Night.

St. Samuel's Church, a quiet room.

Dressed in a black trench coat and red gloves, Leonard Mitchell pushed open the door and walked into the room, where Dunn Smith, with a pair of dark gray eyes, was standing in front of the window and quietly looking at the red moon outside the window.

Leonard walked into the room and said in a relaxed tone:

"Captain, there is good news, Benson has successfully passed the Unified Examination for Government Employees and they will come to Beckland after the New Year."

Dunn turned around, smiled, and said, "Good news indeed. ”

Compared to Tingen, which is only led by a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, Beckland, who has a large number of Medium Sequence Extraordinaries or even High Sequence Extraordinaires, is undoubtedly safer. Especially after the last 'big cleaning', which cleared a large number of rats hiding in the shadows, Beckland will undoubtedly be safer.

On top of that, they're all here, and they can help take care of it.

Dunn thought for a moment and admonished:

"When the time comes, try to arrange them in the North District."

"I understand."

Leonard bowed slightly, "The church arranges a place for each night watchman in a house, and my place can be given to them." ”

Although Klein's pension was 6,000 pounds before, it was enough for the Benson siblings to live well. But that doesn't mean they can settle down on that, because what they owe Klein is fate, far from being compensated for by 6,000 gold pounds!

"Hmm." Dunn nodded slightly, but didn't say anything more, just turned around and continued to look at the red moon outside the window, the corners of his mouth hidden upturned.

Leonard saw the corners of Dunn's mouth outlined from the side, and asked a little strangely:

"Captain, what are you laughing at?"

Dunn chuckled, "I think of something glad about. ”

He had met Sherlock twice, once in a dream, to investigate Dr. Allen's nightmare events. The other time was just a few days ago, when he was in charge of investigating the assassin of Duke Negan, Jason. Beria.

The results of the two meetings were very different, the first time he didn't even doubt the stark similarity between Sherlock and Crane, but the second time he could see the similarities at a glance.

There is only one explanation for this - the first time they met was in a dream, and he may have been blinded by some kind of power, so he did not notice it in the slightest. As for the second meeting, it wasn't in a dream, and it was probably not what the Sherlock detective had expected.

What's more, he investigated the Sherlock detective and found that his earliest record was that he came to Beckland on August 26 and rented the house at 15 Minsk Street. And that day happened to be the day after Klein's burial.

None of this may be conclusive evidence, but it was enough for Dunn, who trusted his own judgment.

However, despite the fact that these have been confirmed, Dunn has no intention of recognizing the other party. Because on the one hand, Crane doesn't seem to have any intention of recognizing him, and for whatever reason, Dunn respects Crane's choice. Of course, Dunn thinks it's most likely because Klein feels like he can't explain to the church how he 'got back from the dead.'

Dunn is equally unexplainable about this. Therefore, he and Leonard also concealed their 'resurrection'.

On the other hand, the concern is that Ince Zangwill, the culprit who almost caused the evil god to descend, is still alive!

Now that they have become Red Gloves, they are entitled to learn more about Seal '0-08', especially if they are in charge of hunting down Ince Zangwill.

As for Ince Zangwill, who has '0-08', every move of these 'insiders' is under his surveillance. It also means that they are almost completely transparent in the eyes of Ince Zangwill, and the only thing that can keep it a secret is their minds.

If he had only met with 'Sherlock Moriarty', Ince Zangwill wouldn't have noticed anything. But if he and Crane recognize each other, Ince Zangwill, who killed Crane with his own hands, will also know that Crane is still alive.

Being able to force Ince Zangwill to take action in person is enough to see how much he hates Klein. And if he knows that Klein is still alive, and also exposes the secret that Crane can 'come back to life', it will undoubtedly make Crane's situation extremely dangerous!

So until Ince Zangwill is completely subdued, he will not try to recognize Crane, nor will he make any moves to expose Crane. Even when investigating Sherlock Moriarty, he is investigating with other detectives who are involved with Jason Beria, and Sherlock's intelligence is mixed in and is not conspicuous.

Of course.

The premise is that all of this is out of his own volition, and not from a coincidence created by '0-08'.

——

Outside the Bar of the Brave, a horse-drawn taxi drove briskly by.

In the carriage, Crane, wearing a half-height silk top hat, and Sharon, still wearing a black Gothic court dress, sat opposite each other. Looking at the expressionless pale face of the former bodyguard lady, Klein really had no way to say hello, so he could only go straight to the point:

"I'm ready."

Sharon listened quietly and said succinctly:

"Tonight?"

Her tail rose slightly to indicate that she was asking.

"If you don't have a problem, then I don't have a problem either." Klein responded preparedly.

In fact, he originally planned to call Ember to dig up the grave with him. But considering that Miss Sharon might not be very receptive to strangers' involvement, Klein gave up on the plan. After all, Sharon didn't even call Marich with him, and Crane didn't want to let anyone else join casually.

Moreover, having already been promoted to Sequence 6 'Faceling', and with several powerful magical items in his hands now, Crane is not completely unconfident in exploring the underground ruins.

"Okay." Sharon nodded.

The scene was quiet for a few seconds, and Klein pondered before asking:

"Have you ever heard of a mermaid, do you know where you can meet this legendary creature?"

Sharon's blue eyes looked at Klein unblinking, as if transformed into a real puppet.

After a while, she said without emotional fluctuations:

"Where human footprints can reach, there are no mermaids. Only fishermen in the Gargas Islands occasionally hear mermaids singing during storms during their voyages to hunt white-tailed whales. ”

Located in the depths of the Sunia Sea, the Gargas archipelago is the farthest point of human colonization on this ocean, featuring products such as whale oil, whale meat, etc.

Similar to the information given by the 'Hanged Man', Crane was a little regretful, but still bowed his head slightly:

"I see."

——

Queens, a luxury villa for the Earl of Hall's family.

Audrey padded a white napkin and watched as the maid cut steaks for herself, laid out foie gras and tamon sauce, spread jam on fluffy bread, and added sauce to grilled meats, and a sumptuous dinner shimmered seductively in the light of many candles.

In a real aristocratic family, there are many types of maids, in addition to personal maids, there are also maids in different bedrooms, study maids, living room maids, guest room maids, clothing maids, shoe maids, jewelry maids, dining maids, pulp washing maids, kitchen maids, in order to strictly correspond, one servant for one thing.

Although this was a great waste of manpower, for the aristocracy, decency was everything, and the lack of debt would not lower the requirements of the like. And Earl Hall, as one of the largest bankers in the country, obviously will not be short of this money.

Audrey took a sip of the maroon tea, letting the faint aroma of malt and rose echo in her mouth.

Sitting next to her was supposed to be her mother, Lady Caitlin, but now it was Ember. In fact, every time Ember dined at the villa, his mother would take the initiative to sit on the other side to make room for Ember. As for the reason for this, both Audrey and others know it.

At this moment she heard her father, Earl Hall, a member of the House of Lords of the Kingdom and a great banker, muttering to the newspaper in his hand:

"It's crazy!"

Audrey blinked her eyes and asked curiously:

"Could it be that the Aurora Society has assassinated another ambassador or duke?"

In addition to the initial assassination of the ambassador of the Republic of Intis, the 'deeds' of assassinating Duke Negan a few days ago were also counted on the Aurora Society for some reason, and Count Hall's reaction was difficult not to make people wonder if the Aurora Society had assassinated someone again.

"Oh, baby, you won't want to know, this time it's not an assassination, it's the Aurora Society that stole the tomb of a great nobleman of the Fourth Age!"

Earl Hall shook his head as he flipped through the newspaper, and there was even a hint of anger in his tone.

Hibbert Hall was slightly stunned, swallowed the roasted mushrooms in his mouth, and asked suspiciously:

"Which ancient nobleman's tomb was stolen?"

Unlike what newspapers and magazines imagined, the dinner of a large aristocratic family was not serious and did not require silence. This is a rare time for family members to gather and chat casually on a variety of light-hearted topics over a meal to exchange feelings and strengthen bonds.

Earl Hall put down the newspaper, shook his head and sighed:

"That mausoleum belongs to the Amun family."

"Amon?"

Ember was slightly stunned, and the action of cutting the steak paused.

Oh, I did it, that's fine.

As for the Aurora will take the blame, well, it's actually pretty good, anyway, the Aurora will probably not care, let alone come out to clarify. Thinking of this, Ember suddenly continued to cut the steak and stuffed it into his mouth, letting the plump and delicious juice bloom in his mouth.

When Hibbert heard this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and sighed:

"The once illustrious family has long since perished, and even the tombs of their ancestors are not at peace."

The Quaternary Period, the era before the current 'Black Iron Age', is full of fog and omissions about its history, and even the unearthed mausoleums, ancient cities and documents are scarce, and historians and archaeologists can only barely piece together a little "original appearance" with the help of the vague theological texts of the seven major churches and the main focus on faith education.

One of the few recorded nobles is the Amun family, who rose to prominence in the Quaternary Tudor dynasty and was one of the five major families that supported the establishment of the Tudor dynasty. It is no exaggeration to say that the status of this family in the Tudor dynasty is even more prominent than that of Duke Negan, who was assassinated a few days ago!

And now, thousands of years later, this once illustrious family no longer exists, and even has to be dug up after death. And as a nobleman, Earl Hall naturally inevitably felt some anger from the death of a rabbit and a fox. After all, although it is only the tomb of the Amon family that has been stolen now, who knows if it will be the turn of the Hall family in a hundred years?

Audrey's heart moved slightly, and she quietly cut a piece of steak from her own ranch, observed the expression of Earl Hall, and asked without hiding her curiosity:

"Dad, even if the tomb of the Amon family is stolen, the murals in it should also help to understand the history of the Quaternary Period, right?"

"That's the point."

Earl Hall shook his head and said in a deep voice, "The Aurora Society not only stole the tomb of the Amon family, but even installed a large number of high-performance explosives to blast it afterwards, and now the entire mausoleum has been completely destroyed!" Everything that might have historical value, including murals and ancient texts, has disappeared with the collapse of the mausoleum. ”

"Blasting?" Audrey opened her mouth, obviously in disbelief.

Forget about tomb robbing, why do you have to blast it afterwards, how can there be such a tomb robber! No, if it was the Aurora Society, maybe they would have been able to do such a thing, after all, judging from the descriptions of Ember and the rest of the Tarot Society, it was obvious that the Aurora Society was all mentally abnormal lunatics.

Ember suddenly asked:

"When?"

"Just this afternoon."

Earl Hall pointed to the front page of the newspaper and sighed regretfully, "This is today's evening newspaper, the archaeological team of the Steam Church discovered this mausoleum, and was originally going to carry out protective repairs and archaeology, but when I arrived, I found that this mausoleum had been destroyed by the Aurora Society. If the archaeological team had arrived a day earlier, perhaps this would not have been the case. ”

"Oh, that's fine."

Ember's expression returned to his original state, and the collapse of the mausoleum obviously had nothing to do with him.

After all, his exploration had been a few days ago, and he had caused a little damage at the time. But the collapse was certainly not enough, at least he was fine when he left. However, there is a high probability that the Aurora will also be responsible, and they may not even know where this mausoleum is.

It is likely that the 'archaeological team' of the Steam Church accidentally collapsed the mausoleum, so they hurriedly reported the incident and threw the pot to the Aurora Society. After all, the mausoleum can't be collapsed by the official archaeological team, right? So no matter what, the truth can only be done by tomb robbers like the Aurora Society!

While cutting the steak, Hibbert said with some emotion:

"Maybe that's what Russell the Great said."

Duke Negan was assassinated twice, the ambassador of the Republic of Intis was assassinated, and two months ago the Orthodox Church joined forces with the military and MI9 to eliminate the covert organization, and now the mausoleum of the great nobles of the Quaternary period was destroyed......

All of this gives people a feeling that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings. Even people who don't know what's going on can be keenly aware that something is wrong. After all, newspapers in previous years were nowhere near as 'colorful' as they are now, which is hard to describe as a coincidence.

Earl Hall's knife and fork paused, and he said with a serious face:

"Hibbert, Audrey, try to go out as much as possible until the New Year's party."

Audrey pretended to be an innocent girl and muttered quietly:

"It's so cold, even if Dad, you let me out, I won't go out."

Count Hall looked at Audrey with doting eyes, and at the same time a little helpless.

As for why it's a limited New Year's party, it's actually very understandable. Because according to the custom of the Kingdom of Rune, the nobles with fiefs would leave Beckland one after another a week after the New Year's ball, return to their domains, enjoy a pleasant village or castle life, and wait until June to return to the capital and start socializing day after day.

Of course, Earl Hall, a powerful aristocrat and a big banker, must have to travel back and forth between the two places from time to time to deal with affairs. But Audrey and Lady Caitlyn don't have to follow, they can stay in the castle of the realm until June.

When Hibbert heard this, he suddenly asked curiously:

"Ash, are you going to stay in Beckland or go back to Wintershire's territory after the New Year's party?"

Ember thought for a moment and replied:

"Should stay in Beckland."

"Indeed."

Hibbert quipped, "Bakerland's winters are already cold, and while East Chester isn't very warm, it's at least much better than Wintershire." At least if you put me in Wintershire, I wouldn't be able to stay for a day. However, "

After a pause, Hibbert gradually got to the point, and said with a smile, "Do you want to come to our family's territory to play?" The family's territory is quite large, and there are many villages and towns under its rule. When the time comes, you can also accompany Audrey on an outing and hunt by the way. ”

"Think about it."

Ember thought for a moment and bowed his head slightly, not knowing whether he really thought so or was just polite.

Audrey immediately heard Hibbert's words, and lowered her head appropriately, causing a faint flush on her fair cheeks.

And this undoubtedly made the Counts Hall smile with relief when they saw this scene.

——

There was an abandoned chapel in the middle of Williams Street, with withered vines crawling all over the walls and gray stones falling everywhere. Inside the chapel, excrement and debris are intertwined, stone piles and dead grass are interspersed.

Under the deep darkness and a dull crimson shrouded in the edges, Crane and Miss Sharon blocked the Baron Servant, Lord Raft Pound, who was trying to dig an underground passage to the underground ruins.

However, before he could say a few words, the baron's eyes suddenly straightened out in front of a stone wall that was still intact, and he slammed his head on the back with a force on his back.

Knock knock!

He hit it three times in a row, and fainted with a bleeding forehead.

Crane and Sharon sensed the anomaly at the same time, and each responded, one of them sprinkling the ruinous chapel with crimson moonlight, and the other pulling out a patina cross, ready to drench it with blood.

Immediately afterward, the Baron Cong, who should have fainted, got up again, his eyes bloodshot for some reason.

Raft Pound raised his right hand and wiped his forehead, leaving his palm covered with blood.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked the scarlet liquid, and said intoxicatedly:

"Tudor's bloodline is so delicious, it's simply intoxicating.

"This will push my abomination beyond the limit to the maximum, helping me to expand the boundaries of the seal for a short time."

Crane held the cross in one hand and asked with a little astonishment:

"Evil spirits in the ruins?"

Raft Pound had a wisp of blood running across his face, and he smiled horribly:

"You guessed ......"

Raft Pound's voice stopped abruptly, and he stared at the cross in Crane's hand. In the pupils, the blood red had completely infected the whites of the eyes, and negative emotions such as hatred, evil thoughts, and resentment gushed out, turning into pinpricks that almost condensed into substance, constantly infecting Klein's nerves.

"Who gave this to you?!"

(End of chapter)