Late at night, Klein, who had finally finished taking notes, returned from the police station tiredly.

Church personnel and police officers showed an extraordinary interest in his experience of five minutes at the entrance of Kaping, and they were all trying to understand everything from the color of the railing to the demeanor of the security dog.

If he hadn't chosen to report to the church with the absolute ordinary old Kohler in the afternoon, he would have been interrogated in the prison of the Steam Church instead of being handed over to the police station.

Several times, he felt that he was extraordinary, and even Klein Moretti's identity was in jeopardy.

Luckily, he made it back safely.

A bleak empty room welcomes him.

"Ugh." Klein threw his trench coat onto the shelf at the door and slammed it onto the couch, "Why am I so unlucky......"

He stared vacantly at the ornate chandelier overhead.

After coming to Beckland, he first offended Ambassador Intis for five pounds, and now he was involved in the assassination of the rich of the East End because of the commission of Mr. Bishop.

Dungeon difficulty jumps from low to demigod difficulty.

Moreover, judging from the way the members of the Church reluctantly let him go with the eighth version of the confession, even the cardinals who rushed to the major churches did not catch the culprit.

I don't know which cult would dare to do such a thing.

Crane found himself inexplicably in the whirlpool of extraordinary crisis, and covered his face in grief.

He, the 'King of Yellow and Black in charge of good luck', never seemed to have good luck!

“......”

That's right.

Thinking of the cult organization, in the brightly lit living room, a young man wearing a double-breasted vest suddenly sat up from the sofa.

The experience of being attacked while investigating Ambassador Intis came to mind.

Somebody won't be attacking him tonight......

Looking at the thick curtains behind him and the dark night glowing red, Crane was creepy. If you compare him to a cat, the cat must have blown up.

Seemingly, it's not impossible.

He scrambled off the couch, closed the curtains, and moved to the bathroom, taking four steps backwards into the gray mist.

At the moment when the gray mist shrouded him, he still thought stiffly:

It's not a heart, it's a strategy to deal with things. It just so happened that after the divination, the gold pounds that Miss Justice had sacrificed in the afternoon could be settled with Mr. Bishop. ’

'Oh, and the bishop's commission. ’

......

A few blocks away, Yager received a communication from the Tarot Society in the middle of the night.

Countless whispers came to my ears, as if from someone who had difficulty speaking clearly, unable to make out a single word. In the void, gray mist covered him from top to bottom, leading him back to the long bronze table of the Tarot Society.

Opposite his seat, a thin young man with his face covered in mist appeared.

"Good evening, Mr. Dresser." Detective Sherlock Moriarty's voice came from behind the fog.

"Good evening." Yager's jaw.

Strangely, even though it was close to the wee hours of the morning, the clothes on the two were still neat and clean, and they looked sober, showing no signs of preparing for sleep at all.

Borrowing the ability of the sequence, the fool with the double vest ignored the false gray fog cover and quietly peeked into the screen.

'Mr. Bishop, doesn't he seem to be sleeping?' Is it a daily night owl routine, or is something happening tonight? Thinking of today's commission, he secretly guessed in his mind.

On the bronze table, to the left of his lower position were two finely stitched cowhide bags, apparently from Miss Justice. The bulging money bag shows that there is a lot of money inside.

After manipulating Sherlock's vest, Crane sat in the Fool's position and coughed twice:

"Good night, Mr. Bishop."

"This is Mr. 'World', a new member of the Tarot Society, my dependant."

"He and Miss Justice beg me to pass on the promised reward to you through me. Maybe you can receive it after you leave? ”

Yager turned his head and briefly responded to the fool's greeting before saying, "No problem, thank you. ”

However, he was still interested in it at the last meeting, and now his expression is indifferent, and his mood does not fluctuate.

Oh, Green's honorarium.

The young man who had just washed the blood from his body thought expressionlessly.

Although the evil neighbor next door finally reduced the price to 2,500 pounds under his bargaining, most of the remaining mission fees from Rosago still had to be saved up and waited to go to sea to explore his hometown, and it was not part of his assets.

After all, according to his investigation at the East Bailang Docks, a trip might cost hundreds of pounds.

Well, but I've heard that it seems that being a pirate doesn't cost you money, and you can earn it back......

Yager's thoughts silently drifted astray.

"This is Mr. 'Bishop.'" On the other side, the fool hypocritically introduced Yager's code name to his vest.

'World' Sherlock Moriarty smiled, "Thank you. ”

"Mr. Bishop, I have completed part of your commission."

After a series of self-questioning and self-answering, he finally got to the point: "The daughter of Madame Liv of the East End is in another commission, the mansion of the wealthy Capping, which has a violent and extraordinary conflict in the evening, and the details are unknown. But I'm sure that at least Liv's daughter has returned home safely. ”

"As for the Viscount-related matters, I am still investigating."

"Okay." Yager replied.

So Liv's youngest daughter, Daisy, is indeed in Capin's mansion and is one of the fainting girls.

Thankfully, they didn't have an accident.

Wait, why did Detective Moriarty know she was home?

"Are you at the scene of the conflict?" He asked, surprised.

"Oh yes, I happened to run into it when I went to investigate the commission in the afternoon." Klein said, "You're there too?" ”

The evening event has not yet had time to be published in the newspapers, and it stands to reason that no one should know about it.

Yager's hand on the bronze table rubbed unnaturally: "yes, I happen to be nearby. ”

It's just the one inside the house.

"Ahem, do you know how the church handles this?"

"I don't know." Having met each other, Klein did not hide it.

"Actually, there was just a riot in the mansion when I first arrived, so I went and informed the people of the Heart of Machine."

"When we arrived again, the mansion had collapsed violently. The church took care of the rest, and I was taken to the police station for questioning. ”

"I heard that until now, the cardinals have not caught the prisoners." Xiao Ke sighed, "The cultists of Beckland are really rampant. ”

“？”

Yager looked at Klein with an unkind gaze.

I went and informed the Heart of Machinery. '

The words echoed in his mind, reminding him of some unusually timely church members.

As he followed Green into the sewers, four demigods appeared.

Okay, it turned out that the boy stabbed me in the back!