward sat down: "I have to say, your subordinate named Medici really can't see the dead or dead, and your history has been buried for more than a thousand years, and the "God of War" is nowhere to be found. I asked my minions to gather news of the hunters' high-ranking people, and among the rumors and stories, the only one that was interesting was Pennsey Island at sea. ”

"Oh?" The real Creator is a little interested, "You say. ”

"Pennsey worships the god of weather, and I think there was once a weather manlock here." Edward said unhurriedly, "It would be too obvious if this was a backhand or a hint, and the island had been conquered by Rune decades ago, and had now converted to the Lord of the Storm. ”

"You mean, Pennsey might have something to do with Medici, but not much?" The True Creator pondered for a moment, "Indeed, He is not such a rash man, but I believe that there must be something else hidden in Pennsey, and perhaps that is why He so clearly made the belief in the 'God of the Weather' there." ”

Edward was noncommittal: "My student has a plan to go on a business trip at sea at the end of the year, and I can help you go to Pennsey Island when the time comes." ”

"Ally, there is too little information you can give me, and no one responds to the recitation of the honorable name. Medici either has no mental imprint left, or dies in a corner that no one knows. I originally planned to go to the abyss in the next few years, and after being promoted, I would fight Fabuti to the death, but now that I have been dragged back by your commission, how can you say that you will give me more compensation? ”

The True Creator did not answer. The purpose of this commission was to deter him, and by the way, to distract him, so that he would not suddenly go crazy one day and strangle his little doppelganger in the cradle. Medici's death is inseparable from his own divine clone, but the other party refuses to help him in this matter, and mysteriously says that the time has not yet come. That face, that expression, the fist of human nature that saw that the state was getting better and better, was hard and hard, but after all, he didn't fight out because of the difference in strength.

Really, why is Ulorius still missing! When exactly will the Angel of the Word find Him?!

The Angel of the Word reports that this month He will be able to turn the Forsaken Land upside down, and if he hasn't found it by then, whether to let Him come back or stay in the Forsaken Land—that's all there will be.

"Looks like you can't make up your mind." Edward saw that he had been thinking for a long time, and reminded him loudly, "It's okay to give me 200,000 pounds directly, after all, the news of an angel has no price." ”

Two hundred thousand pounds? That's about the amount of Aurora Club's annual operating capital...... The true creator laughed sadly twice in his heart: "My commission is still to find Him, if you can't find it, I will confirm it by other means." How you can't find it as hard as you can, I'll pay you for a help, and if you get it back, then look at your needs. ”

"A help." Edward repeated.

"An angel-level help, I won't agree to anything further." The true creator does not give the devil a chance to exploit the loophole, "and it can't be anti-human, you know what I mean." ”

"I understand, it's a good deal, I earned it." Edward said, "I will put your promise to good use, and I will do my best to help you find someone." ”

The two continued to exchange information and inform each other about the situation within the organization. After more than ten minutes, Edward got up to take his leave.

Leaving the small underground temple and leaving the Aurora Society, Edward stood on the street for a while. As his gaze wandered aimlessly, he noticed a man dressed in newspaper overalls pasting a poster on the wall, with a few flowing characters and drawings of objects and furniture.

"The commemorative exhibition of Russell the Great will be held on the 16th of this month!"

TBC

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Hey, hey, ahahahahaha, the update is coming~

Judging from the comments, everyone was more or less amused by me, very good, I am very pleased, commenting on Modo Modo.

I asked the editor, if you exceed the number of words on the shelves and haven't signed a contract, it's free, so you can hurry up and prostitute for nothing.

At present, 14w words, there are still more than two weeks before 20w, I hope Shanghai can be unsealed during this time......