Chapter 430: A Brand New Day

Twilight Hermit Order...

*What kind of organization is it? Why haven't I heard of it? When Mr.

Hanged Man was filling me in on the general knowledge of the various

factions, he didn't even mention anything about this...*

Audrey was both surprised and confused. As the gray fog faded away, Mr.

Fool's aloof figure had vanished.

Her eyes darted around as she quickly made a guess.

*This organization known as the Twilight Hermit Order sounds even more

powerful and mysterious than the other underground powers such as the

Aurora Order and the Life School of Thought. It's so unknown that even

the knowledgeable and experienced Mr. Hanged Man, who's closely related

to the Church of Storms, doesn't know of its existence...*

*And their plot was directed at a powerful noble of the kingdom, one of

the most powerful people in the world.*

*They might be the observers hidden in the deepest depths of the

Beyonder world, the true controllers. They influence the situation of

the Northern and Southern Continents, so it's no wonder that they would

be noticed by Mr. Fool...*

*The last time Mr. Hanged Man successfully got "His" Blessed to help

wasn't because the promised reward was sufficiently high, but because

Mr. Fool himself was targeting Twilight Hermit Order...*

This organization is as mysterious as our Tarot Club...

Audrey, for some inexplicable reason, became a little excited, and this

diluted the impact Duke Negan's assassination had on her.

*There definitely aren't a lot of Beyonders who know of the existence of

the Twilight Hermit Order. And I'm one of them, and we, the Tarot Club,

are targeting them!* Audrey stood up and walked to the full-body

mirror in front of her.

She raised her chin slightly, showing an abnormally beautiful angle.

Staring at the girl in the mirror, Audrey slowly calmed down. This was

the first time she felt it was imperative that she quickly raised her

Sequence.

*Even Duke Negan, a Beyonder under tremendous amounts of protection, can

be assassinated, let alone Father who's just an ordinary

person.*

*Although based on the family vault's situation, there are definitely

many Beyonders in the family, and the Church of the Goddess will also

provide additional protection. However, this doesn't ease my heart. Duke

Negan's guards aren't any weaker than what we have...*

*All the best, Audrey, get to Sequence 7 as soon as possible, then

Sequence 6, and then hide in the darkness. I'll be my father, mother,

and brothers' last line of defense!*

The capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, the City of Generosity.

The Blue Avenger was once again passing by, moored at the port, giving

sailors a chance to indulge and vent.

Alger Wilson changed into a robe embroidered with storm patterns and

went to the largest cathedral on the archipelago, the Cathedral of

Waves.

It was classical in style, and it mostly used stone pillars and arched

structures, and it had a towering dome and two clock towers---in the

early days of colonization, the pioneers often had no time to build a

cathedral, which brought about very serious consequences for them.

Surrounded by tribes, jungles, and ancient buildings, they would often

die mysteriously in great numbers for no reason at all, even after they

had conquered the region.

This situation, which had caused a great panic, gradually deteriorated

after the cathedrals of the various Churches were built, becoming

something that happened only once in a while.

Standing in front of the cathedral, Alger was in no hurry to enter.

Instead, he looked through the narrow windows at the dark and mysterious

atmosphere and the warm candlelight that illuminated the activity area.

A few seconds later, he entered the grand prayer hall, clenched his

right fist and struck his left chest. He turned to the bishop facing him

and said, "May the Storm be with you!"

"May the Storm be with you!" the bishop responded in the same way.

Without waiting for Alger to speak, the bishop of the Cathedral of Waves

took out a telegram.

"You're just in time. The Council of Cardinals has issued orders. Read

it before praying."

"What orders?" Alger asked casually as he reached out to take it.

The bishop's expression was grave as he said, "Duke Negan has been

assassinated. The Council of Cardinals has ordered all Mandated Punisher

and priests to pay attention to anything regarding the Hero Bandit Black

Emperor, as well as all the matters related to the tarot ritual."

Hero Bandit Black Emperor? Alger perfectly expressed his

surprise.

He already knew that the Black Emperor was Mr. Fool's Blessed.

The bishop said with a serious nod, "The assassin of Duke Negan is a

Sequence 5 Devil, but while escaping, he was killed by Hero Bandit Black

Emperor. This is the same outcome as Vice Admiral Qilangos, who failed

to assassinate the duke."

*Not only are the superficial circumstances the same, but even the core

issues are the same... It was also Mr. Fool's Blessed who killed

Qilangos, another Blessed... Was Mr. Fool the one who really wanted Duke

Negan dead? No, if it were really him, then he would've warned Qilangos

the last time to be careful of Miss Justice, so as to not expose his

identity on the spot... Mr. Fool is paying attention to the truth behind

the assassination and the real murderer? Who could it be, or which

organization would receive so much attention from Mr. Fool?*

Alger instantly thought of many things and made a preliminary judgment.

He looked down at the telegram and saw that the Church had set up a

special investigation team for the assassination of Duke Negan. Every

member was an elite of the Mandated Punishers.

*Should I apply to join, so as to have a grasp of their actions at any

time?* Alger hesitated for a moment.

In the end, he decided to follow his original plan and keep a low

profile.

With a brand new day, Klein slept until he woke up naturally. He slowly

got up, washed his face, and went downstairs.

He wasn't in a hurry to prepare breakfast. Instead, he habitually opened

the door, bathed in the fog, and took out today's newspaper from the

letterbox.

"What is it?" Suddenly, he noticed that there was a thick envelope

stuffed inside the newspaper. It wasn't light at all.

Squeezing the surface, Klein's mind flashed with the faint fragrance of

banknote ink.

His spiritual intuition told him that there was a lot of cash inside.

Carefully, he opened it and pulled out the stack of money.

After counting the money, he confirmed that there was a total of 1000

pounds.

*It's the reward money from the Machinery Hivemind... Is this their way

of secretly handing me the money? How can they be so certain this is

fine? Leaving it in my mailbox just like that? What happens if it's

stolen?* The delighted Klein couldn't help but grumble.

With this money, and without the Machinery Hivemind protecting him in

secret, he could go to Vampire Emlyn White to complete the previous

transaction!

After breakfast, Klein immediately put on his coat and hat, held his

cane, and stuffed the newspaper in his arm and went out.

On his way to the carriage stop, he saw his landlord, Mrs. Stelyn Sammer

directing the maid to load the suitcase into the carriage in front of

the door.

"Good morning, Mrs. Sammer." Klein smiled and greeted her.

Stelyn smiled modestly and returned the greeting.

*She seems to have recovered mentally... Who knows what happened to

her...* Klein curiously asked, "Where are you going?"

"It's almost New Year's. Mary gave Luke some time off in advance. We're

going to Desi Bay to usher in the new year," Stelyn said proactively.

"Sigh, we've been to a few of the cities there, including the famous

coastal towns. This time, we're preparing to go to Feynapotter. I've

heard that the scenery in Seville City is quite good."

Klein replied in jest, "How enviable."

"What about you? Detective Moriarty, where do you plan on spending the

New Year?" Stelyn asked with a smile.

*I'm probably staying here... Oh right, I have to prepare some tools to

repair the wall which Stuart had previously shot a hole in...*

Klein smirked and said, "Back to Midseashire, where the winter smells

different."

The smile on Stelyn's face became even more obvious.

"I hope to meet you at Desi Bay in future New Year's Eve celebrations."

South of the Bridge, Rose Street, Harvest Church.

Upon seeing Detective Sherlock Moriarty in his black tweed coat, Emlyn

White, who was carefully wiping the candle stand, smiled.

He combed his hair, walked over with his head held high and said in a

low voice, "There's information on Jason Beria. A Sanguine knows him."

"I have his information as well." Klein smiled as he handed the

newspaper over. The headline read: "Yesterday, His Grace the Duke of

Negan assassinated, a true devil plundering the land."

Beneath the title was a detailed description of the assassination

yesterday, and it revealed that the murderer was a banker named Patrick

Jason who was killed on the spot, and the terrorist organization, the

Aurora Order, claimed responsibility.

When he saw the news earlier, Klein, who was having his breakfast,

almost spewed out the milk in his mouth.

At first, he imagined that the Aurora Order's Mr. A was brain damaged to

take responsibility for this matter. However, after thinking about it

carefully, he felt that it was most likely a cover used by the

officials.

*If the Twilight Hermit Order is really the ancient organization which

Emperor Roselle joined, then they would be extremely hostile towards the

Aurora Order. After all, they hate the True Creator...* This

thought suddenly flashed through Klein's mind.

Emlyn looked blankly at the newspaper again and again before asking in

disbelief, "Does this mean the information I got is useless?"

"In theory." Klein gave the vampire gentleman a sympathetic look.

"However, the official organizations are still investigating the

masterminds behind Jason Beria, if your information points in the right

direction, it should be of worth."

As for Klein himself, he obviously didn't want to get involved in this

matter anymore.

"No... He only knew Jason Beria and some of his hobbies." Emlyn sighed.

Seeing his reaction, Klein asked in amusement, "Don't you usually read

newspapers?"

How did you only learn of such an important matter until now!?

Emlyn gave him an odd glance.

"Why should I read the newspapers?

"I'm very busy."

*Busy cleaning the Harvest Church, busy spending time with those dolls

you have at home, and busy thinking of ways to trick people into giving

you blood to drink... You really are a new-age vampire...* Klein

opened his mouth, but he used his Clown powers to suppress the laughter

he was about to let out.

He didn't tease Emlyn White and said seriously, "I've already gathered

enough money for those two ingredients.

"When can you give them to me?"