Sitting inside the carriage, leaning against the wall, Klein tried to piece together the outline of the events.
Prince Edessak's beloved commoner woman cursed and killed the equestrian teacher Talim.
She possessed a Grade '0' Sealed Artifact, or she might be a Divine Being of the same level.
She kept trying to meet me. Did she sense me using the gray fog to pry?
But soon, Klein found many inconsistencies.
How could a powerhouse of such terrifying strength be imprisoned by a Prince? Even if the Prince was backed by Augustus, and an Angel Family, it was not something a single Prince could achieve.
Furthermore, how could someone of that caliber fancy Talim?
"Stay a bit longer, then hand in this mission, declare myself incapable, and then use the excuse of a vacation in the South to leave Backlund and hide for a while. Hmm, this is the only way."
Klein made up his mind, and his mood gradually calmed.
But at this moment, his spirituality stirred, and he saw the carriage door open quickly, then close silently!
Before he could react, a figure rapidly materialized in the opposite seat—it was a Miss wearing a heavy black dress and a sapphire ring on her hand.
Klein 's mind buzzed, his pupils slightly contracted, and he decisively abandoned his original plans to attack or jump out of the carriage, remaining seated, not daring to move rashly.
Facing a demigod who possessed a Grade '0' Sealed Artifact or was of that level herself, even a small 'misunderstanding' could lead to a fatal disaster.
Looking more closely, the Miss before him appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen, with a slightly round face, long narrow eyes, and a gentle demeanor.
She was an exceptionally beautiful woman, but more importantly, Klein knew her.
"Trissy!"
Yes, this was the wanted Witch, and also the former Instigator, Tris.
"You know me…
"I knew you knew me!
"A Detective with extraordinary abilities would definitely pay special attention to all the wanted posters!"
Trissy, who had already transformed into a woman, was not surprised but delighted, her smile sweet.
Klein didn't know what she was happy about, and asked cautiously and doubtfully, "What do you want to do?"
"Report me!"
Trissy pursed her lips and smiled, "Go to the Night Watchers, Enforcers, and Machinery Hivemind to report me as soon as possible! Let them come here and catch me!"
Klein almost blurted out asking if her mind was still normal, then he thought, she would rather be confined behind Chanis Gate than stay in Red Rose Manor. Could it be that staying in Red Rose Manor was more dangerous and despairing than being caught by official organizations?
Klein couldn't help but ask in return, "What are you afraid of?"
Trissy paused for a second, her eyes became unfocused and distant, and she said, "Someone is manipulating my life."
The carriage continued towards the city. Suddenly, on the roadside, a tree with only bare branches ignited with a small flame, which rapidly grew higher. Klein 's figure then stepped out of the flame by the roadside.
He snapped his fingers repeatedly, his figure constantly flashing through the woods, quickly reaching the depths of the forest with the help of the firelight.
"Trissy Cheek… that's the Primal Witch's name. A Witch comes to Backlund to cause a Plague. Perhaps it's not for advancement, but to find sacrifices for the Primal Witch's revival."
"Trissy came to find me, I must have been targeted, I will be silenced, I must save myself!"
Klein took out a cold, ancient bronze whistle, put it to his mouth, and blew.
Dock Area.
Lex arrived at the event site and saw a long queue. His mother, Amelia, was behind a table, personally distributing winter clothes and a bag of food to each worker receiving aid.
These things might be a drop in the bucket for the workers, but the bag of food could at least sustain them for a day or two, or even a week if they rationed it carefully.
As for the winter clothes, though only one item, they were thick enough to better withstand the cold than the thin, torn autumn clothes they wore.
Lex adjusted his hat, and with Levto, walked through the dense fog to the long table.
"Mom, it's getting late. I've come to take you home." Lex said with a smile.
Amelia looked up and smiled, "Just a little longer, I'll be done soon."
Lex glanced at the long line, not knowing how many people were hidden in the fog, and it looked like it definitely wouldn't be finished in just an hour or two.
"How about this, I'll stay here, and you go back first." Lex suggested.
"Then why don't we finish this together and then go back together?"
"Alright, listen…"
Just then, Lex heard a deep whistling sound from mid-air. He looked up and saw a few flashes of firelight faintly in the dense fog above.
They streaked across the sky, and it seemed they would fall into the suburbs outside the city.
"This…" Lex frowned slightly, not knowing what it was, but instinctively felt danger.
Not long after, the ground shook violently, and a strong gust of wind swept from afar, but it failed to disperse the dense fog, only stirring the haze into a more turbid state.
People swayed like drunks, falling to the ground, causing a chorus of exclamations on the street.
The long table holding the charity items toppled to the ground, and the food and winter clothes spilled everywhere. The workers who got up no longer queued; they rushed forward, snatching food and clothes.
The scene was in Confusion.
"Don't snatch…" Amelia tried to stop the workers, but Lex held her back.
"We should go, Mom." Lex looked solemnly into the distance, where, behind the dense fog, a crimson firelight appeared, filled with an ominous aura.
Amelia did not insist, and was helped by Lex into the carriage.
"Barth, you drive." Lex called out, simultaneously flicking out several small flames that landed on the ground, creating small bursts of firelight, scaring away the workers and homeless people blocking the street, creating conditions for the carriage's passage.
The coachman had long since disappeared. Levto jumped onto the driver's seat, took up the reins, and with his strength easily brought the two startled brown horses under control, making them gallop towards Cherwood district.
At the same time.
In a secluded, deserted, dirty, and disgusting alley, someone emerged. It was a lady, dressed in a heavy, layered black dress, with a veil covering her face, and then she walked slowly through the streets.
"Unfortunately, I couldn't prepare more thoroughly…"
"The news leaked prematurely, the Three Great Churches all reacted, Trissy broke free from control, things are gradually getting out of hand, so the operation had to be moved up…"
The lady whispered softly, and after looking around, she stepped onto the street. Her pace was slow, as if she were strolling leisurely through the fog.
Wherever she passed, the fog quietly grew denser, tinged with a faint, slight iron-black color, making the already small visibility even smaller.
Iron-black and pale-yellow intertwined haze silently descended, surging without a sound.