Leaving the gray mist, Crane looked around warily.

The first time he performed the ritual of entering the gray fog space at the Black Thorn Security Company, he was also a little nervous, afraid that his teammates would open the locked door and break through the spiritual wall, and see him standing stiffly in place like a demon.

Fortunately, the lounge has not changed from before he "left".

Using a ritual dagger to cut through the spiritual wall, Crane opened the door and returned to the dark hall.

The two night watchmen and the "Red Glove" captain were still talking in low voices, and he could hear incomprehensible conversations such as "Write this in the report" and "Don't worry, many parish squads have magical items in their own custody".

"Uh-huh—" Klein pretended to clear his throat before sneaking his way to the couch and coffee table in the center of the reception hall.

Whoop -

Someone by the window opened the curtains, allowing a ray of moonlight to pour into the room, plastering the furniture and the few people present with a layer of crimson.

Crane looked in surprise and saw a pair of purple eyes fixed on him.

He nodded in thanks, and took advantage of the moonlight to find a single sofa to sit on, while Dunn and Sost looked over to wait for the "soothsayer's" conclusion.

"The good news, that 'Lady D' is no longer in Tingen, and she should have left Tingen as Captain Sost said, and went to a hidden stronghold somewhere to recuperate."

"Well, that's really good news."

After hearing Klein's words, Sost shook his left hand as if it were some habitual gesture of joy, but the swollen fingers made him relax and stop moving.

"At least we don't have to worry about her getting into here tonight and making a fuss, or going to someone's house to get revenge."

Dunn also chuckled and quipped.

"But there's also bad news, she's been in contact with a lot of people in Tingen, and in dream divination, most of them are unrecognizable, which means that there is a lack of relevant information, or a lack of contact, but there is a face I know, he is Lanrius."

In the locked lounge just now, Klein had pondered whether to inform the captain of this message, informing the "Red Glove", which might make the other party question the validity of the divination, and even suspect that he had additional information channels.

But withholding information can also have serious consequences, and after much deliberation, he decided to tell the people about the results of the divination.

Hearing the name, Angel, Dunn, and Soster all set their eyes on Klein.

It's a pity that both of them have confusion in their eyes.

"Lanrius, who is that?"

Dunn muttered.

Sost didn't know and forget it, but the captain ...... Also, I shouldn't have tested his memory.

Klein smiled wryly.

"The owner of the 'Langous Iron Company' in the southern district, who recently launched an investment project to raise money from many wealthy people in the city of Tingen, then absconded with the money, taking tens of thousands of pounds with him."

Angel replied on his behalf, still leaning against the wall by the window with her hands on her chest, perhaps to avoid the dim light outside.

Dunn then remembered the wanted man worth hundreds of pounds, and it was said that the bounty for this person was still increasing, and some victims who had been swept away with large sums of money even claimed that they could be rewarded according to the percentage of the stolen money claimed, so that private investigators throughout Tingen, and even many police officers, joined this "search for the missing man".

After listening to the stories of several Tingen nightmen, Sost also fell into deep thought, and after a moment he looked up at Klein and said:

"Are you sure this person has a close connection to the Aurora Society and Ms. D, rather than just a one-sided relationship?"

"What can be divined must be more connected, otherwise dream divination will not reveal his identity."

Klein was very confident in his divination in the gray mist.

"In this way, it is very likely that Lanerus is closely related to the 'Aurora Society', and even the money he took away was to provide it to them......" Angel also speculated in a low voice, "Could it be that he is also a member of the 'Aurora Society', or even an extraordinary?" ”

"Whether he is extraordinary or not, since he has contact with Aurora and is even suspected of providing funds, it is necessary to arrest him."

Sost said, massaging his left palm with his right hand, trying to get it to swelling quickly, but to little avail.

"Dunn, you provide a wanted warrant for Lanerus later, and I'll bring it back to Beckland tomorrow to keep the fugitive on the attention of the rest of the Red Glove Squad. Tingen's side also needs to hurry up to find clues, he may be the key to us catching Ms. D. ”

Dunn nodded, and suddenly asked:

"You're going back tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'll leave early tomorrow morning. Although the mission did not kill or control Ms. D, it did successfully wound her and escape the city of Tingen, leaving her no longer capable of making waves in the short term. ”

"Red Glove" Captain Sost replied, his eyes narrowed, his soft features looking a little serious in the crimson moonlight.

"This has partially achieved the purpose of the operation, and when we return to Beckland, we will apply for the use of higher-level seals, search for her traces, and solve this hidden danger as soon as possible."

"Then when Henry and Lares recover, they will stay in the guest room on the third floor and have a good rest tonight."

Dunn didn't ask why Soster was in a hurry to get back, but quickly arranged everything.

He then led the other man through the partition and went to the basement to check on the injuries of the two wounded, leaving Klein and Angel in the reception room.

After the footsteps of the two captains disappeared, Klein moved his gaze to Angel by the wall and asked:

"I overheard your conversation just now, is Sost going to write that magical item of yours into his mission report?"

The latter did not answer immediately, but walked from the window to the center of the reception hall, sat down on the sofa, picked up the cup of coffee that belonged to her, took a sip, and then said slowly:

"He promised to only write about battles, and he also said that the night watch squads in many cities have similar situations, and as long as the side effects of magical items are not great, the church usually does not interfere."

Side effects are not few......

Crane resisted the urge to turn on the gaslight to scare the lady in front of him, and changed the subject:

"I saw the battle in my divination, it was very thrilling, but fortunately you were not injured...... Well, I mean you and the captain. ”

He remembered the two "red gloves" who were still being treated in the basement and added.

I was trying to say something, why all this useless thing......

Seeing Angel looking at himself curiously in the moonlight, Crane was a little stammered, his mind was in chaos, and he didn't know what to talk about next.

"Thank you......"

"I ......"

The two of them spoke at the same time, and then closed their mouths humbly, plunging the reception room into an awkward silence.

Footsteps from far and near could be heard, and Dunn Smith stepped out from behind the partition again.

Seeing the two of them sitting quietly on the sofa, and at the same time casting their eyes over, Dunn drew a smile on the corner of his mouth and asked:

"I'll take you back in a carriage?"

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Getting out of the carriage with her hood on, Angel didn't have time to thank Dunn and rushed to the door of 6 Daffodil Street with her eyes half-closed.

"Gotta find a way to break this street lamp in front of the door...... But will it cause a gas leak and blow up the entire street? ”

Thinking wildly, she unlocked the door, looked at No. 2 Daffodil Street on the side before entering, and saw that Klein opened the door lightly like a thief in order not to wake up his sleeping family, she chuckled secretly, and then pushed the door and walked in.

As soon as she entered the house, she felt that the whole living room was unusually cold, as if it was two seasons outside the door, summer outside, and late autumn inside the house.

Subconsciously, she clenched her back molars and turned on her vision.

A translucent, eerie face with no eyes or nose, only a large, astonishing mouth floated in front of her.

(End of chapter)