Chapter 318 Outbreak
Several Mechanical Hearts looked at their captain in confusion. When they had previously made plans with Isengard Stanton, Ikanser had promised not to attempt to investigate the identity of the unofficial Beyonder in this incident, but why...
"I won't arrest her, but we need to understand each other's identities to avoid any other problems or even endanger everyone."
The deacon explained in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the silver mirror, examining the image displayed on it.
After a brief pause, the silver mirror plunged the carriage into darkness, and the light coming in from the window seemed to be blocked by an invisible curtain.
Then, a white arm appeared on the surface of the silver mirror. It obviously belonged to a woman. A silver chain was tied around the wrist, on which hung a yellow crystal with fine cracks and a coin-sized "Dark Holy Emblem" engraved with the Crimson Moon.
In the angle of the picture displayed by Arrodes, the yellow crystal was in the main position, blocking the holy emblem that made several "Mechanical Hearts" suddenly realize.
Then, the scene changed. In the center of the stacked Loen-style buildings, a huge church with multiple spires, elegant domes, and a towering bell tower appeared in the center of the silver mirror. Above the stained glass reflecting the sunlight was a huge emblem with a deep black background, dotted with bright stars, and surrounded by half of a crimson moon.
Several members of the Mechanical Heart immediately recognized it as Saint Samuel's Church, the headquarters of the Church of the Evernight Goddess in the Backlund Diocese.
"One of our own?"
A young team member asked doubtfully.
Obviously, Arrodes's "answer" showed that the young woman, Eileen Watson, had a close relationship with the Church of the Evernight Goddess. It was possible that the relationship was similar to the cooperative relationship between the "Mechanical Heart" and Isengard Stanton, or even a step further, that she was a member of the "Nighthawks".
The Nighthawks and the Mechanical Heart belong to different churches. They are certainly not their true "insiders", but they are even less likely to be enemies, especially when facing a target like the "Apostle of Desire".
In any case, judging by the information Arrodes had provided so far, it would be impolite for him to investigate further.
After realizing this, several mechanical hearts cast sympathetic glances at the captain, who was looking solemnly at the words appearing on the surface of the silver mirror. The word "punishment" was as red as blood and was clearly visible in the dim carriage.
"Does the man you like like you back?"
Restored, this sealed object suddenly "returned to normal"!
A few drops of cold sweat appeared on Ikanser's forehead. His body was stiff and he quickly looked at the other team members in the car. Some of these mechanical hearts were watching the street scene that was constantly receding outside the window, while others were studying the palm lines on their palms, but without exception, they all glanced at him out of the corner of their eyes.
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"Boom—"
There was a rumble of thunder outside the window, low and distant.
"Is it going to rain?"
The red-haired assistant Delia looked out the window. Not much sunlight entered the first floor of this poorly lit house, so she couldn't judge the weather outside.
"No, the thunder wasn't coming from the sky; it might be coming from other blocks," Isengard, who had recovered somewhat, picked up the pipe he had discarded during the battle, lit it with a match, and answered amidst the curling smoke. "Back to the question just now, given the current situation, I agree with the Mechanical Heart's suggestion. It would be best for everyone to stay here for a while, accepting their protection and helping each other to avoid being defeated one by one."
"We both have no objection. We've already been here for two days, so it won't matter if we stay a few more days."
Female detective Kaslana was the first to express her opinion. After seeing the demonized "Apostle of Desire", she no longer had any hope. If she met this guy outside, she and her assistant might not even have the chance to call for help.
Isengard then turned his gaze to another pair of people. Sherlock's windbreaker was soiled in the previous battle and had been taken off and hung aside. He was standing next to Miss Irene Watson, who had come to accept the commission. The latter had been a little abnormal after the battle with the "Apostle of Desire". She had been sitting silently on the sofa with her head lowered. The skin on her exposed hands and neck was abnormally light red.
"By the way, I seem to have forgotten to introduce this Beyonder to you," he said, looking at Sherlock, who was showing concern. He understood and smiled slightly. "Miss Irene Watson is a powerful Beyonder who was asked by a friend of mine to help. You should have seen her strength just now. She has been hiding nearby in order to make the 'Apostle of Desire' misjudge our combat effectiveness and step into the trap."
Angel nodded, agreeing with Isengard Stanton's explanation.
She lowered her head at this moment, entirely because all the desires ignited by the "Apostle of Desire" in her body had filled every part of her body. The words of others, the eye contact, and even the accidental touch of her fingers when she took the coffee handed to her by Sherlock just now would make all kinds of strange thoughts emerge in her mind.
Even though she had taken off the "Ring of Madness" before the battle and only used the Beyonder characteristic of the "Faceless Man" to disguise herself as "Erin", the various desires that had accumulated for a long time would not disappear just because the negative effects stopped. The "Apostle of Desire" was keenly aware of this and directed most of the "mental shock" caused by the demonic horns at her.
If that guy hadn't noticed the incoming "Mechanical Heart" and immediately fled to protect himself, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to fight back in that situation...
Angel thought secretly, feeling her heartbeat speeding up again. She interrupted Isengard's introduction and asked softly:
"Mr. Stanton, is there a room upstairs where I can rest?"
Isengard, shaking his pipe, was stunned for a moment, and immediately said:
"Of course, the detectives have been resting on the second floor of my house these past two days. Um, the innermost bedroom on the east side has never been used before, so you can stay there temporarily..."
He looked at Sherlock, who understood and nodded.
"I'll take her upstairs."
Angel declined Sherlock's offer of support and quickly left the living room, walking through the hallway and heading for the stairs leading to the second floor, followed closely by the young detective. Only after they were far away from the living room and could no longer hear the other three people's discussion did Sherlock whisper:
"Are you okay? Were you hurt just now?"
"The mental shock from the Apostle of Desire just now has some effect on me. I just need to rest for a while."
Angel answered quickly. In the quiet stairwell, she realized that her voice had involuntarily taken on a hint of seduction. It reminded her of the "pleasure witches" she had met before and the various "methods" they displayed. The seductive power of language was a major factor, and then...
Forcefully shaking off the strange thoughts in her mind, she lowered her voice and said:
"You have to be careful. Isengard Stanton should be the 'Eye of Wisdom'. Although he looks a little different, his ring is exactly the same as the one used by the Eye of Wisdom at the party."
"I saw it too. Besides, he might have recognized me... Are you really okay?"
Sherlock answered with a frown. The two of them had already walked up the stairs to the second floor. When they stepped into the corridor, Angel stumbled and almost tripped himself to the ground.
"It's okay, just rest... just one night's rest will be enough..."
After asking Sherlock to point out the location of the room, Angel again declined his company and quickly went to the east side of the corridor, opened the door, slipped in, and locked the door.
She didn't even have time to climb onto the single bed. She gasped and knelt on the carpet beside the door, covering her mouth and trying her best not to make any strange noises.
Since a while ago, she had been trying to use the Pleasure Witch's ability to control her body, adjust her emotions, and release the long-suppressed desire that had been triggered. However, unlike her previous attempts, this time the long-accumulated desire could not be eliminated by subtle adjustments.
Of course, she already knew the solution, but she just couldn't let go of her fragile self-esteem and didn't have the courage to try.
With an expression that was hard to tell whether it was smiling or crying, Angel collapsed on the carpet, completely giving up control of his body and the suppression of his emotions, allowing the desire that had never stopped since the promotion to "joy" and was even gradually rising to flow freely throughout his body.
Staring blankly at the dark ceiling, what emerged in her mind was a figure who had only been with her for two months, but who was extremely profound and kept lingering in her memory.
“Klein…”
From her tightly pursed lips, she squeezed out a trembling name.
…
Across the door, a hand was hanging in the air, about to knock on the door.
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