Dole Street in the market district, near the memorial parish, is a green, clean, and architecturally new street, and Jane chose to meet the "Purifier" here because the people who frequent the area have little interaction with her original life, and almost no one can recognize her.

At this time, she was wearing a white women's shirt and a light brown long skirt, which was slightly different from the last time she saw the two "purifiers", so as not to be noticed by the other party every time she wore the same clothes.

Of course, her overall style is still leaning on cleanliness, sunshine and freshness, which is the image requirement that Jane summed up from the advocacy language when she listened to the bishop's sermons and participated in certain activities of the church.

With a sun amulet around her neck and her brown and yellow hair simply tied up, she walked along the shadows created by the street trees to the agreed apartment 17.

A brown carriage passed by her, and the window was open, revealing a beautiful face that made people shine.

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It was a lady in a long black court dress, she wore a dark black gauze hat with white feathers, her black hair was unusually delicate, her face was soft, her chin was beautifully curved, the bridge of her nose was delicate and high, and her red lips were plump and slightly curled.

The dark gray eyes are bright, but also seem to be covered with a touch of sadness, which makes people unconsciously feel distressed.

It's beautiful...... After the carriage drove away, Jane let out a heartfelt sigh of emotion.

Although she herself can be called beautiful, this does not prevent her from appreciating the charm of others, and at the same time, she deeply feels that she is still a lot worse than Franca, who has become a "witch of pleasure", and the lady just now.

Jaina retracted her gaze and made her way to the roof of the apartment at 17 Dole Street.

She didn't have to wait long for Imre and Valente to arrive.

"You've got important information?" Valente asked with a cold expression but rather initiative.

His gaze swept over Jana's neck, saw the Sun Emblem, and nodded in satisfaction and invisibly.

Jaina shook her head slowly, "No." ”

Without waiting for Imre and Valentine to ask, she said from the bottom of her heart: "I will repent."

Confession? Imre couldn't help but glance at Valentet.

Is there something wrong with this?

Jane lowered her head slightly, looked at the ground, and said with a bitter smile: "I dreamed of my mother again, and I dreamed of her many times."

And after dreaming of her, I couldn't help but question why the church would let Hugg. Why didn't someone like Artois run for election arrest the people around him as soon as he found out about the problem and stop the disaster that followed?

"I, I want to repent, the pain is gnawing at my heart, shaking my faith, making me wonder if the gods and the church are still protecting us."

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This was her true feeling, just not as strong as the words suggested.

Valentine was ashamed to hear this, and didn't know how to respond to Jana.

Imre had experienced a lot of similar things, sighed, and skilfully reassured:

"There is no doubt that God is always watching us, and the sun shines on the earth every day, but you also know that the alternation of light and darkness is the main tone of the whole world, just as the sun sets every day and the night inevitably comes, and it is because of this that we rejoice in the first rays of the morning and the sun that rises again.

"Again, the Church is not omnipotent, at least in Intis, we are still subject to the Church of the 'God of Steam and Machines', and we are subject to all kinds of restrictions from Congress and the government, and we can't do whatever we want, and we can investigate whoever we want.

"Suffering and calamity are an important part of our lives, many or less, but they will all pass, just as the sun will rise and shine again on the earth."

Jaina was silent for a few seconds, exhaled slowly, and said with her arms slightly open, "Praise the sun!"

"Praise the sun!" Valente and Imre responded at the same time.

With the performance full of sincerity just now, Jane Na took the opportunity to ask:

"Who's going to be in the grid. Artois was pushed to the position of MP, and who made him an agent of the evil gods?"

"It is still under investigation, and there are no substantive gains for the time being." Imre pondered his words.

Jane Na showed a little impatience and concern:

"Why hasn't there been a substantial harvest yet? Is it because of the limitations I just mentioned that we can't get the key clues? Do you need my help? I'm not restricted in any way, I'm not afraid to break the law!"

Imre and Valentine were not at all surprised that Jana had such a reaction, which was the same as the Riot assassination of Huge. Artois's emotional state is the same, but it has weakened a lot.

The two looked at each other as if to make eye contact with the informant who had signed the contract, so that the approach they could take would be more flexible and free.

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Remembering Franca's advice, Jana did not directly use the ability of "instigation", but only sensed the state of the two "purifiers", and used pure words to achieve the goal: "The church can't do it on its own, can't it be handed over to capable believers to do?"

Is it the decency of the church that matters, or is it the children of God who matter?

"Every time a disaster is prevented, it saves so many families and living people who believe in the sun devoutly.

"Huge. Artois is an evil god behind it!"

Valentine was moved, and seeing that Imre had no objection, he solemnly asked about Celia. Bello:

"Are you sure you want to help us investigate this? It's dangerous, and there's a good chance you'll have to pay for your life. ”

Jaanna replied with a complicated smile:

"I'm afraid of death, but I'm even more afraid of being like my mother and falling victim to the cultists of the evil gods for some reason."

She didn't hide her hatred in the slightest.

Imre then said:

"After our investigation, we found that Yuge. Artois had a very close relationship with General Philip, and some of the things he did in secret can be traced back to him, but General Philip died of illness early last year, and all clues were cut off.

"The other supporters and patrons of Huguetuatuis were either arranged by General Philip, or felt that he had value in cultivating and offered to help, and none of them involved cults and secret organizations."

Jane blurted out, "What about Philip's family?" YUGE. What about the cultists around Artois?"

"There's no problem with Philip's family." Valentine replied a little annoyed, "Huge. Only two cultists in the Artois campaign were caught, belonging to the less important kind, and the one who knew the most chose to commit suicide when he couldn't escape, and was very fanatical, so we couldn't get the clues we wanted, and only eradicated the two branches of the secret organization of the 'Society of the End of All Things'. ”

"All things will be destroyed"...... Jaina remembered this secret organization that believed in evil gods.

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Imre added, "The one who knows the most is the red-haired Cassandra, a member of the branch of the former royal family of Sauron, who is both an extraordinary and a blessed cult of evil gods."

"Is there a problem with the Sauron family?" Jana asked further.

Imre shook his head:

"The current conclusion is no, in favor of Hugue. Several of Artois's original aristocratic families had an ordinary relationship with the Sauron family, but Cassandra chose to become an adventurer because she was not valued by the Sauron family. Artois' team. ”

Opera District, Lomba Street, Mechanical Cafe.

The king's cake, which had pie crusts on top and bottom, resembling giant black flowers on a brown background, was sent to Puiver by a mechanical device. Sauron and other members of the "Black Cat" organization.

Puiver looked around and said to Lumien, Arnoli and the others:

"I propose that this game of the King's Cake be sacrificed to one of my great ancestors, the first Count of the Ardennes and the twenty-seventh Count of Champagne."

Puiver. Sauron usually calls himself the Earl of Ardennes.

"That champagne count who wants Russell's ass?" Novelist Arnoli smiled.

In recent years, the most popular banned book in the Trier underground book market is called "The Secret Records of Russell the Great", which not only contains various rumors of Russell the Great that already existed, but also adds a lot of new content that seems absurd and hot.

Puiver sighed and said:

"That's the thirtieth Count of Champagne, the great-grandson of my great ancestor, another branch of House Sauron."

"I have no opinion." Mullen, a painter with flaxen hair and brown eyes, brought the conversation back on track.

It was just a game, and no one else was forced to give the extra king's cake to whom, and it was quickly agreed upon.

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In Lumien's style, he should have objected and angry with the Earl of Puyver, but he remembered that he was now playing Gardner. Martin's friend, the son of a wealthy businessman who loved art, spent money on despised fools and forcibly controlled himself.

Puiver tilted his head to the quieter literary critic Ernst & Young, and said, "You'll be in charge of cutting the pie."

Ernst & Young, with curly black hair, laughed self-deprecatingly, "What I don't like the most is that there are no waiters in mechanical cafes, which makes me feel like a waiter."

"Isn't that a great thing? This means that there are no secret agents. Novelist Arnoli muttered.

The poet Elite with a cherry wood pistol replied, "Maybe the agent is between us."

By this time, Ernst & Young had picked up the knife and divided the King's Cake into seven equal pieces.

Puiver forked one of the king's cakes to the edge of the plate, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and whispered, "To you, great member of the House of Sauron, great Buddha Munda. Champagne. Sauron. ”

Puiver repeated the phrase three times, and Lumian suddenly felt that the mechanical café, which had no attendants, became quieter, much like the bishops had been in when they began to preach.

Offer the extra king's bread to Vermunda. After Sauron, Puyver raised his head, looked at Lumian, and said with a smile: "You are a guest, you are the first to choose."

Lumian didn't make an observation, and reached for the piece of king's bread closest to him.

At this moment, the magnificent cascading voice of Termipolos sounded in his ears: "Change the piece."