American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 402 Don't Be So Sad
After Terence left, a graceful figure emerged from the shadows.

"Paxton, is this guy reliable?"

Hearing the voice behind him, Paxton turned around and knelt on the ground.

"In fact, he is not reliable at all, Master Adela."

"Oh? Then why did you call him out in the first place?"

"He's just bait. I think he must be being followed, but they just haven't noticed. We can use this bait to divert the FEA's attention."

Upon hearing this, Adela nodded in satisfaction.

"It was an interesting plan, but now it has to be changed."

Paxton paused for a moment.

"Master, why is this?"

“I’ve received a message that Roy Black may have already become aware of my presence. We’d better lie low for a while.”

In reality, it was Dorothy's divination that backfired, allowing Asmodeus to see Dorothy, Lilith, and Roy through divination magic.

The King of Lust relayed this message to Adela, forcing her to change her plans.

Thanks to controlling Paxton, Adela was able to obtain a lot of information that was only known within the FEA, and thus realized that although she had been enhanced by the King of Lust, she was still no match for Roy.

Otherwise, if things proceeded according to the original plan, Adela knew she would definitely be left with nothing.

Adela's only chance was to ambush Roy, but now that Roy is on guard, she has to change her plans.

"Master, even you can't deal with Roy?"

Although Paxton knew some intelligence, he did not have a concrete understanding of high-end combat capabilities, so he was unaware of the terrifying extent of Roy Black's power.

Adela shook her head.

“You just need to obey my orders! I am very interested in Amacham Corporation. Take me to see Genevieve Aristide.”

"As you command, my master!"

Paxton got up and followed Adela out of the apartment.

Just as Paxton suspected, Gerald had already sent people to keep an eye on Terrence Kaufman, and now there were FEA agents monitoring the apartment from the outside.

Upon seeing Paxton and Adela, who was dressed in a black cloak, emerge, he immediately tried to follow them.

But at that moment, Paxton seemed to notice the follower. He turned and glanced at the FEA agent, who immediately froze in place, as if he had turned into a statue.

It wasn't until other FEA agents found the guy that they discovered he was brain dead on the spot.

Dolphin Hotel, Manager's Office.

Gerald slammed his fist on the desk in anger.

"Damn Paxton Fairtay!"

Gerald was clearly furious at losing such an excellent agent.

"So that guy ran away again, right?"

Roy was sitting across the desk. He had come to the Dolphin Hotel to find out more about the situation in Paxton, as some things couldn't be explained over the phone.

"Yes, my men have lost track of him, but they've captured Terrence Kaufman. After he was caught, the guy claimed he was willing to be a witness and gave me a USB drive, which turned out to be full of SpongeBob SquarePants cartoons!"

puff!

Roy couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It's not Roy's fault at all; Gerald's comment was just too funny.

But Gerald was still angry and couldn't help but glare at Roy, who quickly composed himself.

"Ahem! Could there be some information hidden in those SpongeBob SquarePants video files?"

Gerald had a dark expression on his face. No, he was Black, so his face was naturally dark.

"I also had my doubts, so I had someone watch the animation again."

Roy began to feel sorry for the FEA agent who was responsible for watching cartoons. After all, SpongeBob SquarePants Season 7 premiered on July 17, 1999, and there were more than 300 episodes in total.

After watching over 300 episodes, people would probably go crazy, let alone trying to find any hidden information in them.

"Getting back to the point! Mr. Orlin, is Paxton Fairtay really that powerful? He can actually cause brain death remotely?"

Upon hearing this, Gerald's face was also full of doubt.

"I don't know either. According to the information from headquarters, Paxton Fairtay's psychic abilities should only be limited to controlling clones who have little to no mental capacity. They shouldn't have any effect on normal people! Otherwise, headquarters wouldn't have released him!"

Psychic abilities have always been extremely dangerous. If mishandled, they can cause a great deal of chaos, and what's more troublesome is that it's difficult to verify the truth afterward.

Therefore, FEA headquarters must have tested Paxton Fairtay's abilities before releasing him for training.

Roy rested his chin on his hand and began to think.

"So either Paxton Fairtay hid his true strength during the test, or the succubus enhanced him after controlling him."

The latter possibility is very low; wouldn't strengthening mental abilities just be asking for trouble?
One wrong move and Paxton Fairtay could break free of the succubus's control.

Therefore, Roy believes the former is more likely.

"You mean this guy has been hiding his true strength all along? That traitor!"

Gerald quickly had a similar thought to Roy's, and his expression became increasingly grim.

"This is just a guess, and I can't be sure."

“Mr. Black, I think this is very likely! It seems we must report this to headquarters, and it would be best to have Ms. Elise investigate Paxton Fairtay’s situation. I suspect that someone in the FEA’s upper echelons has been infiltrated!”

Roy's expression turned somewhat awkward at the mention of Elise, but Gerald was preoccupied and didn't notice his expression.

"Ahem! Mr. Orin, I wonder if there's any news about those two people I asked you to investigate last time?"

Gerald shook his head.

"It can't be that fast; investigations take time!"

"Alright then, if you have any news about succubi, could you please let me know? I can help the FEA deal with succubi and Paxton Feltie."

Gerald was a little surprised that Roy was being so proactive this time; he wasn't usually like this.

"Mr. Blake, are you not charging me this time?"

"I suspect that succubus is after me, so I won't charge you this time."

Upon hearing this, Gerald's expression turned strange.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"It's just a suspicion, not a confirmation yet. Only by capturing this succubus can we be certain."

"Alright, if I find any trace of the succubus or Paxton Fairtay, I will definitely contact you."

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

As Roy left Gerald's office, someone was about to come in at the door, and he almost bumped into them.

"Sorry sorry!"

The person apologizing was a middle-aged woman dressed rather strangely, and she looked quite disheveled.

Beside him stood a handsome old man with an even stranger appearance, leading Roy to believe that Halloween had already arrived, even though it was still more than a month away. Roy gave the two of them a strange look. Although he knew of Lydia, he had never met her before and therefore did not recognize her.

Lydia and the handsome old man went straight into Gerald's office, while Roy went to greet Claire and Keller at the hotel.

Yesterday I played three rows with Claire and Keller, and they were exhausted; they slept almost all day.

When Roy entered the room, he saw that the two women had just gotten up.

"You're up? Perfect timing, we can continue tonight!"

Roy deliberately made a wicked face, and the two women quickly begged for mercy.

"Roy, no! My skin is still swollen!"

"Exactly, can we have a day off?"

Roy knew that the two young ladies were no longer able to fight, especially Claire.

The beautiful psychologist ate too much at lunch and is now clearly stuffed.

Fortunately, Roy was just joking, and then he helped the two women bring back some food from the restaurant, as they were somewhat unwell.

As for Roy himself, he was still full after eating Hannibal's lunch yesterday, which was quite amazing.

However, while bringing food, Gerald approached Roy again.

“Mr. Black, I have something to discuss with you.”

"Sure, could you find someone to deliver the food to room 303?"

"no problem."

Gerald gave a look, and someone immediately took the food from Roy's hands.

When Roy returned to the manager's office, he noticed that the strange middle-aged woman and the old man he had encountered before were still there.

"Let me introduce you. This is Lydia Foster, an informant for the FEA. This is Wolf Jackson, the chief of the Underworld Police Department."

Roy raised an eyebrow. He had heard of both names, but had never met them in person.

"Hello, I'm Roy Black."

Roy shook hands with the two men, one of whom, Wolf Jackson, had a completely cold hand—it was the kind of hand that was dead.

After they sat down, Gerald got down to business.

"Chief Jackson says a very dangerous prisoner has escaped from Lingbo Prison and is now believed to be within Los Angeles County. He wants to seek assistance from the FEA. Roy, what do you think?"

How else can you watch it? Of course, you watch it sitting down!
However, the fact that Wolf Jackson has come to the FEA means that the previous operation by the Underworld Police Department to capture the Underworld Grand Master must have failed.

Roy felt he might be able to gain some benefits, since he also needed to help Dorothy capture the Underworld Archmage.

The Spirit Prison is a very important part of the world surrounding Earth, and it has the largest population.

"Mr. Jackson, are you here to capture that fugitive?"

"Yes, does Blake have a way?"

Wolf noticed Roy's hesitant expression, because Roy was too young, and he wasn't sure if Roy could capture the Underworld Archmage.

"There are definitely ways, but I can't guarantee that we'll capture him alive."

Roy first patched himself up, knowing that if Dorothy wanted revenge, she definitely wouldn't leave anyone alive.

Upon hearing this, Wolf suddenly became excited.

“That would be wonderful… no, I mean it’s such a shame! Mr. Blake, please spare their lives if possible!”

Wolf said this through gritted teeth, clearly showing his deep hatred for the Underworld Grand Master.

But whether it's a legal issue with the Spirit Book Prison or a lack of ability to kill the Grand Master of the Underworld, the Underworld Police Department has no choice but to keep this guy locked up.

Then, the Grand Master of the Underworld would occasionally escape from prison and cause trouble.

In fact, Lydia was a victim of the Underworld Grand Wizard's escape from prison twenty years ago. Twenty years later, she was still unlucky to be caught in the Underworld Grand Wizard's escape. She was truly an unlucky person.

“Mr. Jackson, you can rest assured about that. My reputation as Roy Black is beyond reproach. You can ask Mr. Orin if you don’t believe me.”

Gerald nodded. Although Roy charged high fees, he did a good job.

"That's great!"

Wolf visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from his expression, the Underworld Police Department must have suffered heavy losses this time, otherwise they wouldn't have needed to expose their identities and seek cooperation with the FEA.

“Mr. Jackson, don’t rush! Now we should talk about the payment.”

Wolf's expression froze instantly; he had probably forgotten that he would have to pay a price for asking Roy for help.

"Mr. Black, what do you want?"

Roy works for the FEA and earns US dollars, but he can't exactly ask for money to work for the Underworld Police Department, can he?
Holding the ghost money in your hand is useless.

After some haggling, Roy finally gained the right to enter the Underworld and became a special advisor to the Underworld Police Department.

This special advisor position was actually unpaid; it was mainly given an official title to make things easier for Roy during his operations in the Prison of Spirits.

Both parties were satisfied with the compensation. From now on, Roy would be able to freely enter and exit the Spirit Book Prison, and could also use teleportation to set the Spirit Book Prison as an anchor point for faster movement.

Wolf felt that the price he paid was very small. The Prison of Spirits was a place that spellcasters could enter at will, and Roy was just an official with an additional layer of status, so there was not much difference.

"Mr. Blake, what are your plans?"

“That guy has been obsessed with Ms. Lydia Foster, and I think this could be an opportunity.”

Upon hearing this, Lydia became displeased.

"You don't want me to be used as bait, do you?"

"This is the only way. If that guy hides, it will be very difficult for us to find him."

Wolf nodded; that was indeed the case.

Even if Dorothy is able to divine the location of the Underworld Archmage, it will take some time; it seems her bad luck won't dissipate anytime soon.

Lydia was a little upset, and Gerald comforted the unfortunate woman.

“Ms. Foster, you can trust Roy. He has worked with the FEA many times and has resolved many troublesome cases.”

"Okay, I agree! But I have a question: have you seen my boyfriend, Lori?"

The three men looked at each other, completely unfamiliar with this man.

Is there such a person?

Lydia became anxious; she was quite sentimental and didn't want anything to happen to her boyfriend.

"That's the man who was bewitched by the succubus at the beginning, didn't any of you see him?"

Wolf offered Lydia a word of advice.

“Ms. Foster, don’t worry! I’ll check with the border crossing at the Prison of Souls to see if they have any information about your boyfriend.”

As it turned out, Lowry was indeed dead, and her soul had entered the Hell of Spirits.

This made Lydia very sad.

"Uh, Ms. Foster, don't be so sad."

Lydia (Winona Ryder)
(End of this chapter)