Chapter 185: The Daily Life of a Non-Mainstream Rich Man
"Your Excellency, this is the Black Skull Party's tragic investigation report." The senior deacon, who was primarily in charge, respectfully handed the document in his hand to Horamic Haydn.
The famous scientist, physicist, and theologian carefully flipped through the report as if it were reviewing an experimental record.
After a while, he spoke in a soothing tone: "The Rose School ......" pondered for a few seconds before continuing: "The Rose School is almost unknown among the ordinary people of Rune, so it is better to use the terrorist organization Aurora Society as an excuse, if it weren't for the fact that the scene was too evil and bloody, it would be more appropriate to characterize it as an accidental explosion." ”
The senior deacon nodded his head in agreement, and was about to leave to report to the police department, when Horamik said, "Report the matter of the Black Skull Party to the Church of the Night Goddess, let them do further investigation." ”
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"Have you thought about it?" Crane smiled in response, reaching for the latest newspaper Richardson had put in order.
"I think about it, thank you for not disliking me for my lack of experience, I will work hard to learn and grow, and I will definitely live up to your kindness." Richardson said with some excitement and a little choked up.
Crane bowed his head slightly, and his eyes swept over the top newspaper:
"Explosions and bloody incidents at 79 Dirham Street, Bakerland Bridge area......"
“…… According to the police, the incident was committed by the terrorist organization Aurora Club......"
Crane's eyes were full of question marks......
What will happen to this Aurora? Could it be that there are really members of the Aurora Society who have gone to pick up the corpses? That traveler? This one...... Theoretically, I should be divided into half by the extraordinary characteristics...... Louis Vane had one more reason to die.
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Life in the new week has not changed much, except for the expansion of social circles, more balls, afternoon tea salons, etc., and there is no qualitative progress in the matter of entering the aristocratic circle.
The only good thing is that Crane's shares in the bicycle company were sold for a good price, and although he was heartbroken by tax deductions, the money of nearly 10,000 pounds should support him to play the rich man for a long time.
As for the people around the Issinger family, there is a vest that is an "evil god" who has a hundred ways to quietly take my money. Not really...... You can also ask the god of lights to come over...... As for what accidents will happen, I think he will probably choose to directly solve the problem of the person, maybe in his eyes, there is probably a group of lively snacks squatting around Issinger's house.
Crane travels from theater, fair, and museum to theater, to exhibitions, and museums, trying to remember the history, characteristics, current situation, and fashion trends of Beckland's high entertainment, and one day when someone mentions that he can show a relaxed gesture that was meant to be relaxing, has lost much of its original meaning to himself. It's like traveling not to enjoy the scenery and feel happy, but just to go back and write a travelogue and hand in homework.
Of course, it's better to be able to look around than to stay at home.
Just like now, Crane followed the butler's gaze Walter, and the men and women over there must have something to do with the butler, perhaps this is the unfolding that the lamp god mentioned.
The young girl was dressed in a flamboyant dress, wearing a muslin hat, and she was affectionately holding the arm of the man beside her, and although her face could not be seen clearly, the beautiful outline under the veil was faintly visible.
Could it be that this is a witch? Didn't the god of lights say that choosing Walter could lead to a witch? He also said that there have been signs of Witch cult activity in Beckland recently.
Thinking of this, Crane took the initiative to go over and talk about making friends.
On the way home, Walter explained his relationship with the old, rough-looking deacon of the manor. Crane only knew that this person was originally related to Prince Edsak, so the current Witch Sect is still cooperating with that faction in the military? So can investigating him be able to dig out the cancer in the military?
Before Crane could figure out where to start, the police came to the door to inform him of the deacon's death and questioned Walter, the butler.
No, no, Walter is actually a powerful extraordinary, right? Is there such a coincidence in the world? I just became suspicious of this person, this person is dead, and I am not a schoolboy of death, is this being killed by someone?
The situation is unknown, and Crane did not take any action.
At night, Crane woke up from a good dream, and he was angry and thought in his heart: "Haven't I already solved the underworld group of night wandering girls and forced good people to become prostitutes?" ”
He got up and stood in front of the window, and was not too surprised to see Walter move smoothly over the garden façade.
Why are you so proficient in jumping over the wall? I'm going to have someone put a row of mousetraps under this wall!
Seignior followed Walter into the sewers, and Crane finally figured out where Walter standed. Crane is surprised to find that Walter's injured companion is actually Triss the Witch!
Triss still spotted Señol onlookers and made it clear that she wanted to avenge the prince.
Crane is completely unable to comprehend this kind of love that encompasses many elements, sexual transformation, captivity, escape, forced love, knowing that I love you after death, betrayal and revenge. He has been a single dog for two lifetimes, even if he is, he will not go to the romance column.
It was easy to get the information she wanted from Triss, and Crane was about to let her go, when Triss suddenly chuckled, her voice full of poignant sadness and unwilling madness.
"Oh~ I thought that the blood would leave the sea, and I had to be careful when I came to Beckland, I probably felt depressed and depressed, and I happened to meet me, a wounded witch, and asked me to satisfy your desires."
Crane choked for a moment, thinking that if Seigor was still alive, he might be in the mood to taste the witch, especially the witches in Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5, presumably the higher the sequence...... Ahem...... The more attractive.
You can't break people's design, you have to think of a reasonable excuse......
"Your previous photos were so ugly." Seigno responded contemptuously.
Triss's face immediately became gloomy and distorted, and just as she was so angry that she wanted to recall some rumors of the Blood Admiral, but by the time she looked up, the Blood Admiral's figure had long since disappeared completely.
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After receiving specific information from Miss Magician about the gathering of the Extraordinary Beings organized by Mr. Aurora X, Crane first consulted with the Angel of Destiny, who was a fetus at Dr. Allen's house, and then discussed with the Lamp God if he could temporarily change into his appearance and create an alibi at home.
"I don't do it," the lamp god also squinted at Crane, "you look for ...... Arodus, that licking dog mirror is willing to do anything. ”
Crane thought back to Arodes' flattering attitude and unique taste, and he was worried about what Arodes would say that would make him and the other party want to be human.
"I don't think Arodes can do it......" Crane tried to convince the Lamp God to change his mind.
"I can help you watch it, and if it says something inappropriate, I can mute it." The god of lights proposed rather viciously.
Why don't you just take my place for a while? It has to be so complicated...... Crane slandered inwardly.
"If Arodus is allowed to come...... I need to create an illusion and only let Arodes speak from a distance, or I'm afraid of being seen through, which is not reliable, so ......" Crane looked at the god of lights in embarrassment.
The lamp god swooped back to the wishing lamp.