Chapter 1060: Covered-up Secret

The Sanguine Earl, Mistral, frowned slightly. Although he was unwilling

to admit it, he said rather honestly, "I don't think there were any

leaks prior to this.

Because if that was the case, the Rose School of Thought's demigods

would've had plenty of time to use the response from the Mother Tree of

Desire and Abomination Suah, laying a more dangerous and terrifying

trap. It wouldn't be something an angel could easily resolve.

This was also the reason why Mistral had said that the trap appeared to

be a last-minute setup and looked rather hasty.

This proved that there was no mole. After all, the ones who knew of the

operation before tonight were the ones involved. If they wanted to leak

the information, they could've done it earlier. This was unless someone

changed their minds or wanted to use the urgency of time to obtain more

benefits. And all of these would only leave clear traces.

The black-bonneted Sharron continued looking at the restaurant that had

lost its roof. After a moment of silence, she said, "Perhaps it's a way

of detecting danger via other means."

For this operation, the Sanguine had used a Sealed Artifact that could

even disrupt a Devil's danger premonition, much less, things like

spiritual intuition.

"Possibly..." Mistral couldn't think of a better explanation.

At that moment, in a room on the second floor of the restaurant, other

than the red wine and strange figure evaporating, everything else

remained untouched, as if nothing had happened.

Originally, Sharron and Mistral could attempt using divination to find

answers to their questions and restore what had happened before the

attack. But now, they couldn't do so because the surrounding area had

been illuminated by the "crimson moon." It was equivalent to receiving

the corresponding cleansing from the Mother Tree of Desire. This meant

that divination easily led to this evil goddess, and the results would

be unimaginable.

Without waiting for Sharron to speak, Mistral took a silent deep breath

and said, "There are incidents in every matter. There's no such thing as

a 100% success rate. Let's leave it here today. If we stay here any

longer, the officials might discover something amiss."

As soon as he said that, the black chains hanging from the roof

instantly turned dim and illusory.

The roof descended once again, covering the second floor of the

restaurant and looking no different from what it was like before.

Of course, when the storm rained, there would definitely be water leaks.

If there was a storm, the entire roof would be thrown up again.

The gigantic bat wings that blanketed the area shrank back into the

darkness as the drizzle once again took center stage.

Hidden in the shadows, Klein watched as Miss Sharron's figure rapidly

turned transparent and vanished. He saw an illusory cloud of smoke

puffing up and countless tiny bats flying in every direction. He

couldn't help but frown and silently mutter to himself:

What exactly happened...

It wasn't worrisome to have an accident. What was worrisome was not even

knowing what the accident was. Regardless of what one's level was, the

unknown was always frightening.

At that moment, he suddenly heard a staccato voice:

"What..." "Exactly..." "Happened..." "Here..."

When Klein turned his head, he realized that Miss Messenger had walked

out of the spirit world at some point in time, standing alongside him.

The four blonde, red-eyed heads in "Her" hands were all trained at the

restaurant.

"...Can you see what happened here earlier?" Klein asked hesitantly.

After the Mutant pathway reached the Wraith stage, the Beyonder was free

to enter and exit the spirit world, allowing them to receive revelations

from there directly. Be it their spiritual intuition or divination, they

were rather formidable at that. A corresponding Sequence 2 angel was

definitely powerful in such aspects; therefore, Klein posed the

question.

The four heads held by Reinette Tinekerr shook as they said in unison,

"No."

Klein nodded thoughtfully. Without further questions, he controlled his

marionette to leave the area.

Emlyn White, who had retched for a while, rubbed the ring that was

embedded with a ghostly-blue gem. He muttered to himself in surprise,

"It ended just like that..."

Through the Oath of Rose, he could sense Earl Mistral's frustration,

anger, and reluctance to vent his anger at a lady or others. His initial

judgment was that the operation had failed because of an accident.

"It's over?" Upon hearing his words, Maric was equally stunned.

He had actually wanted to ask Emlyn White the reason for his sudden

nausea and grimace, but he had perfectly tempered his curiosity and

restrained his urge.

"Th-they didn't find the target..." Emlyn tried his best to recall what

Earl Mistral had seen and heard, but due to the seal by Marquis Nibbs,

he was only able to see the situation via Oath of Rose after the

"crimson moon" rose. And these feelings were made ineffective quickly

after the anomaly.

At the same time, Emlyn mumbled inwardly, The demigod from the

temperance faction came here while possessing a doll?

Which master's work is this... It's simply art!

"Didn't find the target? How can that be..." Maric's brows furrowed

uncontrollably.

From his point of view, everything in the operation had been going

smoothly up till that point in time. Whether it was him, Sharron, or the

Sanguine, none of them had the motives to leak the information to the

Rose School of Thought.

As for Sherlock Moriarty, he had proven his credibility through numerous

collaborations.

Suppressing his immense disappointment and puzzlement, Maric said

without much change in expression, "Then we've to leave the vicinity as

quickly as possible."

As soon as he said that, his figure began to fade, revealing the

qualities of a Wraith.

Emlyn subconsciously wanted to ask him if he knew of any doll masters,

but after opening his mouth, he found that it was damaging to the image

of the Sanguine. Therefore, he could only swallow his words back down.

Even if I know that master, I don't have the money to buy it... To bear

the burden of my mission, I have to sacrifice something...

Unfortunately, we didn't capture the demigod of the Rose School of

Thought this time, making it impossible to figure out the current

situation of their headquarters. It'll be difficult to receive that holy

artifact of the Ancestor... Amidst Emlyn's thoughts, his expression

slowly turned grave.

Backlund Bridge area, Iron Gate Street, in one of the billiard rooms of

the Bravehearts Bar.

Klein, in the image of Sherlock Moriarty, was sitting opposite Sharron

and Maric.

After a brief moment of silence, the black regal dressed Sharron, who

was seated on a high stool, said to the detective, "What are your

thoughts on the matter?"

Klein thought for a moment before saying, "The influence that the

crimson moon brought was quickly destroyed."

"What you mean to say is that since the Rose School of Thought's demigod

had already sensed the immense danger through a certain method or a

certain existence, why would he set up a trap that didn't have any

effects?" Maric exchanged looks with Sharron before asking in thought.

"Yes." Klein nodded. "He should be able to foresee that under such

dangerous circumstances, a trap at this level can be easily resolved.

Then, why would he waste time setting it up and not flee immediately?

This is the natural instinct of a living creature."

Wearing a small bonnet, Sharron moved her head indiscemibly.

"On the surface, it's a trap, but it's actually to cover up something?"

Klein replied, delivering the sentence at a slower pace, "Yes, using

such a trap to 'cleanse' the scene and stop any divination to conceal

the actual situation back then.

"Only if there's a secret to hide would a demigod from the Rose School

of Thought take the risk and stay on the scene for such a long period of

time."

"But it's also possible that they didn't expect us to have an angel from

the Sanguine to help deal with the trap..." Maric suggested.

Klein smiled and said, "They wouldn't ignore the angel behind you. For

you to have launched a surgical strike on the concealed Rose School of

Thought members in Backlund, you must have defectors who know them

well."

He was referring to the existence of Reinette Tinekerr.

"What secret would they need to cover up?" Sharron seemed to accept

Klein's suspicion as she sat upright and asked. Klein shook his head.

"There are too many possibilities. Perhaps they discovered the secret of

the attack in time. Perhaps they were planning on plotting something in

Backlund..."

Having said that, Klein tried to consider if the Rose School of Thought

was associated with the current tense situation in Backlund, but he

realized that there was no place for them. Be it the orthodox deities or

the evil gods, they were unlikely to work with the Mother Tree of

Desire.

This puzzled Klein even more. He didn't know what kind of unknown

accident such an unknown factor would brew.

He paused for a moment as he swept his gaze across Sharron's and Maric's

faces.

"In short, we need to be careful and cautious. We need to avoid coming

here as well.

"Yes, under the premise that you can ensure your own safety, try to

monitor other members of the Rose School of Thought again and see if we

can figure out the secret they're hiding."

"Thank you." Sharron's figure floated up and bowed.

Maric did the same.

The scarlet flames soared up as Klein vanished from his spot.

According to the agreement, as he didn't have the chance to take action,

the only remuneration he received was one free instance of help from

Reinette Tinekerr.

After returning to 160 Boklund Street, Klein took off his clothes and

went to bed early, hoping to wake up early. Suddenly, he heard a series

of illusory pleas.

It was from a woman.

Miss Justice... With a guess, he nodded and entered the bathroom. He

took four steps counterclockwise and went above the gray fog.

As he had expected, the supplicant was Justice Audrey. This lady had

gathered 12,000 pounds in cash, hoping that Mr. Fool could transfer it

to Mr. World to complete the transaction of the Dreamwalker and

Hypnotist Beyonder characteristics.

Yes, if the ritual can be replaced by Angel's Embrace, Miss Justice can

try to advance in the next two days. When that happens, it's time to

place the exploration of Groselle's Travels in the schedule. Heh,

Leonard has already become a Spirit Warlock for days and has nothing to

do... Klein heaved a sigh of relief and replied to Miss Justice, getting

her to begin the sacrifice.

With the current situation becoming more and more tense, with more and

more unknown factors, he wished to strengthen himself as quickly as

possible. This included many aspects---first, the increase in the number

of marionettes and Sealed Artifacts; second, the recovery of his

helpers; and thirdly, a further grasp of knowledge and secrets. This

aided him in knowing the truth and obtaining the true attitude that the

different factions have; thus, finding an opportunity from within.

The exploration of Groselle's Travels corresponded to the third point.