Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 305 New Mission

"How could this happen..." Klein was still somewhat dazed after the tarot session ended.

He had considered many possibilities, but this incident of sacrificing an evil god ended in the most unbelievable way.

"Why? Is it the Dream Cult?" Klein's spirituality provided the answer.

Once the Dream Cult gets moving, there really is nothing in this world that can stop them.

This sect, which is not even a church, controls one of the most important powers in the world—money, or wealth.

This one power alone was enough to force those nobles to back down. Whether it was a 10% reduction or a 99% reduction, the noble lords could tell the difference.

"That's great!" Klein laughed, then was pleasantly surprised to learn in the next day's newspaper that the royal family had officially published the news of preparing legislation to protect the people's right to survival, and everything was now completely settled.

The fog over Backlund was also swept away.

Under the leadership of the Dream Cult, the East District has already taken the lead in enacting legislation to reform the East District.

This includes, but is not limited to, upgrading highly polluting factories, reducing emissions of waste gas and wastewater, raising the minimum wage for workers, and establishing labor arbitration institutions…

"What the hell? Why does this feel so familiar?" Klein's face was full of question marks when he saw the newspaper.

"Could it be that some high-ranking member of the church is from the same hometown? Even higher than Beckett? Or perhaps someone from the same hometown transmigrated into the body of a member of the royal family?"

Regardless, the result was good, and the expectations were also met.

Knock knock... A knock sounded at the door, but the person outside wasn't very willing to wait and pushed the door open and came in.

Truman glanced around, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Oh, you seem quite relaxed."

Klein sat in an armchair with a cup of black tea in one hand and a newspaper in the other.

Leonard lay back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes as if dozing off, while Maric hid in the darkest corner, withdrawing into himself.

Sharon, in the form of a vengeful spirit, hid in the cleanest and brightest mirror, sitting upright in a high-backed chair, resting her chin on her hand and looking at everyone.

"Bishop Truman?!" Klein was a little flustered and almost spilled the black tea in his cup.

But the "Joker" gave him excellent balance, and he quickly regained his footing and placed the two items in his hands on the table.

He was slightly panicked, as if he'd been caught slacking off at work by his boss.

"Huh?" Leonard opened his eyes groggily and, just like Klein, quickly sat up straight.

"New work has arrived, so you won't be able to relax any longer." Truman sat down behind the detective's desk, looking at the people in the detective agency.

Klein and the others also became serious.

Their recent leisurely lifestyle is actually due to the fact that the Blood Cult and the Witch Cult, having caused such a disaster in Backlund, naturally dared not stay here and moved almost all of their members out.

Searching for the Blood Worship Cult and the Witch Cult was originally their detective agency's job, but now they have nothing to do.

So they are also waiting for a new mission to come.

"You don't think the Blood Worship Cult will leave without any follow-up after making such a big fuss, do you?" Truman chuckled.

"From today onwards, all countries and churches worldwide will make the Blood Worship Cult their primary target, and the Witch Cult their second."

Truman said something that shocked the other four people.

"We must eradicate this evil sect completely and make it disappear from history."

"Is this really possible?"

In Klein's memory, there was nothing like this before: to completely eradicate an organization that believed in an evil god. The price that would have to be paid might have exceeded the capacity of any church to bear it.

After all, there is competition between churches, and a mature church would not take a huge risk to fight to the death with an evil sect.

It is impossible to succeed if the church is not united.

"If I say it's okay, then it's okay."

Fabuti can no longer escape from that abyss. If he doesn't completely eradicate the Blood Worship Cult now, is he waiting for the "Mother Tree of Desire" to take over?

"This was initiated by the Dream Cult," Truman explained. "And then, the Dream Cult paid for everything."

"The extraordinary characteristics of hunting down a 'criminal' can earn a 50% premium from the Dream Cult."

At this point, everyone was speechless.

Isn't this dream sect a bit too wealthy? There's no god of wealth in the name of "Supreme Dream"!

"So, do you know what your next task is?"

Klein and the others nodded solemnly.

"Of course, you won't find any Blood Worshippers in Backlund; you'll need to go out to sea."

"Going out to sea?!" The others were all shocked.

"Now the Blood Worship Cult and the Rose School have joined forces and have begun to move south. We need to do our best to destroy the Blood Worship Cult before they merge into one."

Upon hearing the phrase "Rose School," Sharon and Maritch could no longer contain themselves and broke free from their composure.

"Is this the right time?" Miss Sharon asked.

When they first arrived in Backlund and met Truman, he told them that the time was not yet right.

It seems so now.

"You may begin your revenge." Truman did not give a direct answer, but Klein guessed that the Blood Cult was still the top priority.

"Yes!" Sharon and Marich both bowed their heads in response.

"So, do you have any questions?"

The group shook their heads, somewhat surprised by the task, but also finding it quite reasonable.

"By the way, if you're going overseas, you'd better prepare a messenger, otherwise it will be difficult for me to communicate with you," Truman said meaningfully.

Klein nodded silently. He knew the most about messengers, and perhaps he could consult Mr. Azik.

"Alright, that's all." Truman clapped his hands, stood up, and looked at Klein. "Oh, by the way, you've become a true Dream Chosen One now, so pay more attention to the things around you."

"...Yes." Klein blinked, probably because it was related to his previous prayers and moving of the dream statue.

He was originally an extraordinary being of the "Dream" path, and now he has truly made his mark in the "Supreme Dream," so it is reasonable for him to become a follower.

"Contact me if you need anything," Truman said before disappearing from the detective agency.

"You... a chosen one?!" To everyone's surprise, Leonard, Marich, and Sharon all looked at Klein in astonishment.

"I was one all along, wasn't I?" Klein pointed to himself.

The "Dream" path itself can be regarded as a path favored by the gods.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the prestige of those favored by the Dream Cult has significantly decreased.

Hmm? That makes a lot of sense...

Leonard's lips twitched. "Am I relegated to a supporting role?!"

One more chapter, it'll be this afternoon.

(End of this chapter)