Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 250 Assassination

Klein and Leonard were dazzled by the various luxurious facilities in the Duke's mansion.

"Ah, truly the most dazzling jewel of Backlund..."

The faint gasps drew everyone's attention to the doorway.

With his excellent hearing, Klein discerned the name of the newcomer from the cacophony of voices: Audrey Hall!

Audrey Hall, dressed in a cream-colored court gown, walked into the banquet hall arm in arm with Earl Hall, instantly stealing the spotlight from the event.

She was like a truly dazzling and noble gem, gathering all the brilliance of the banquet.

Klein recognized the young lady immediately.

Miss Justice? Klein had seen her above the gray fog and had even met her up close in the illusionary realm, so he recognized her at a glance.

"No, she's an 'audience member,' I need to keep my facial expression..." Klein glanced at Audrey with a smile, then politely looked away.

This is the most reasonable response.

After exchanging pleasantries with Duke Negan, Earl Hall led his daughter directly here.

"The 'Justice' family worships a goddess, and Bishop Truman is now the new archbishop of the Backlund diocese..."

Both out of courtesy and reason, Earl Hall should come and pay a visit.

Before Klein could finish his thought, Count Hall and Miss Audrey had already come before him and bowed.

"May the goddess protect you." Truman only needed this one sentence to surpass all the aristocratic etiquette.

Moreover, sometimes, what he says really does have the effect of divine blessing.

Earl Hall thanked him solemnly, "Thank you for the Archbishop's blessing; that one word surpasses all the praise in the world."

"Bravo, goddess!" Truman drew a full moon on his chest.

Everyone else could only follow along and praise the goddess.

This is the archbishop who holds divine authority; whether noble or wealthy, everyone must treat him with utmost respect.

"Bishop Truman... all I saw him doing in Tingen was preaching about dreams, I never heard him praising the goddess..." Klein could only follow along with the gestures.

"Your Excellency, my recent investments overseas have yielded some profits, and I plan to donate £30,000 to the Church..."

Earl Hall's words startled Klein, who realized that this was how Bishop Truman got his money.

I don't know if it's just Klein's imagination, but I felt that Bishop Truman's smile was a tiny bit more genuine...

Truman and Earl Hall went aside to discuss more important matters, while Audrey Hall turned her attention to Klein and Leonard.

"That archbishop must be a high-sequence extraordinary being, yet I can't discern anything about him..."

Audrey was somewhat discouraged, and then turned her attention to the two young men behind the bishop.

"Hello, Miss Hall, you are the brightest and most dazzling jewel at this banquet." This was a compliment Klein received from other nobles.

"Is this gem a diamond?" Klein thought to himself, but outwardly greeted him with impeccable manners.

Leonard was a beat slower in offering his greetings.

"Hello, gentlemen." Audrey Hall observed the two unfamiliar men in front of her.

She had never seen them at other aristocratic banquets before.

"Is he a member of the church? Or an extraordinary one?"

"This facial expression looks so natural it's almost unnatural; it's definitely not showing genuine emotion..."

"The other one makes no attempt to hide his aversion to aristocratic banquets... He seems to look down on most nobles? He must be an extraordinary one, and one of higher ranks than me."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Audrey Hall headed towards the "restaurant," but her mind was still analyzing Klein's strange behavior.

"Is there any sequence that can hide one's facial expressions and body language? This is truly the bane of the 'audience'!"

"I'll consult Mr. 'The Hanged Man' and his team for the next Tarot reading!"

Klein watched Miss Audrey walk away, silently reminding himself, "Watch out for the audience." This "righteous" lady probably hadn't gotten any information from him, but...

Klein glanced at his poet classmate beside him. "Your emotions are being far too obvious."

"Is there a problem?" Leonard asked, puzzled.

"No." Klein shook his head.

Is he going to say that the person just now was an "audience member"? That would only make Leonard nervous.

"How about we go to the restaurant? Let's try some of their luxurious food."

This suggestion perfectly struck a chord with Klein, and the two gladly went.

After a lavish dinner, the two could no longer bear the aristocratic pleasantries and went out to the garden.

"Can we go now?" Klein and Leonard wanted to slip away after finishing their meal.

"Let's wait a bit..." Klein felt a little embarrassed, after all, he had gotten a free meal.

Ok……

Klein felt a chill run down his spine, as if a gaze was fixed on him, filled with intense and undisguised malice!

He suddenly looked up at the balcony on the second floor of the banquet hall.

"What's wrong?!" Leonard was instantly alert. He had been teaming up with Klein for a long time and was quite familiar with Klein's spiritual perception.

"Someone gave me a malicious look." Klein didn't see anyone suspicious on the balcony, so he could only recall the feeling and make his judgment.

"No... it wasn't malice directed at me," Klein frowned, "it was more like an instinctive malice that just happened to me for a moment."

Instinctive malice... that's something very unusual.

"This kind of banquet..." Leonard began to think, "shouldn't have such malice."

Those who are allowed to attend this banquet have all undergone rigorous screening; there should not be anyone with such strong malice present.

"Could something be wrong?" Klein and Leonard judged based on their experience as night watchmen.

"But there's nothing we can do to intervene, is there?"

"Where did Bishop Truman go?"

While Klein and Leonard were beginning to have doubts, the person who truly harbored malice had already left the ballroom and headed towards Duke Negan.

I love prey like this the most... This is a very well-dressed gentleman, a member of the nobility.

But whether this skin is actually real is debatable.

In the ballroom, Duke Negan chased after the steps of many noble ladies and young women, a feeling he thoroughly enjoyed, the ebb and flow of desire reminding him of his glorious past.

However, in the eyes of some people, this kind of fluctuating desire is the best weapon.

Bang!

The crystal chandelier hanging high in the center of the stage suddenly crashed to the ground, and screams rang out. Many nobles were injured by the flying shards and instinctively dodged, creating a chaotic scene.

At that moment, the assassin darted out and charged toward Duke Negan!

"die!"

This assassin ignited the desires within Duke Negan.

(End of this chapter)