In the Queens District, inside Count Hall's luxurious villa.
The finest Feneport Saint-de-Sillery coffee exuded a rich aroma, blending with the wonderful scent of Queen's black tea to create an intoxicating olfactory symphony. They swirled around the elegant three-tiered stand, highlighting each delicious and exquisite pastry.
This was Audrey's afternoon tea.
Her noble friends interested in mysticism had answered the call and gathered around, chatting and laughing.
Under Audrey's quiet guidance, Jane, Murray, and others developed a strong interest in the "Black Emperor" thief who had appeared last night, and they turned their gazes towards Kons Liersen, a noble youth who had joined the
"Does that 'Black Emperor' really have supernatural abilities?" the sweet-looking Christine asked curiously.
Their fathers were at least viscounts, giving them, who loved mysticism, sufficient status and channels to learn about supernatural powers and potions. But like Audrey back then, they were unwilling to join the Nighthawks, the Arbiters, the Machinery Hiss, or MI9, unwilling to spend a lot of time on official duties.
Moreover, their families were not ancient nobles dating back a thousand years, or even to the early days of the Fourth Epoch when the Rune Kingdom was founded, nor were they completely loyal to the royal family or in high military positions, so they had not been granted formulas. Even if they had extraordinary materials, they might not recognize them, and if they did, they wouldn't know how to use them.
This limited the possibility of Murray, Christine, and others becoming Beyonders, leaving them only to yearn but hardly take that crucial step.
As for whether their elders privately collected potion formulas to cultivate a few Beyonders for the family, that was something they couldn't know about. After all, it was not allowed. If the king caught wind, he could use it as a reason to strip their titles.
Of course, in the living room at this moment, there were already two traitors: Audrey, who had been promoted to Sequence 8 Reader, and Viscount Gralint, who had gathered a piece of extraordinary material and would soon become an Apothecary.
The tall, thin young gentleman Kons took a sip of his coffee and said:
"I won't answer directly. I'll just tell you some facts:
"In the restaurant where the fight took place, besides traces of a gas explosion, various methods detected elements like poison, substitute, ghostly shrieks, and bullets condensed from holy power. Oh, and that 'Black Emperor,' no, that thief, was in a ghostly state."
Not the one who killed the "Hurricane Admiral" Zilinges, nor the one who dealt with Larlus in the sewers... Stealing the "Black Emperor" card and creating the Capin case—was it the third Blessed of Mr. Fool? Just in
"Did a fierce supernatural battle take place there?"
Guided by her, Murray asked further:
"Does Capin have Beyonders? Relatively powerful Beyonders? Even more than one?"
"He's just a human trafficker..." Viscount Gralint expressed doubt unconsciously.
Audrey maintained a faint smile and curious eyes, waiting patiently for Kons's answer.
Kons laughed and said:
"Murray's guess is correct. That's all I can say.
"Do you want me to be confined by the team leader?"
"Capin has relatively powerful Beyonders, not just one...
"Indeed, he's not an ordinary human trafficker; he might be involved in many mysterious events...
"Human trafficking... Could he be involved in cult sacrifices? Mr. Fool's Blessed acted against this?
"The Larlus case was similar, involving cult, sacrifice, and the descent of the '
"Mr. Fool's goal seems to be always pointed at those evil gods... It's indeed a game among gods, isn't it? He has already ruined so many plans of those evil gods." Audrey suddenly thought a lot, and her heart surged:
Our
Nothing else is worthy!
Does Mr. Fool want to obtain the title "Evil God's Nemesis"? Audrey pursed her lips and chuckled inwardly.
Then, she restrained her emotions and silently repented:
Audrey, how could you be like this? How could you make fun of Mr. Fool?
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At noon, Klein returned to Minsk Street. As expected, he found a letter in his mailbox from
This was their agreed emergency contact method.
Of course, based on Klein's expectation, Old Kohler, who didn't know words, would only use simple symbols to tell him when and where to meet. Who knew, when the letter was unfolded, it was in neat handwriting.
Just a glance, Klein confirmed that it matched the handwriting on
It seems this girl helped Old Kohler write it... The paper wasn't damp, maybe Old Kohler specially bought some for emergency contact... Klein opened the door, walked into the living room, and read the letter.