The Loen military demigod with golden eyes nodded in agreement:

"That's true, and his style is very similar to that of some guys in the Intis Intelligence Agency.

"However, just seconds after he took the lump of soil, the mummy of Tutankhamun II disappeared, so he probably didn't have time to complete the ritual."

The lady in the evening gown looked down at the crown of thorns around her neck and said a little slowly:

“Perhaps he, or they, had already completed the other steps of the ritual, and once teleported back, they immediately threw the lump of mud into the altar to complete the final step.

"Of course, it doesn't have to be a ritual. It could also be some kind of seal that can achieve a certain effect with the help of body fluids. There are too many possibilities in this regard."

Although the main effects and negative impacts of the seals will generally follow the sequence characteristics of the 22 pathways, the researchers can barely make certain guesses. However, just like everyone has a different personality, the seals also have various strange characteristics due to different conditions such as the things they are combined with, the environment when they are formed, the possible presence of the aura of high-ranking people or the curse of the original owner. Without actual testing, no one can think of them in advance and list them one by one.

The golden-eyed demigod pulled out a chair, sat down and said:

“This aspect is difficult to investigate, so you don’t need to consider it for now. However, you just missed a direction for investigation.

"Do you remember that 'tornado'? It rolled up the coffin of Tutankhamun II's mummy, causing the ritual materials inside, that is, the body fluids, to leak out, and made the mummy roll out, creating the conditions for the zombie transformation. In short, this laid the foundation for subsequent developments. So, it can be confirmed that this was done by the mysterious man or his helpers."

The distraction in the lady's eyes faded a little, and she slowly took off the crown of thorns and said:

"You mean, the Church of Storms has the high-sequence formulas and most of the Beyonder properties of the Sailor Path. There aren't many Beyonders or magical items that don't belong to them but can create Tornadoes. Can we follow this line to investigate?"

The golden-eyed demigod nodded:

"And I remember that not long ago, there was a case in the East District where Mr. X from the Aurora Society was killed at a party he had organized. Lightning Storm and Tornado were used at the scene.

“This has attracted the high attention of the Storm Church, which has been searching for clues.

"Two 'tornadoes' that were not organized by an official organization appeared in the same area in a short period of time. This is not a coincidence. I think we can preliminarily determine that there is an intrinsic connection. The murderer of Mr. X and the mummy thief are likely to be the same group of people. We need to investigate together with the Storm Church."

The lady in the evening gown put down her crown of thorns, thought for a moment and said:

“This is a good direction.

"Also, we can analyze some situations from their purpose and motivation. It is impossible for someone who simply regards the mummy as a living corpse to risk such a high risk to try to steal it. I suspect that the mummy of Tutankhamun II has an extra important meaning to that group of people."

"The key to the ritual?" The golden-eyed demigod said carefully, "From the situation at the scene, the one holding the special item that attracted the mummy's pursuit should be the 'ghost', or he should have a corresponding magical item. Combining the purpose and motive, I have a guess..."

The lady in the evening gown was moved and blurted out:

"A defected temperance member of the Rose School?"

"Yes." The golden-eyed demigod nodded slightly. "Although the production of mummies was influenced by the belief in the god of death and the worship of the sun, the Rose School did not prohibit this burial custom after it took over the highlands and river valleys. This is enough to show that mummies must have a certain effect on them, perhaps a ritual requirement of a certain sequence."

At this point, he chuckled in self-mockery:

“There is another possibility, showing off and performing.

"That group of people may not really want the mummy. They just happened to meet the conditions and had the opportunity to steal it, so they put on a grand show. For certain sequences of certain pathways, this is the key to digesting the potion."

As a demigod, half human being, he had seen a lot of things, so naturally he could think of more things.

The lady in evening gown thought for a moment and said in a deep voice:

“I suspect it’s not just one possibility, but a mix of factors.

“We will investigate based on this.”

…………

Backlund, Cherwood District, near the Tussock River.

Mahmous the Silent sat in front of a square table covered with a tablecloth, looking at the golden nails placed on it, and spoke in a low voice:

"Zatwin, who do you think stole the Kadfu mummy?"

Not far behind him, on the piano bench, a figure quickly emerged.

The figure was wearing a black clergy robe and a black glove on his left hand. He had a thin face, brown skin, and sunken eyes like a mummy. His beard was black at the roots and white on the outside, extending from the sides of his mouth to the sides of his ears. However, they were not thick and were quite short, appearing dotted.

Zatwin's eyes were similar to his skin color, light brown. He had the temperament of a priest, but he looked cold and scary, as if he would become perverted in silence. He thought for a moment and said:

“The number of people who desire the Cardef Mummy and are willing to take risks in a demigod battle can be counted on one hand. Among them, the only one hiding in Backlund is Sharon.

"She must have had help from Renette Tinicole, otherwise she wouldn't have succeeded."

Mahmus picked up a golden nail covered with fine patterns, and after a few seconds of silence, he said:

“Who’s that person who’s good at teleportation?

"It doesn't look like Gehrman Sparrow... the helper Sharon hired?"

"Maybe." Zatwin coughed twice, his face turning pale and blue, "I think we should find a way to pray to the Mother Tree. This should give us some inspiration."

Mahmus nodded slightly and pierced his mouth with the golden nail in his palm, piercing through his upper and lower lips.

Seeing this, Zatwin covered his mouth, slowly stood up, and went down to the first floor with some difficulty, ready to leave here and return to his hiding place.

On the first floor, he saw the dim environment and the flickering candlelight, and the aroma of food drifted over from everywhere, filling the air. The houses on the nearby streets were all townhouses, and the ground floors facing the street were shops. On the surface, this contact point of the Rose School was a restaurant, focusing on the characteristics of the southern continent.

Because he was seriously injured in the previous action, Zatwin didn't want to remain in the state of an evil spirit all the time. This was a big burden for him at the moment, so he put on the black clergy robe and had to walk towards the door step by step.

Just then, a customer came in through the restaurant door.

The customer was wearing a black suit, black pants, black leather shoes, and had a pair of black eyes and a thin face.

He had a broad forehead, wore a monocle and a very tall top hat, and his eyes casually glanced around and fell on Zatvin.

Glancing at the black glove on Zatwin's left hand, the customer's mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled and shook his head, seeming a little disappointed.

Then he entered the restaurant and passed by Zatwin, who returned his malicious gaze.

Zatwin paid no attention to it and walked outside into the street.

In the light of the gas street lamps, the cool night breeze blew over, and the demigod of the Rose School suddenly shuddered.

Zatwin knew that this was a sign of inspiration, and his heart tightened. He quickly looked down at his hands and was shocked to find that the black glove on his left palm was gone!

Gone!

As a demigod, half human being, Zatwin didn't even know when the seal on his hand disappeared!

He turned around abruptly and looked into the restaurant, the image of the man just now suddenly appeared in his mind.

Soon, he locked onto the target's scent and discovered that the other party was still in the restaurant and even called the waiter and asked for a menu.

Zatwin originally wanted to use the "Mirror Flash" to possess the person, but for some reason, his hands began to tremble involuntarily. He vaguely felt that there were dangerous, terrifying and hard-to-find enemies hiding around him!

The thought flashed through his mind, and Zatwin subconsciously stepped to the side and walked to the end of the street, as if nothing had happened just now.

…………

Inside a house in Cherwood District.

Fors was flipping through the latest issue of Ladies' Aesthetics when she suddenly heard the sound of a key turning and the door opening.

"So late today?" She looked up at Xio who was standing at the door.

Xio rubbed her short golden hair and said:

"When I was almost back, I saw the MI9 meeting sign. It was urgent."

"What's the matter this time?" Fors put down the magazine in his hand with interest.

"It's a continuation of the last murder of Mr. X." Xio said casually as he bent down to put on his house slippers.

Fors's expression froze, and he turned his eyes slightly and said:

"Any clues?"

"It can't be called a clue. Uh, there was a demigod-level 'tornado' at the scene, which is not common outside the Church of Storms. Earlier tonight, a dock in Pritz Harbor also suffered a small-scale 'tornado' attack, and a pharaoh mummy was stolen in the chaos." Xio briefly explained. "MI9 suspects that the two incidents were done by the same group of people, so they urged us informants to work harder to collect intelligence and find clues."

...There is also a "tornado" in my "Lemano Travel Notes"...Mr. Gehrman Sparrow? Why did he steal the pharaoh's mummy...Fors forced a smile and said:

"Maybe the Church of Storms did it?"

Xio rolled his eyes at her and quickly walked into the kitchen to look for food.

…………

Early morning at 160 Böklund Street.

Klein had just finished washing up and before he could open the door to let his valet Richardson in, his inspiration struck him. He saw the headless body of the messenger lady carrying four heads walking out of the void.

One of them was biting a thick envelope, and the other opened his mouth and spat out a pile of gold coins.

Finally, the debt is paid off... Klein glanced at the half of the neck that was not connected to the body under the four heads of Renette Tinicole, and breathed a sigh of relief:

"I remember that I still owe you 3,413 gold coins. Now you can take the last part of the debt."

At the same time, he inexplicably felt that the pile of gold coins looked familiar, but he didn't pay too much attention to it because all the gold coins looked familiar to him.

PS: Thanks to Jiangnannan and the Silver Alliance for rewarding me. I will ask for monthly tickets for the second update~