In the carriage outside the Krag Club.

"'Apostle of Desire' is not necessarily equal to Patrick Jason Belia? Do you think there is a possibility that we have been misled?" After listening to Klein's words, Ikanser did not sneer, disdain or despise him. Instead, he discussed the problem with him seriously.

Not a bad butler... But it may also be because he often uses the magic mirror called Arrodes. No matter how bad or sharp his temper is, it will be smoothed out... Klein secretly praised and nodded sincerely:

“This is my personal opinion, out of caution.

"It's easy to verify. Ask the magic mirror for the location of the 'Apostle of Desire' instead of Patrick Jason Belia's location."

Ikanser lowered his hat and said:

“That makes sense.”

His expression became solemn again, and his eyes turned to the magic mirror in his hand.

“Deacon Ikanser, if you get any clues here, the demon will definitely be able to detect it.” Klein reminded from the side.

"That's right." Ikanser turned his head and said to the two team members, "You continue to protect Mr. Moriarty in secret. Even if the 'Apostle of Desire' attacks, the three of you together will be enough to resist for a long time, and there are military personnel nearby."

"Yes, Deacon!" The two members of the "Mechanical Heart" answered without hesitation.

Ikanser left immediately and rushed to where the Nighthawks were, which was around Isengard Stanton.

The Singer of God has been dispatched, and the seal of the Goddess Church has also been deployed... If the Apostle of Desire really wants to take any action, it will definitely be this afternoon... I hope I can make it in time, and I hope that the magic mirror can give the correct answer... But if this happens, I won't have the chance to get involved, I won't be able to see with my own eyes the death of the demon who is endangering everyone, and I won't be able to touch his suitcase full of banknotes, gold bars, gold coins, and jewelry... Klein sighed and looked at Ikanser's back with a feeling of loss.

But he recovered his mood immediately:

This is good too. At least I don’t have to take any risks and can safely resolve this crisis.

Moreover, the "Mechanical Heart" will definitely not treat me unfairly. If it really succeeds, my opinions and suggestions will definitely be very important. Moreover, I am a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery. According to the style of the major churches, I should be given a share of the profits... Under the premise of 50,000 pounds, it will not be too little...

Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

But he would not risk getting involved.

“Magicians” don’t perform without preparation!

It was still too tight and too rushed, leaving me no time to plan... Klein nodded to the two members of the Mechanical Heart team, got off the carriage, returned to the Krag Club, and asked the waiter to open a lounge for him just in case.

…………

In the living room of Isengard Stanton in the Hillston District.

Leonard Mitchell smoothed down his slightly unruly black hair, followed Captain Soest's instructions, and with the help of other Nighthawks, he put on the silver full-body armor stained with large patches of blood with great difficulty.

He pulled down his visor, hiding his green eyes in the deep darkness, then stretched out his left hand wearing a silver-white metal glove and took the magic mirror handed to him by Ikanser.

Within the Church of Steam and Mechanicus, the code name of this silver mirror is "2-111".

"Is it just a Level 2 Sealed Artifact?" Sost asked in surprise.

Ikanser nodded:

"Yes, it's not very harmful."

When he spoke later, there was a sudden hint of gnashing of teeth in his tone.

"In other words, all other aspects have reached the standards of a '1' level seal?" Sost asked thoughtfully.

Ikanser glanced at him warily:

“Just certain aspects.”

He refused to reveal more information.

At this time, Leonard gently stroked the surface of the silver mirror with his right hand, and the living room suddenly became quiet.

After repeating it three times, he spoke in a low voice:

"Respected Arrodes, my question is, where is the 'Apostle of Desire' who attacked Isengard Stanton now?"

The whole house suddenly darkened, as if a dark cloud happened to pass by.

Water light flowed on the surface of the silver mirror, and quickly condensed into a slightly blurry picture:

It was a luxurious villa-style house with a large garden in front of the windows.

In the center of the garden, there is a glass greenhouse with bright red roses blooming one after another.

Looking up from the glass greenhouse, you can see the pale sun behind the mist.

"It's in Backlund!" Isengard Stanton immediately calculated the location of the picture based on the viewing angle and the position of the sun in the sky.

"This is completely different from the answer we gave when we asked about Jason Belia's location before! We were misled!" Ikanser said in a deep voice.

The "Requiem Master" Soest exhaled and said:

“How cunning.

"Who is Jason Belia who is being hunted by the 'Singer of God'?

"Hey, there's no time to discuss this. Let's first circle out the approximate range from the information on the screen, and then take action immediately. I suspect that the 'Apostle of Desire' will create a big incident next!"

At this time, the silver mirror called Arrodes had lost its image and was showing words instead.

It required Leonard Mitchell to answer a question, and if he lied or was unwilling to answer, he would suffer severe punishment.

Leonard was inexplicably nervous. He put aside his usual nonchalant attitude and waited quietly for questions.

After a few seconds, he saw the bloody words change, forming one after another:

"Do you have any boarding..."

Leonard's pupils contracted rapidly just after he finished the question. His back was tense and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

If it weren't for the blood-stained silver armor covering his appearance, others would have noticed his abnormality.

At this moment, his left palm trembled inexplicably.

The silver magic mirror trembled slightly, and the bright red words were strangely and covertly stained with a hint of green. If one did not stare at the mirror with full concentration, it would be difficult for others to notice the extremely subtle change in color.

The words continued to move, changing the question:

"Is there anything on your body that you cannot tell others?"

"Yes, that mark exists in my memory." Leonard answered in a calm tone, but his body in the blood-stained silver armor felt tired after being highly tense and then suddenly relaxed.

This mirror is too dangerous... He actually noticed it right away! Fortunately, after so long, the old man has recovered a little... He thought with dry lips.

Soest took out his pocket watch, opened it and took a look, then said to Leonard in the blood-stained silver armor:

"There is still time. You will lead the next action!"

"Yes, Captain Soest." Leonard breathed a sigh of relief.

…………

Dock area, Backlund Dock.

Patrick Jason Belia entered the reserved cabin.

He looked out the window, observing the sky filled with a light mist, and silently calculated the time.

After a while, he quickly took off his hat, took off his clothes, then reached out and pulled off the surface layer of human skin!

But underneath the human skin was actually a beautiful woman in her early thirties with deep eyebrows and eyes. She was not the brown-haired and brown-eyed man that Klein saw in the "Dream Divination"!

The woman took out her clothes, put them on in an orderly manner, and quickly became a charming and attractive beauty.

Finally, she found a fist-sized stone statue from the bottom of the suitcase, wrapped it tightly with the peeled human skin, and tied a knot.

After doing all this, the inland passenger ship had traveled some distance. She opened the window and threw Patrick Jason's skin and the stone statue into the river.

thump!

The human skin tied with the heavy object sank rapidly.

The woman clapped her hands, closed the window, picked up her suitcase, and changed to a prepared cabin.

Then she sat down by the window of the new cabin, rested her elbows on the table, rested her face in her hands, and looked out leisurely.

After an unknown amount of time, she saw a strong wind blowing in the sky, dispersing the mist.

The corners of her mouth curled up and she smiled brightly.

…………

In the Cherwood District, in a luxurious villa not far from the Holy Wind Cathedral.

Pallas Nigan, with a bloated waist and gray-blue eyes, hugged his mistress who came towards him. She was a beautiful girl with a bit of innocence on her face.

There were two people following him. One was a middle-aged man in a black tuxedo, with brown hair and blue eyes, and a blank expression. He was the Beyonder guard provided by the Church of Storms, a Sequence 6 Wind-Favored One.

The other is Duke Negan's secretary.

He is a thin, handsome young man with blond hair. He looks gentle, calm and introverted. His biggest shortcoming is that his hairline has receded beyond his age.

As for the other guards, or security personnel, they were scattered outside the house.

Going up to the second floor, the "Wind-loving One" rushed into the bedroom before Duke Negan and quickly checked it out, while Duke Negan's secretary was responsible for searching the surrounding rooms.

After confirming that there were no problems, they nodded to Duke Negan, indicating that he could continue.

"I'm almost calming down." Duke Negan said half-jokingly.

His mistress responded happily:

"Then we can have a good chat. I'd like to hear you tell me about your experiences at sea."

"I hope you'll have that spirit in the end." Duke Negan embraced his mistress into the bedroom and closed the door with his heels.

His secretary and the "Wind-loving One" entered the rooms on both sides respectively, without slacking off at all.

In the attic of this house.

A man in a dark coat sat on an old chair with his eyes half closed. He seemed to be sensing something, smiling and shaking his head from time to time.

He had slightly curly brown hair and cold brown eyes. He was the man Klein had seen in Dream Divination! However, one of the suitcases beside his feet was missing.

"So brave, with such a strong desire... This doesn't match my judgment of him. It seems he has taken the corresponding medicine... He is so cooperative... Haha, how could they have thought that Patrick Jason Belia are two people..." The man raised his face slightly, as if intoxicated.

"It's almost time... It's that time!"

He suddenly clenched his right hand, as if he was tightly grasping someone's heart!