Chapter 639 We Are in the Light, Death Is in the Dark
After Afra returned Bertrand to safe house number 39, she hid nearby with Akemi Miyano and Scotland.
Having learned their lesson from the discovery of Safe House No. 3 last time, they now eliminate any suspicious individuals they see without the slightest hesitation.
At that moment, a black figure appeared near Safe House No. 39. Afra slightly lifted her eyelids to peek at it, then silently closed her eyes again.
Asti pushed open the door and entered, and the next second a silver-haired boy rushed over and hugged her.
He seemed somewhat helpless, and slowly stroked the other's head. A flash of bright blue light appeared, and the other's wet hair dried instantly.
"Aste, you're back just in time!"
Bertrand pulled him to the sofa, where Gin was sitting.
He pushed Asti onto the single sofa, and only after he was seated did Bertrand run around looking for the letter he had carelessly tossed aside, its whereabouts unknown.
Then he found a few letters scattered in the corner.
Gin glanced at them; they were four identical letters.
Just then, the door to the safe house opened again, and the beautiful witch with long platinum blonde hair, Vermouth, entered.
She winked at Bertrand, "Sweetheart, is there something urgent that you called me over so late?"
Bertrand nodded repeatedly, waving four ornate, unopened letters in his hand. "It's urgent, it's urgent."
After Vermouth sat down on the sofa, the boy looked at the lower left corner of the envelopes, handed them to them one by one, and said, "These are letters I received several days ago, but I haven't opened them yet."
"Is this all we have?" Gin glanced at the lower left corner where his codename 'Gin' was written, his brows furrowed, and his tone turned much colder.
"It seems so, it even has our code name written on it." Vermouth's smile remained radiant, but her tone carried a hint of venomous danger.
Bertrand cast the letter over his shoulder and hummed softly, “I didn’t really care about these letters, but I got some important information while eavesdropping on a detective today. I’ll tell you when the church sends me some news.”
As he spoke, he rummaged in his bag and pulled out a cube about the size of a fingernail, with something resembling a camera on the front.
A short while later, a red light flashed on the camera, and then a virtual screen popped up.
"..."
Apart from Bertrand, the others remained unusually silent.
The virtual screen displays—
[Should I respond to an incoming call?]
Bertrand reached out and nodded, then explained to Gin and the others, "This was left to me by the witch on the other side; she said it was a communication tool."
Although church members don't actually use such technological tools, they only do so because the Black Organization is a technological organization.
After the connection was established, the figures of the three people on the other end appeared on the virtual screen.
Vermouth: "..."
She suddenly understood why the other party was so dismissive of cooperating with them.
"Did you receive it? This fancy letter." Bertrand asked first, waving the envelope in his hand.
"received."
The church side remained as mysterious as ever, using voice changers at all times.
Sitting in the main seat, Morataya gave a cold laugh. "They really have guts. They know we're investigating them, yet they still dare to send an invitation."
Bertrand nodded in agreement, his bright smile softening as it didn't reach his eyes. "Exactly, they're so arrogant."
"So what information did you get?"
Gin looked down at the letter in his hand and interrupted their attempt to remain silent.
"It's about that experimental base. I eavesdropped on a detective who also received their invitation letter, and from them I learned that the organization is called 'Death'," Bertrand replied, picking at the sealing wax on the envelope.
"The end of life, eternal annihilation, destruction, death..." Morataya murmured softly, which both of them could hear clearly.
"But what they did was much more than what the name suggests." The woman's voice, made eerie and cold by a voice changer, came from behind the hood of her white-gold cloak. "What they did was to give life a second chance at life, even when it was about to end."
"It's like treating yourself as the Grim Reaper, casually toying with the lives and deaths of others," Bertrand replied nonchalantly.
"However, their ultimate goal is probably immortality."
One of the people next to Morataya spoke up. Her voice was not disguised, and they could tell at a glance that it was Liz's voice.
Vermouth leaned back on the sofa, maintaining her elegance at all times, a half-smile playing on her lips. "A good target, but a pity."
"So, these letters were all sent by that organization called Death?"
Ignoring Asti, who is currently being controlled like a robot, Gin is arguably the most composed of them all.
If you ignore the chilling killing intent in his eyes.
Morataya calmly replied, "That's right. The Möbius strip on this clearly represents the idea that life never ends. As for why it's a snake, it's probably just a symbol, like your black raven."
At the end, she shrugged.
Vermouth: "..."
Black is much better than your conspicuous white and gold. You guys don't even change into black clothes when it's dark.
Morataya: You inelegant folks have the nerve to say that? We have hidden strength, do you?
Let's get back to the main topic.
They opened the envelope and looked inside.
The content was almost identical, except for the way the other party addressed them.
Vermouth raised an eyebrow slightly as she looked at the date. "Inviting us now for something so far in the future?"
“They probably didn’t just post it for fun; they might be doing something during this time,” Morataya speculated.
Finally, she added a reminder, "To Death, you are in the light while they are in the dark, so be careful."
The Black Organization's side: "..."
What does it mean to say we are in the light and death is in the dark?
"Alright, we'll try to find out what Death is up to. As for you guys... try to find another fragment of the Gemstone."
After saying that, the other party immediately turned off the communication without any hesitation.
An unusual silence fell over the safe house; it was an eerie stillness.
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