"Ince Zangwill."
Hearing this name, all the "Red Gloves" present fell silent, and for a moment no one spoke.
Since this former archbishop defected, the Church of the Goddess of the Night had never relaxed its pursuit of him. The top archbishops and senior deacons took turns in charge, assisting each other, often carrying corresponding sealed artefacts and traveling everywhere in search of clues, but they could never lock onto Ince Zangwill. They were always separated from him by various coincidences, not only failing to see even a shadow of him, but also allowing him to pull off several major incidents and kill many "Nighthawks."
For the entire Church of the Goddess of the Night, especially the "Nighthawks" team, this was both hatred and shame!
Leonard Mitchell's lowered hands unconsciously clenched, and his breathing grew heavier.
He quickly forced himself to break free from that sudden surge of emotion and focused his attention elsewhere:
No wonder Dwayne Dantès encountered Ince Zangwill on Cheng Island in the Violent Sea, because the latter's destination was also the Southern Continent, also East Balam!
In the silence of the crowd, Daly Simone's voice, hollow and ethereal as if issued from a spirit body, hadn't changed much, just took on a slight coldness, and her speech speed quickened a bit:
"Where did they meet?"
The Spiritism Church member shook his head blankly:
"I don't know."
Daly asked several more questions but got no satisfactory answers.
Finally, she stepped back and cast her gaze to the captain of this Red Gloves squad, Sost.
Sost sighed and said deliberatively:
"First, report this information to Her Eye of the Goddess, and let her contact the Church. Ince Zangwill, carrying '0—08', is not something one Red Gloves squad can handle.
"Second, follow the clue of Palenque Tashi, hoping to figure out Ince Zangwill's purpose. When we can't track him or lock onto him, knowing his purpose is more important than knowing his whereabouts. This may help us set a trap he can't avoid.
"Finally, from now on, pay attention to every coincidence that happens to you, no matter what causes it, and report to me!"
"Yes, Captain!" the Red Gloves members responded in unison. Leonard remained silent, glancing at Daly Simone, noticing that the self-proclaimed necromancer "Gatekeeper" also didn't speak, her gaze deep.
At the same time, the slightly aged voice of Pallez Zoroast echoed in his mind:
"Hehe, it seems I will witness a play of chase and escape."
What does the old man mean? What is he hinting? As soon as we decided to investigate Ince Zangwill's purpose, was it known to '0—08'? Leonard withdrew his gaze and suddenly had an idea:
If a person who was already dead conducted the investigation secretly, could he evade '0—08''s perception?
...
After sleeping for two hours, Klein rubbed his still throbbing head and slowly got out of bed.
Then he rang the bell by the door, waiting for the servant to come.
Soon, a local native dressed in a white shirt and red waistcoat, deliberately made up in Loen fashion, came outside and knocked on the door with his knuckles.
Klein turned the handle, opened the outer door a crack, and instructed in a hoarse voice:
"Send another lunch to the room; I ate too early."
At this moment, his appearance had turned into the tanned marionette Enzo—as a gentleman with two servants staying in a luxurious room, it was impossible for him to personally go to the door to instruct the servant.
"One lunch, any special requirements?" the native servant asked, taking out paper and pen, recording while speaking in a rather strange Loen language.
Klein responded in the same awkward Loen language:
"Mainly red meat, with a glass of sparkling sweet wine with ice and lemon."
"Include two servings of servant meals?" the native servant followed the procedure.
Klein paused for a second and said:
"Include."
After ending the conversation, he closed the door and quickly arranged the ritual, bringing "Winner" Enzo and "Hell Admiral" Ludwell back from the Gray Fog to the real world. As for "Creeping Hunger" and the "Seas' Rapture" staff, they were temporarily left in the pile of odds and ends—one because it was hungry, the other because it could barely suppress the urge to sing.
After Klein manipulated the marionette to tidy up the room, several waiters came one after another to deliver the lunch, so the whole room was left with only the sound of knives and forks lightly touching the plates and not very noticeable chewing sounds.
After an unknown amount of time, Klein put down the knife and fork, picked up the napkin, wiped his mouth, leaned back against the chair back with satisfaction, and shook his head helplessly: