Klein's Rose Estate, which he had taken over from Duke Negan's family through Major General Chunas Korg, suspected that there was something special about the estate in addition to the widely recognized home-grown wines of Rose Estate.

Autumn hunting is also often part of the social season in Beckland, mainly because autumn falls between June and New Year's Day.

During this time, the noble members of the House of Lords will return to Beckland, the heart of the kingdom, and wander between banquets, balls, and salons to discuss and decide on the changes and development of the Kingdom of Rune.

And after the New Year, the landed aristocrats return to the back cover for a more laid-back time – or to get away from Beckland's terrible environment for some fresh air.

Klein invited his good neighbors, the Mahert family, and naturally invited Major General Colger, who recommended Rose Song Manor.

And this major general is the prey that Klein is really ready to deal with.

Klein is pursuing the truth of the Beckland Great Haze, and the clue has fallen on the other party, as the deputy director of MI9, Korg still hides the strength of the demigod level, this invitation is still mostly "temptation", and hunting requires patience to lurk.

Klein would be so active in hunting, and Major General Korg was the most fundamental reason.

At the dinner, Crane briefly greeted several ladies and turned a little attention to Hézel.

In the past two months, "Justice" has hinted at her two follow-up treatments for Hazel when they met at the Scholarship Foundation, and so far it seems that the effect is still very good, and the young "thief" is still lively today, whether it is sincere or disguised, at least she can show a more relaxed smile.

As long as Hazel doesn't directly retrieve that terrifying memory, she will not enter into a sudden deteriorating emotional breakdown, for this lady, time is the best "psychiatrist".

But it seems to give me some ideas for how to play the Sorcerer...... Of course, it certainly can't be used to scare innocent people, and if it's those notorious pirates, then there's nothing wrong with that.

Klein smiled and nodded at the ladies, and then walked over to the other gentlemen, showing the demeanor of their master with ease, happy but not proud, enthusiastic but not flattering.

Although Miss Justice advised me to take off my mask, it was on these occasions that a social mask was necessary.

Crane shook his head with a mental smile, clinked glasses with Major General Chunas Korg, and recommended him lamb chops, which the head chef was very good at.

The dinner went very smoothly, and on the surface it seemed that the guests and hosts were happy, and after arranging the rooms for the guests so that everyone could rest in peace, Crane and the butler double-checked the arrangements for tomorrow's hunt.

After making sure everything was fine, he went back to his room.

Nornes was in his own cage when he saw Crane enter the room alone, and the moment the door closed, the lark lifted the lock of the cage with his paws and beak, released himself from it, and flew triumphantly over Crane's shoulder.

"You're very well-behaved tonight, there's no noise or trouble," Klein looked at the silver birdcage, "I didn't lock the cage door before, and you sneaked out?" ”

The lark moved out and chirped in a low voice, and Crane couldn't help but laugh and tapped the table with his knuckles, and Nornes obediently landed on it.

"Try not to come into contact with other guests, okay? I'm afraid your little secret will be discovered. ”

Nornes nodded, then walked around the table with his head held high, acting quite confident.

As the night wore on, Klein was finally able to rest in his room, but not long after he lay down, the owner of the manor, who had been busy all afternoon, was forced to break away from his peaceful sleep.

It's hard to say if it was spiritual intuition, or if the lark was pulling at his hair, that caused Crane to become sober.

He grabbed the mischievous Nornes, but his mind sketched a scene in a room in the manor:

Major General Chunas Korg, who was wearing only a simple shirt and trousers, flew out of the window of the guest room and floated in mid-air.

Crane swapped into a flying insect puppet outside the house and saw the demigod leave Rose Song Manor and arrive on the banks of the Tasok River.

With the ability to switch tiny creatures along the way and reorient himself to the secret couple, Crane was able to follow Korg about a kilometer away.

It wasn't until the demigod stopped moving and began to circle the area around him that Crane had to regain his distance and expand his vision by praying to himself and magnifying the point of light above the gray fog.

However, when the other party's figure disappeared, Crane, who did not want to startle the snake, was once again in a predicament, although he linked the underground ruins he had entered with the location where Korg disappeared, but for the well-defended ruins, it was really difficult for him to effectively penetrate with his own strength.

It didn't take long for Klein to change his mind, he returned to the real world, and recited in Old Hermesian:

"Exalted above the stars, older than eternity, the goddess of the night, thou art the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets, the Empress of Doom and Fear, the Lord of Sleep and Silence......"

In less than a few tens of seconds, the figure of Arianna, the "Secret Servant", was sketched out from Klein's side.

After the battlefield was determined to be the Rose Song Manor, the leader of the ascetics, who represented the will of the goddess of the night, was once again erased from the air.

But Klein knew that He was hiding nearby, ready to provide him with "covert" assistance.

The rest is up to Klein to prepare for the show.

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The red cigarette butt flickered in the dark, making it easy for those who hated the smell of smoke to have the urge to snuff it out.

There were no candles lit in this moldy room, not even a fireplace.

There's always a chill that gets heavier at this season, not to mention the fact that the guests in this room open the windows to let out the air that is worse than outside, and the temperature inside is about as low as the street outside.

Outside the wide open window is a quiet street in the East End, and only a barely functioning street lamp is far away.

Not many windows were still lit, and none of the residents here, even if some of them could afford gas lights, would have the luxury of leaving the lights on all night at this time when they should be asleep.

So a shadow covers a huge part of the street, and if there is a shadow moving in it, no one will notice the anomaly.

A dark shadow crawled along the façade of the old inn, flowing slowly from the window, like a puddle of ink into the room. The black shadow wriggled and rose from the ground, turning into a more three-dimensional shape, transforming into a full human form.

The man was still tightly wrapped in a black robe, but there was a choking cough under the hood that shrouded his face.

"Don't like the smell of smoke?" A hoarse laugh rang out, like a snake spitting out a letter, and the red cigarette butt shook twice.

The black-robed man waved his sleeves slightly, gradually straightening up, he didn't get closer, but kept a distance from the other party: "I like it, but I'm not used to it." ”

"You're from the Aurora Society."

"I need gold pounds."

Banabe asked the puppet to snuff out the cigarette butt and flew the cigarette bomb away, causing it to roll down to the closed door.

The puppet casually swept the cigarette butt out of the door with his foot.

The black-robed man's head turned: "This kind of behavior is very bad, and it is easy to cause a fire." ”

Banabe only felt funny that he was actually preached by a cultist: "It's so reasonable, very guilty, are you still a teacher?" ”

The black-robed man actually nodded: "Yes, I have been a teacher in the school in the East District for a few years. Unfortunately, I can no longer stay there and continue to guide the young lambs to the lost. ”

"Then you'd better not go, teach the students to be believers, and I don't know what their parents will think."

The black-robed man chuckled, as if he didn't understand the mockery in Banabe's words at all:

Of course, their parents will also become believers in the Lord, who is present in everyone and everything. At the end of the day, the Lord will establish an earthly sanctuary to shelter the faithful who are willing to serve and praise......"

Banabe felt that there was no way to talk about this topic, and if he continued to test the other party with his mouth, he would have to do almost nothing but listen to this fanatical fellow's preaching.

There are really few normal people in the Aurora Society, and it is clear that the other party is quite restrained when they are at the rally, and Banabe can't make a complete judgment at that time, and it is only when he sees the shadow moving that he has a detailed conclusion.

That's why he pushed the cigarette butt out of the door, because the black-robed man was blocking the window, and Banabe wanted to leave an extra way to retreat.

At least the other party will not be the Rose Bishop, for the Aurora Society, most of the Rose Bishops are enough to hold important positions, with independent "numbers", and these people are also proud of their numbers internally, and will not use any other pronouns.

The black-robed man was still whispering to his lord, which made Banabe have to speak, and directly interrupted the other party: "We have our own faith in the Lord, and we will not convert." There was originally only a deal of gold pounds and news between you, and you really have news about the missing person in the Great Smog? ”

"The fake dead are not dead, the missing are missing."

Banabe made the secret couple sigh heavily: "The current situation is one-on-two, there is no help for you nearby, don't play word games." ”

The black-robed man coughed twice, then took out a document bag from his arms and decisively threw it on the ground: "Yes, I came alone, I thought this already represented my sincerity." Much of the information you've investigated has been covered up, including more difficult occult methods to snoop on, and if you want to know more, we can't snoop further. ”

High-level people, including high-level extraordinaires? The driving force behind that incident is very complicated.

Banabe frowned and asked, "If this is a trap, how can I 'notify' you?" ”

"That's your trouble, not mine, the finishing touches on this clue are over."

The secret couple shrugged his shoulders and threw a cloth bag to the ground, containing a bundle of gold pounds: "Good reward, I hope this is a pleasant cooperation, and there will be no omissions." ”

The black-robed man picked up the cloth bag and received it under his robe: "The footsteps of the times are near. ”

Then he turned into a shadow again, spreading out of the window.