(Wow, wow, wow, sorry, it's late today!) Damn, it's eleven o'clock! ）

"Cultists? At this time?"

"It's not that I can't understand it...... After all, people are immersed in the joy of the New Year, so it is natural that they will relax a little, which is just the right time for cultists to fish in troubled waters."

"Hmph, Stiano really doesn't know what to do, he was disgusted by His Majesty the Emperor and didn't know how to repent, and he even hooked up with a cultist."

"Don't rush to conclusions, let's hear what the captain has to say."

"Captain, you've been staring at this piece of paper for a long time."

While his companions were discussing, Tristan Darby was staring at the note handed to him by the painter, which did not have many words on it, and could be read quickly, so he was not simply reading, but analyzing, judging.

"Tim," he called out the name of one of the team members after a long period of contemplation, "how have the people been in and out of Stiano Mansion lately?"

The girl whose name was called hurriedly flipped to the latest page of her large book, "Let me see, Pete Nel - the farmer who delivers vegetables and fruits, Scorpius Dane (viscount) - his family is a miner and has some interaction with the Stiano family's jewelry business, Mark Lankos - the sea merchant, and Anistasha Sullivan - the etiquette teacher......

It's easy to get drowsy when you hear too many names and professions, but Tristan listens carefully, and finally Tim concludes, "Everyone else is familiar except for the etiquette teacher."

"We have also investigated the background of Anistasha Sullivan, she came from a declining aristocratic family, her mother died of illness at an early age, her father Lucas Sullivan was a viscount, because gambling brought the whole family to the brink of bankruptcy, in order to pay off the debt, he mortgaged his fief in Roncodo to a side branch of Augustus......

After saying that, Tim shrugged his shoulders, "Otherwise, this lady wouldn't be in her twenties and still single, and she would have to go to Stiano's house to get an errand."

The background of everyone who entered and left Stiano's house was carefully investigated, whether it was a peddler or a dignitary, it was their job.

"Captain," the other young man asked, "how did old Geller know that a cultist was coming to Stiano Mansion?"

Geller the Elder was the painter, a hidden sage of faith and one of Tristan's many informants. He entered the mysterious world late, but he himself was not impatient, but with a "I'm just playing" mentality, he walked from Sequence 9 to Sequence 7 in fifteen years, and then never moved again.

"He went to an underground market yesterday."

The underground trading market mainly sells spiritual materials, extraordinary medicines, ritual props and other miscellaneous things, perhaps because there is generally no valuable thing in the stalls, and the great nobles who grasp the path of the gods tacitly choose the Huairou policy instead of strict control and crackdown, but this does not mean that they will completely let the underground market develop freely, and a few seemingly ordinary stall owners may be their eyes and ears, and the things on the stalls are the leftovers of their homes.

Old Geller had little interest in promotions, rituals, divination, and the like, and went to the underground market only to get a little bit of the tentacles of the Rava octopus and the dried petals of the moonflower—the two things mixed together would yield a nice blue pigment, far cheaper than the lapis lazuli grinding. ….

Tristan continued, "Then he saw the chief valet of the Stiano family at a stall, and he was impressed by the fact that he often came to his art workshop to place orders, so old Geller quietly followed, and saw the manservant hand over an envelope to the stall owner. When the valet had gone, he pretended to go to the stall to pick out the goods, and used the 'snooping, charm, and charm' I gave him to put a voyeuristic eye on the stall owner."

"Through that peeping eye, old Geller discovered the stall owner's secret altar on the outskirts of the city, and judging by the golden dagger used for the ritual and the sunflower that was enshrined, the stall owner should worship the eternal sun. As for the envelope, it contained an invitation to the effect that the guests would arrive at six o'clock in the evening on the 27th—which reminded him of another thing, and the House of Stiano had come to the Atelier a week to order a side-scrolling oil painting to hang in the drawing-room, and the steward said, 'You may add money, and I beg you to have all the guests see it before the 27th.'"

Decorating a house with art is an elegant and subtle way to swagger, and it is very suitable for the famous and noble who want to distinguish themselves from the "nouveau riche". In addition, if you add the phrase "I bought this painting for this event" when entertaining guests, it will appear more generous and stylish.

"So, he came to this conclusion."

Tristan showed the paper to everyone.

"Sounds like he's had a smooth process of getting the information." A companion euphemistically suggested the possibility of a possible trap.

"But if Stiano deliberately releases this news, what good will he get?"

"Wait! Isn't the 27th today? We only have more than six hours to think."

"Captain, what ...... your decision?"

It would be great if we could really gather evidence of Stiano's collusion with the Sun Believers, but it would be easy to surprise the snake by surprise if you acted rashly, and the gains outweighed the losses.

After a long thought, Tristan said, "Seek revelation from the sages."

The ritual magic was quickly set up, they lit candles, mixed essential oils, and finally built a spiritual wall, Tristan drew an inverted triangle on his chest, and reverently recited the name of the hidden sage—

"The Great Hidden Sage......

"You are the eye that spies into the mysteries......

"You are the embodiment of knowledge and spiritual numbers......

"You are the lighthouse that dispels ignorance and enlightens the spark......

"We pray for your gaze, for your hearing......

The candles burned quietly, and the tears of the candles slipped quietly. Tristan was a little surprised, he had the impression that the Hidden Sage would always respond quickly. He remembered that when he was young, he went to the mountains to pick mushrooms in order to subsidize his family, and was accidentally bitten by a poisonous snake on the arm, and the toxin spread quickly, and he felt his nosebleed down, and tears flowed out uncontrollably, so he recited the name of the sage with the mentality of giving it a try, and soon a big white bird flew in with a bunch of fruit in his mouth.

After eating that bunch of fruit, he felt a lot more refreshed, and from then on, his devotion to the sage was one step closer.

He was a poor boy at that time, and he had no money to buy candles and incense, and he didn't know how to decorate the spiritual wall, but the sage still answered the prayer, and now he arranged everything with great respect, why couldn't he get his sight? ….

As fate would have it, even writers marvel at it, and at five o'clock in the morning on December 27th, the Hidden Sage entrusted the safety of the northern frontier to the Red Angel and the True Creator, and then headed in the direction of the Sunia Sea, and it was now ten o'clock in the morning on the 27th, and he had arrived in the isolated land of God's forsakenness. The prayers from the northern continent ran into a shadowless, omnipresent barrier that could not reach His ears.

Feelings of loss and confusion lingered in Tristan's mind for a moment, but fortitude and calmness soon reappeared in his eyes.

"The sage didn't answer me." He told his companions, "But I think it's not because of disgust, but because He wants to put us to the test of how we will use our cunning and courage."

The word "test" made everyone's mood both nervous and expectant, and someone tentatively asked, "So Captain, ...... we tonight?"

Yes, the sage can't give inspiration, so it's up to me to decide the direction.

With a noble sense of mission, Tristan began to organize in an orderly manner, and the interpersonal information was extracted, the places frequented by the members of the Stiano family, the business partners, the lovers of the dewy marriage, the apprentices he taught...... After a series of inferences, screenings, and impromptu interviews with informants, a list of possible guests was drawn up, with several names that could be entry points highlighted.

"I'm going to disguise myself as Viscount Sforcha's valet." Tristan clicked on a circled name, and many of them suddenly looked worried.

"Wouldn't it be too risky?"

"It's hard for us to get valid information without going inside that house."

"It's hard for us to get valid information without going inside that house."

Total between adjacent pathways

They will inevitably understand each other, guard against each other, infiltrate each other, and even if they deliberately hide it, they will be more or less aware of each other's abilities, and as a family of craftsmen, their family will not be missing anything less than extraordinary items - one of the items of the "arbiter" route is used to prevent prying eyes.

In connection with Geller the Elder, Tristan had placed the Eye of Voyeurism on a sculpture ordered by the Stiano family, but the statue exploded the moment it was moved into the living room, and the Eye of Voyeurism hidden on it was also wiped out under the weight of the ban - a major strategic mistake, and the Stiano family has since become more cautious, even with a sense of "it is better to kill by mistake than to let go".

One day, three washermaids and two gardeners had quietly disappeared from Stiano's House, but only one of them was Tristan's informant.

They were taken to the square for public display, tied to a torture instrument designed by the Stiano family, and the delicate guy would not kill people immediately, but would tighten the pincers around the prisoner's neck little by little, and the chains tied to the prisoner's limbs little by little—and finally with a "bang", one person would become five pieces of meat.

Some of the onlookers covered their eyes in fear, but others stretched their necks in excitement, and some even cheered as if they were opening champagne as blood gushed out from their necks, shoulders, and thighs.

Tristan stood in the middle of it, chilling all over. ….

He was horrified by the unsympathetic fervor of the crowd, shocked by the ingenious cruelty of the torture instrument, and regretted and guilty for his act of planting eyeliner...... He had considered the possibility of the informant's intentions being exposed and in danger, but he had never imagined that it would involve other innocent people.

Those blood-drenched images were like ghosts that would haunt him in any seemingly unrelated moment, as in this moment.

"I'll enter the mansion, and the others will pick me up outside."

Tristan repeated it again to show his determination that he was the one with the highest order here, that he was supposed to do the most dangerous things, and that there were a few of the wonderful knowledge that the Hidden Sage had bestowed upon him to sneak into.

Fortunately, this Viscount Sforcha did not have a lot of money, and he couldn't afford to hire a guard on the inside and outside of the three layers, and his money was mostly used to purchase occult equipment for vassal Feng Yafei - especially the kind with the ability to detect and screen, so Tristan entered smoothly, and he also smoothly stuned him with a knife when the valet returned to the room to change clothes, *** After his clothes, he took out a piece of "paste" that had already been refined - this was originally a mutated pituitary gland of a hunter with a thousand faces, which was fused with a section called "painted skin" After the secret rumors, it turned into something even more fantastic.

The "paste" began to wriggle and grow, and it enveloped the manservant's face, Adam's apple, chest, shoulders, waist and abdomen...... It's like the cocoon that wraps the caterpillar, but it fits the curves of the human body better than the oval cocoon. After forming the texture of the skin, the hair began to grow—whether it was the short marolet hair, or the two mustaches above his lips, or the luxuriant armpit and leg hair under the squeaky socket and on the thighs.

Finally, a little fleshy mole appeared on the manservant's neck in a stern gesture.

Tristan flipped the manservant wrapped in "paste" over and carefully made a cut in the back with a knife, peeling off the formed skin, then took off his clothes and put the skin on his body.

A few minutes later, Tristan walked to Viscount Sforcha's study with a silver tray and teapot, and the original valet was stuffed into the deepest part of the wardrobe with a sleeping charm.

Everything was ready, and when night fell, the carriage drove leisurely to Stiano's house, and to Tristan's surprise, Lady Stiano was personally outside the door, smiling and greeting each guest, interpreting the word "hospitality" to the extreme.

As if to wash away the coldness of the previous few days and forget the bad things of this year, the Stiano family decorated the hall with great luxury, with elegant sculptures arranged in a staggered manner, and the grand candlelight outlining them more beautifully, cups of bright red Ormere wine were set up into a hill-like pagoda, and not far away another table was placed with roast chicken, red wine leg of lamb, curry beef, lemon cake and dozens of other delicacies, and the band played one after another

The song is sometimes festive, sometimes mournful, sometimes passionate......

In the midst of this singing and dancing scene, Lady Stiano was talking to one guest after another, and she was by no means a cog-like woman to-day, who gasped in astonishment, bowed her head appreciatively, and the man with whom she spoke seemed very pleasant, the man holding his belly and laughing, and the woman covering her mouth with a fan of silk or feathers, giggling like a silver bell. ….

She seems to be very good at being funny. Tristan thought to himself, he had been observing Lady Stiano, and although he knew that the other party had the ability to make a puppet double, as far as he knew, the puppet double could not make so many vivid expressions, nor could she drink glass after glass, and her face was flushed with drunkenness.

Not only her, but the other members of the Stiano family were also enjoying themselves, and everyone looked drunk.

Happy times are always short-lived, the clock strikes twelve o'clock, and those who can't stand it say goodbye one after another, but there are also people who like to show their physical strength with all-night entertainment.

When the eating and drinking were almost over, the puppet show appeared, and it is said that each puppet was made by their own hands, far more flexible than ordinary dolls, and could make many funny movements, many people laughed and staggered, but there were also many people who wanted to do something else-

There was an unwritten rule in the upper echelons of the empire that one should enter the "wine pool meat forest" after twelve o'clock, and Tristan caught a glimpse of a man who had previously looked quite gentlemanly burying his face in the chest of a noblewoman, who let out a cat-like moan, but did not dodge.

Some people hugged each other into the garden, some were biting each other's lips, and some were rubbing their lower bodies against each other...... And in the midst of the chaotic dance of demons, a person is extremely sober.

Lady Stiano was holding a wine glass, her face was red, but her eyes were translucent, even giving people a sense of indifference.

"Bang."

She said a very light tone that most people would think she was burping.

The clock struck two o'clock in the morning, and so did Tristan's spiritual instincts.

"Bang ——!" The entire Stiano Mansion turned into a golden firework, and in an instant, all the men and women who were entangled and drunk and unconscious became a luxury, and even horror became a luxury.

Before being swallowed by a massive wave of heat, Tristan saw several screws burst out of Baroness Stiano's body in two.

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