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Aaron pushed open the door to a room next to Michelle-Wade's forge and saw Soro Bint and several injured operatives.
Before Aaron could ask, Soro Bint stepped forward and explained, "During yesterday's operation, a Demoness of Pleasure, likely a Sequence 6, appeared. Although I wounded her, she fled without hesitation, leaving behind many spider webs along her escape route to hinder our pursuit, so we didn't catch her."
"However, the traces of our battle are enough to prove that this matter is related to the Demoness Sect. Capim's collusion with the Demoness Sect in human trafficking means he's finished."
Although Capim was a wealthy man involved with many influential figures, he never truly gained respectability. Even if his relationships with certain nobles, parliament members, and government employees were deep, no one would be willing to stand up for him when it involved human trafficking with a cult.
Aaron glanced around and nodded slightly. The involvement of the Demoness Sect was enough for them to stop here; there was no need to get too involved in the remaining matters.
Thinking this, Aaron continued to look at Soro Bint, who instantly understood and quickly added,
"Captain Glenn has already taken the Demoness we captured earlier back to MI9 to report this matter."
"I also disclosed some details of this operation to The People's Daily and other influential newspapers in Backlund."
"I can assure you that by this afternoon at the latest, all citizens of Backlund will know about Capim's collusion with the Demoness Sect to harm the public. No one can hide it."
Aaron nodded in satisfaction and said with a serious expression, "Terminate further investigation. This matter ends here."
Soro Bint hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
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Backlund West Borough, Belloto Street, MI9.
Qonas Kilgor sat behind a mahogany desk, scrutinizing the documents on the table with his dark blue, almost black eyes.
A moment later, Qonas took a deep puff of his cigar, his dark blue, almost black eyes narrowed slightly. His stern and serious face showed no emotion, and Glenn Weil, standing opposite him, felt a sense of oppression. He felt a bit uneasy, remembering Aaron's previous instructions.
Tapping his fingers lightly on the desk, Qonas asked in a steady tone,
"How did you discover Capim's collusion with the Demoness Sect for human trafficking?"
Glenn slowly exhaled, lowered his head, concealing the emotions on his face, and replied to Qonas according to Aaron's earlier instructions.
Qonas listened in silence, then waved his hand a moment later, signaling Glenn to leave.
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Sonia Sea, the "Future."
There was a celebratory atmosphere on the deck. Thanks to Bernadette's Mystical Reenactment and the subsequent treatment from "Peach Blossom Source," most of the Sailors were only unconscious and not severely corrupted.
Everyone was celebrating their survival from yesterday, though some seemed out of place.
Cattleya, dressed in a black classical robe, had a somewhat vacant gaze. After the great battle last night, Her Majesty the Queen had vanished.
She recalled the trembling arms that extended from the Door last night and the illusory figure with twelve wings on its back that made the final move.
Cattleya sat silently in the captain's cabin, reflecting on her own weakness, and watched the revelry on the deck, somewhat lost in thought.
Sharron, dressed in an intricate black Gothic court gown, sat quietly in her room. On the table were three golden spheres of varying sizes.
After setting up the Wall of Spirituality, Sharron quickly arranged the Sacrifice and Grant ritual, placing the three golden spheres of varying sizes in the center of the altar, and began to pray in a low voice:
"You are the origin and shadow of order."
"You are the great emperor of the Realm of Chaos."
"You are the lord of order who controls the rules."
"Your loyal follower seeks your gaze;"
"We ask you to accept their Worship;"
"We ask you to open the Door to the kingdom;"
...
Aaron had just finished understanding the situation and arranging for his butler to personally go to the newspaper office to expedite the paper's distribution when he heard a familiar prayer.
Aaron understood. He found an excuse, sent everyone out of the room, skillfully set up the Wall of Spirituality, and then submerged his consciousness, passing through layers of dark golden mist to arrive at the magnificent Temple.
Sitting on the throne, Aaron cast his gaze upon the pulsating prayer light points below. With a slight lift of his finger, the prayer light points expanded into a dark golden double-door, existing between illusion and reality.
Sharron only felt a gentle breeze sweep through the room, and the items on the table vanished.
Using Sharron's still-visible prayer light points, Aaron cast his gaze towards Frank, who was squatting in his room nearby, staring blankly at a fish.
Frank, looking at the creature that might have mutated from the battle last night and no longer quite resembled a fish, was about to pick it up for a closer study when a burst of dark golden light suddenly erupted before his eyes.
This light, like flowing water, instantly enveloped Frank. At the same time, Bernadette's figure appeared, with two eyes without eyelashes constantly rotating in front of her.
By the time Frank had initially regained consciousness, he found himself standing in a magnificent Temple supported by huge stone pillars.
At the deepest part of the Temple was a throne with mysterious carvings, situated on a nine-tiered stone staircase. On the throne sat a blurry figure enveloped in thick dark golden mist.
Below the stone steps, on either side of the Temple, stood nine high-backed stone chairs, each surrounded by dark golden mist.
Below the high-backed chairs, forty-nine peculiar stone chairs were strangely arranged, exuding an overall sense of majesty, mystery, order, and chaotic mixture.
Beyond this, the surroundings were empty, ethereal, and vast, with an endless expanse of dark golden mist and unreal crimson light points at the bottom.
Frank remained in a squatting position, his hands extended forward, looking around somewhat bewildered, almost blurting out, "Where is this?"
Aaron did not speak. With a slight movement of his Spirituality, a beam of light appeared out of thin air and merged into Frank's body.
Frank's body trembled slightly, and a flood of information instantly appeared in his mind. He also learned about the hidden existence before him and his corresponding honorific name.
Aaron sat on the throne, looking at Frank below, who was still processing the information, and couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.
Frank's biggest problem was that his way of thinking was different from normal people.
He was purely frightening. He even thought it would be great to make cows grow from the ground, or for fish blood to directly turn into alcohol.
What if one day he felt that growing cows from the ground was too troublesome, and just created a type of cow that grew out already cooked?
If he felt there wasn't enough beef to eat, he would transform the soil into edible matter. When hungry, he would just eat some dirt.
Thinking these thoughts, Aaron couldn't help but feel a chill.
Frank's somewhat terrifying imagination and execution made Aaron feel that it was safer for the entire world to bring him into his direct oversight as soon as possible.
After a brief moment of shock and confusion, Frank stood up and scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, momentarily unsure of what to say.
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