Chapter 383: Returning Home

Audrey could almost be certain that it had been done by Mr. Fool's

Blessed when she heard the description of the familiar scene.

She suddenly felt a strong sense of immersion, participation, and pride.

*That was a human trafficker whose hands were stained with blood and

evil... The "Judgment" card is the retribution enacted against him in

the name of justice. Was the verdict hanging, beheading, or burning at

the stake? The Emperor should be a symbol of his identity... Was this

the Blessed who sneaked into the Royal Museum and stole the Black

Emperor card?* Audrey let her imagination run wild for a moment.

She had intended to press for more information and finer details, but

from the look on her father's face, the tone of his voice, and the color

of his emotions, she could tell that he still didn't know what was going

on. Therefore, she could only suppress her curiosity and planned on

asking her good friend, Kance Leerhsen, from MI9.

*Although directly asking Kance about it would suit my image in this

aspect, that would still be rather abrupt. It would also conflict with

my identity as a noble. Hmm... I'll get Annie to prepare a few

invitations for an afternoon tea party, sending them separately to

Glaint, Kance, Murray, Christine, Jane, and the others... Most of them

are interested in mysticism, so they would feel interested in someone

known as the Hero Bandit Black Emperor. Under my guidance, they can help

me ask a lot of questions that wouldn't be convenient for me to ask...

It's decided...* Audrey retracted her attention and nibbled at

her breakfast.

She believed that Mr. Fool's Blessed wouldn't have dealt with Capim

purely for the sake of punishing evil since it wasn't in line with his

identity and status. Of course, if Audrey was still the same Audrey who

had just joined the Tarot Club a few months ago, then she definitely

would've been willing to accept such an explanation; otherwise, she

wouldn't have chosen the Justice card as her symbol.

After experiencing so many gatherings and so many matters, she felt that

she had matured a lot and was no longer as innocent. She believed that

there had to be more important and essential factors behind this matter,

such as an evil god or secret organization which Capim was involved in.

I hope Kance can provide some useful information, Audrey

thought with anticipation.

15 Minsk Street. Klein was eating white bread with jam and flipping

through today's newspapers.

"What? A safe?" As he read, he almost choked on his own saliva.

It wasn't me... I didn't... Don't spout nonsense... In his

mind, Klein immediately rejected the description of his theft of

everything in the safe thrice.

The situation had been pressing, and in order to gain clues, all he did

was burrow into the safe to see if there were any important documents or

evidence despite having found the safe. He didn't take anything, and he

quickly left the safe and went to another room.

Of course, Klein, in his Spirit Body state, had also suffered some

damage from the gas explosion, and the total weight of the items he

could carry had been greatly reduced. There were only gold bars,

jewelry, land deeds, house deeds, antiques, and other items in the safe,

which were either not convenient for him to take, or there was no way he

could launder them.

*Perhaps he has a place reserved especially for cash, but unfortunately,

I didn't find it, nor did I have the time to look for it...*

Klein muttered silently to himself, confirming that it was the

subsequent investigators who had divided up all the contents in the

safe.

He looked at the newspaper, took a sip of Sibe black tea, and slowly

exhaled. He smiled inwardly.

Hero Bandit Black Emperor... I like that name...

After breakfast, Klein put on his thick double-breasted frock coat and

half top hat, and he held a solid black cane. Opening the door, he left

Minsk Street for Broken Axe Lane on the boundary of the East Borough.

That was where Daisy had disappeared.

After finalizing his plans yesterday, and before he committed to his

operation, he had deliberately made a trip to Broken Axe Lane to

seriously look for clues. He knocked on the doors of the nearby houses

and asked if they had seen any girls like Daisy.

Although Klein didn't believe that the official Beyonders would think

that a poor family would be able to afford a "Hero Bandit" who had at

least the strength of a Sequence 6, and he believed that there was a

higher probability that the investigation would be directed towards the

secrets Capim was involved in, supplemented by "who had been keeping

tabs on Capim recently," and other peripheral investigations, he still

cautiously decided to put on a show and try his best to play out the

entire act. What if one of the Beyonder enforcers lost their mind and

planned to make a preliminary investigation in this aspect?

*Some families might have some savings and would be able to hire other

detectives. The chances of being suspected as a kindhearted person like

me who just took on the case yesterday are extremely low. As long as I'm

not suspected, they wouldn't compare my performance from the previous

Lanevus case... Besides, the Nighthawks were the ones who took action

previously and were assisted by the military's special department.

Capim's case happened in Cherwood Borough, so the ones taking on the

case would likely be the Mandated Punishers. The communication between

the two groups wouldn't be that smooth... Hmm, Katy and Parker belong to

the Arbiter pathway. I wonder if the military will intervene...*

As a former Nighthawk, Klein had a sufficient understanding of the modus

operandi of the various official organizations, their work styles, and

their investigation habits.

Simply put, I have excellent anti-detective abilities... Klein

gave a self-deprecating laugh as he boarded a carriage.

He was going to continue his investigation into Daisy's disappearance.

After all, he was an ordinary private detective who hadn't been able to

confirm that Daisy's disappearance had anything to do with Capim.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Daisy returned to the shabby rented

apartment under the escort of the police officer in charge of the

neighborhood.

Along with a few pitiful girls like her, she had been settled into the

various cathedrals in Cherwood Borough last night and had been

questioned accordingly. It included what they saw when they escaped,

what they saw when they looked back, where they lived, what their family

situation was, if they knew any friends who were out of the ordinary,

and so on and so forth.

Daisy, who was still in a state of panic and lingering fear, answered

the questions truthfully.

After that, no one came to her again.

She slept through the night and was sent back to East Borough early in

the morning, where she was handed over to the fierce police officer she

always saw.

Along the way, Daisy didn't dare to say anything. She trembled in fear,

and only when she entered the apartment where she lived did she feel a

little more at ease.

As soon as she stepped through the door, and before she could find her

mother and sister through the hanging wet clothes, she heard a scream.

"Daisy!"

Freja stopped whatever she was doing and, like a nimble fawn, darted

through the clothes hanging in the air and the random things on the

ground. She ran to the door and hugged her sister tightly.

Then she let go of her hand, and with tears streaming down her cheeks,

she sized Daisy up with pleasant surprise and in concern.

"Are you alright?

"It's so wonderful that you're finally back!"

Liv also stood up from behind the washbasin. She wiped her hands on her

clothes and asked, rubbing her eyes, "Daisy, where have you been these

past few days?"

At that moment, the police officer interrupted, "She was kidnapped. We

rescued her."

"Thank you, thank you! You guys are t-too great!" Liv shed tears and

randomly used an adjective.

The policeman coughed lightly and said, "That's our duty... Have you met

anyone strange in the past few days?"

Liv was stunned for a second. Hoping to not be involved in too many

matters or get into any trouble, she said, "No, I really haven't."

The policeman waved his hand and said, "Be more careful in the future!

Don't take deserted shortcuts again!"

He couldn't stand the humidity and the motley of smells so he turned and

left.

Liv looked at her daughter again. She took wide strides over to her side

and wiped her hands on the side of her clothes before hugging Daisy.

"It's good that you're back. It's good that you're back..." she murmured

through her tears, not asking if Daisy had been hurt.

Daisy relaxed and sobbed.

Beside her, Freja was also crying. She stretched out her arms and hugged

her mother and sister respectively.

The three of them cried for a while before letting go.

Liv wiped her eyes again and said, "Wash the clothes first; there are

still a lot of them."

Daisy, who had just been rescued, nodded and quickly threw herself into

her busy work.

It wasn't until noon, while they were nibbling on their black bread and

drinking plain water that could hardly even be considered tea, that Liv

finally had time to ask, "Daisy, were you hurt?"

Daisy shook her head.

"They just hit me a few times."

"That's great! The police rescued you? A kind detective was willing to

help search for you for free yesterday, and you ended up returning

today. Ah, he still has your vocabulary book," Freja mentioned in

passing.

Already prepared, Liv mentioned, "I'll get Old Kohler to get it back and

tell the detective you're home so that he won't have to busy himself

over this matter. Regardless, we have to thank him again."

Daisy felt relieved as she replied to her sister's question, "No, it

wasn't the police. There was a sudden explosion, and the doors that kept

us locked up were strangely opened, and we just ran out. However, I did

see a gentleman or a lady on the roof.

"He wore black armor, a crown-like helmet, and a cape. He just stood

there watching us quietly. None of those bad guys came to stop us or

chase us down."

As a tutor at the free school, Daisy clearly had a richer set of

vocabulary than her mother, Liv.

"A person dressed like that saved you?" Liv answered in shock. By the

side, Freja curiously waited for the answer.

Daisy nodded seriously and said, "Yes, he's l-like what the bard sing

of...

"A hero!"

Hero... Freja ruminated over the word, her eyes as bright as

the stars.

In a certain secret chamber, a group of people were carefully comparing

the Lanevus case with the Capim case using the information they were

given as they searched for similarities between the motives and modus

operandi.

"The two things cannot be linked together at all. The only thing that

they have in common is evil, or rather, evil was defeated. The owner of

the tarot card has upheld justice," someone exclaimed.

"It can be confirmed that the two cases didn't involve the same person.

The difference in strength is obvious, and what they're good at is even

more contrasting. Although it's possible that their Sequence had been

elevated, Capim's murderer was a kind of specter, or someone that can

switch into the Spirit Body state. That's not something common." Another

person's analysis was endorsed by the majority.

Therefore, the person who called the meeting concluded, "Two cases, two

different people, but they both threw out tarot cards. Perhaps the

latter was committing a copycat crime, and if that's the case, we can

target the people who are aware of the Lanevus case. The other

possibility is that there is an organization!

"An organization symbolized by tarot cards!"