Lord of The Mysterious Realms

Chapter 140: The party is coming

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Jenkins checked the background of the ship before the party, just to be on the safe side. What the businessman smuggled was the problematic batch of antiques containing statues of evil gods, so the ship stopped here, and it was also related to Jenkins.

He was not the first one to arrive this time, he climbed onto the cargo ship along the rope, and Mr. Hood was already standing in the shadow under the mast.

"Mr. Candle?"

He asked easily while showing his emblem.

"Aren't you surprised this time?"

Jenkins called out the purple pentagram to prove his identity, and showed the cane in his hand, "The transaction item with Miss Bailing."

"I've been surprised too many times, and you are the only one who dares to take risks so early to participate in this kind of secret gathering."

said Mr Hood. He himself is the organizer of the party, so it is natural for everyone to come to confirm safety in advance.

The two talked for a few words, then stopped talking, but looked at the moon above the sea level and the sparkling sea together.

"I have confirmed that Mr. Birch is dead."

Jenkins said abruptly.

"Oh, is it so?"

Mr. Hood asked calmly, and after a few seconds, his right hand drew a holy emblem on his chest that Jenkins had never seen before.

The two didn't speak again until the party started.

Miss Bailing, Miss Magic, and Mr. Black Cat appeared on the edge of the deck against the last time limit, and this time there was a new party participant. This is a friend introduced by Mr. Black Cat. The two met at other parties, so although Mr. Black Cat thinks he can be trusted, they don't know each other's true identities.

The new participant, who calls himself Mr. White Cat, has a red slender wooden stick as his soul emblem.

Very sloppy naming.

"Let's start with Mr. Candle this time. He has some sad news."

Mr. Hood spoke first.

"OK."

Everyone stood in a circle in the shadows, and Jenkins nodded, "It can be confirmed that Mr. Birch died when he was in [The Craftsman and the Moon of Rain]. We will never see him at the party again."

Everyone was silent for a while.

"Do you know how you died?"

Miss Magic asked in a muffled voice.

"A-01-2-0198, that night of heavy rain."

Jenkins simply said that this year, the only rainy night that can be mentioned is that crazy night.

"I have known Mr. Birch for two years. He has always been a cautious person, more cautious than most of the bestowers I know. I didn't expect the final cause of death to be so ridiculous."

Mr. Hood's emotion broke the silence. What he said was very reasonable. Mr. Birch's death could only be complained about fate.

"Speaking of spooky things, an equally dangerous figure appeared in Nolan City recently, A-11-2-3301, a malicious coachman. He will only appear near the intersection at night, sitting in an old-fashioned carriage It is characterized by the fact that half of the face is burnt to pieces, which looks very scary."

Mr. Hood went on to say that this is his news for tonight.

"Are there any more specific details, I can pay for it."

Miss Bailing asked.

"That's all I know, but this one is much less dangerous than the flower girl. It doesn't matter if you ignore him or just reject him."

Mr. Hood added, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"I know more detailed news."

Mr. White Cat also spoke, his voice was full of magnetism, quite like a well-known singer.

"This coachman can send passengers to any corner of the world. His ability is very similar to space transfer, but it is absolutely safe during space transfer... The information I got is like this. The reason why he said it was malicious is because he will only Collecting fares from passengers, it might be an ear, it might be a kidney, it might even be a soul.

It's my first time participating in a meetup here, so I don't know if such a message is qualified. "

The last sentence was asked to Mr. Hood.

"Can."

Mr. Hood's hood bobbed up and down a few times.

"This information is very valuable. Nolan City has really... Forget it in the past six months. Complaining about fate is useless. We have to look forward."

Mr. Hood muttered to himself for a while, then announced his news:

"First of all, I don't vouch for the accuracy of this message, it's so appalling. Well, gentlemen, please gather some, I dare not say it out loud."

Everyone took another step forward.

"Rumours, ahem, just rumors, you can just listen to the crazy words of lunatics. On the night of martial law in the whole city, it was not the honorable Miss Bevanna of the Church of [Knowledge and Books] who killed the devil, but an unknown famous saint."

"Hiss~"

The remaining three gasped, and Jenkins quickly followed after realizing it.

"Hiss~"

After he sighed, he pointed to the strange purple star in the sky: "This one?"

"I don't know."

Mr. Hood replied in a low voice, as if he was frightened by himself.

"Probably."

But Miss Bailing interjected, "I also got some information about what happened that night, but I only know that the man in black robe who appeared on the scene was the man in black robe who snatched the strange things many times. Isn't everyone guessing what the man in black robe believes in?" One? The god of faith comes to the mortal world, and he will naturally appear."

"Okay, okay, let's stop talking about the secrets of the great ones."

Mr. Hood hastily interrupted her and ended the topic. It's not that he is timid. In a world where gods really exist, this is normal behavior.

"Mr. Bailing's information is that the black-robed man also appeared in a sensitive place that night, so does Mr. Black Cat have anything else to say?"

"Yes, I know little about the actions of the Church of [Knowledge and Books], but I know a little about the riots in the factory district."

He stretched out his hand and pointed back. In the night, the chimneys in the distant factory area were still emitting black smoke.

"This riot is definitely not accidental. There is reason to believe that the mastermind behind it has been planning this matter for at least a year. This is easy to confirm. Anyone who has been to the scene can find that the riot started as if it had been [ The blessing of Lord God of War] went well. Sorry. I shouldn’t mention this true god.”

He paused, and then continued: "The information is obtained from the police station. At least three different cult organizations are related to this matter. It's crazy, isn't it?"

"What are the riots about? What are the poor people doing for reasonable working hours and enough food to feed their families? What are the cultists doing for?"

Jenkins asked, frowning.