Chapter 679 Tears
Mirror fragments?
Leonard felt his mind was even more confused than when he had just seen Klein Moretti's empty coffin. He stretched out his muddy hand, trying to pick up the fragment that seemed somewhat illusory in the dim tomb, but found that the moment his fingers touched the cold mirror, the latter silently disintegrated, turning into wisps of shimmering powder, sinking into the lining of the coffin, and disappeared without a trace.
Hallucination, or...
He touched the velvet lining and found that although the inside of the coffin was a little damp, there was no sign of a "corpse" lying there. The powder left by the broken mirror fragments was not real either. He almost doubted his eyes.
After a moment, Leonard raised his head and looked at Daly above him. He found that she had the same confused look on her face as he did. Only then did he confirm that what he had just seen was not an illusion.
"What do the mirror fragments that disappear when exposed to light mean?"
He asked softly, and only after he opened his mouth did he realize that his voice was a little hoarse.
"Perhaps it was the 'witch's' mirror spell. She used a mirror double in... that battle, as mentioned in your report."
Daly explained, her head lowered, her expression unclear inside the hood.
How could the mirror double possibly last for days, until we could put her in a coffin and bury her in the ground?
Leonard, who had witnessed the entire funeral, pursed his lips, not knowing how to refute the other party. He guessed that the person in his mind knew the answer, but with Daly here, he couldn't pretend to be crazy and talk to himself.
but……
"Anyway, there are no bodies in either grave, which confirms our suspicions. Klein and Angel are indeed still alive. They have changed their appearances, acquired new identities, and even tried to sneak into the Chanis Gate of Saint Samuel's Church to steal something!"
Leonard crawled out of the grave in two moves, holding the shovel tightly in one hand and clenching the other into a fist, repeating his thoughts as if to confirm.
But then, he discovered that Daly's mind was not on this at all, but was looking at another place in Raphael Cemetery.
Buried there is...
"team leader?"
A word popped out from the back of his throat. This was not the word he used to address Soest, the captain of his own "Red Gloves" team, but was reserved for that captain...
Dunn Smith.
Daly nodded slightly, then tightened her hood and strode towards another tombstone not far away.
Leonard also reacted, grabbed the shovel and followed Daly's footsteps, quickly surpassing her and heading towards the tombstone deep in his memory.
Yes, of the three “victims” of the Tingen God’s Descent incident, Klein is still alive, Angel is still alive, but what about the captain?
Thinking of this, Leonard felt his heart beat faster.
He no longer cared whether Klein was German Sparrow who had infiltrated Chanis Gate, or why Angel had reported the Witch Cult and infiltrated the Nighthawks. He only cared about what was going on in the third tomb and whether the captain he had buried with his own hands was still alive!
Suddenly, the footsteps behind me disappeared.
Leonard took two more steps forward before stopping and looking back at Daly who was following behind him.
The latter's hood slipped off as he walked quickly, and a few strands of black hair fell messily on his forehead. The emerald green eyes below were half closed, turning into pure black from time to time.
She was communicating with the spirits, questioning the spirits wandering in the cemetery... Leonard felt the atmosphere around him suddenly become colder than midnight, and waited quietly for the answer.
Soon, Daly opened her eyes again and looked at Leonard, who was looking expectant.
Then, they shed tears.
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"Welcome back from Intis, Miss Theresa."
Before leaving Trier, Angel sent a telegram to Backlund, informing his butler, Rebak, of his return time. Therefore, as soon as he got off the carriage, Angel was greeted by a chorus of male and female servants, gardeners, coachmen, and others lined up in two rows in the garden. He entered the manor villa, flanked by Rebak and the housekeeper, Ms. Kayla.
It seems that the butler has trained them a lot. This kind of reception style is a bit aristocratic, but the price is heartbreaking... Angel muttered half-enjoyed and half-uncomfortable, entered the living room, and waited for the two butlers to report to him what happened during their absence.
There wasn't much worth noting on the part of Kayla, who was in charge of housework, except that she spent a lot of money to keep the house running and prepared consumables for organizing the dances for the social season that had already begun. Instead, it was Ribak's report that made Angel frown.
"Baron Sindras wishes to visit at a later date?"
She repeated Riback's words, remembering how she had spread rumors some time ago about her intention to get to know retired military officers and nobles with relevant connections in order to get closer to the truth about the Backlund Great Smog. Riback then volunteered to contact his former employer, Baron Syndras.
Of course, since she later got in touch with Sander from the Veterans Club and accepted the "test" of opening up smuggling channels, she forgot about this clue. Unexpectedly, as soon as she returned home from Trier, Ribak brought up the matter again.
"Yes," Ryback nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, it's an informal visit."
This makes me worried. If he comes officially, it might just be a social interaction. If he comes privately, there might be something shameful going on… Angel pondered for a moment and asked:
"Do you understand his purpose?"
Ribak shook his head and said:
"I'm sorry, miss. I haven't had time to contact him about what you mentioned last time, so he probably wants to meet you for other reasons. Well, I guess it's related to the Veterans Club."
Then it's still about smuggling... A millionaire, a rising noble, came to me for no other reason than my beauty. It seems Sander and the officers behind him are already eager to start "business" and have even recommended me to others... Angel quickly figured out the connection and instructed his butler:
"I can meet with him. He will arrange the specific time, but he needs to inform me in advance."
Angel was also somewhat interested in this baron, who had become quite the talking point in Backlund's upper circles in recent years. Of course, this was mainly due to the rumors that he had donated millions of pounds to the title and had been lavishly acquiring properties and shares in various industries.
"By the way, please don't disturb me this afternoon. I'm exhausted from the journey and need a good rest... Tell my neighbors I'm back, and bring some Intis-style gifts befitting my status."
Seeing Ribak nod in agreement, Angel gave instructions to Ms. Kayla.
As for those "Intis gifts," the housekeeper was in charge of purchasing them. Backlund had many such souvenir shops, so there was no need for Angel to actually bring them back from Trier.
Anyway, no one really cares how they got from Intis to Loen... Angel scoffed at this complicated and expensive social event, but he had to integrate into it. After the two butlers left, he returned to the master bedroom on the third floor, refused the help of his personal maid Aisha, and personally put away the valuable items in the luggage that were not allowed to be touched by servants.
Only when he soaked himself in the bathtub, enjoying the hot water and aromatherapy, could Angel relax his mind and start thinking about his next actions.
After returning to Backlund, her top priority was to report to Archbishop Anthony and tell him everything that had happened in Trier, including the fact that the lurking "Nighthawk" had been replaced by the Man in the Mirror.
"However, before heading to Saint Samuel's Church, I need to visit Klein to learn more about his infiltration of Chanis Gate. This will prevent any conflict when I meet with the Archbishop due to my lack of understanding of the situation... Of course, even if Klein gets in trouble with the Goddess Church, it shouldn't be a big deal. Based on previous analysis, the entire operation to steal the notes might be under the watchful eyes of the church's top brass..."
In the bathroom after sending the maid away, Angel muttered to himself.
In addition, there are many things on the "action list" in her mind.
For example, the upcoming Pirate Conference. Once Elaine confirms the date, she needs to discuss it with Annie. Otherwise, she, the "Golden Queen," will be left alone, with only the "Reaper Legion" to pretend to be her own subordinates. Also, there's Triss's exploration progress, as well as the whereabouts of Qonas Kilger, a possible insider of the Great Smog. And then there's Sherman's roleplaying progress, and so on...
After organizing these information in his mind one by one, Angel got out of the bathtub, changed into a loose nightgown with the help of Elsa, locked the door to block his maid's surprised and envious gaze, and without any delay, he went into the full-length mirror in the bedroom and entered the "mirror world".
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160 Böklund Street, Dantes' house.
"Hugh, if we just stay next to Mr. Dantes and rest, we really don't have to worry about him being secretly murdered by others?"
A young woman who had hidden her slim figure and beautiful face under her cloak withdrew her gaze from the window and spoke to her companion beside her.
Hugh Dilcha, who was shorter but still as imposing as ever, chuckled and said:
"Don't worry. As I said, the 'Sheriff' can sense many things within his jurisdiction, including some evil and chaotic forces... If someone attacks our employer, I will know immediately."
Of course, if it's someone that even I can't find, then we probably won't be able to defeat him, and it's useless even if we find him... She added in her mind, secretly glancing at her friend, Sherman.
After the latter became a "witch" and was transformed into a complete woman due to the side effects of the potion, it was as if a switch was turned on, and she quickly adapted to another gender and identity, including changes in clothing, behavior and mentality. Sometimes it even made Xio feel that the other person had lived as a woman for more than 20 years, and he was the one who had just become a woman for less than half a month.
But no matter what, she continued to treat me as a friend and completed this bodyguard commission with me when Fors slipped away to Trier to travel alone. This shows that she is still the same Sherman, no, Sherman... Xio laughed again at the other party's puzzled gaze and looked to the side of the bedroom.
Just across the wall was their employer these days, Dwayne Dantes, who was being threatened by others due to business issues.
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