Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 379 378 Bernardai
The petrified body of Lanius was quickly taken away by the extraordinary members of the Church of the Night.

They needed to conduct further processing and, incidentally, study the strange divine power within Lanius, to which Don and Klein did not object.

Backlund is one of the bishoprics of the Church of the Night and the Church of the Storm. It would be a relatively reasonable solution for an extraordinary being from either the Church of the Night or the Church of the Storm to take the first step in the treatment.

"After they finish the report, they will send a copy to the school. The completed study of the body will be sent to Tingen City. After all, low-sequence extraordinary beings with divine power have always been something that researchers at the school like."

Don and Klein explained.

Klein: "Well, they really do enjoy research."

Studying corpses... something just feels off.

"In addition, the matter over there is also over. The divine child of the true creator has escaped from Ms. Archerley's hands. Obviously, this was a decoy by the Aurora Society to divert our demigod-level combat power and prevent the demigods from besieging this side."

Tang laughed and said, "They did have a good plan, but in the end, the goddess of victory was on our side. Lanluus and that shepherd from the Aurora Society were both left here by us. The Aurora Society's plot failed. I think the true creator must be very angry."

"After all, everyone has a responsibility to combat cults."

Klein wasn't too surprised. "The Church of the Night and the Church of the Storm will handle the corpses in the dock area. Can we go back now?"

"Okay, let's change our makeup and then we'll go."

Tang affirmed.

"Then...this monocle?"

He was referring to the monocle, which looked like it was carved from crystal, that Lanius had fallen into the sewage after being petrified and was then picked up by Tang.

This thing looks so unlucky.

The extraordinary beings from the Church of the Night and the Church of the Storm did not take the monocle. It was now cracked in several places and looked ordinary and unremarkable, without any movement.

Tang handed the item to Klein, pondered for a moment, and said:

“This thing no longer possesses any special supernatural power. As you said, Amon’s parasitism was interrupted by Ms. Archerley’s petrification spell, and it is now just a material with a spirit… However, in the realm of ritual magic, this is very effective for ritual magic targeting Mr. ‘Mistake’.”

Even a simple monocle has left me with a bit of a phobia. Honestly, now whenever I see someone wearing a monocle, I think they might be a clone of Amon… Klein thought to himself. Ultimately, his prejudice prevailed over his claws, and Klein cautiously decided not to accept the monocle.

After all, prejudice in people's hearts is just a matter of being a fool.

"I'll take it."

"Ok."

Tang didn't mind. After putting the monocle into his coat pocket, the two prepared to leave the dock area.

Lanius is dead, a shepherd from the Aurora Society is dead, and the true creator's son was beaten half to death while being chased by several demigods, and now his whereabouts are unknown.

The current situation is not bad, but what needs to be considered next is that the enemy to be retaliated against is not someone as formidable as a fraudster like Lanius.

Whether it was Amon, who orchestrated the Sunwell incident, or the true creator who provided assistance, they were both tough nuts to crack.

He is far from qualified to kill a god.

"Let's go back."

"Ah."

Using the Faceless Man's extraordinary abilities, Klein and Don transformed back into the great detective and his assistant, and quickly returned to their rented house.

Klein quickly went to sleep. As a magician, after dealing with Lanius and being startled by Amon, he was extremely exhausted and desperately needed a good night's sleep to replenish his mental energy.

But before that...

"The embodiment of all errors, fallacies, and loopholes, the clock hand guiding destiny... Mr. Flamel, tonight during the sniping of Lanius, I discovered that Amon already knows my identity. Why do you ask why He is so focused on me? Whether in Tingen or Backlund... I feel there's something wrong here, and I wonder if you can answer that..."

After finishing his prayer, Klein waited a moment, and suddenly a voice appeared in his mind.

"Wait a moment, I'll go take care of it."

Then, a few seconds later, Mr. Flamel's words came back to Klein's mind.

At the same time, two monocles carved from crystal crossed the void and fell into Klein's hands.

Klein paused for a moment when he saw the two monocles, and Mr. Flamel spoke gently in his mind:
"This involves some high-level sequence issues, and Amon's attention to you... is a very normal thing, and it was within my expectations."

“My relationship with Him is not harmonious, but there is something special about you, and I think you know what that special thing is.”

“Don’t worry, these are His apologies to you. They are very good spiritual materials… You don’t need to worry about this for the time being. Under my watchful eye, He won’t dare to do anything reckless.”

"apologize?"

“Yes, an apology,” Mr. Flamel said.

"You did a good job today. Get some sleep, Klein. You need to rest now."

What apology...

Wait a minute, during those few seconds of pause, did Mr. Flamel slap a few of Amon's clones across the face, warning them whether they wanted to die or not, and then rip off Amon's monocle and throw it at them as an apology gift?

Mr. Flamel and Amon have a very bad relationship, but Mr. Flamel can't kill Amon in a short time, so he'll take revenge by creating two clones of Amon.

Klein: ...

Is this what it feels like to have a powerful backer?

but……

"As expected, Mr. Flamel knew about my special qualities."

He sighed softly, put away the two seemingly ordinary monocles, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

The red moon still hangs high outside the window; tonight is just another ordinary night.

Tang sat in the living room, holding a newspaper in one hand and pulling out a dessert from the mists of history with the other, stuffing the seemingly sweet and delicious treat into his mouth.

"One of the advantages of ancient scholars was that they could appreciate the deliciousness of food without having to bear the consequences of eating it."

Although the Faceless Man at the Mysterious Servant level has the ability to mold even a 1,000-pound fat man into whatever shape he wants, it must be said that eating without any guilt can sometimes be really enjoyable.

Even though it's just a Sequence 5 historical aperture image, it's not too much to secretly use the Sequence 3 ability when you're not around, is it?

Ah, if only things would stay this peaceful from now on.

Perhaps it was due to the flag Tang himself had set in his mind, but sometimes fate is just that strange. He, who had only wanted to lie down and relax, suddenly heard prayers. "Hmm?" How strange, in this day and age, does anyone still know his name?

The sound of prayer was loud, echoing in layers, proving that the person praying was in Backlund and that the two were not far apart.

Following the principle of responding to the nearest response, and given that his main body was still deep in the raging sea, Tang had no choice but to accept the prayer.

He had a feeling he might have to work overtime again.

As expected... After listening to the prayers that reached his ears, Tang's expression became somewhat strange, but he still stood up from the rocking chair.

Tang stuffed the last piece of pastry on the table into his mouth. As he chewed on the pastry, which, like his own body, was also a fake, he pulled himself out of the fog of history and recalled his recent self.

His clothes changed automatically, and Tang then said to his newly created historical pore image, "Keep an eye on things here, don't let Amon steal our base."

"Okay, sure."

The newly emerged Tang could only nod and sigh, "The copy produced another copy. How come our nesting dolls are even more clueless than Amon?"

"Please don't use Amon as an adjective... Since the original body isn't here, what can I do? Or would you rather be turned into a puppet by me? I wouldn't mind turning you into a puppet and controlling you remotely... Or you can go."

"Never mind, you go ahead and do your thing."

The newly emerged historical pore images quickly lay down, ready to be installed in an ordinary, obedient Sequence 5.

Tang: ...

I'm so angry! It's all my fault, why is he destined to suffer so much?

As the two people went back and forth, one of their figures was gradually erased by some force and disappeared from the living room.

The one who stayed behind, Tang, pursed his lips, realizing he had underestimated something. Just as he was about to enjoy himself and pull a novel out of the historical fog, he saw Klein walk out of the room.

"what happened?"

"Aren't you asleep yet?"

Klein rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"I'm thinking of staying up all night. I'm reading a novel. Tsk tsk, I have to say, this author's writing is quite interesting. I plan to finish it tonight and then talk about it."

Klein looked over and saw that what Tang was holding was "Storm Manor". He had read it before when he was at the Nightwalker's place in Tingen Market. It was a pretty good isekai novel to pass the time.

However, it seems that this was written by the "Magician" lady from his tarot club?

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Suburbs of Backlund.

Tang's figure emerged from the spirit realm. The surroundings were empty and deserted. He scanned his surroundings and then looked up at the sky.

Just as his gaze fell upon that high point, a forest path woven from emerald green pea vines suddenly appeared in the sky, with huge vines spreading downwards to create a spiraling staircase.

A woman with a capable demeanor, wearing black leather boots, a light brown knee-length skirt, and chestnut hair, emerged from the forest path and stepped onto the ground.

Tang looked up at the person who seemed to have stepped out of a fairy tale magic and asked with a smile:
"Bernarde, why didn't you tell me you were coming to Rune?"

Bernard stepped onto the ground, his face, which still looked young and showed no signs of aging, now held a slightly bitter expression.

But she quickly composed herself, smiled at Tang, and greeted him, "Uncle Eggers, long time no see."

"Yes, it has indeed been a long time, more than thirty years, hasn't it? How have you been lately? Do you need my help with the Morse Ascetic Order?"

Tang nodded, showing the care that an elder should show to a younger person.

"I've been doing alright lately. The Morse Penitentiary doesn't dare to do anything to me. I already have a plan, so I don't need Uncle Eggers' help for now."

"Well, it's pretty good."

Just like a hundred years ago, young, gentle, and unpretentious Tang asked with a smile, "How about we go to Tingen for a while? It's not far from Backlund."

“No, no need, Uncle Eggers.” After saying this, Bernardai’s smile, which had been warm and affectionate towards his elders, faded slightly.

"I'm sorry to contact you in this way, but..."

She paused for a moment, then said very sincerely, "Uncle Eggers, some of my father's belongings that were taken by the Steam Church will soon arrive in Backlund for exhibition."

"I would like to ask you to take a look and see if there is anything in there that exhibits abnormal behavior."

"The Craftsmen's Church inspected those things round and round, and I... I couldn't find anything wrong with them either."

As he said this, a barely perceptible plea appeared in Bernardet's voice.

She gazed at the elder who had watched her grow up, her eyes filled with intense emotions that made one feel a pang of pity.

Russell's darling daughter was always radiant, generous, powerful, and mysterious.

Don's expression softened slightly, and he nodded. "Rossel's belongings?"

He looked at Bernardet, his voice still a few decibels lower, sounding somewhat serious; "Although I don't want to say anymore, you still think your father is innocent?"

Bernadette Gustave, as his eldest daughter, could not possibly have been unaware of the many outrageous things Russell Gustave did in his later years after his death at White Maple Palace.

Bernard was not entirely unaware that he had been assassinated in White Maple Palace by the Craftsmen's Church, the Eternal Sun Church, and other nobles.

But she still believed that Rosell had his reasons, and that Emperor Rosell was never that kind of person.

After more than a century of hesitation, doubt, and self-pity, Bernard is now determined to find out the truth and is trying to find out everything.

As one of the few people who actually controlled Miskatonic, there was not only Mr. "Mistake" Nicola Flamel, but also a fortune teller angel. Both of them were Bernardes, a friend of Roselle's father, and he had to hope that they could help him in this matter.

Even though she had pleaded with the other party to seek justice for her father.

Even though she knew that things might not be as she thought, and that there might be many hidden secrets.

"it is good."

Since she was his niece whom he had watched grow up, Tang could only nod.

"I will help you."

(End of this chapter)