Chapter 290: Speculation and Investigation

Having convinced herself she knew the truth, Audrey couldn't help imagining the scene Viscount Gleynart had described: Lanevus was lying in the darkness, in the mud, covered with layers upon layers of tarot cards: the "Fool," "Justice," "Hanged Man," "Sun," "World," and other major arcana, as well as many numbered cards. Some were reversed, some upright, some still unopened, showing only their backs—as if a massive, eerie tarot divination was taking place.

That scene must be truly shocking!

I wonder where the "Justice" card will end up…

How will the Beyonders of the military intelligence and the Church view this? Will they think a new secret organization has appeared?

Lanevus carried the divinity of the "True Creator," and his scheme with the Aurora Order was certainly not a small one. If it succeeded, it would inevitably bring a terrible disaster to Backlund and the entire Kingdom. And such a scheme was so easily and flatly terminated—terminated by a simple task issued by Mr. "Fool"!

Is this what a game at the level of deities looks like?

Is Mr. "Fool" the arch-enemy of the "True Creator"?

No wonder He calls Him the "Fallen Creator"…

……

Thoughts flashed rapidly through her mind, and Audrey felt an imperceptible shudder course through her body.

"What are you thinking about?" Viscount Gleynart, sitting opposite, finally couldn't hold back and asked suspiciously.

Audrey snapped back to reality, tilting her head slightly and smiling: "Didn't you ask me to imagine a corpse covered in tarot cards?"

"Haha." Gleynart let out an awkward laugh, then sighed with admiration. "I wonder which secret organization's member killed Lanevus? It completely matches my imagination of such things. It was so, so cool!"

It was us, the Tarot Club! Audrey replied silently, smiling faintly.

"Maybe it's a powerful Beyonder acting alone, without any organization?"

"Whatever, I love this style! Hurry up and contact Xio and Fors! Ask them when they can find my 'Apothecary' formula!" Gleynart said rather excitedly.

Audrey's eyes widened slightly as she glanced around, lowering her voice: "Shh, quiet. How can you be talking about a potion formula here?"

Gleynart laughed nonchalantly: "Don't worry, it's nothing. I've already confirmed it; besides you and me, there's only one dog here."

The golden retriever Susie unconsciously adjusted her sitting posture.

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In a room in the basement of Saint Samuel Cathedral in the North District of Backlund.

Daly, wearing a black hooded robe and blue eyeshadow and blush that gave her a strange, cold beauty, casually found a seat and picked up the documents on the table.

She glanced over them, and her gaze suddenly froze. Then, frowning, she asked with barely suppressed emotion: "Lanevus? Why don't I know about this? Why wasn't I informed about last night's operation?"

Creesate Sema, who had returned his chin and lips into his vertical collar as he sat in the main seat, spoke in a low voice: "I was worried you wouldn't be able to control your emotions, which would pose an unnecessary risk to the operation. That's why I didn't tell anyone to inform you. I understand your feelings very well. A Nighthawk from the Tingen squad is receiving guidance and training at the cathedral, preparing to join the 'Red Gloves.' His performance is quite similar to yours. But as the person in charge of the operation, and as a senior executive of the Nighthawks, I must eliminate unstable factors."

Daly glanced at the other Nighthawk squad leaders and executives who had been summoned, let out a cold laugh, and said: "Why do you think I can't control my emotions? I am very calm! I won't act rashly! My anger will only erupt after Lanevus is caught! This is the professional quality of a senior Nighthawk, an executive! If I had caught Lanevus, I would have made him understand that men are fragile too! I would have a cold, rotting, but stiff corpse behind him, and a skeleton full of spikes and stench in front of him! I would let those cold little things enter every opening in his body! Damn it! You just let him die!"

Creesate Sema looked calmly at Daly, silently listened to her words, and then sighed.

"How long have you been holding it in?"

Daly paused, then, like a deflated balloon, muttered dejectedly: "For a very long time…"

Sema averted his gaze, looking at the other executives and squad leaders.