The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 289

Audrey, who thought she knew the truth, inevitably imagined the scene portrayed by Viscount Glaint.

Lanevus lay in the mud in the darkness, covered with rows of tarot cards. There are The Fool, Justice, The Hanged Man, The Sun, The World, and other Major Arcana cards and many numbered cards. They would be upside down or face up, and there would be some who were missed, just exposing their backs, as if they were all part of a terrifying large-scale tarot prophecy.

A scene like this must be shocking!

I wonder where the card for Justice landed …

How do the Beyonders of MI9 and the Church view this issue? Will they believe that a new secret organization has emerged?

By possessing the deity of a True Creator, the tactics between Lanevus and the Order of Aurora must have been significant. It would definitely bring a terrible disaster to the Backlund and the kingdom. However, this tactic was so easily thwarted because of the simple mission Mr. had issued. Fool!

This is a struggle at the god level?

Foolish Master and True Creator are considered sworn enemies?

No wonder He referred to the other party as the Fallen Creator…

Many thoughts flashed across Audrey's mind as her body trembled faintly and unseen.

"What are you thinking?" Viscount Glaint, who was sitting across, finally could not hold it any further as he asked in bewilderment.

Audrey suddenly woke up from her daydream. Tilting his head slightly, he smiled and said, "Aren't you telling me to imagine the scene of a corpse covered with tarot cards?"

"Ha ha." Glaint awkwardly smiled and sighed. "I wonder which member of the secret organization killed Lanevus. It really fits with how I imagine such things. It's so—very cool!"

This is our Tarot Club! Audrey calmly replied with a smile. "Perhaps there is no organization, but the independent action of the powerful Beyonder?"

"I love this style! Urge Xio and Fors and ask them when they can find my Pharmacist formula," Glaint said excitedly.

Audrey widened her eyes slightly. Looking around, he lowered his voice and said, "Hus, slow down.

"How can you talk about potions here?"

Glaint smiled indifferently. "Don't worry, it's nothing. I've made sure that besides you and me, there's only one dog."

The big golden retriever, Susie, unknowingly shifted her position.

…

North Borough of Backlund. Inside a room under the Cathedral of Saint Samuel.

Daly, who wears a black hooded robe and make-up with blue eyeshadow and a red blush, gives off a charming yet cold impression. He randomly found a seat and retrieved the documents on the table.

He swept her before his gaze suddenly froze. His eyebrows immediately wrinkled, and he pressed on something as he asked, "Lanevus?

"Why wasn't I told about the matter?

"Why didn't you tell me about the surgery last night?"

Sitting in the seat of honor, Crestet Cesimir, who hid his chin and lips back into his propped collar, said deeply, "I'm afraid you won't be able to control your emotions. It would bring unnecessary danger for the operation, so I didn't ask anyone to tell you.

"I can understand how you feel. A Nighthawk from the Tingen squad was currently undergoing guidance and training in the Sacred Cathedral. He was planning to join the Red Gloves, and his appearance was almost the same as yours. But as the person in charge of the operation, and as a high ranking deacon of Nighthawks, I must eliminate all unstable elements."

Daly looked at the Nighthawk Squad Captain and the other deacons, and he sneered.

"Why do you think I won't be able to control my own emotions? I am very calm and I will not act rashly!

"My anger will only explode after Lanevus is caught! This is the professional attitude of Nighthawk veterans and deacons!

"If I catch Lanevus, I will tell him that men can be weak too! I will make sure that a cold, rotten, yet stiff corpse will be placed behind his butt.I will make sure that a sharp white bone filled with thorns will be placed in front of him. I will make it so that those cold little guys enter and leave his body wherever they can!

"Damn it! You actually managed to let him die just like that!"

Crestet Cesimir looked at Daly calmly and sighed after quietly listening to him until he was done.

"How long have you been holding him?"

Daly froze, then muttered in frustration, like a deflated ball, "For a very long time …"

Cesimir retracted his gaze and directed them towards the other deacons and captains.

"From our initial investigation, the person who killed Lanevus was a member of the Secret Order, Sequence 8 of the herb's name, Clown. He's adept at using paper cards as flying knives." A deacon reported based on the findings. "However, we can't confirm this guess. The tarot cards scattered all over the corpse did not seem to be hiding anything. After all, the Beyonder does not deal with cards on the wall and on the head of Lanevus. We all believe that the final scene is more of a ritual or symbolism. Therefore, we suspect that the Beyonder may belong to an organization that we do not understand. Of course, that scene might as well be just his personal preference."

Cesimir slightly nodded and said, "We can start from that point and continue the follow-up investigation.

"Aiur, any news of anyone telling us?"

The charming middle-aged man, Aiur Harson, flipped the paper in his hand and said, "We investigated the man and found that his actions were directed by a bounty hunter.

“In the process of searching for a fugitive, Lanevus, the companion of Balam is killed by members of the Order of Aurora. In order to get revenge, he secretly conducts an investigation and ends up locking the target in the Workers Alliance Store at East Balam Pier Based on the target's actions and lifestyle, he finds Lanevus.

"His actions have basically been verified by witnesses. There's nothing weird about that. We also used the Beyonder way to confirm that he had no connection with the person who killed Lanevus.

"He's hiding now, and it's very hard to find him."

Cesimir added as he seemed to think, "It fits perfectly with the description of Lanevus, that the radical and insane members of the Order of Aurora were helping him.

"Is there a problem with the reporter doing the interview at the union that afternoon?"

Another Nighthawks captain reported, "He was a fake reporter, and according to news from the police department, he was actually a private detective who had previously helped Mike Joseph of the Daily Observer. Joseph is investigating the murder of the Siberian. We suspect that he got some kind of lead, found the Dock Union and went undercover to get in touch with everyone suspected of being the killer.

"This guess has been confirmed by Isengard Stanton."

Cesimir admitted it before turning to ask about others who had just come into contact with Lanevus, but also got an answer that there was nothing wrong with them.

Towards the end, he said after some deliberation, "i am very confused by the lack of motive for Lanevus' murder. The mysterious killer deserves our attention.You must continue to follow up on this matter.

"In addition, according to common sense, the Aurora Order definitely does not only have Beyonders at the Rose Bishop and Shadow Ascetic level in a big city like Backlund. There should at least be an Oracle, or perhaps even a Saint.

"Their tactics to accept the descendants of the True Creator have failed. With their crazy and irrational nature, I fear they will launch a series of retaliatory measures. You all need to be vigilant in the near future. I'll also stay in Backlund."

"Yes, Your Majesty," the deacons and captains answered solemnly.

Crestet Cesimir paused for a few seconds before adding, "The events of the Megose incident in Tingen and the incident last night with Lanevus have revealed problems. The industrial area, the dock area, and the East Borough have become a hotbed for the descent and maintenance of evil gods.you must send people to investigate and gather the truth about the situation.

"If it is indeed as Lanevus explained, I will raise the matter in the College of Cardinals, formally putting pressure on the kingdom and the government to bring about appropriate changes as soon as possible."

…

Klein slept and did not wake up until late at night. But outside it is not bright enough. The area was still shrouded in mist, making it dark and cold.

It doesn't match my good mood. After changing his clothes and taking the key, he returned to Minsk Street unnoticed.

After changing from her work uniform into a casual home outfit—shirt and sweater—and after making sure that no one came to investigate her identity as a private detective, she really felt calm. He casually went to the butcher and the grocery store to buy food in preparation for a sumptuous lunch for himself.

There was an afternoon sun in Backlund, and Klein lazily enjoyed its value, for a moment having no desire to do anything.

He waited until three o'clock less than fifteen minutes, then he took out his gold pocket watch for a glimpse before returning to the bedroom and going over the gray fog.

After juggling the fake World and getting used to its control, he sat in a high back seat at one end of the table and gave The Sun a message that he should prepare for his participation in the meeting.

Just at three o'clock, according to Backlund's time, streaks of red light soared out from the vast and ancient palace, outlining equally obscure blurry figures.

Audrey immediately looked towards the seat of honor and said cheerfully, "Good day, Mr. Fool.

"The 'simple' mission you entrusted has been completed."

He deliberately emphasized the word "simple" to ascertain from the Foolish Lord whether Lanevus had really been removed by his lover. He wanted to know if the death scene covered in tarot cards was a symbol of the Tarot Club.

Klein deliberately acted calmly as he said with a smile, "I'm already conscious."

After saying that, he sighed.

"In such an age, in a place like the Backlund, somewhere in the East Borough, the dock area, and the factory district, they are a hotbed for the descendants of evil gods."

Whahuh? Algeria was stunned for a moment, wondering if there was anything wrong with her ears.

Why would a simple mission involve a nest for the evil god's descendants?