Chapter 343 What role do you want to play?
"Ahem, it's 'her,'" Sherlock, who was about to bring his coffee to his lips, coughed as if choked, and replied, "A mid-Sequence Beyonder whom I met at the Brave Bar. She has some connections in Backlund's underground world, and I've received help from her before."
“It’s just cooperation, there’s no other communication.”
He added.
I just subconsciously asked, why do you have to explain so much...
Angel looked away uneasily, but felt strangely relieved.
The living room fell into a brief silence.
By the way, the purpose of my visit today is...
She remembered her main mission and looked at Sherlock again. She found that he was looking at her with a smile on his face and said quickly:
"I came here today to..."
She told Sherlock in detail about tracking down Barron's house last night, interrogating him, and fighting with Heras and killing the psychic.
After hearing what happened last night, the Beyonder detective put away his smile, crossed his legs, and fell into deep thought.
"Are you sure the military, or even the royal family, are involved in this? Is it just because of the Beyonders through the Arbitrator pathway? No matter how closely the potion formulas are kept, there will always be wild Beyonders who get their hands on them."
He asked after a moment.
"Not only that, but the Beyonders who were present at the Capin household last time, as well as the police's cold response before and after the incident, all indicate that human trafficking is far from simple. Most importantly, there's a high probability of some kind of collaboration between the royal family and the Witch Cult, and the latter has been confirmed to be one of the organizers of the human trafficking."
Angel explained patiently.
"As far as I know, a prince of the Loen royal family, Edessac Augustus, fell in love with a commoner woman named Triss. You should be familiar with her."
After a moment of confusion, Sherlock's eyes widened and he whispered back:
"Tingen City?"
"Yes, that 'witch'. She has become a Sequence 6 'Witch of Pleasure'."
Angel whispered, as if afraid that the voice would be heard by a third party.
"But I remember, wasn't she a male 'instigator'? How could the prince actually fall in love with her?" Sherlock's mouth twitched, as if he had heard something incredible. "This reminds me of an ancient tome I recently read. It mentioned the 'Original Witch', the being worshipped by the Witch Cult. Her name is 'Chik', which is a male name! Could it be that when the Witch Cult selects its members, they intentionally choose people of this type, out of some kind of perverse taste, or because of the sect's purpose?"
"'Original Witch' Chike..."
Angel was a little shocked when she heard this secret for the first time, but she quickly returned to her topic and continued:
"Your suspicion is correct. Triss certainly doesn't love the prince, while the prince's love is so intense it seems unreal. However, their relationship is likely...interfered with and arranged by a certain object."
Not daring to say the name of the item, Angel just gave him a look, and when Sherlock heard the word "arrangement", he immediately understood what the other party meant. He pursed his lips and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes.
After a long while, he continued to speak, picking up Angel's words:
"So, considering the Aurora Society that recently attempted to summon the evil god at the docks, this group of people has gathered again, even including a certain prince... But why would such a high-ranking figure get involved in this? It can't be for... greater power?"
As the fifth child of the current King George III of Loen, Edessac would normally have no hope of inheriting the throne. If he wanted to make further progress, he would probably have to create some "abnormal" situation, such as making himself the first heir, or simply plotting a rebellion...
Their eyes met, and they both saw the same guess in each other's eyes.
"It seems that what your friend at the party said was right. This is a very complicated matter..."
Sherlock sighed, reaching for his coffee cup only to find it empty.
Angel helped him fill it in and said with a wry smile:
"Now I don't know whether I should report it or not. Even an official Beyonder would probably act cautiously in the face of the infighting within the royal family, let alone the ordinary police. They would just stuff the report letter into the deepest part of the file room, hoping that no one would see it for a hundred years."
"Of course we have to report it. Capin's case was the responsibility of the Punisher, and it was eventually reported in the newspapers. The three major churches and the royal family are not on the same page, and there are even conflicts of interest. Moreover, this is just the action of a prince who is lower in the line of succession. Other members of the royal family may not agree with his actions, especially King George III, who is in his prime..."
Stroking his increasingly thick beard, Sherlock analyzed:
"However, reporting requires a proper method. If you report directly, or hire a homeless person to deliver the letter like last time, it will be easy for you to be traced. It would be best to find a channel that can contact the royal family through the nobles, have Prince Edessak's political enemies come forward, and turn this into an internal conflict within the royal family."
Noble...Miss Audrey!
Angel immediately thought of a good idea. "Justice" Audrey could influence other nobles through her father to muddy the waters, and he could contact them through the "Tarot Club", making it difficult to be tracked by other means.
When Edessak is caught in the crossfire within the royal family, he will report the matter to the three major churches, saying that there are members of the Witch Cult around the prince...
However, might this actually suit Triss's taste? Last time, she said she would rather be captured by the church and imprisoned underground for the rest of her life than continue to stay by the prince's side...
She omitted the part about the Tarot Club and told Sherlock about her thoughts, who agreed with this approach.
Unfortunately, I have to wait until next week to find another opportunity to report it. These people might use this week to eliminate most of the evidence, or even cut off the entire slave transportation route to prevent them from tracing all the nodes... But this will also make them relax their vigilance. They will think that I only found the Heras level, but I have actually locked on Prince Edessak and the Witch Cult, and have decisive evidence to deal with the prince.
Angel was lost in thought, perfecting the details of his plan, while Sherlock yawned in boredom, as if he had not slept well last night, or had gotten up too early in the morning and was sleep deprived.
"By the way, last time we communicated through the mirror, you asked me how my potion was digesting," he said, trying to liven up the atmosphere. "I've been trying some simple acting these past few days, and with the 'feedback' Ikonser from the Mechanical Heart just now, the potion is almost digested... I was wondering, uh, about your potion digestion progress..."
Thinking of the way he played the "Witch of Pleasure" and the madness of that night, Sherlock's voice became lower and lower. He looked at Angel's face that instantly turned red across the coffee table. He didn't dare to ask any more questions, secretly regretting the random topic he had picked.
"What do you want to say?"
After a moment, the redness on Angel's face disappeared, he looked at Sherlock coldly and asked with his lips tightly pursed.
"I mean, tonight..." Sherlock glanced out the window and found that it was noon and the sun was shining brightly. He paused, but chose to continue, "If you need to continue acting, I..."
…
At the entrance of No. 17 Minsk Street, Mrs. Summer, the landlord, had just returned home and was about to open the door to enter when she heard the door slam. She looked towards the house next door, which she had rented to detective Sherlock Moriarty, and saw a young woman blushing as she hurried away from the door. She recalled Sherlock's embarrassed expression when he came to her house to borrow women's clothes a few days ago, and she couldn't help but sigh:
“Young people are so energetic…”
As if she heard Mrs. Summer's whisper, the woman covered her hood tightly and quickened her pace.
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