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In a corner of the Harvest Church's prayer hall, Emlyn had barely sat down when he eagerly lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know about The Fool?"
"Many people in Backlund have been looking for His believers and Blessed of late."
Leyton looked at Emlyn for a while, almost wanting to laugh, before slowly saying, "I'm not a Hunter, so I don't know much about the news in Backlund."
"However, I do know a little about The Fool. What? Your Sanguine aren't helping you with your psychological cue problem, so you're planning to pray to The Fool yourself and see?"
"I..." Emlyn fell silent, and after a long while, he said hesitantly, "I'm not that foolish. Praying to an unknown evil god, what's the difference from suicide? Just a more unsightly death?"
"This is an revelation from the Ancestor!"
"Are you sure this isn't your Sanguine higher-ups trying to trick you?" Leyton questioned Emlyn's statement aloud.
His face suddenly turned serious, and with his chin slightly raised, his crimson eyes subtly revealing a hint of arrogance, he spoke, "This is an revelation from the Ancestor. No Sanguine would dare to forge it or lie about it!"
"Also, I haven't even said anything yet, how do you know this was told to me by our Sanguine higher-ups?"
"That's not hard to guess."
Leyton leaned back in his chair, his voice calm yet confident, "Your Ancestor has rarely responded to your prayers since the Great Cataclysm. Since He has given a revelation now, a major event is definitely about to happen."
"Compared to those dukes and earls, you are just an ordinary Sanguine no more than a hundred years old at most. How could your Ancestor give the revelation to you alone?"
Emlyn choked. He really wanted to retort that he was not an ordinary Sanguine, but one of the key figures in the Ancestor's revelation.
This is a Sanguine secret, it can't be easily exposed. He gritted his teeth, comforted himself in his heart, and decided not to bother with this unappreciative fellow in front of him.
Then he sighed again, asking with a rather conflicted voice, "Then tell me, should I pray to that The Fool?"
"Do you believe in your Ancestor?" Leyton retorted.
"Of course I believe!" Emlyn answered without hesitation.
Hmph. Leyton chuckled softly, and under Emlyn's puzzled gaze, he continued, "Then do you think your Ancestor would tell you the honorific name of a very dangerous evil god, without any concealment or warning?"
"If She directly told you the honorific name belonging to The Fool, it means that The Fool is not a very dangerous evil god."
"But... even if it's not very dangerous, there's still a possibility of danger!" Emlyn frowned, speaking with a conflicted tone.
Although his words still expressed worry about potential danger, deep down, he was indeed wavering.
This is preparation for welcoming the apocalypse. It's normal for there to be danger. I am one of the key figures in the revelation given by the Ancestor!
Leyton's self-narrating words interrupted Emlyn's internal monologue. "When you strive for the future of the Sanguine, the Ancestor's Blessed will naturally fall upon you!"
"Ah?" Emlyn asked in confusion, "I am already a key in the Ancestor's revelation..."
He suddenly fell silent, realizing he had said too much, and awkwardly tried to cover his mouth.
Leyton shook his head speechlessly. This guy is truly naive! The Sanguine higher-ups just casually tricked him twice and he believed it, and the key is that he actually succeeded after believing it!
Emlyn closed his mouth in slight annoyance, leaning back in his chair, one hand propping up his forehead, his thoughts constantly spreading.
At least, as of today, I haven't heard of anyone having a tragic experience because they prayed to "The Fool"... Perhaps, just as Mr. Nibbs said, "The Fool" is a hidden existence that is orderly and benevolent, just like the Light of Purity in the Spirit World.
Emlyn looked up at Leyton, who was sitting opposite him, as if enlightened, cleared his throat, and asked, "Do you know what the Seven Lights of the Spirit World are? Are they really orderly and benevolent hidden existences?"
Although he didn't understand why Emlyn's topic jumped so quickly, Leyton still nodded slightly and gave his answer: "That's right, they also formed a secret organization with many Spirit World creatures, specifically to teach people knowledge, called the Great White Brotherhood."
"In a sense, they are direct subordinates of the 'Fool' you mentioned."
"Subordinates?" Emlyn was stunned for a moment. He wanted to retort, aren't the Seven Lights of the Spirit World hidden existence? How could they be someone else's subordinates?
Do great existences of this level also have subordinate relationships, like angels and deities?
Sighing deeply, Emlyn stood up, forced a very reluctant smile, and bowed slightly to Leyton, saying, "Thank you for informing me. I need to go back and calm down. Perhaps in the near future, I really will recite the honorific name of that Fool."
"Going home? Are you done with your work today?" Leyton raised an eyebrow and retorted.
Emlyn's steps paused, and he replied, somewhat gritting his teeth, "You'd better not speak!"
At 15 Minsk Street in Cherwood Borough.
The old butler of Prince Edessak's family, dressed in a well-tailored long tailcoat, stood in front of the house at 15 Minsk Street and pressed the doorbell.
Soon, the door was opened from inside by Klein.
The old butler took two steps forward, bowing neither arrogantly nor losing his dignity, and said, "Detective Moriarty, His Royal Highness is waiting for you in the carriage at the street corner. He hopes to know the progress of the investigation."
"Alright." Klein responded steadily.
He turned and went back to the hall, just about to take his hat from the coat rack, when his stomach suddenly started hurting, the kind that makes you want to go to the toilet.
He could only turn around and apologize to the old butler with great helplessness, "I'm very sorry, I need to go to the restroom first, my stomach suddenly feels a bit uncomfortable."
The old butler responded without any unusual expression, "That is your freedom."
About seven or eight minutes later, Klein emerged from the restroom and returned to the entrance hall. The old butler was no longer there, only a maid with naturally curly brown hair.
Seeing Klein approach, she bowed impeccably and said, "His Royal Highness asked me to apologize to you. He has other matters and cannot wait too long. Please visit Red Rose Manor tomorrow or the day after tomorrow afternoon."
I've already been as quick as possible. It hasn't even been ten minutes. If I had a newspaper, I could have stayed longer.
Sighing to himself, Klein forced a smile and said, "No problem."
Upon receiving the answer, the maid chuckled casually, "Detective Moriarty, you and that young lady missed each other again."
"Ah?" Klein looked at her with a slight blankness.
The maid lowered her voice and said, "That young lady came with His Royal Highness this time. It was her who suggested making a detour to visit you."
As a result, I missed out because of a stomach ache? Is this also 0-08's arrangement? But isn't it on the same side as the lady who killed Talim?
Empress Borough, in a room with soft, thick carpets.
A quill held in a hand stopped writing.
On the notebook below it, there were many smudges on the lines of words:
"The target attempted to break free from control, but unfortunately, Detective Sherlock Moriarty had already left before she came downstairs."
"The target attempted to influence the surrounding maids, but the butler Finkel accidentally discovered the problem and dealt with it accordingly."
(Scribbled out)
"The target deviated from the trajectory, attending Talim's funeral in place of Prince Edessak. However, she quickly returned to normal and found that she could not identify Detective Sherlock Moriarty."
"Al Tines inexplicably appeared at Talim's funeral. He attempted to influence the target and convey some information to her, but at that moment, a Steam engine nearby just happened to explode. This coincidentally affected a passing Rose School of Thought demigod, who focused his attention on Al Tines, who had just released some spirituality."
"The target did not clearly hear the information Al Tines told her. She was quickly taken away by Prince Edessak, losing the opportunity to contact Al Tines."
(Revised)
"The target deviated from the trajectory once, instigating Prince Edessak to visit Detective Sherlock Moriarty. Unfortunately, Sherlock Moriarty had a stomach ache and stayed in the restroom for a while, which was exactly the amount of time the Prince could not wait."
Putting down the antique quill in his hand, Ince Zangwill looked at the woman beside him and said in a deep voice, "What exactly did you put on her? Breaking through the restrictions again and again will cause big problems."
"Just an accident, no need to worry too much, there won't be any problems."
A lady wearing a plain white robe, with her hair loosely tied up, and a bright and radiant face, responded with a charming smile.
Then, she slowly applied various things to her face, gracefully put on her clothes, and adorned herself with jewelry, becoming even more radiant and alluring.
She casually glanced at the antique quill that Ince Zangwill had placed on the table, and said with a smile on her lips, "Be careful with that quill in your hand. Last time you almost swapped bodies with someone."
"No need for you to remind me." Ince Zangwill replied with a stern face.
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