Mystery: The Undead Don't Die from Linking the Fire

Chapter 121 The Night of the Great Purge in Backlund!

Although the bed was already cold when Klein was about to go back to sleep, he successfully warmed it up again by shivering.

As the blankets warmed up, he fell asleep without realizing it, until he was woken up again by his stomach's protests.

"I sigh deeply and wipe away my tears, lamenting the many hardships of the people's lives!"

Klein sighed and struggled for about ten minutes between sleeping and eating before finally giving up. He abruptly threw off the covers, got out of bed, and rushed to the bathroom next door.

After changing his clothes and washing up, he went downstairs, found the ingredients, and made a bowl of Fennebot noodles.

Carrying the Fennebot noodles, which were mixed with seasoning sauce and minced meat, Klein turned and walked towards the sofa area, intending to flip through the magazines he hadn't finished reading yet.

But when he got to the sofa, he found a note on the coffee table that had appeared out of nowhere, the handwriting delicate and restrained:

"Meet at the back door of the Brave Ones Bar at 10 PM tonight."

Clearly, Miss Sharon had come by while he was lazing in bed, and might even have peeked at him struggling under the covers. Klein's eye twitched, and he decided not to think about it too much. He silently ate his noodles while flipping through the newspaper.

However, before he could even take two bites, he heard the doorbell ring.

Klein put down the magazine and looked at Fennebot's face, which he hadn't even touched yet. His eyes twitched slightly; he had a feeling this wasn't going to be a good thing.

Klein got up and walked towards the door. Before he even grasped the handle, he already knew that Dr. Allen was outside.

"Good morning, Allen. The fog is gray today," he said with a smile.

Allen maintained his indifferent expression, but now showed more anxiety and fear.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and without bothering to greet him, went straight to the point:

"Sherlock, I'm dreaming about Wilonside again!"

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Green Cemetery, on the outskirts of the western district.

Fors, unusually dressed in formal attire, arrived at the cemetery carrying a bouquet of expensive, elegant flowers grown in a glass greenhouse.

She came here because her feelings were extremely complicated.

On one hand, it's because I know that my ability to become an extraordinary being is due to the extraordinary characteristics left behind by Mrs. Anlisa at the time of her death. On the other hand, it's also because of an accidental discovery this morning.

Standing before the black tombstone, Fors gazed intently at the photograph of Mrs. Anlisa for a few moments, then bent down to place the flowers and whispered:

"Thanks."

She immediately straightened up, closed her eyes, and quietly recalled her past. Just then, she heard a slightly aged voice:

"You are such a kind and compassionate lady."

Fors turned his head and saw Mr. Lawrence, whom he had met a few days ago.

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"Speaking of which..."

On a street near Green Park in the West End, Klein sat in Dr. Allen's carriage, clutching his protesting stomach and saying with some exasperation, "Why did you look for me instead of Ash?"

"I went to look for it."

Allen said sincerely, "But he's not home, and neither are Fors and her friends."

So I was just a backup option.

Klein muttered a complaint to himself, but he wouldn't actually show it.

Last night, Dr. Allen dreamed of Will Unsett again, but this time the scene in his dream was Green Cemetery. That's why Dr. Allen was in such a hurry to find him, wanting to know what was there.

However, this also proves that Will Unsett has not given up on Dr. Allen.

Soon, the carriage arrived at the outskirts of Green Cemetery.

As soon as Dr. Allen got out of the car, he eagerly pulled Klein toward the nearby woods.

Just before that, Klein caught a glimpse of a strikingly beautiful woman helping an elderly man leave Green Cemetery.

……

Inside a room beneath the Church of St. Samuel in the North District of Backlund.

Almost all the captains of the Extraordinary squads who still had the strength to fight were summoned from all over Backlund, along with a large number of elite Night Watchers wearing red gloves.

Even if you don't know what happened yet, you can guess that something big is about to happen.

Wearing a black hooded robe, with blue eyeshadow and blush, exuding an eerie and cold beauty, Daly entered the room and casually found a place to sit down.

Accompanying her were Dunn and Leonard, both wearing black trench coats and red gloves.

Ember saw them, and they saw Ember and Al Hassen.

Neither of them spoke, but they nodded to each other in acknowledgment.

"I suspect this operation is targeting the Aurora Club."

Al Hassen, standing to the side, analyzed the situation with a straight face.

How did you know?

Ember glanced at him and asked.

"Isn't that simple?"

Al Hassen pointed to the documents on the table, which showed open information about the Aurora Society.

Yu Jin shook his head and said, "But the documents don't just contain information about the Aurora Society. They also contain information about the Rose School, the Blood Worship Cult, and almost all the wanted secret organizations."

"But the aurora viewing is the main attraction."

Al Hassen remained steadfast in his judgment, stating without hesitation, "After all, they recently assassinated Ambassador Intis. Although I don't like that pervert either, I have to admit that the impact of this incident was quite severe. Even if the Kingdom of Rune is just going through the motions, they still need to clean up the Aurora Society."

Yu Jin shook his head, thinking it was possible, but unlikely.

Soon, the whole room fell silent.

A man with short, golden-brown hair walked into the house and looked around with his dark green eyes. He was Kreste Cecima, one of the nine senior deacons of the Church of the Night.

Ember had met him once in Tingen, when he was sent there to deal with the "Leak of the Acting Law" and the "Antigonus Family Notes".

Kresta Cecima sat in the main seat, tucking his chin and lips into his high collar, and spoke in a low voice:

"You're probably all curious about why we were suddenly summoned. I can tell you the answer now—"

This operation was spearheaded by the royal family and jointly organized with the three major churches, targeting the various clandestine organizations in Backlund!

Many present exchanged subtle glances. An individual church action against any secret organization wouldn't be surprising. But a joint operation by the three major churches and the royal family could only be described with one word:

Massive cleanup!

Although the information on various secret organizations recorded on the table had already given many people some clues, such a large-scale operation still truly surprised them.

"And what about wild extraordinary beings?"

One of the squad leaders raised his hand and asked a question.

"Wild extraordinary individuals are not within the scope of the capture."

Kresta Cecima glanced at him calmly and said slowly, "But the principle of tonight's operation is to arrest the wrong person rather than let one go. If any of your informants among the wild extraordinary individuals are unfortunately arrested, you can apply for bail afterward."

"But no one is allowed to leave the underground area before the operation officially begins, to prevent leaks!"

Krestai paused for a moment, then added, "This applies not only to us Night Watchers, but also to the Punishers, the Mechanical Heart, and MI9."

Many people looked at each other in bewilderment, but no one raised any objections.

Many of them do indeed have informants among wild extraordinary individuals, and these informants have provided them with a considerable amount of valuable intelligence. If there's a chance to save them, they will certainly try their best.

But given the current situation, all we can do is wish these informants good luck.

"Joint operation? How exactly does it work?"

"Ember suddenly asked."

The sudden question drew everyone's attention to Ember. Many of the butlers and captains who were unfamiliar with him were slightly surprised, as they seemed to have never seen Ember before.

There are only so many deacons and captains in Backlund, and Ember is clearly not one of them. And if he's the Red Glove, he's not wearing any red gloves!

"Act separately."

In response to Ember's question, Krestai replied seriously, "The Church of the Night is responsible for the North District and Hillston District, while the Queen District is jointly managed by us and MI9, and the West District is jointly managed by us and the Church of Storms."

"The Church of Storms is responsible for the Jowood and Backlund Bridge areas; while the Church of Steam is responsible for the Dock and St. George areas, and will also cooperate with the Church of Storms to be responsible for the South Bridge area."

"The remaining Eastern District will be jointly managed by the three major churches and MI9. We will each send a small team to the Eastern District to carry out the mission. In addition, the Red Gloves and the elite extraordinary individuals of the other two major churches will be deployed on a mobile basis to provide support to each district as needed."

The people around nodded silently, clearly not finding anything wrong with the distribution.

Although the three major churches of the Kingdom of Rune maintain a relatively harmonious relationship, they can instantly become hostile when matters of faith are involved. Therefore, the three churches usually avoid touching on each other's core issues. For example, the Night Watchers do not want extraordinary individuals from other churches to come to the North District or to St. Samuel's Church to "carry out missions."

This is not only a blasphemy against their faith, but also a questioning of the Night Watch's capabilities. After all, the North District is the Night Watch's headquarters; if even the headquarters has problems and needs help from other churches, where will their reputation be?

While clearly defining territories might reduce some efficiency, it also helps to avoid conflicts with other churches and makes responsibilities clearer. For example, if one party makes a mistake later, there won't be arguments about who should take responsibility.

Of these four forces, the royal family, which was leading the effort, actually bore the fewest responsibilities, and few people felt that anything was amiss. After all, MI9's strength has always been the weakest, so it was only natural that they were assigned fewer tasks.

Aside from the royal family, the Church of the Night bears the least burden. Although it seems the Church of the Night is responsible for the largest area, both the North Ward, where St. Samuel's Church is located, and the Queen's Ward, where the royal family resides, are the safest areas in the entire Backlund, bar none!

The only areas to worry about are Hillston and the West End, which rank among the top five in terms of safety. This means the Church of the Night can allocate significantly more personnel compared to other churches. However, this isn't necessarily a good thing, as these "extra" personnel will likely be sent to the East End to carry out the most dangerous missions.

In other words, in the end, only the royal family can truly free up their resources.

Yu Jin narrowed his eyes, as if he could smell a conspiracy.

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing that Ember looked furrowed in the air, Al Hassen lowered his voice and asked.

Without much hesitation, Yu Jin asked directly, "Captain, do you think this operation might be a ploy by the royal family?"

His voice was completely undisguised, and the room was filled with extraordinary individuals of Sequence 7 or higher, whose hearing was far superior to that of ordinary people, so they naturally heard his words clearly.

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El Hassen looked like he'd seen a ghost, his face contorted in a grimace. Why did he have to ask that question? And Ember, you're a hereditary noble of the Kingdom of Rune, after all! How could you say something so detrimental to unity?

The others also had varying expressions, many looking slightly strange and surprised. As night watchmen, they were undoubtedly believers in the goddess of the night, but at the same time, they were also people of Rune.

While it's not a matter of "loyalty to the monarch" or "sacrifice for the king," it's still inappropriate to publicly question whether the royal family has ulterior motives. After all, many of them have had a rather pleasant working relationship with MI9.

Just when everyone thought that Krestal would reprimand Ember, the high steward showed a thoughtful expression and gave an unexpected answer:

"What you said does make some sense, and we can't rule out that possibility."

Some people seemed to realize something, their expressions changing slightly as they quickly lowered their heads to conceal their shifting gazes. Others, while surprised, sensed something unusual.

When Ember said that, at most, his words were "detrimental to unity," and he could easily brush it off with a few words. But as a high-ranking deacon, Creste's words, in a sense, represented the attitude of the Church of the Night!

Is there a problem with the relationship between the Church of the Night and the royal family, or is there really a problem with the royal family?

Yu Jin seemed slightly surprised by Krestai's agreement, and after thinking for a moment, added, "I suggest we be more careful with tonight's operation, after all, it's better to be safe than sorry."

Al Hassen looked on incredulously, as if he'd seen a ghost.

Are you trying to teach Deacon Crestie how to do things? Are you out of your mind?!

"That's exactly what I wanted to add."

Krestai's expression froze for a moment, then he glanced around and said in a deep voice, "Tonight's operation must be all-out, capturing the extraordinary beings lurking throughout Backlund. But tonight's operation may very well involve a battle at the demigod level, so you must prioritize the safety of yourselves and your team!"

"clear."

Everyone felt a chill and immediately nodded in agreement.

The mortality rate of Night Watchers is already high, and those who can grow into Sequence 7 captains or even Sequence 6 deacons cannot be as naive as they were when they first joined the Night Watchers.

"Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

Krestai nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the crowd and asked.

Everyone else turned their gaze to Ember, since they all knew that the words were actually directed at him.

"I'm fine now."

"Ember said with a hint of helplessness."

"Okay, meeting adjourned."

Krestai immediately replied, "As long as you don't leave the underground, you can do whatever you want."

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"Hey, what's going on here?"

In an interrogation room at the police station, Klein, waiting to give his statement, looked up at the ceiling and sighed deeply.

He and Dr. Allen had just exhumed Will Onsett's body at Green Cemetery, and to avoid trouble, he immediately called the police. Although the police stated they believed he hadn't killed him, they still had to follow procedure and take a statement.

This might be a bit troublesome, but it was nothing new for Klein, who frequented police stations, not to mention he had a lawyer. But what bothered Klein wasn't the police, but Will Onsett.

"After all, I know that Will Uncrestin isn't really dead, he's just 'rebooted.' What we're seeing is just an abandoned body; the real him should be inside Dr. Allen's wife's belly right now."

"Well, it's also possible that this is just a smokescreen, and he's actually hiding inside someone else's stomach."

Although Klein felt that Will Onsetin wouldn't do anything to him, and the divination results indicated no danger, this would inevitably bring him back into the Night Watchers' sight.

Perhaps someone else will enter his dream next time, and it might be Dunn again. Although Klein could try to avoid this by using divination, he subconsciously ignored that option.

However, what concerned him even more was something else—

That was the lady I met at Green Cemetery.

"If I'm not mistaken, that should be Ms. 'The Magician.' Why would she go to the cemetery? And who is that old man? Is he her grandfather? Possibly, but not necessarily."

"Also, Sharon wants me to go to the Brave Ones Bar tonight. It feels like everything's piling up at once. Why can't we do things one at a time? And I don't even know how dangerous tonight's operation will be."

"Dr. Allen arrived just in time. I hadn't even finished my noodles, and I didn't have time to go up to the gray fog to do some divination."

Just then, a police officer pushed open the door and walked in, smiling, "I'm sorry, something came up and I kept you waiting."

"No, it's okay."

Klein waved his hand, then suddenly asked with some curiosity, "May I ask what caused the delay? If you can't tell me, just pretend I didn't ask."

The officer shrugged and casually said, "There's nothing I can't say. It's just a small matter. The department suddenly decided to change the shifts for the officers on night patrol tonight."

"Shift change? Tonight?!"

Klein's expression shifted slightly, and he immediately became alert.

He's going to work with Miss Sharon and the others tonight, what a coincidence!

……

West End, Carpenter Hotel.

Fors helped Lawrence into his room and helped him lie down on the bed.

Lawrence took a breath and laboriously pulled a palm-sized notebook from the inside pocket of his half-open clothes.

The notebook's cardboard cover was copper-green, giving it a very old feel.

Its surface bears an inscription in Old Fussac:

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

Lawrence placed the notebook on the blanket in front of his chest, took a breath, and said:

"Ms. Wall, if I die here, could you help me get it to Port Pritz?"

"Mr. Lawrence, you'll be alright."

Fors paused for a moment, then emphasized.

"I mean, if."

Lawrence forced a smile and said, "Ms. Wall, will you help?"

Fors remained silent for a long time, then suddenly whispered, "Mr. Lawrence, you shouldn't have asked me for help. You could have simply sent these things by a postman. I am an Extraordinary."

"I know, I know..."

Lawrence smiled, then suddenly gasped painfully, taking a long pause before continuing, "I know you inherited Anlisa's legacy, I know you are an extraordinary being. Yes, of course I know. The moment I saw your bracelet, I knew it all."

"You know a lot of information. It seems Anlisa must have told you quite a bit about the family, otherwise you wouldn't have refused, would you?"

"But that's alright. Your refusal just proves you're the most suitable candidate. Trust me, Ms. Wall, you won't regret it. The family may have declined, but its heritage remains."

"Deliver it to Dorian Gray of the Pritzker Fishermen's Association, and he will give you a fair reward."

Please don't refuse.

Before Fors could speak, Lawrence said with a wry smile, "Can you consider this the best request an old man on his deathbed can make? At least let me die in peace."

"it is good."

Fors remained silent for a long time, then said in a low voice, "I will deliver it."

"Thanks."

Lawrence smiled with satisfaction, then suddenly said, "Ms. Wall, could you please go downstairs and get me a bottle of hot water?"

Fors nodded silently, turned around, grabbed the thermos, and left the room. When she returned, Lawrence on the bed was already silent.

Beside him lay a 'diamond' the size of an eye. Sunlight streamed in from the window, refracting across the 'diamond' to create a scene as beautiful as starlight.

Last night was a full moon, and as a member of the Abraham family, Mr. Lawrence was clearly also burdened by the curse. However, with the Fool's protection and the help of the Embers, he was fearless against the threat of the curse.

But Mr. Lawrence is not so lucky; the curse that erupted last night has probably pushed him to his limit.

He wouldn't survive until the next full moon, or even until then. And in the meantime, he could easily lose control and transform into a monster. So, in his final moments, while his mind was still clear, he chose to end his own life.

He wanted to die as a human being, not as a monster. This was the final dignity of an extraordinary being, a bloodline holder of the Abraham family.

Fors silently picked up the diamond, put the notebook into her bosom, and walked out of the room again.

She will go to Port Pritz.

"The premise is that we need to discuss it with Ember first."

Fors thought to himself.

……

Inside a room covered with a thick, soft carpet.

The quill pen being held was writing continuously in the notebook, and on the open page below, there were lines of words and many scribbling marks:

"It's not surprising that Lawrence of the Abraham family survived another blood moon. As a member of the Abraham bloodline, he would surely have some special magical items that could help him."

"Unfortunately, he is too old. Fighting the Blood Moon alone has pushed him to his limit. Lawrence has a feeling that he probably won't live past this week."

"Lawrence plans to lay a bouquet of flowers at Roberto and Anlisa's graves tomorrow, and then immediately return to meet with the other members of the family elders to make his final arrangements."

"But the condition of the elderly can deteriorate very quickly. One second they may seem fine, but the next they could deteriorate at any moment."

Fors Wall suddenly remembered Mrs. Anlisa and the kindness she had shown in guiding her onto the path of the extraordinary. She decided to lay a flower at Anlisa's grave early in the morning. After all, people are always emotional, and their thoughts are always chaotic; no one knows what they will think of next, which is perfectly reasonable.

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"Fors Wall and Lawrence of the Abraham family meet in the cemetery. Lawrence sees Fors laying flowers for Anlisa and is struck by the fact that this woman still remembers Anlisa after all this time. At least she has a very good heart, which Lawrence acknowledges."

"Lawrence wanted to test the waters further, but his body wouldn't allow him to prepare any more. His suddenly deteriorating health made him realize that he didn't have much time left, and he was already vaguely aware of this."

"Lawrence asked Fors to take him back to the hotel so he could give Fors his last instructions."

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Fors was inclined to refuse, so she decided to reveal that she was an extraordinary being, hoping that Lawrence would give up because of his painful past. But what she didn't expect was that Lawrence already knew her identity and would trust her even more because of it.

"What bad intentions could an old man on his deathbed possibly have?" Faced with Lawrence's desperate pleas, Fors finally agreed to the request.

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"Lawrence is dead, he committed suicide. Although his body could have held on for a few more days, poor Lawrence misjudged that. His muddled mind prevented him from accurately assessing his physical condition, and in order not to become a monster, he chose to end his own life."

Fors became increasingly determined to go to Pulitzer, but she still had some worries. She was concerned that the Abraham family would reject her because of her past experiences, so she chose to seek help from Ash Black.

"Snapped!"

The pale hand holding the quill pen slowly removed it from the notebook, but kept it firmly in its palm, as if worried that a mere quill pen might do something detrimental to him.

Ince Zangwell leaned back on the bench, his face grim.

Since acquiring '0-08', Ince Zangwill has felt as if he can control everything! It's as if the life and death of all things in the world are in his hands!

This feeling made him incredibly arrogant, and he even thought at one point that he could rival the gods.

However, acquiring this power requires paying a small price—

That means you have to be on guard against the counterattack of '0-08' at all times, because this quill pen never stops thinking about killing its owner.

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The longer Ince Zangwell held the quill pen, the more powerless he felt. He was capable of mastering many things, but there were also many things he couldn't.

For example, back in Tingen, as a mere Sequence 5 gatekeeper, he had little influence over demigods. And now, even after being promoted to Sequence 4 demigods, he can only slightly manipulate the highest-ranking Sequence 3 demigods.

Furthermore, this kind of 'control' is very unstable and prone to accidents. Just like last time, he used almost all his strength to save Lanluus, but in the end, it still ended with Lanluus's death.

As for the "Hidden Servant" Ariana who appeared later, Ince Zangwill felt extremely powerless; he couldn't even have any effect on her!

At that moment, all he could do was pray that the other party would not find out.

However, the other party was, after all, a Sequence 2 angel, and it was perfectly normal that he, being a Sequence 4, couldn't influence her. Ince Zangwill felt somewhat humiliated, but it wasn't unacceptable.

But if you remove that Sequence 2 angel, he is still the master who controls everything in the whole of Backlund! Everyone's fate is under his control, without exception.

What Ince Zangwell found most unacceptable was the Night Watcher named Ash Black. He was clearly just a Sequence 7 Astrologer, and even just a week ago he was a Sequence 8 Trickster, yet he possessed a large number of magical items that even 0-08 couldn't see through. These magical items also caused him to break free from 0-08 time and time again, and escape his control.

It was the same in Tingen, and it was the same in Backlund! One "out-of-control" situation after another filled Ince Zangwell's heart with gloom; he could not accept the continued existence of such instability!

Just like when he was in Tingen, he prioritized killing Klein Moretti no matter what. As a 'god,' he wouldn't allow anyone to escape his control.

"Whoosh~"

Ince Zangwell used his other hand to lift a corner of the notebook, turning it to the first two pages.

"Audrey Hall invited Ash Black to the Russell Memorial Exhibition, and Ash Black naturally accepted, because no one could resist Backlund's most dazzling gem."

"After their trip to the Russell memorial exhibition, they returned to the Hall family's villa. He certainly didn't choose to leave, because he wanted to spend a little more time with Backlund's most dazzling gem."

He stayed for dinner and talked with Earl Hall about recent events, and several hours passed successfully. Finally, he decided to go home.

"Beria was in a very good mood today and chose to let his dog out to forage for food earlier than usual, instead of waiting until late at night."

"As the ritual progressed, the demon dog's intelligence dwindled. It even forgot its master's instructions to go to a more distant place to eat, instead choosing to search for its target in the area where Queens and Hillston meet. And this happens to be Ash Black's usual route home."

"Oh, poor Ash Black! He just happened to stumble upon a demon hound that was feeding. He was merely a Sequence 7 astrologer, of course no match for a Sequence 6 demon hound. He didn't even have time to react!"

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"He didn't even have time to react before the demon dog was killed by the scarlet wild dogs."

Upon seeing this, Ince Zangwell's expression darkened once again.

He tried to kill Ash Black, and on the very night Ash Black returned to Backlund, he arranged for him to "encounter" the Sequence 6 demon hound.

For Ince Zangwell, nothing was easier to control than a demonic hound that lacked much reason and instinctively craved flesh and blood.

To avoid any accidents, he even directly demonized the demon dog—

Although this might disrupt its ascension ceremony, why would the mindless demon hound care? All it wanted was to tear apart the human who saw it eating.

But he failed.

Once again!

The dog that killed Lanluus reappeared, and just as it had ripped Lanluus's throat, it killed the demon hound once more—a Sequence 6 demon hound! Damn it, where did this wild dog come from?!

Ghosts and curses, could it be the Rose School?

Ince Zangwell was filled with frustration and confusion, but he dared not probe any further. For him, rather than continuing to target Ash Black and watching him sabotage his plans time and again, it was better to find a way to get him out of Backlund!

Just like the past month or so, days without Ash Black are the best days!

Therefore, he chose to change his approach.

Ash Black did not collect the remaining extraordinary properties, because that would require waiting for the extraordinary properties to be released. In order not to be discovered by the extraordinary individuals on patrol, he left the scene without even cleaning up the spirits there.

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"Neither the Church of Storms nor MI9 were able to arrive at the scene in time. They were a step too late. The Night Watchers were the first to discover the body and preserve it."

"But that doesn't stop MI9 from conducting a joint investigation and channeling the spirit of the demon hound."

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"The demon hound's soul suddenly disappeared for some unknown reason, and they can only communicate with spirits based on the remaining spirits at the scene."

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"These spirits didn't see Ash Black; they only saw the scarlet wild dog."

Continuing down the notes, there's a deep dot in the middle where the pen tip lingered for a long time, as if the pen's owner had been lost in thought for quite some time.

It's as if they've made a firm decision: since they can't resist, they'll choose to open up.

Continue to look down:

"Hibbert Hall saw his sister Audrey become a Beyonder. Although he was still worried about the uncontrollable nature of becoming a Beyonder, he couldn't help but begin to envy his sister."

"To this end, he cautiously probed into revealing his secret desire to become an extraordinary being. Audrey Hall, of course, chose to help her brother, and at the same time, she thought of her friend, Viscount Grelint, and used this to invite Ash Black's help."

"In order to capture Backlund's most dazzling gem, Ash Black naturally agreed. This task would undoubtedly take him a considerable amount of time, as Grelint had decided to train an extraordinary guard for himself and was constantly seeking extraordinary materials for this purpose."

"To ensure that her brother Hilbert Hall would not lose control, Audrey began to frequently seek Ash Black's help. After Hilbert had collected the extraordinary materials, she personally prepared potions for him and only allowed Hilbert to take them in Ash Black's presence."

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"Hibbert successfully became an extraordinary being on the path of the diviner, but his servant was not so lucky, and unfortunately lost control after taking the Apothecary's Potion."

"In order to deal with the out-of-control pharmacist and prevent the authorities from tracing it back to the Hall family, Ash Black used his connections in the Church of the Night to cover it up."

"..."

Finally, the night of the full moon arrived. Fors was fortunate enough to be unaffected, but Lawrence of the Abraham family was not so lucky.

Seeing this, Ince Zangwell felt better.

Having successfully wasted several days of Ash Black's time, all that's needed now is to use Lawrence and Fors, two useful tools, to make him leave Backlund completely. Unfortunately, 'coincidence' isn't so easy to create, and it wasn't until yesterday's full moon that he finally seized the opportunity.

Ince Zangwell's lips curled into a slight smile, as if he could already see the ending he wanted.

However, when he touched the writing at the bottom of the paper, his expression darkened again.

Because the scribbled handwriting ends here, the handwriting below appears exceptionally neat, as if it were typed.

"Oh, poor Ince Zangwell, he thinks he's a god, that he can control everything. Aha, how laughable! Does he really think it's all just because of his arrogance?"

"Oh, okay, okay, I admit it was indeed because of his arrogance. But how could he have imagined that he, who tried to control everything, was actually being controlled by someone else?"

"He'll see this, but he certainly won't believe it; after all, he won't trust a pen, will he?"

"Oh, poor Ince Zangwell, he won't even believe a harmless quill pen!"

Ince Zangwell looked at the contents of that page, his eyes turning cold.

He knew, of course, that this was all part of '0-08's' conspiracy, and that they wouldn't write meaningless words on paper. And indeed, that was the case; whether he believed it or not, he had already been affected by those words.

He knew the true nature of the sealed artifacts; they were no different from those magical items. These things were simply made from the extraordinary characteristics left behind by extraordinary individuals, and their abilities were related to the extraordinary individuals' own abilities.

The "0-08" likely originated from an angel through some means. However, that angel must have already passed away, otherwise His extraordinary characteristics would not have been used to create this sealing artifact.

Therefore, he is the only person who currently possesses this ability!

He alone can control the fate of others, but no one can control him!

Just then, a gentle breeze blew, lifting the thick notebook on the table, turning its pages, and exposing more words and scribbles to the air.

Finally, the page froze on one of the pages.

"Poor Ince Zangwill, he's completely oblivious to how arrogant he's becoming. He thinks it's because of his ascension to demigod status, but is it really that simple?"

"It's really pathetic. He used to be so cautious, but now he's ignoring some obvious things because of his arrogance."

"Oh, poor Ince Zangwell, when will he ever realize that he's just a useful tool in someone else's hands?"

"Bang!"

Ince Zangwell swept everything on the table, including the notebook, onto the floor. He gripped the '0-08' tightly in his hand, his expression contorted with rage.

(End of this chapter)