Mysterious: The Innate Sacred Body of Destiny

Chapter 385 Klein's Potions and the Witch

The Guild of Truth.

"Sherlock, you've arrived?"

Charles put down the documents in his hand and glanced at Klein, who had just entered.

"Um, Director, is there anything I can help you with?"

Klein's expression remained normal, but an unavoidable hint of guilt lingered within him.

After all, when he was sorting through the materials transferred from the subway station, he couldn't resist his curiosity and secretly flipped through some documents.

Although he is now a full member of the society and has access to certain levels of information, the fact that Charles allowed him to organize the documents alone suggests that they are not top-secret or classified information.

However, submitting a report to request access and secretly viewing the information are two completely different things.

Moreover, to be honest, he was also shocked when he saw the file about the Church of the Night.

In addition to the information and communication records of night watchmen in Backlund and other areas, he also found an internal wanted poster in a thick stack of documents.

Wanted suspected defector: Klein Moretti —

The moment he saw the wanted poster with his photo attached, even with the "Joker's" abilities, he couldn't completely keep his expression in check.

Although I had anticipated this development, I still couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed when I saw the arrest warrant in person.

The only thing that gave him some relief was that the wanted poster only stated "suspected." And he hadn't heard a thing since arriving in Backlund. He later peered above the gray fog but didn't find any imminent danger.

Perhaps the church simply considered him a regular missing person, and that the arrest warrant was from a long time ago.

Anyway, as long as you don't think of him as one of Inszangwell's accomplices, it's fine.

The society, on the other hand, didn't seem to have uncovered his true identity either. After all, he joined with the recommendation of "Club 5" and didn't undergo the normal onboarding process.

But this incident still made him more conscious of his facade. Recently, he's been growing a beard to make himself look more mature and weathered.

Seeing his subordinates' slightly nervous expressions, Charles raised an eyebrow and gave them a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, it's good news. We've received a reply regarding your promotion."

"The higher-ups approved my application?" Klein asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes. Looks like you won't have to come with me to parties and beg those arrogant guys." Charles joked, his tone relaxed.

"Although given the recent situation, it seems unlikely that any parties will be held—the higher-ups are furious about the attack on our base, and it's likely that we'll be fighting those lunatics, the Aurora Society, to the death for quite some time to come."

"What will the church's reaction be?" Klein asked tentatively.

"I don't know." Charles shook his head slightly. "I'm not in charge of this part of the matter. However, someone should be specifically assigned to explain it to the church."

"At least the guild is still operating normally and hasn't been shut down."

Then he changed the subject, leaning forward slightly, "Alright, let's get back to the main topic. There are two pieces of news, one good and one bad. Which do you want to hear first?"

"Bad news." Klein habitually asked about the bad news first.

"The bad news is that although your promotion application has been approved, due to the recent chaos and the loss of the stronghold, there are no extra potion materials in the current inventory. You can only continue to wait for new materials to be allocated."

"And what's the good news?" Klein asked again.

"The good news is that although there are no readily available materials, you can collect them yourself."

"Collect it yourself?"

"Yes. I can tell you the potion recipe now, and you can figure out how to get the main ingredients yourself. As long as the price is reasonable and there's no outrageous markup, I'll reimburse you afterwards."

"Of course, you have to sign a confidentiality agreement and not disclose the contents of the formula."

"This is a necessary procedure," Charles added.

I have my own connections within the Tarot Club—gathering materials shouldn't be difficult. I just need to post a task at the Tarot Club, or try my luck at other extraordinary gatherings—and afterwards, I just need to come up with a plausible reason.

This plan was in his favor, and Klein had no reason to refuse it.

Just as he nodded in agreement, signed the binding agreement, and received the "Faceless Man's" potion recipe.

He suddenly had a strange sense of déjà vu.

While in Tingen, I concealed my secret as a time traveler and became one of the Night Watchers.

Here, I also concealed my true identity and past, and joined the society.

Why do I suddenly have this feeling of being a double agent?

Backlund, Minsk Street.

"I've got the materials you needed."

"Witch" Irene took out an exquisite tin box and handed it to the beautiful woman in front of her, who was wearing a cloak.

Thanks.

The woman took the tin box, opened it, glanced at it, nodded in satisfaction, and was about to put it away when she heard Irene say coldly, "Don't come here again next time."

Upon hearing this, Triss lowered her cloak, revealing a beautiful yet weary and stubborn face. A mocking smile curved her lips: "Oh? So afraid that your live-in partner will see me?"

"You seem to really enjoy this fake, ordinary life."

"Have you almost forgotten your true self, and the fact that you're a witch?"

"Tsk." Irene's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes. She extended two slender fingers.

"First, you are no match for me. If I wanted to kill you, you would already be a corpse."

"Secondly, you don't want my undercover operation to go wrong, do you?" she retorted without any politeness.

"If I'm exposed, no one in Backlund will be able to help you anymore. If you really want to get rid of that disgusting arrangement of the sect, you'd better show me some respect and don't make me angry."

After calming herself down, she took a deep breath and asked, "Have you figured out the sect's purpose yet? It's been so long."

"Even if it's just a pledge of allegiance to the society, shouldn't you at least tell me some relevant information?"

"No." Triss lowered her head, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

"Aside from handing me over to the prince like a gift, the sect hasn't done anything else. Besides me, there don't seem to be any other obvious sect members around the prince."

"But I'm certain the sect has other, bigger conspiracies at play. There's something special about that prince—"

Irene said thoughtfully, "In other words, the sect's target is likely the prince himself, or something closely related to him—and your role is to be a pawn to get closer to him."

Triss's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

"If all else fails—you can just make a sacrifice." Irene's scrutinizing gaze swept over Triss's fair, jade-like skin, her tone becoming somewhat ambiguous.

"Anyway—this kind of thing is bound to happen sooner or later for a witch, and she can also digest the potion while she's at it."

"No! I refuse—" Triss crossed her arms and instinctively took a step back.

"Hehe." Irene didn't say much, but just showed an expression of someone who had been through it all.

"A chaste witch—this rare breed does seem like the type who would betray you, and that's the kind of person the society likes—"

She was about to say something more when she heard the sound of a key turning in a lock downstairs.

"The great detective is back. You'd better get out of here."

"Don't let the cult find out, or we're all doomed," Irene warned in a low voice.

"understood."

Triss nodded, then vanished into the room in a flash, entering stealth mode instantly.

She had tried to escape many times, but each time she couldn't escape the sect's vicious cycle. This made her realize that to completely get rid of her current situation, she needed to rely on some external force.

A witch who shares a similar mindset and is in a latent state would undoubtedly be a great partner.

Tingen.

"The gatekeeper—and the shepherd" —

Lorne sat at his desk, carefully reading the reply from the "mysterious queen" Bernadette.

In the letter, the learned queen described some ways and methods to command evil spirits.

"Actually, the 'alien' pathway can also do something similar, but unfortunately, with Sharon's current abilities, she can't command those demigod-level evil spirits—"

"Speaking of which, this 'Shepherd' pathway is way too overpowered." Looking at the description of the "Shepherd" ability, Sequence 5 of the "Mystic" pathway, in the letter, Lorne couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Powerful, I envy it.

"It can graze the souls of other extraordinary beings within its body and command these souls to use their extraordinary abilities from their previous lives. Up to seven souls can be retained simultaneously, and each soul can use three abilities—"

"This is even more insidious than the 'record officer'! The 'record officer's' records are all one-time use; once they're gone, they're gone."

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"If a shepherd were to 'herd' the soul of a 'recorder,' and then use the ability to record—"

"It's practically invincible within its sequence!"

"And almost all of the 'shepherds' are members of the 'Aurora Society'—"

Will said we could keep an eye on them.

"If I could get my hands on a Shepherd trait—"