Chapter 035 Christmas Eve Will Never Come
The appearance of the investigation team made the situation clear in an instant.
Beatrice and the others had no power to resist at all. Although they had the advantage in numbers, they were not as strong as the investigation team in terms of military strength.
This time, the surprise attack by the University of Michigan investigators captured all of them. Due to the terrain, these pagans were like turtles in a jar and could not escape at all, so the battlefield was not expanded.
Rong Le stood not far away and watched the investigation team surround Beatrice. The wizard completely sealed the woman, and Beatrice, who had lost her power, could no longer stir up trouble.
Team leader: "This operation was very successful. Everyone is trapped here. We have captured Beatrice and others in one fell swoop."
"Is that natural?"
Rong Le looked at the scene in front of her with some nonchalance: "We've already come this far. If they can still let people escape, then they need to go back and learn again."
The team leader couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "Tina is very outstanding. The investigation team he leads has made outstanding achievements. The school is also very optimistic about them."
"Really?" Rong Le raised the corner of her mouth.
As he spoke, Tina came running over, weapon in hand. Her expression was calm, a little blood accidentally stained her pale face. She pretended to be cold, like a ferocious beast that had just emerged from a bloody battle, but her tone was filled with what she thought was a well-concealed excitement:
"Teacher, all the pagans here have been wiped out. Do you have any further instructions?"
"Follow the previous process, clean up the battlefield, and then you can go back and rest."
After Rong Le finished speaking, she casually raised her hand to wipe the blood off Tina's face.
Tina was stunned, and her pale face instantly showed some excitement.
Rong Le immediately withdrew her hand and said calmly, "Ask your team leader about the next arrangements. I will discuss the remaining actions with him."
The leader of the team has already come out from the dark. After this battle, there is no need to hide themselves anymore. Christmas Eve is just around the corner, so they might as well take this opportunity to demonstrate to the hidden forces of Polant.
"Alright, alright, mission accomplished! It feels good not to have to write a report."
Rong Le stretched and walked out: "I'll leave the rest to you. I still have to go to work."
Tina raised her foot without thinking and wanted to go together: "Teacher, I will help you!"
Rong Le waved his hand without even turning his head. The team leader grabbed him and said, "Why are you leaving? Who will be in charge of the investigation team if you leave?"
Tina was very cold: "Whatever."
Team Leader: "...Is this something we can just do casually?! Even if they're relieved, they can't do without the captain!"
Liu Guangye who was passing by: ...The person who is the most worrying in our team is the captain.
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church.
After hearing the information, Shijin was in a trance and was stunned for several seconds before telling Fairlight the news.
"Bliss was wiped out?"
Fairlight closed the documents on the table and whispered, "As expected of the University of Michigan."
"Your Excellency the Bishop, then we..." Shijin made a chopping gesture.
Fairlight: "No need. Beatrice has nothing to do with us. If you want to wipe her out, then go ahead and wipe her out. She won't be an eyesore."
Shijin: "So what should we do next? Should we still proceed as planned?"
Fair gave him a faint glance. Shijin didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Fairlight had never stared at him for so long and so meaningfully.
"On schedule."
Shijin lowered his eyes.
"Yes, Your Excellency."
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Rong Le returned to the hotel and took a short nap.
Perhaps because he was too tired, he did not sleep well, or perhaps because he stopped taking the medicine, the hallucinations came back again.
This time the hallucination was a little different from usual. In addition to the crazy and chaotic mumbling, there was more substantial content.
It was as if someone was constantly reminding him in his ear:
"Time is running out."
Rong Le wanted to find the source of the sound, but he couldn't see anything clearly. He just felt that something was watching him.
His body was huge and hidden behind the thick fog. Rong Le was unable to find out his true appearance. He only felt that a deep gaze was always watching him, following him like a shadow.
Where are you? Rong Le said.
Maybe He heard it, maybe He didn't.
After an indistinguishable amount of time passed, Rong Le suddenly woke up.
He stared at the ceiling and gasped.
...This is the hotel, his room.
Rong Le turned over and sat up. The sky outside was already slightly bright. He slept until the next day.
He got out of bed, put on his shoes, and prepared to go get himself something to eat.
His brain was still a little slow, and he walked slowly, still thinking about the new tasks released by the system.
[Main quests 1-4, stop Fairlight's conspiracy and protect Polant.]
Not only that, this time even the character missions have been updated.
[Role Mission: 7. Lead your teammates to resolve the crisis and leave Portland. Success is achieved if you have three teammates.]
The character quests began to overlap with the main storyline quests, and the content of the quests was no different from what Rong Le had guessed, except...
His eyes lingered on the last sentence.
"A success is considered when there are three teammates?"
Rong Le: "Are you giving me a death quota?"
The overly cold mission requirements make the sense of separation particularly severe. For players who are in the foggy city, this is not a game, but reality.
This feeling of not taking human life seriously is particularly chilling.
But this also indirectly shows that this mission is extremely difficult.
Rong Le's heart sank slightly.
He walked to the door and as soon as he opened it, several letters fell to the ground.
Rong Le bent down and picked up the letter.
"Onn?" He raised an eyebrow.
Rong Le opened the letter and read its contents.
"Good morning, Mr. Detective, you didn't disappoint me. You led the team to eliminate Beatrice and her followers, and taught Polant a vivid lesson. I believe everyone knows that there is a group of people here who specialize in hunting them. I guess everyone will become more obedient."
It looked like just a boring greeting, Rong Le finished reading it and opened the next one.
The next letter was from Harry.
"It's amazing... Little Detective, you've accomplished something that many people haven't. Perhaps I've always underestimated you, but I will remain humble and get to know you better."
"By the way, thank you for letting our society's leader finally show up. We have a small gift for you. I hope you like it."
The letter was vague and he did not expect any gifts from the pagans.
The last letter was an official letter from the local church in Portland, which stated the death of the church's auxiliary official Shi Jin in a serious manner.
The church will hold a memorial service for him. I hope everyone can come to the church to pray for him and see him for the last time.
The date is today at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
The live broadcast room suddenly exploded:
“???”
"What?! The assorted beauty is dead?!"
"I don't believe it!! This must be fake! My beautiful lady!!"
Rong Le stood there in a daze for a moment.
Shijin's sudden death made him suddenly realize that Orianna was far from the last enemy.
There are also many people who use their own methods and everything they can to achieve their goals.
He wiped out Beatrice, but there were more enemies waiting for him.
He didn't want to delve into the real cause of Shijin's death. Maybe he could find out by going to the church, but he no longer wanted to go.
As soon as Rong Le went out, she saw Fairlight standing opposite her.
It seemed like she was waiting for him, and when she saw him come out, her eyes shifted over.
Fairlight explained, "Shijin had been thinking about taking the top job for a long time. I just took advantage of his strategy and teamed up with others to take action last night."
Rong Le: "It seems I shouldn't have slept last night. I missed so many wonderful things."
Rong Le's expression was very calm, as if this incident did not cause any waves in his heart. He looked up at Fairlight nonchalantly.
"Your Excellency, you didn't come here just to say this, did you?"
"Call me Phil," he corrected him again.
As Fairlight spoke, he smiled self-deprecatingly, as if he was helpless and as if he remembered something worth remembering.
"Never mind. Anything is fine."
As he spoke, his eyes paused at Rong Le's clothes: "The weather is not very good today. It might snow tonight. You are wearing too little."
Rong Le turned around and was about to leave.
Fairlight stopped him and said, "Wait, I'm here to persuade you to leave here. This is your last chance."
Rong Le: "We will not give up on Polante."
Fairlight: "What's so good about this place? This town should have been destroyed long ago, and now it's just heading towards its destined fate."
"If you're worried about the spread of the virus to other areas, I can promise to keep Orianna under control and prevent her from causing any more trouble."
Rong Le: "You should know that the descendants of the evil god cannot disappear with the destruction of Polant."
"Belis is just an executor. There is an even larger organization behind her. Even if you escape from Beatrice's control, you cannot escape your predetermined fate."
From the moment Fairlight became bishop, his fate was forever entangled with that of the church.
Rong Le whispered, "You've never been free."
A part of the evil god has been integrated into his bones and blood, giving Fairlight a whole new meaning. He will complete the plan on behalf of Beatrice. This is not just a selfish desire, but also a mission he must do.
"Although I haven't figured out why you know me, I don't hate you. If I hadn't met you here, we might have become friends."
But there are no ifs.
Rong Le: "The next time we meet will be a decisive battle, and I will win, Feier."
This was the first time he called him that.
Fairlight was silent for a moment, feeling that the situation was somewhat ironic.
He said calmly, "See you tonight, then."
This planning that has lasted for more than ten years has finally come to an end.
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Orianna rested her chin on her hand and watched her brother prepare things quietly.
Cohen took out the things in the office and counted them. She also ran to the military police station, wanting to wait for Cohen to go home together after get off work.
The sunlight shining on Cohen's face made the moment so warm and peaceful.
When Orianna was first adopted by Cohen, she actually hated Cohen.
Although they were neighbors and had interactions from time to time, and people of the same age would sometimes play together, she was just pretending to be well-behaved and sensible. In fact, she hated everyone, including the neighbor boy.
Until they grew up, she successfully broke away from her mother's control with the help of Harry and Fairlight, and the neighbor boy suddenly appeared and planned to adopt her.
What else could he plan to do by adopting her?
Orianna felt that she had just an ordinary relationship with the boy from the neighborhood, and she never cared what others thought. Perhaps this boy, like other men, had other intentions towards her.
But it doesn't matter. As long as Cohen is still useful, she can be this so-called sister.
But unlike what she had imagined, Orianna's life thereafter was ridiculously ordinary.
After adopting her, Cohen actually worked hard like his brother to improve the family's living standards. Her skirt had been worn for a long time and was very old, but even if she didn't say anything, he would find out and she would get a new skirt the next day.
He would smile at her gently and stand in front to protect her when others bullied her.
She asked Cohen why he protected her like this?
He neither asks for anything nor expects anything, but just makes this meaningless contribution. If he is not really stupid, then he is a complete fool.
But the still thin boy replied as a matter of course: "Because you are my sister, I said I would protect you."
Faced with this pure kindness, Orianna's first reaction was to hide.
Is she such a dirty person worthy of such warm care? If Cohen knew what his cute and well-behaved sister, whom he thought needed protection, was like behind the scenes, would he feel disappointed or disgusted?
She didn't want him looking at her like that.
But she had no way out.
Just as Fairlight is tasked with shouldering the church's unfinished mission, so too is Orianna.
They gradually sank into the hatred of this decadent Poland, their roots rooted in the mud, and they could never escape.
This huge conspiracy to destroy Polant has been planned for many years, and they can no longer stop it and get out of it just by wanting to. It is like an intricate meshing of gears that can only be pushed forward.
No matter how much warmth and precious people they encounter along the way, these beautiful and tear-jerking things, they cannot grasp them in the end.
This is the fate of everyone in Portland.
"Olley, Ollie."
Cohen looked at her and smiled: "What are you thinking about? You've been staring at me and you didn't respond when I called you."
Orianna blinked and smiled expertly, "Because my brother was so focused on packing things, I was stunned."
She said it frankly. Cohen, who was praised by his sister, coughed twice in embarrassment and said, "What's so good about me?"
"Brother is very handsome when he is serious."
Orianna held her chin in her hand and answered seriously.
She pursed her lips and said softly, "Brother, it's already afternoon."
"Yeah, the sun is almost setting," Cohen said casually, "it's time for us to go home."
Cohen said as he packed up his things. After a while, he noticed that Oli didn't respond. He looked up and found that she was still looking at him. He couldn't help but smile helplessly: "What's wrong? Why are you so clingy today?"
"I want to see my brother more."
Orianna replied.
"You can see me anytime. It's not the last time."
Cohen smiled and sighed. Seeing that Oli was quiet, he patted her head and turned back to pack his things.
Cohen was suddenly hit hard on the back of his neck and fell to the ground before he could react.
Orianna, who had been sitting at the table, stood up. She dragged Cohen to the bench next to her and made him lie down, covering him with a thin blanket to prevent him from catching a cold.
During this time, there were suddenly shouts of terror and roars of unknown creatures outside, and blood splattered on the windows, indicating what kind of tragedy was happening outside.
Orianna was very calm until this moment, when her soft and docile exterior faded away, leaving only her cold and indifferent inner self. Her bright golden hair and pale blue pupils reflected the bloody tragedy outside, as if some long-suppressed flame of anger was growing wildly.
Orianna opened the door, paused at the door, turned her head and said softly:
"Goodbye, brother."
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