Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 422 I Investigate Myself

Black ripples spread out from the magic mirror, and Triss, exuding a chilling aura, appeared in it.

"You're very good, daring to betray me!" Triss's gaze was as volatile as a blizzard, making Klein almost think he had misjudged her.

"It's just to distance ourselves from it," Klein said, unconcerned.

That's how tough she is even when Triss isn't around.

"You must grant me one more request, or else... Hmph!" Triss's chilling aura seemed to emanate through the magic mirror.

"...Okay." Klein nodded slightly, agreeing on behalf of MI9.

"My first request is to find someone for me," Triss said with a tenderness that sent shivers down Klein's spine.

Klein barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and asked, "Who?"

"Klein Moretti, also known as Sherlock Moriarty! He is a 'Faceless Man,' originally a Night Watcher of the Church of the Night, and may also have connections to the Cult of Dreams..."

Triss's words made Klein's body stiffen.

Damn it! His disguise has been exposed! Klein felt it was absurd that his disguise had been exposed for the first time by Triss!

He knew that he would be recognized by his fellow villagers when he used the name Sherlock, but he did not expect that his fellow villagers would not make any move, but Triss would expose his identity.

"Fortunately, the internal documents of the Church of the Night won't be leaked..." Klein remembered that he had used his name in the reports about the Church of the Night.

"I'll have Leonard tell Anthony to cover up my name later..."

Klein immediately thought of many things, and he knew he absolutely couldn't let Triss find out about him, or things would get complicated.

"...Help me find this person, that's my first request!" Triss didn't know what Klein was thinking, she just stated her request.

"This..." Klein took a deep breath and said, "It's related to two churches, and it involves the 'Faceless Man.' You should know very well how difficult this investigation will be; it involves the secrets of two churches."

Triss nodded in surprise. "I've mobilized the entire Witch Cult to help me find it."

Hiss! Klein almost gasped. To mobilize the entire Witch Cult? What was Triss's current identity? This was too outrageous…

"But I've only found two of his identities. The others require help from Rune. He lives in Rune, so he'll leave traces."

"..." Triss's words left Klein speechless.

"Alright, I will give the order and use the official power of Rune, but you'd better not have any expectations," Klein replied coldly.

It will probably never be found...

Triss looked rather grim, but didn't say anything more.

"There's one more. Find him, I'm going to kill him!"

Klein's eyes lit up. As long as it's not related to him, I'll definitely help you find him!

Ripples appeared on the magic mirror, revealing a figure that Klein recognized very well.

A familiar figure, dressed in a white divine robe, with a gentle smile on his lips, holding a dreamlike holy book.

Klein: ...

"John Constantine?!" Klein felt himself in a bizarre situation.

"I know you attacked him with Herwin Lambis, and now your Augustus family must also want to kill him. I'll kill him for you free of charge!"

Triss reappeared on the Magic Mirror, her eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"..." Klein remained silent. This was truly a disaster!

"Did he offend you?" Klein probed. "You should know very well who he is, so I need to ascertain your attitude towards him."

"He lied to me and sent me to the Southern Continent!" Triss gritted her teeth.

"Not enough!" Klein said coldly. "This little grudge isn't enough for me to drag you into this."

"The hunt for the Archbishop of the Dream Cult must be carried out flawlessly!"

"..." Triss looked at Klein with hatred, and after a long time, she finally said, "I've been captured by the Witch Cult."

Good thing! But you...

"..." It was obvious that Triss had lost interest in continuing the conversation.

"I'll be careful." Klein immediately severed the connection with the magic mirror.

"Triss has been captured by the Witch Cult..."

"Something big must have happened here, otherwise Triss wouldn't have such power in the Witch Cult..."

"Perhaps it's related to the 'Primordial Witch'!" Klein's imagination ran wild, and he made some guesses.

The "Primordial Witch," who once displayed the power of a true god and was worshipped by the Witch Cult for thousands of years, could certainly do such a thing.

Moreover, the sapphire ring Triss wore was too strange.

"No!" Klein suddenly panicked. "Why is my situation getting more and more dangerous? I really didn't do anything!"

For a moment, Klein felt somewhat aggrieved.

"Why am I encountering such a strange problem?" Klein couldn't figure it out, so he put away the magic mirror and went to the Royal Palace of Loen to meet King George III.

On the surface, he was there to report on the assassination of Duke Negan.

"You did very well this time," King George III said with great satisfaction.

"The Witch Cult seems to be getting a little out of control," Klein said deliberately.

"They..." King George III hesitated slightly, "...we don't need to worry about them, it's just a transaction."

"Yes!" Klein bowed his head.

Tap tap… George III tapped lightly on the table, his eyes darting around, while Klein couldn’t help but feel a little nervous; before him stood an angel.

Of course, one very important reason is that when George III banged on the table, a certain area covered the entire palace.

That was the realm of the "Balancer," and everything Klein was doing was under the angel's surveillance; no small movement could escape His eyes.

"You may need to do some more things next." George III's gaze fell on Klein.

"It's my honor!" Klein suddenly became a little excited. This wasn't all an act. After all, only by entering the core layer could Klein be qualified to access the ultimate secret and complete the mission of the "Hidden Angel".

"Secretly investigate the Storm Church's properties throughout the country, collect..." King George III's voice made Klein's body stiffen, and this was no exaggeration.

"The Church of Storms?!" Klein's voice was somewhat bewildered; he hadn't expected this turn of events.

"Yes," King George III's voice was as cold and high as a god's as he stared at Chunas Korg. "What? Is there a problem?"

This is seriously problematic! The Church of Storms is a noble faith established by your Augustus family!

"No problem!" Klein displayed unwavering loyalty, showing a willingness to die for his country.

(End of this chapter)