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In the North District of Backlund, in a room under St. Samuel's Church. Dai Li, wearing a black hooded robe, blue eye shadow and blush, showing a kind of enchanting and cold beauty, found a seat at random.

She sat down and picked up the documents on the table. She glanced at it, her eyes suddenly froze, and then she frowned and asked in a suppressed voice:

"Lanervus? Why don't I know about this?"

"Why wasn't I informed of last night's operation?"

Sitting in the main seat and hiding her chin and lips in the vertical collar again, Crestel Sesima said in a low voice:

"I was worried that you couldn't control your emotions, which would bring unnecessary risks to your actions, so I didn't let anyone tell you."

"I understand your feelings very well. There is a Nighthawk in the Tingen team who is receiving guidance and training in the temple, preparing to join the 'Red Gloves'. His performance is similar to yours, but as the person in charge of the operation, as the senior deacon of the Nighthawks

, I have to keep the unstable factors out of the equation.”

Dai Li looked at the other captains and deacons of the Nighthawks who had been summoned, and said with a chuckle: "Why do you think I can't control my emotions? I'm very calm, I won't be impulsive!"

"My anger will only explode after Lanerwus is caught! This is the professionalism of a senior Nighthawk, a deacon!"

"If I catch Lan Erwus, I will let him understand that men are also fragile! I will let him have a cold, rotten but stiff body behind his butt, and I will let him have a body full of barbs in the front.

And the stinky white bones, I will let those cold little guys enter and exit every accessible place on his body!"

"Damn it! You just let him die like this!"

Crestel Sesima looked at Dai Li calmly, listened to her words silently, and then sighed: "How long have you been patient?"

Dai Li was stunned for a moment, then suddenly whispered in frustration like a deflated rubber ball:

"For a long time……"

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"Teacher, I have something to report to you when I come back this time." Richard spoke without hesitation. Seeing the owl turn his head back, he reluctantly opened one eye and looked at him. He quickly continued, "It's about the Rose School in the Southern Continent.

things, and me, no, the property under your command."

The owl was silent, or it would be more frightening if the bird suddenly started talking. Alia was extremely nervous, and her knowledge of the "extraordinary world" was limited to some rumors. She was highly expected by everyone in the workhouse and learned to read.

She can learn and write, and even successfully enter university. She will have the opportunity to transcend her own class, from an orphan in the slums to a female teacher, a housekeeper, a believer in the goddess of the night, and even become a government employee in a specific profession in the future.

Therefore, everyone hopes that she can have a normal and good life, and does not give her the opportunity to join the organization behind the workhouse, the mysterious sect whose name she does not even know.

But she has always had this desire in her heart, to gain real power and protect more people like the dean's wife.

Richard was slightly touched by inspiration, and the owl was finally willing to look at him for a few seconds, then flapped its wings and quietly escaped into the darkness.

The Temperance Angel breathed a sigh of relief: "He agreed." Richard turned his head and a smile appeared on his face again, "Aliya, let's go to the Jowood District. Did you see it? It's the tall Church of the Storm.

We have a place to go to the city where the spire is located tonight. If you are determined to become a housekeeper in the future, you can start to get familiar with the houses of nobles from now on."

"...How do you come to terms with an owl?"

"If he doesn't want to pay attention to me, he will throw me out directly." Richard explained casually, and then walked with Aliya under the dim gas street lamp. They quickly passed through the streets and finally stopped at Li

Check out the very familiar house in front of a single-family villa with a small garden.

As they approached, the wrought iron door opened automatically and silently. Alia was startled and hid a little behind Richard.

Richard walked in front and walked up the steps calmly. Before he could knock on the door, the black door opened a crack, and a warm yellow light came out from inside. This light seemed to have some magic power, and I was a little scared at first.

Liya quietly became relaxed, no longer as vigilant as before, and even a little eager to go in and visit this kind gentleman——

Her shoulders were shaken, and Alia suddenly woke up and saw Mr. Ernst's face was serious. Then she saw that she had walked in front of him without knowing it, and her hand was already on the door handle.

She was belatedly frightened.

Richard led her into the house naturally. Alia stood very cautiously in the wide entrance hall - this place was already bigger than the classroom in the workhouse. When she first entered the door, she didn't realize that the crystal in the hall was

When the chandelier was turned on, her eyes were almost blinded.

Hand-woven, sparkling tapestries hung with precious stones, gold-plated or silver-plated wallpapers, gold and silver threads, crystals, gem inlays and mosaics everywhere, countless gorgeous items that cannot be named... Ah

Liya was frightened, feeling that she was in such a terrible place that she didn't even know if she could afford a chair here after selling herself to a trafficker.

"You brought guests again."

A strange voice came, with a strange magic power, which made people unconsciously look in the direction of the voice. Alia noticed a person sitting on the sofa, with his back to her, and his tone could not be heard as happy or angry.

"The third room from the left on the second floor is the guest room. The guest room is now open to you. You can use all the facilities inside." The owner of this room said to her, "Go and rest. Don't let me see you."

Alia looked at Richard, who added: "Go to bed immediately and don't listen or look or touch things out of curiosity."

"Consider this a task I gave you." Richard smiled, "Good night, Aria, have a good sleep, see you tomorrow."

109

Watching Alya carefully run up the stairs and disappear at the end of the stairs, Richard finally breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly adjusted his state, walked to the opposite side of the sofa without changing his expression, and sat down opposite Edward.

Edward put down the newspaper: "Start your report."

"Yes." Richard glanced at the "Backlund Daily" that was put aside, and organized his speech for a few seconds, "The Rose School of Thought in the Southern Continent has been experiencing strange trends recently. Their sacrifices are more frequent than before, and

There are many signs that they seem to be cooperating with the Blood Worship Cult. I suspect they are planning something big, but I don’t have a clue yet.”

"Um."

"The second thing is the disappearance of a large number of indigenous people in the Southern Continent. According to the report of the person in charge of Backlund, trafficking has also occurred in the East District. Some of the female workers who lost their jobs due to the introduction of machines have strangely disappeared. It is said that they have been found.

Work, but she hasn’t arranged it yet.”

"Yeah." Edward said calmly, "I also know about this because someone wants to become the new Black Emperor."

"Black Emperor?" Richard was slightly stunned. He had experienced the arrival and fall of the Black Emperor, and quickly figured out the joints. His expression suddenly changed, "I see... a new bill that has been urgently introduced has appeared in the past twenty years.

Various styles and house systems, the Kingdom of Loen obtained the crown of Emperor Balam... Were the missing people abducted to be anchors for the future Black Emperor? No, no, there are too few such people, they were captured to build

In the mausoleum?"

"Um."

"The Seven Gods... have learned from the mistakes of Emperor Russell. It is impossible for the Seven Gods not to see that the Seven Gods are preparing to support an obedient Black Emperor?"

To be fair, it doesn't mean much to the people which emperor or king sits on the throne. Anyway, ordinary people in this era will not live an easy and happy life. But changes in the throne often mean social unrest and disputes. If the emperor dies, then

There is no doubt that the war will bring greater disasters. The Temperance Angel has no ill opinion towards George III, and even has a slight increase in favor due to the Employee Examination Act, and the Seven Gods seem to have acquiesced in this matter. To sum up, it seems that He has nothing to do with it.

enemy target.

But people who have been abducted cannot just let it go. I can investigate the location of the tomb privately and find a way to find them. Richard tentatively said: "There is only one Black Emperor, so Emperor Russell...?"

"It doesn't make any difference to me who the Black Emperor is." Edward took a sip of tea, "As long as they die spectacularly."

"I'm looking forward to the way he will die, provided that George III has the ability to become the Black Emperor."

Richard regretted for a few seconds, but this emotion soon disappeared from his heart, and he sat upright, ready to receive criticism.

"It seems you are ready." The Angel of the Abyss sneered, "Are you going to have any trouble with Si'a this year?"

"No...no." Richard said calmly, "But I have made trouble for the Rose School of Thought many times, robbed many slaves and living sacrifices, and escaped from Si'a's hands, and successfully passed the law through fishing.

Having collected the extraordinary characteristics of the Indulgence Faction, we can cultivate new people.”

"Did you find the last prisoner pathway sequence one feature?"

"No... neither." Richard could still insist, "But I was very lucky to find another surviving angel from the Temperance Sect! Of course, that one can no longer be said to have survived, he has died and has become a spirit world

Creature. He can occasionally receive information from the real world. He feels that I am no longer a companion after my conversion. In addition, I am a cultist, so he does not want to see me. He is unwilling to cooperate with me to further expand the scale of the temperance sect."

"What's the use of having one more angel? Can you be promoted to Sequence 1 by eating two servings of Sequence 2? It's been almost two hundred years and you haven't completed the ritual yet!"

"Okay, okay."

“So is your organization’s revenue positive this year?”

"Yes...it's minus one thousand seven hundred and twenty pounds, five soles and three pence." Richard began to sweat on his forehead, "I have issued new rectification regulations internally, keeping everything simple and saving money, and using my own money.

I have invested in the emerging banking and steel industries, and I expect to start making profits in ten years, but I am still short of money. Of course, if you, teacher, are willing to give me some funds for activities, it doesn’t need to be much. This coffee table is probably enough, and we can do it next year.

Go find more trouble with the Rose School of Thought..."

"Si'a is alive and kicking, and the Rose School of Thought is flourishing. You are being chased around by Si'a and the Seven Gods. You took the time to send a little girl to report at the university. How dare you ask me for money?" Edward smiled angrily, with a question on his lips.

A sign that the back of the head is cracked, "Do you need me to tell you what your job is? Did you come here today to ask me to arrange a death date for you?"

"I'm wrong……"

"But activity funding is not impossible." Edward suddenly changed the topic, "I can give you ten thousand pounds, and you don't have to go to trouble for the remaining months of this year to meet the year-end results."

Richard's heart suddenly sounded alarm, but his body honestly leaned forward and made a gesture of wanting to hear the details.

"Go and help me collect Russell's diaries, especially those that are prohibited from being spread by the church. It's time to use your network resources." Edward said calmly, and then Richard noticed that there was a diary next to his hand.

An old sanded notebook, "Also, help me find traces of the abyss. I have a hunch that someone is going to cause trouble for me, I don't know who it is."

Looking for the diary of Emperor Russell? It seems that although you don’t say it, you still want to save His Majesty Russell... As for the abyss, your way can more accurately perceive the junction with reality. Why?

Let me go? Richard said tactfully: "I will try my best to keep the diary, but if you ask me to search for the abyss, the result may not be satisfactory. Why do you..."

"I'm too lazy to go."

"Oh." The Temperance Angel had no choice but to obey, "I heard that there were survivors who accidentally saw the devil and the abyss somewhere on the sea. I do plan to take a trip to the sea before the New Year to go to Bayam to see the development."
To be continued...