Audrey, who thought she knew the truth, could not help but imagine the scene described by Viscount Glint:

Lanevus fell in the darkness and mud, his body covered with tarot cards, including "The Fool", "Justice", "The Hanged Man", "The Sun", "The World", other main cards and many number cards. Some of them were reversed, some were upright, and some had not been turned over yet, only the back was exposed, as if a large-scale weird tarot divination was being carried out.

Such a scene must be very shocking!

I wonder where the "Justice" card will fall...

How would the extraordinary people of MI9 and the church view this matter? Would they think that a new secret organization had emerged?

Lanevus possessed the divinity of the "True Creator", and what he and the Aurora Society were planning must be no small matter. If successful, it would inevitably bring terrible disasters to Backlund and the kingdom. However, such a plot was stopped so easily and so plainly, by a simple task issued by Mr. Fool!

Is this the game at the level of gods?

Are Mr. Fool and the True Creator mortal enemies?

No wonder He called the other party "the fallen creator"...

…

Thoughts flashed through her mind quickly, and Audrey's body trembled slightly.

"What are you thinking about?" Viscount Greylint, who was sitting opposite, finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked in confusion.

Audrey suddenly came back to her senses, tilted her head slightly and smiled:

"Didn't you ask me to imagine a dead body covered in tarot cards?"

“Haha.” Grellint smiled awkwardly and then sighed, “I don’t know which secret organization killed Lanevus. This is exactly what I imagined about similar things. It’s so, so cool!”

It's our Tarot Club! Audrey answered silently and smiled faintly:

"Maybe it's a powerful Beyonder who has no organization and acts alone?"

"Anyway, I like this style! Urge Xio and Fors and ask them when they can find my 'pharmacist' formula?" Grellint said excitedly.

Audrey slightly widened her eyes, looked around, and lowered her voice:

"Be quiet. Keep your voice down."

"How can you talk about potion recipes here?"

Greylint smiled nonchalantly and said, "Don't worry, it's nothing. I've just checked that there's only one dog here besides you and me."

The big golden retriever Susie changed her sitting position unconsciously.

…………

In the northern district of Backlund, in a room under Saint Samuel's Church.

Wearing a black hooded robe, blue eyeshadow and blush, Daly, who exuded a kind of enchanting and cold beauty, found a seat at random and sat down, picking up the documents on the table.

She glanced over, her eyes suddenly froze, and then she frowned, suppressing something and asked:

"Lanevus?"

"Why didn't I know about this?"

"Why wasn't I informed of last night's actions?"

Sitting in the main seat, Creste Cecima hid his chin and lips in his vertical collar again and spoke in a low voice:

"I was worried that you wouldn't be able to control your emotions, which would bring unnecessary risks to the operation, so I didn't let anyone tell you."

"I understand your feelings. There is a Nighthawk in Tingen Team who is receiving instruction and training in the temple and is preparing to join the Red Gloves. His performance is similar to yours, but as the person in charge of the operation and the senior deacon of the Nighthawks, I must exclude unstable factors."

Daly glanced at the other captains and deacons of the Nighthawks who were summoned and snorted:

"Why do you think I can't control my emotions? I'm calm and I won't act impulsively!"

"My anger will only erupt after Lanevus is captured! This is the professionalism of a senior night watchman and a deacon!"

"If I catch Lanevus, I will make him realize that men are also fragile! I will make sure there is a cold, rotten, but stiff corpse behind him, and a skeleton full of barbs and stench in front of him. I will let those cold little guys enter and exit every possible part of his body!"

"Damn it! You just let him die like that!"

Creste Cecima looked at Daly calmly, listened to her words silently, and then sighed:

"How long have you been patient?"

Daly was stunned for a moment, and suddenly whispered in frustration like a deflated ball:

"It's been a long time..."

Sesima retracted her gaze and looked at the other deacons and team leaders:

"What's the catch?"

"We have preliminarily confirmed that the person who killed Lanevus is a member of the Secret Order, with a rank of Sequence 8. His potion is called Joker, and he is good at using cards as flying knives." A deacon reported truthfully, "However, we cannot be sure of this guess. The tarot cards scattered on the body do not seem to be covering up anything. After all, the Beyonder did not deal with the cards stuck on the wall and Lanevus's head at the same time. We all think that the last scene is more like a ritual or symbol. Therefore, we suspect that the Beyonder may belong to an organization we don't know yet. Of course, that scene may also be his personal special habit."

Cecima nodded slightly and said:

“We can start from this aspect and conduct follow-up investigations.”

"Al, what did the investigation into the whistleblower reveal?"

Al Hassan, who was very charming as a middle-aged man, flipped through the papers in his hand and said:

"We investigated the whistleblower and found that his actions were directed by a bounty hunter."

"While searching for the wanted criminal Lanevus, the bounty hunter's companion was killed by a member of the Aurora Society. In order to avenge her, she secretly conducted an investigation and eventually locked onto the target at the Workers' Union Tavern in East Balam Dockyard. Following the target's activity trajectory, she discovered Lanevus."

"Her actions were basically confirmed by witnesses, and there was nothing strange about them. We also used extraordinary means to confirm that she had no connection with the person who killed Lanevus."

"She's in hiding now and is hard to find."

Cecima added as if she was thinking:

"This fits Lanevus' description very well. The radical and crazy Aurora Society members helped him escape from trouble."

"Does the reporter who went to the Workers' Association for an interview that afternoon have any questions?"

Another Nighthawks team leader reported:

"He is a fake reporter. According to the information passed on by the police department, he is actually a private investigator. He was previously helping Mike Joseph of the Daily Observer to investigate the murder of Sibel. We speculate that he got a clue and found the dock workers' union, so he disguised himself and contacted everyone who was suspected of the murderer."

"This speculation has been confirmed by Isengard Stanton."

Cecima hummed, then turned to ask other people who had recently come into contact with Lanevus, and received answers that there was no problem.

Near the end, he said carefully:

"The lack of sufficient motive for Lanevus' murder puzzles me greatly. The mysterious murderer deserves attention. Please continue to follow up on this matter."

"Also, according to common sense, the Aurora Society in a metropolis like Backlund will definitely not only have Beyonders at the level of 'Rose Bishops' and 'Monks'. There will be at least one Divine Envoy, and possibly even a Saint."

"Their plan to welcome the arrival of the True Creator has failed. Given their crazy and irrational nature, I'm worried that they will take a series of revenge actions. You must be on high alert recently. I will also stay in Backlund."

"Yes, Lord Cecima." The deacons and team leaders responded seriously.

Creste Cecima paused for a few seconds and added:

"The Megose incident in Tingen and the Lanevus incident last night both reveal a problem. The factory area, the dock area, and the East District have become hotbeds for the advent and breeding of evil gods. Assign personnel to investigate and collect the most realistic situation."

"If it is indeed as Lanevus described, I will raise this matter at the cardinals' meeting and formally put pressure on the kingdom and the government to push for the corresponding changes to be realized as soon as possible."

…………

Klein slept until very late before getting up, but it was still not bright enough outside. There was still a faint mist, and it was dark, damp and cold.

This doesn't fit with my somewhat bright mood... He muttered, changed his clothes, took his keys, and returned to Minsk Street without attracting much attention.

After changing his worker's uniform into a home shirt and sweater, and confirming that no one came to investigate him as a private detective, he was completely relieved and leisurely went out to the butcher's and vegetable store to buy food and prepared a hearty lunch for himself.

Backlund had some sunshine in the afternoon. Klein lazily basked in the sun, and for a moment, he seemed to not want to do anything.

It was not until 2:45 that he took out his gold pocket watch, took a look at it, returned to the bedroom, and went above the gray fog.

After materializing the mannequin "World" and re-familiarizing himself with the operating techniques, he sat upright in the high-backed chair at the head and sent a reminder to classmate "Sun" to prepare for the party.

At exactly 3 o'clock Backlund time, crimson rays of light rose from the magnificent and ancient palace, outlining different, equally blurry figures.

Audrey, Justice, looked up and said briskly:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

"That 'simple' task you entrusted me with has been completed."

She deliberately emphasized the word “simple” because she wanted to confirm from Mr. Fool whether Lanevus was killed by His followers and whether the death scene covered with tarot cards was the iconic symbol of the Tarot Club.

Klein smiled calmly and said:

"I already know that."

After saying this, he sighed leisurely:

"This era, this Backlund, this East District, this Dock District, and this Factory District are truly a hotbed for the advent of evil gods."

What? Alger, the Hanged Man, was stunned for a moment, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.

Why would a simple task involve the evil god's arrival?