Storm of Gods

Chapter 45 Another brother is gone.

The scene suddenly became tense.

Zhao Xun snorted coldly, "I hope what you said is true, otherwise, don't think that just because the Chief Bishop values ​​you, you can do whatever you want."

The ladies present looked on incredulously. They had no idea what had happened outside, what murderer, or how it could be connected to a noble viscount.

"There can't be any mistake, this is too barbaric."

"He doesn't look like a good person. I've heard that night patrolmen are no different from gangsters; they all do shady work."

“The work of the night patrolmen and the city guards overlaps. Judging from his fierce and cold appearance, with a zombie-like face, he has a jealous look.”

One by one, the voluptuous ladies, having recovered from their initial shock, began to gossip and criticize. Luo Jin didn't care; he'd seen this kind of thing many times before. He'd been angry when he was younger, but now that he was older, he didn't care anymore. However, the members of the Papal Inquisition team who accompanied him had never been treated like this before.

"Ladies, watch your words! Lord Luo Jin is on official business!" a priest said in a deep voice. The women quieted down, but continued to insult Luo Jin with contemptuous looks.

Mondlier didn't take Luo Jin seriously at all, and shook his head with a wry smile, "Sir, I didn't expect to drag you into such a ridiculous trouble. Why don't you go back first, and I'll come to apologize after I've dealt with this matter."

Zhao Xun waved his hand, "I'd like to see how the night patrol handles cases, and whether anyone is abusing their power."

The Archbishop was quite efficient; soon the city hall officials arrived with an arrest warrant, and Mondlier's face turned grim upon seeing it.

"Viscount Mondlier, will you go by yourself, or shall I take you away?" Kurt's unseeing face seemed to be right in front of him, and Luo Jin used a great deal of strength to suppress his murderous intent.

Mondlier glanced at her indifferently and then spoke to a pretty noblewoman, "Don't worry, everything's fine. The innocent will clear themselves. Luo Jin, let's go."

Seeing Mondliel's delighted expression, Luo Jin's gaze sharpened slightly. It was best that the other party didn't take him seriously.

The user must be aware of his own condition, at least that he needs fresh flesh and blood to balance his bloodlust. Over time, he will definitely need to absorb psionic energy. Mondl could not possibly be unaware of this, or did he think he wouldn't be able to stay in prison for long?
Unfortunately, the church has a way of making him reveal his true colors!
The news that Mondlier had been taken away quickly spread throughout the city. The Viscount Mondlier, the captain of the city guard, was actually the murderer of the Mysterious Mist serial murders. In an instant, the entire city of Tianjing was in an uproar.

Luo Jin only breathed a sigh of relief after Mondlier was imprisoned in the church's trial prison. He had been on guard the whole way, fearing that Mondlier might suddenly go berserk, but the other party had been very compliant, which made Luo Jin a little suspicious.

Is he really not afraid?

Or did they think they could escape once they reached the church?

Luo Jin frowned. His professional intuition told him that things were going too smoothly for him. Mondlier was so certain. Could it be that he really wasn't the killer in the mist?
Luo Jin wasn't just blindly following Li Xin and Casey; he had always suspected that the killer of the mist was a high-ranking official. It wasn't easy for a user to be created, so this guy's power must be very strong. Coupled with the previous coincidences, Mondlil's own conditions were very suitable. Luo Jin knew that this was not the time to doubt himself.

Archbishop Matthew, seeing Luo Jin's expression, asked, "What's with that look?"

He had to go to the city hall to save face, but the mayor and councilors were very accommodating. Even though it involved an old nobleman, they issued an arrest warrant as quickly as possible. The night patrol has already searched the manor, but found nothing.

"Kurt has been killed," Luo Jin said.

Upon hearing this, Matthew paused slightly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seeming to deepen, and sighed softly, "When I first met him, he was just a teenager. Sigh, let the church pay the compensation and settle his family... You should also be careful; we can't let our guard down until the matter is resolved."

Matthew also felt that Mondlil didn't take the church seriously enough.

"Your Excellency, are there any potions or divine relics that can help a user conceal or suppress their desires?" Luo Jin asked. "Yes, but there's no foolproof way to conceal them. The city hall has given us five days. If conventional methods don't work, I'll think of something. The Moon Goddess will forgive me," Matthew said repentantly, holding a half-moon shrine in both hands, then looked at Luo Jin, "How confident are you?"

"Intuition is more than 90% accurate, but the evidence is still insufficient," Luo Jin said. Of course, the Night Patrol doesn't need that much evidence to investigate mysterious events. After all, by the time they find the evidence, the culprit will have long since disappeared. This is the Night Patrol's right, but it's also what makes them criticized.

Matthew nodded. "Don't let your guard down. Keep the others on high alert in case anything goes wrong. You should rest too; you look older than me."

Luo Jin left the church, reached the street corner, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and gazed at the sky above Tianjing. In the distance, bells rang out. He knew that the arrest was not the end, but rather the beginning of a real challenge. From this moment on, he and Mondlier were mortal enemies.

If Mondliel weren't a nobleman, he could have easily taken him to the Night Watch and pried him out of his true form. But with a nobleman, it wouldn't work. The city hall would supervise, and torture wouldn't be allowed. They could only use blood or other means to lure him into revealing his true form. Of course, the Archbishop might have other methods, but they couldn't be used unless absolutely necessary. If he made a mistake and treated a nobleman this way, even the Archbishop would find it difficult to bear the consequences.

After finishing his cigarette, Luo Jin calmed down and returned to the Night Watch. Kurt's body had already been brought back to the Night Watch. The members of the Fifth Team all had red eyes and their faces were filled with murderous intent. The captain who had been drinking and having fun with them just yesterday had turned into a cold corpse in a short while. When they saw Luo Jin, Cario, Fan Jia and others immediately surrounded him.

"Boss, did they catch Mondl? Is he the murderer? We need to avenge the captain!" Van Gaal said, filled with regret. Why didn't he go with the captain? If there were two of them, that guy probably wouldn't dare to make a move.

“Mondlier is a prime suspect and has been detained by the church. We await further news. Also, do not withdraw the net outside for now; continue the investigation to prevent it from being a group crime,” Luo Jin said. “Cario, you will serve as acting captain. The formal appointment will be discussed after the case is closed.”

After arranging the cleanup, Luo Jin left. When you join the Night Patrol, you have to be prepared to die at any time. You have to deal with mysterious events at all times. The risk is the highest, which is why quite a few Night Patrol members leave the job.

"The boss is too cold-hearted. The captain died tragically, and he didn't even react!"

“Shut up! The boss has a better relationship with the captain than we do, so he's the one who's suffering the most. But what can he do? Can he just whine like you? He's the flag bearer for us Night Patrol. This isn't over yet. If it really is Mondlier, I'll kill him with my own hands. But for now, keep up the work. Keep an eye on Mondlier's family, and everyone connected to him!” Cario said through gritted teeth. “Keep a close watch on them!”

Luo Jin went to the logistics department and found Casey to explain Kurt's funeral arrangements. "I remember Kurt said that his wife's health was not good and he had three children to raise. The church's pension will not be approved so quickly. First, take five thousand lira from the Night Watchmen's account. Tell her not to worry about living expenses. I will find a way to solve them later. You take care of it yourself."

Luo Jin was also very familiar with a series of issues related to the funeral.

Casey nodded, wanting to say something, but the words caught in his throat. It was the last bit of stubbornness on the part of this old man.

Luo Jin locked himself in his office, lit a cigarette, and reviewed the entire process again, checking for any oversights, and still feeling that the public's judgment was highly likely.

Mondl is highly suspicious. Given his personality, he shouldn't be so concerned about this matter. The city guards have always been perfunctory in their cooperation, going through the motions without putting in any real effort. As a captain, he usually hates these kinds of situations, so his sudden enthusiasm is highly suspicious.

But why did he act as soon as he realized he was being followed? Wouldn't that have exposed him even more?

One possibility is that the user's mental state is different from that of an ordinary person. They have been dealing with secretive matters for a long time and lost control after discovering that they were being followed.
Instead of just daydreaming, taking action is the best way.

That evening, at an unknown time, Luo Jin arrived at the tavern alone. "Two bottles of Highland Knight, two glasses."

Highland Knight is the strongest liquor here, and the owner doesn't even ask why, because the owner has this strange habit every now and then, and it's only at this time that he orders the strongest liquor.

As the cork was pulled out, a strong aroma of alcohol wafted out. With a clattering sound, both glasses were filled, and Luo Jin picked up one and gently clinked it against the other on the table.

The strong liquor went down my throat, and the burning sensation went straight to my head.

Another brother has left.

(End of this chapter)