franphil Chapter 128 Escaping is useless
Chapter 128 Escaping is useless
Chapter 128 Escaping is useless
The Fifth Age.
After receiving a commission from the "Hully Party," or more specifically, the "Backlund General Affairs Services," Ms. Hugh Deercha began investigating unusual activity by other gangs in the East End.
Using her connections in the East End, she quickly identified a recent suspect: Meursault, the Zmenger Party's executioner.
A leader of considerable rank.
"This guy's been behaving a bit strange lately."
After Miss Hugh identified her target, she began her investigation and discovered that this Mr. Meursault was not operating within the usual sphere of influence of the East District, but was instead intentionally or unintentionally moving towards the Georgetown District.
During this time, they received a tip from "Backlund General Affairs Services". Their cleaners found a cold body in the sewers of the East and West districts. After identification by some people in the East district, the body was confirmed to be a detective named Zeryl Victor Lee.
Previously, someone had commissioned the service company to find this detective, but that job was taken over by another detective.
The detective's death also seems to be related to this incident.
When Miss Hugh went back to rest after the investigation, she was surprised to find that her best friend Fors hadn't slept until the afternoon.
"What kind of look is that?"
"Today is Miss Audrey's payment day, so even if I have to, I should get up early and get dressed."
Fors looked at Hugh with some dissatisfaction. She was just a little lazy, but that didn't mean she was lazy. Even if she was lazy at home, she was very conscious of her image when she went out.
"I thought you would let me collect your share of the money as well."
Hugh said with a hint of amusement.
You used to ask me to bring you food, buy you magazines, buy you black tea and beer, and buy you cigarettes, but when it came time to collect your paycheck, you didn't ask me for any help.
"Cough cough."
"Money doesn't matter. The main thing is to show respect to Miss Audrey. She's one of our biggest clients, and I can't be rude to her."
Fors coughed awkwardly twice and said, "Then let's go. We can still enjoy a sumptuous afternoon tea at Viscount Grynt's place."
Xiu had no objections.
Especially when that bulging envelope, heavy with the weight of money, lands in your hands.
The neat rows of gray banknotes, the rich and distinctive scent of ink—even without counting them, one could tell that this was a considerable sum.
"I am very sorry that you were put in danger. This is my way of making amends to you."
Audrey said with a slight smile.
Although Zillingus's body was picked up by a lucky Night Watchman, she still got what she wanted from the Hanged Man, and of course, she received payment from Fors and Miss Hugh.
Moreover, she was also thinking about recruiting more members to help the Tarot Club grow.
Audrey smiled innocently and guided the two women, whose judgment was clouded by money, to borrow several books she had prepared in advance.
Joining the Tarot Club wasn't a bad thing, and Audrey had no qualms about it. This led to Hugh, who was lying on the sofa reading "The History of the Nobles of the Kingdom of Rune" in the evening, falling for the trick.
What is this?
Looking at the old note hidden inside the cover, along with the special symbols created by Emperor Roselle and the corresponding ancient Hermes, Xiu curiously looked over and habitually read it aloud:
"A fool who does not belong to this era."
In the gray fog space, after receiving the message, Klein, considering the petite woman's capacity to bear it, decided to wait until late at night to respond to the prayer.
Hugh, finally realizing the stupid thing she had done, jumped up from the sofa like a startled kitten.
"I actually recited the name of an evil god?"
"No, perhaps I'm just too nervous. How can there be so many evil gods in this world? The Fool? I've never heard of that name before."
Despite trying to reassure himself, Hugh remained tense, even sitting absentmindedly on the toilet while using it.
Like a wax figure of a thinker.
The room was somewhat dimly lit, and the sound of footsteps gradually rose. The door lock didn't turn, casting a long shadow.
The unusual surroundings startled the somewhat dazed arbitrator, who unhesitatingly threw away the roll of papers she was clutching.
Then he pulled out the triangular dagger from his waist, ready to pull up his pants and fight the invading evil god or demon.
"what!"
"Hugh, what's wrong with you?!"
The scream sounded so familiar. Xiu paused in pulling up his pants, looked up, and saw that the one emerging from the shadows was not some evil god, but his lazy best friend.
Fors, clutching her reddened head, rushed over, still holding the long roll of paper in her hand.
"You're the one who's crazy!"
"You're going to scare me to death by coming out of the wall at night!"
"And why didn't you use the main entrance? Why did you have to come this way to the restroom?"
Seeing Fors's complaining expression, Hugh became even angrier. Couldn't he consider the feelings of his roommate?
This is the sacred baptismal chamber!
Being scared in the toilet can really be terrifying!
"Ahem, you know I always prefer to take the straight path. Since I was coming back a bit late, I didn't want to take a detour, after all, I'm just an 'apprentice'."
Fors was somewhat embarrassed by Hugh's roar, which might indeed be her fault, but she didn't mean it.
The apprentice's ability is to "walk through walls." Once you get used to walking through walls, who would still use the main entrance?
"Give me the paper, then get out."
Xiu, suppressing the urge to comb her best friend's hair with a sharp, triangular hand, said coldly,
"Cough, cough."
"They're leaving now."
Fors clearly realized that this was not the right time to talk, so he quickly put the paper aside, pressed his finger on the wall next to him, opened a door, and slipped away.
In the middle of the night, after thinking it over, he used the excuse of investigating the gang to say goodbye to Fors and went straight to the Mass Hall of St. Samuel Church to sleep.
She didn't just barge in unprepared; she made a proper "donation," hoping to spend the night in the mass hall to relieve the anxiety caused by excessive life pressures and to get a good night's sleep in such an atmosphere, thus alleviating her insomnia.
The Church of the Night does offer this service.
A bishop on duty waved his sleeve and dragged the anxious Hugh directly into a dream. Then, he blurred the dream and, using his soothing power, granted her a good sleep.
After falling asleep, Hugh slept peacefully. This was, after all, the Mass Hall of the Church of the Night. Even if there were some evil god or demon, how could they possibly harm her here?
Everything should be fine by tomorrow morning.
Hugh had planned it this way, and it was a very good plan, but he was still dragged onto the gray fog by the Foolish Man who had no sense of martial ethics.