Chapter 95 Dispatch
St Amanda's School, Eaglewind West Suburb.
At noon, Dorothy, who had finally come to school in her school uniform, was walking alone in the school garden. She looked at her emptied wallet with a sad expression.
After a few questions, Dorothy spent a huge sum of 170 pounds on Oldfashion in one go. The 335 pounds in cash that she had saved with great difficulty was now only 165 pounds, which was reduced by more than half in an instant.
"Whew... Although it's a bit expensive, at least I got the key intelligence. To be honest, I didn't expect to get so much information, so this wave is worth it."
Dorothy thought that although she was not in a hurry to deal with the mentor of the Holy Communion, she must do a good job of preliminary intelligence work. Although she was a bit adventurous by nature, she would not fight a battle without confidence, and she must do a good job of preparation before taking the risk.
Although she now knew some information about the mentor, it was still not enough. The other party was one level higher than her and was not as easy to deal with as Buck and the others.
Now the activities of the Holy Communion in Igwynte have completely stopped. Dorothy did not immediately go to Clifford's house due to spiritual exhaustion. When she went to White Pearl Street after her rest, she found that the bookstore was empty. Now Dorothy estimated that the remaining strength of the Holy Communion had been concentrated on the mentor.
In short, although Dorothy has begun to collect information about the mentor, it is not the time to take action yet, because there are more urgent things in front of her.
'Happy business, Miss Meshhos. Although I know you are busy studying mysteries every day and have no time to come to school, I still need to remind you that it is almost the end of the semester and you still have no social practice results. Even if you pass the exam in the end but have no practical results, it is still difficult to give you a high score in the overall evaluation.'
Recalling Odmi's words, Dorothy looked depressed. Since she was a transfer student in the school, she didn't expect the end of the semester to come so soon.
"Hmm... My anti-cult work has caused a lot of controversy in the city, so it can't be considered social practice. Really, I have to take time out to do these useless things again."
As Dorothy was thinking, she put her wallet back into her schoolbag, and then the bag bearer took out a form, which listed the recommended projects for social practice of St. Amanda's School. Most of them recommended students to go to various institutions for internships. This was what Dorothy specifically asked Odd for before she left.
"It seems that I have to choose one carefully to deal with it after I go home..."
Looking at the form in her hand, Dorothy scratched her head and muttered, then continued walking forward.
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In the afternoon, on the basement floor of the Baishushan Building.
The Igwinter Security Bureau was still busy today. James was sitting in the director's office looking at something when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Following James' voice, the office door opened and the tall Turner walked in.
"Director, we have found out everything about the house on Baiyinhebin."
Turner said as he came to James' desk. James nodded, adjusted his glasses and said.
"Well, thank you for your hard work. So what is the specific situation?"
"The owner of that house is Buck Stoll, a member of the board of directors of the Iron Mud Barge Company. His hometown is in the Land of Alan. His ancestors were knights who were awarded honors. He made his fortune by selling off his ancestors' real estate. He has a certain reputation in the upper class of Igwinter."
"Haha, his ancestors were knights...so what about the mummy?" James continued to ask, and Turner immediately answered.
"The mummified corpse found in the secret room does have the symbol that Greg took a picture of, so we can basically confirm that he is one of the leaders of the Holy Communion who fought with us at the dock. His mummification is serious and is close to a mummy. It may be difficult to restore his appearance. Through the identification of the captives, we only know his name is Clifford, but we don't know anything else because the surviving captives are all affiliated with the Buck base, and we don't know the specific information of the leaders of other bases."
"Colifford... this name is not uncommon, but it's difficult to check this name..." James said with a frown, and at this time Turner asked again.
"By the way, Chief, I see that the sealed vault is currently undergoing security upgrades and has not been open for a long time. Was the theft last time serious?"
"It's not serious actually. Thanks to Ada, we only lost some spiritual storage and one extraordinary item."
"Having extraordinary items circulate in the Holy Communion... wouldn't that be a bit dangerous?" Turner asked with some concern, while James answered rather lightly.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about it. The lost thing is okay to play with, but it's actually not very useful. If that brat Brandon knew its function, he probably wouldn't steal it.
"If that thing wants to be useful, it needs to be fed with some 'Qi'. But if the bureau can apply for 'Qi', how can it be fed with it? There are not enough for divination in so many cases."
James said with a smile, then put the item in his hand on the table.
"But no matter how you look at it, the bureau has suffered losses. It's such a pity. If I hadn't gone to church that morning, this wouldn't have happened." James said with some emotion. Listening to his words, Turner complained.
"Humph, those charlatans, they just want to buy some more 'lamps', but they made the procedures so complicated and insisted on letting you pass through."
“It’s not just a matter of buying spirituality, there are also some official matters that need to be negotiated.”
"Official business?" Turner was stunned when he heard James' words, and James pushed a piece of paper on the table in front of him. Turner couldn't help but frowned after seeing it.
"Regarding the dispatch of the Tivian Parish Holy Relic Recovery Team to Igwen County?"
"Last month, the place where the Radiant Church bishop, 'Swift Sword' Dekker, was martyred three hundred years ago was discovered in Red Creek Town. The Divian Diocese sent a holy relic recovery team to recover Dekker's holy remains and relics. Red Creek Town is within the territory of Igwen County, so they had to inform me of this matter in advance. I went there that day to discuss this matter with them."
James said in a deep voice. After listening to his words, Turner thought for a moment and then spoke directly.
"Red Creek Town... is it so far? It's on the border of our county. Do they want us to help recycle it? We've been so busy lately, and it's so far away. We don't have enough manpower."
"It's not a favor, but a routine notification to ask for some intelligence support. After all, there have been signs of activities by the heretic of the Glorious Light in the southwest of the kingdom recently."
"Heretical Radiance Cult..."
"According to the intelligence, it should be the 'Savior's Advent Sect'. Although there is no sign in our county yet, there have been many reports from neighboring counties, so the church is paying attention to it..." As he spoke, James stood up, turned around and looked at the large map of Igwin County posted behind him, and focused his eyes on a landmark on the edge of the target.
"Their recovery team should be here today. Hopefully there won't be any accidents."
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