Feysac, Indo Port, Golden Horn Bay Manor.
One of the vice presidents of the Secret Order, the "Scholar of Yore" Nelly Pitt, lived in seclusion here.
He had originally wanted to excavate the truth behind the unknown divine war that took place here at the end of the Fourth Epoch, in order to digest the "Scholar of Yore" potion… but unfortunately, during the period last year when the "Twilight Castle Ruins" appeared in the outer sea, he happened not to be in Feysac. Regretfully, he missed it and failed to investigate it personally.
However, he was not dejected. At present, he was searching for a way to reenter that "Nightmare Ruin."
On the surface, Mr. Nelly Pitt's identity was that of the mayor of Indo Port, and he also held the title of Viscount. Coupled with the fact that he had lived here for nearly forty years, no one had ever suspected him.
As it was already approaching midnight, Nelly put down his work and called for his manservant to help organize the documents so he could continue tomorrow.
But just as the manservant entered the living room, Nelly's eyes suddenly narrowed. A few seconds later, he sealed the room with spirituality and demanded sharply, "Who are you?"
This was definitely not his manservant, because his manservant's "spirit body threads" would not be controlled by another person.
"Worthy of being Mr. Pitt. My little trick really couldn't fool you." The manservant first gave a strange smile, then transformed, becoming a lady with delicate and beautiful features.
"Daphne Priestley?" Nelly Pitt recognized the other party's identity, but his vigilance only deepened. After the chairman's disappearance, there had been no lack of struggles among them vice presidents. Although they had not completely torn their faces apart, it had still resulted in the current situation where each of them controlled a separate branch.
"What business do you have with me?" Nelly Pitt asked cautiously.
Seeing this, Daphne did not beat around the bush and replied with a smile, "I'm here to convey the chairman's order… The chairman will be holding a gathering at eight o'clock Saturday night, and He wants you to attend on time."
"What? The chairman… He has reappeared?" Nelly's astonished expression was something even the abilities of a "Clown" could not fully suppress, but he quickly calmed down and asked carefully, "Do you have any proof?"
"Of course!" As she spoke, Daphne handed a badge to Nelly.
Nelly took it carefully and examined it before nodding. "It is indeed the chairman's aura…"
At this point, he paused, clearly having confirmed the authenticity of the order Daphne conveyed, and then asked, "Where will the gathering be held? Who will attend?"
"You, me, Mord, and all the other demigod-level members will attend… Speaking of which, you're not even the farthest one. After this, I still have to make a trip to the Southern Continent.
"As for the location… the chairman said that as long as you keep the badge with you, you will naturally know when the time comes." Daphne gave a simple explanation, answering his questions.
Nelly rubbed the badge thoughtfully for a moment, then said in a flat, emotionless tone:
"Alright, I've received your notification. I will attend on time Saturday night. You may leave now."
Daphne had long been prepared for the dismissal. After all, the three vice presidents did not get along with each other, so she merely lifted her skirt and performed a courtesy before disappearing.
Clearly, what had just appeared was only a "historical projection," and not even her own.
After she left, Mr. Nelly continued to toy with the badge while thinking quietly for quite a while, until his real manservant knocked on the door and entered, reporting that his friend Mr. "Osmon" had come to visit.
Osmon? "Gluttony" of the Psychological Alchemists? Why would he come looking for me so late? Nelly was puzzled, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he still instructed the manservant to bring the visitor to the reception room.
…
Indo Port, inside a small inn in the dock district.
Ince Zangwill picked up a quill and wrote in his notebook:
"Because 'Gluttony' Osmon suddenly decided to visit the mayor of Indo Port, I once again missed Azik Eggers…"
After writing this passage, he complained in a muttering "monologue," "The one tracking 'Gluttony' is actually Azik… This city is becoming more and more dangerous. It's completely unsuitable to stay any longer."
Ince had an extremely deep impression of Azik, that "Death Consul" in poor condition. Back in Tingen, the other party had nearly ruined his plans, and later he had even almost been beaten to death by Him directly…
At least before becoming Sequence 3, Ince absolutely did not want to encounter him again.
The angelic evil spirit of the Sauron family within his body, however, laughed indifferently and said, "But that fat man does have some ability. Under his maneuvering, during this year's 'Twilight Day' festival, the Einhorn family will hold an 'exhibition' of part of their family collection here in Indo, and among them is my sword, isn't that right?"
"Fat man?" Ince asked in confusion.
"Heh heh, it's that 'Gluttony.' He's performed a mental-level 'disguise' on his own image. It's normal that you couldn't tell." The evil spirit said casually. "Just hold on for a few more days. After the 'Twilight Day' festival ends on Monday night next week, we'll take that sword and immediately leave this city."
"I hope it goes smoothly…" Ince sighed, always feeling a little uneasy.
Only after touching the "Fallen Morningstar" he was wearing did he finally calm down.
Although this item was not of a high level, it lived up to its reputation. When it came to "concealing" oneself, it was indeed quite reliable.
…
Indo Port, inside a villa in the West Borough.
Siltana, a member of the official "Demon Hunter" squad, carefully glanced at Azik, whose expression had not been very good since returning, and asked hesitantly, "Ancestor, was there something wrong with the intelligence I obtained?"
Seeing his descendant looking at him nervously, Azik's expression softened somewhat. He shook his head and said, "It wasn't your problem… Someone diverted his 'fate.'"
"Diverted fate?! Someone can actually do something like that?" Siltana looked shocked. Although she was a member of an official squad, she was still young, only twenty-three years old, and her experience was inevitably limited.
Even though she was already a Sequence 7 "Spirit Medium."
"I more or less know who did it… Coincidentally, I'm also looking for him…" Mr. Azik first sighed, then explained to Siltana, "There are quite a few pathways capable of diverting fate. After reaching High Sequence, 'Spectator,' 'Reader,' 'Mystery Pryer,' and 'Monster' are all adept at this…
"This time, the one manipulating 'fate' behind the scenes was a Sealed Artifact… But you'd better not inquire too much, because 'the more you understand it, the more it understands you.'"
There was actually such a Sealed Artifact? Siltana clicked her tongue in amazement, but wisely did not ask further.
In fact, she had not originally planned to help this bargain 'ancestor' of hers at all. It was only after meeting Silica and learning that "Gluttony" of the Psychological Alchemists was the enemy of her ancestral line that she changed her mind.
…
In the mountain hot spring manor outside the northern suburbs of Indo Port, Countess Laws, "Greed" Ksenia, welcomed her guest… or rather, her "master," Miss "Sloth" Closfia.
At the last Supreme Council meeting of the Psychological Alchemists, they had agreed to "Gluttony's" request to come to Indo Port to "help" a month later.
And now, they had arrived right at the tail end of that promise.
"Do I need to notify 'Gluttony' that we've arrived?" Ksenia asked for instructions.
Closfia's eyes rolled slightly, and then she smiled. "Wait a bit. Notify him after Mr. 'Lust' arrives."
…
At the same time, because "Vice Admiral Iceberg" had followed Ebner on an expedition and the entire crew of the Golden Dream was on leave, Danitz also chose Indo Port as his vacation spot for a certain reason.
Wrapped in a dark cloak and carrying a suitcase, he was sweating profusely as he walked along the dock road toward the outside of the harbor.
Afterward, Danitz glanced left and right, reached out to stop a carriage, and instructed in Old Feysac:
"Inn."
The driver looked at him with a blank expression and said, "You… %#@&（（what…"
What the hell is he saying… I can only understand a few words… Damn it, don't Feysac people speak Old Feysac?
Danitz was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help cursing inwardly… He had always thought that knowing Old Feysac would let him travel freely throughout Feysac.
After holding it in for a long while, Danitz laboriously opened his mouth and subconsciously spoke in Loenese:
"Take me to the nearest inn first."
Hearing this, the driver seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and replied in broken Loenese, "So you speak Loenese? That's great!"
Damn it! Why would a Feysac person not speak Old Feysac, but instead speak Loenese?
Danitz complained inwardly a few times, but still got into the carriage and tossed the driver ten pence. As a result, the carriage only moved forward for ten seconds before stopping.
What happened? Danitz looked at the driver in confusion. The latter pointed at the signboard by the roadside and once again said in broken Loenese, "We're here."
Here? Hearing this, Danitz froze again, then jumped off the carriage and looked toward the roadside. Sure enough, he saw a rather old four-story building.
I actually got played by a carriage driver? Danitz was just about to get angry when he realized the carriage had already disappeared at some point, turning into an alley.
I didn't remember what he looked like… But at least my goal was achieved… I just wasted ten pence for nothing.
As Danitz was consoling himself inwardly, his gaze suddenly sharpened again, and he raised a hand to rub his eyes.
Because he saw a relatively familiar person!
Right in front of Danitz, at the inn's entrance beneath the oil lamp, a young man with short golden hair parted in a three-seven style was leaning against the wall, blowing on a silver-white harmonica.
He had a pair of emerald-green eyes and wore a white shirt with the top two buttons undone, a completely open black vest, and dark trousers. He wore a single, lonely black glove. He was none other than the strongest hunter of the Fog Sea, Anderson Hood!
Why did this "wolf-fish canned food" also come here?
…
(This chapter ends)