Chapter 684
The Report from the Simp Mirror
Chapter 684 The Report from the Simp Mirror
The next day, in the North District, at St. Samuel's Church.
"Captain, I heard something big happened in Queens last night."
On the basement level, in the Red Gloves' lounge, Leonard leaned closer and asked in a low voice.
"Don't spread rumors about me."
Soster glanced at him. "It wouldn't look good if someone heard this."
"This is not a rumor."
Leonard was glared at by his captain, but he didn't back down. Instead, he chuckled and said, "It's already spread that something happened at Earl Hall's villa in Queens... I went to check it out while I was on patrol just now, and the mansion has been sealed off by the police, the Church of Storms, and the Church of Steam."
Upon hearing this, Soster's expression turned serious.
Count Hall has made many contributions to the Church of Goddess and maintains good relations with many bishops. He is a key figure to be protected by the Night Watchers, and his safety is of utmost importance.
"We have night watchmen at the Earl's place. If something serious had really happened as you say, the corresponding telegram should have been sent to us by now to report the situation."
Soster said in a deep voice.
"Is it possible that the night watchmen over there have already sent the information, but the church leadership hasn't made it public because of its confidentiality?"
Leonard chuckled, "I made a little inquiries, and apparently the guests we invited last night are still stuck in the villa being investigated and can't go home."
The news has been blocked?
Soster's brow furrowed.
If what Leonard said is true, then something serious must have happened at Earl Hall's ball last night, and those involved must be of extraordinary status... Indeed, anyone who can attend that earl's ball is definitely not an ordinary person.
"No, not everyone was kept behind."
Leonard chuckled and said, "Lord Ishmael came to the office as usual today. He was one of the guests last night, but he wasn't stopped... I guess it's because he's a demigod of the church, a person of high status, and we can't take any coercive measures against him."
As for how he knew the senior deacon had gone to the ball last night, the reason was simple—Ms. Daly had told him beforehand. She had learned the location and time of the ball from Lord Ishmael while instructing him on ball etiquette.
Inside the lounge, the other Red Gloves also heard these remarks and gathered around, their eyes gleaming with the desire to watch the drama unfold.
A ball, nighttime, a murder, news being suppressed... these all sound like big, juicy things to talk about!
"In that case, we should be even less likely to inquire casually."
However, their captain, Soster, immediately dismissed their idea. Hearing that it concerned high-ranking church officials and nobles, his expression grew even more serious. "Listen up, everyone," he said, "this involves classified information. We need to follow orders..."
"Thump thump thump".
Before he could finish speaking, he heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside. The person inside looked out through the half-open door and was surprised to see a group of people who shouldn't be there.
These people wore white clerical robes, with gold gear and lever patterns inlaid on the cuffs. Every gesture they made exuded the unique aura of extraordinary individuals.
—The action force of the Steam Church, "Mechanical Heart"!
"Please wait a moment, everyone!"
Upon seeing this, Soster immediately shouted and jumped up from his seat.
Although the two sides are nominally in a cooperative relationship, it's unacceptable to have someone barge into the headquarters' underground area! What are the guards outside doing?!
Other red-gloved team members also rushed out and blocked the way.
"Oh, Soster."
Upon seeing this, the man leading the group gestured for everyone to stop.
This is a man with strong, defined features, and his brown hair is fluffy and frizzy, like a stubborn and resilient wire.
He was holding a simple, antique-looking mirror in his hands, its surface fogged up.
"Iconsel?"
Soster recognized the man before him; he knew he was a butler from "Mechanical Heart," and quite capable... Of course, there's a difference between a butler and a high-ranking butler; generally, a butler holds a higher position than a squad leader. Soster, on the other hand, was a squad leader from "Red Gloves," so their positions were essentially equal.
"You've probably misunderstood something. We didn't force our way in."
Iconsel explained, "I came in with permission from your church."
"Captain Soster, I'm so sorry!"
Someone caught up from behind, panting. It was one of the church staff responsible for reception. "This is the guest I'm receiving."
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So it was done with permission...
Soster was a little embarrassed and was about to make up a few polite remarks to brush it off. But just then, he suddenly noticed that the "Mechanical Hearts" were acting strangely.
They appeared listless, yawned frequently, and had noticeably swollen and slightly dark eyes.
It's as if he hasn't slept all night...
Soster thought to himself.
Staying up late is commonplace for insomniacs, but the corresponding side effects no longer appear on them, so seeing these people in their condition is quite novel.
Thinking of this, his heart stirred slightly.
For these people to stay up all night, does that mean they...
"You guys were all busy with that matter last night, right?"
Leonard, standing behind him, suddenly interjected, "Any progress?"
He asked, feigning curiosity.
"I'm sorry, we cannot disclose details that are still under investigation."
Iconsel cautiously replied, "If it's convenient for you all, please allow us to leave first."
Seeing this, Soster waved his hand, and the red-gloved people made way. These mechanical-hearted beings walked through the corridor to the end.
That's the office of the senior deacon.
"It seems they've come to inquire about Lord Ishmael..."
Leonard muttered to himself.
They watched as Ikonser knocked on the door.
late at night.
Klein was asleep when he suddenly felt a jolt of consciousness, and the previously fragmented and disjointed images began to become harmonious.
Someone has entered my dream...
Having had this experience many times before, he secretly pondered and decided to continue pretending to be still dazed to observe the intruder.
However, he soon found out who the intruder was.
"Swish, swish!"
In the hazy world, amidst the rising steam, a line of white words was quickly sketched on the surface: "Your esteemed master, your loyal servant Arodes reports to you!"
His tone was clearly ingratiating.
"Oh, it's Arrodes."
Klein relaxed slightly, but at the same time, a sense of curiosity arose within him. He wondered what Arods knew that made him so eager to intrude into his dreams at night.
Then the scene in the dream quickly changed.
He soon saw a magnificent hall, and a corpse lying on the floor of the hall.
Based on the corpse's mutilated face and his own spiritual instincts, Klein quickly recognized the other person's identity.
"Franmy Cage?"
He said in disbelief.