Mystery: I, the Hermit, am too eager to improve

Chapter 183 The Mirror of Death, Arodes

The moonlight was cool and clear at night.

In Queens, Audrey and Earl Hall sat facing each other in a carriage.

"Father, I noticed a very tall gentleman coming down from the second floor today. Who is he? I don't think I've seen him in Backlund before."

"His name is Egg White, a member of the Church of Knowledge, from Remnburg, so it's normal that you don't know him."

Earl Hall smiled slightly and said.

Believers in the Church of Knowledge?

Audrey was amazed.

"The Church of Knowledge, if you hadn't told me, I would have thought he was a follower of the Church of War. Those Fusaks are always so tall."

"Haha, he is indeed a Fusak, but he admires knowledge, so he joined the Church of Knowledge and has been studying farming in recent years."

Earl Hall gave a brief introduction, without mentioning anything related to the extraordinary.

Although his daughter may have already mastered extraordinary abilities, as a father, he still wanted to pretend he didn't know.

Earl Hall's gaze softened.

A flicker of curiosity crossed Audrey's eyes: "Is he a friend of Duke Negan?"

"We're not exactly friends, but he's a very thoughtful and capable young man who might be able to help us in some ways."

Earl Hall answered.

"Could you tell me what aspect it is?"

Audrey was curious.

after all--

My father belonged to the New Party in a sense, but he was close to the Duke of Negan only because of his noble status.

What kind of deals are related to them?

"It's related to food and land, but I can't tell you the specifics. However, if it really succeeds, it should be able to make up for a lot of the losses."

Earl Hall laughed.

Although food is certainly cheaper in Fenneport, they don't need to ship it from overseas.

As long as a certain output can be achieved, the price after losses will not be much different from that of Fenerbah grain merchants.

Even if there is a gap...

At least being self-sufficient and ensuring an income is possible.

of course.

The premise is that this Mr. Iger does indeed possess core technologies and has the ability to scale them up.

……

Inside a house in Hillston.

"Mr. Sherlock, have you been attacked again by the Apostles of Desire?"

"Yes."

Klein nodded. He and Isengard both had relatively serious injuries, but thinking about it—

These were injuries sustained by two Sequence 7s facing an attack from a Sequence 5; such injuries are nothing to worry about.

This even surprised Soster.

Both of these Sequence 7s are incredibly powerful!

Soster's gaze swept over the two men before settling on a mark at the scene.

These are traces left by the other party.

He walked over and looked at his companion. After a moment, his companion gently shook his head.

"The other party may have an accomplice who is unable to divine his existence."

"Where are the people from the Steam Church?"

Soster asked in a low voice, "The operation against the Apostles of Desire was a joint effort between both sides. Didn't they come?"

Before his companion could answer, a figure hurriedly walked in from outside—it was Leonard.

Klein stood sideways to avoid direct eye contact with Leonard.

Leonard strode in.

"Captain, Deacon Ikonser has arrived."

"Please let him in."

Soster said quickly.

A moment later, a man with an afro walked in quickly, carrying a box in his hand.

After Iconsel walked in, he quickly looked at Klein.

"Sherlock, it's you again?"

"Mr. Iconsel".

Klein's smile was forced. To be honest, at that moment he would rather Iconsel didn't remember him than call him by name.

But he couldn't show any unusual behavior.

otherwise--

The secrets surrounding Leonard might reveal his true nature.

Klein regretted it.

He should have realized earlier that this area was under the jurisdiction of the Church of the Night, and that Leonard and Daly would have had a chance to appear.

We shouldn't have come here!

"You were attacked by that guy again?"

"Yes, he wanted to kill us, but Detective Isengard believed that we were not his target."

Klein said.

He needs to shift everyone's attention to Isengard so that people will pay less attention to him.

His decision proved to be very successful.

Everyone immediately looked at Isengard.

Isengard froze, then nodded: "Yes, I don't think he or they are targeting us."

Why?

Leonard asked first.

Soster didn't mind his overstepping of authority; at times like this, details didn't matter.

He was also curious as to why Isengard would come to that conclusion.

Eisinger said, "We're not worth that much. Most importantly, how could a cold-blooded person take their anger out on us detectives because of a pet's death?"

A cold-blooded person.

This is the name of one of the sequences in the criminal pathway.

Having experienced it, the extraordinary will be influenced and become cold-blooded and ruthless, devoid of human emotions and feelings.

Most people know at least a little about Isengard's identity.

A member of the Church of Knowledge, and not just any ordinary one at that.

Soster and Ikonser exchanged a glance.

Immediately, Ikonser took out the box and said, "I've brought a sealed artifact; perhaps we can inquire about it."

This is a magic mirror.

Within the Church of Steam and Mechanics, this silver mirror is designated "2-111".

"It's only a Level 2 sealed artifact?" Soster asked, slightly surprised.

Iconsel nodded:

"Yes, its harmfulness is not high."

Towards the end, his tone suddenly became somewhat resentful.

"So, in other words, it meets the standards of a 'Level 1' sealed artifact in all other aspects?" Soster asked thoughtfully.

Ikonser gave him a wary look:

"Only in certain aspects."

As he spoke, he reached for the magic mirror.

"Your Excellency Arrodes, my question is, where is Patrick Jason Beria currently located?"

The surrounding light suddenly distorted, like lights after rain, and a scene quickly appeared in the silver mirror.

It was by the water, where the dim kerosene streetlights illuminated the surroundings, making the water surface shimmer.

Jason Beria, with his hair neatly combed back, pressed down on his baseball cap, turned up his coat collar, and hurriedly and discreetly handed over a boat ticket.

"Did he go to the dock area?"

A member of the Mechanical Heart suddenly realized.

Soster frowned slightly.

This is way too easy!

Their dream divination had no effect whatsoever; in fact, they encountered a very sophisticated counter-divination.

"No wonder the 'Singer of God' seemed to be heading towards the dock area just now."

Ikonser paid no attention to any of that; all his attention was focused on the surface of the silver mirror, his whole body tense.

This time, the only option is to answer the question; wrong answers or lies will result in terrible punishment...

Soon, the mirror surface outlined words as red as blood:

"If the man you like was covered in bumps, or his skin peeled away to reveal only flesh, or he became a monster but could still communicate, would you still like him?"

What an embarrassing question...

Wait, a man?!

Klein almost turned his head to look at Ikonser, but quickly remembered that Leonard was also there, and immediately stopped himself from turning his head.

but.

The next second, he began to worry again—

Would it seem too deliberate if I didn't turn my head?

after all.

This is absolutely outrageous!

Iconsel slowly exhaled and said:

"Yes, but I will kill him with my own hands."

"Very honest."

New word combinations appeared on the surface of the silver mirror as an answer.

This is practically a public execution!

Klein tightly controlled his expression.

Mr. Iconsel, why don't you use this item secretly?

Klein's expression faltered, but someone quickly asked the question for him.

"Butler, uh, why are you...?"

Leonard hesitated, not finishing his question, but everyone understood what he wanted to say.

however.

Soster had already figured it out—

The two members of Mechanical Heart who accompanied them showed no emotion, which showed that they were used to it.

"Could this be one of the negative effects?"

"Um."

Ikonser nodded heavily, then looked at them. "Yes, I have to use it in front of everyone, otherwise it won't respond."

Isengard frowned.

Klein subtly stepped back to his side, exchanged a glance with him, and Isengard understood immediately.

He coughed lightly and said, "Isn't this going too smoothly?"

"But that's how it turned out."

"You mean, change the vocabulary? Indeed, Deacon Ikonser, in divination, sometimes it is necessary to constantly change some descriptive words in order to achieve accurate divination."

Leonard spoke up.

Ikonser's expression was slightly grim, and his lips trembled slightly, which meant that he had to try using various words.

He remained silent for a few seconds, then finally reached out to the magic mirror.

Now that things have come to this, I have nothing to be afraid of anymore!

Iconsel thought to himself.

"Your Excellency Arrodes, my question is, where are the 'Apostles of Desire' who just attacked Isengard Stanton and Sherlock Moritia?"

The light inside the room suddenly dimmed.

Then, light flowed across the surface of the silver mirror, and an image appeared—

A figure stood in the woods, and from his perspective, it was a lavishly decorated villa.

Several figures could be vaguely seen inside the villa.

There appeared to be two people standing and talking at the entrance.

Klein recognized it at a glance—

The tall figure at the door was the same small giant he had seen when he was in Gray Mist Laroi.

In other words.

Is this the Duke of Negan's house?

"His target is the Duke of Negan."

Leonard said.

Soster let out a sigh of relief.

"How cunning! He misled us with murder and another identity, making us believe he was leaving when he was actually still in Backlund, and..."

"He also used another identity to lure away the 'Singer of God,' creating the conditions for him to assassinate Duke Negan."

This is a very cunning "Apostle of Desire," who takes many things into consideration.

perhaps.

Now, the other side has already begun to take action.

"Take immediate action!"

Soster shouted.

Iconsel's focus remained not on the events they were discussing, but rather on the content displayed on the screen.

What color underwear does the person you like like to wear?

Iconsel's mind went completely blank.

After a few seconds, he said bitterly, "I choose punishment."

……

The night was dark and the moonlight was deep.

On the second floor, Duke Negan smiled slightly, with a beautiful and elegantly dressed young woman sitting in front of him.

"Mrs. Theresa, I didn't expect you to stay today."

"Was what you promised really true?"

The beautiful young woman's eyes were filled with sorrow, yet also held a glimmer of hope.

The beautiful woman was the wife of a nobleman from Backlund.

The nobleman died a while ago.

Duke Negan smiled and said, "Of course, I will protect your family's lands, and now there just happens to be an opportunity..."

He was talking about recent collaborations.

The lady's face gradually broke into a smile, and her expression became sincere as she slowly moved closer to him.

"Duke Nigan, I will do my best to repay you."

……

"Mr. Moroz, thank you for the introduction."

"It's nothing, everyone got what they needed, and it just so happens that you brought up a topic we were interested in."

Moroz smiled and said, "I hope there will be more opportunities for cooperation in the future."

"Me too."

Roy nodded with a smile.

Moroz looked outside: "Let's go, get in the car."

Adhering to the principle of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, Roy helped Moroz get into the car first, and was just about to step on—

"what!"

A scream came from upstairs.

The next moment, the moonlight was covered by a layer of darkness, and a dark shadow could be vaguely seen when looking up.

"Oh no, Duke Negan!"

Moroz's face turned pale instantly, and he rushed through the door and into the house.

but.

Roy was even faster; he silently shredded a feather inside his sleeve and then flew up to the second floor.

The next moment, on the second floor, a dark figure unfolded its enormous wings, revealing the body of a demon.

Jason Beria.

The entire manor was shrouded in a force that isolated it from the outside world, preventing Jason from escaping.

His gaze was fixed on the Duke's secretary who rushed into the room.

"die!"

The foul language echoed in the attic. The secretary groaned and took two steps back.

Jason then smiled slightly.

The young woman's face contorted in agony as she suddenly drew a dagger and stabbed Duke Negan, who lay beside her—

Hatred was controlling her!

Duke Negan's pupils contracted as he struggled to retreat, but he had been attacked by Jason first, and his survival was only due to his Sequence 6 physical attributes.

Want to think more...

It's almost impossible.

Fortunately, at that moment, a gust of wind blew by, almost knocking the woman off her feet.

The favored one has arrived.

Simultaneously.

A flame erupted behind Jason Beria, quickly engulfing his entire body.

Jason was startled and quickly dodged the fire magic.

He turned around.

A tall figure was floating behind him.

The other party hadn't shown any malice, so he hadn't received any advance warning.

Who is this guy?

We can't delay any longer.