Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"One of the two gangsters is called Senai, a short man with a pointed nose and shifty eyes. The other is called Jerome, a tall man with a round face and big, bulging eyes."

"Two people broke into the village of Greenmont and robbed and killed the whole family. They buried the bodies in the wasteland, and then fled to Backlund and entered the underground city to hide. The bodies should not have been found yet."

These are consistent with Leonard and the Church of Night's speculations.

"So now we have one last question."

Leonard stood up from the bench and stretched his legs.

"Where the hell are these two little bastards now?"

Klein wrote down the divination sentence very skillfully, recited it silently, and closed his eyes.

With the help of the Gray Mist Paper and Pen, Klein's divination effect was greatly improved, but after all, it was not in Sefirah Castle or in the apartment. Klein still did not dare to use this method to divine high-level things outside.

As the myriad colors gradually became clear in his mind, the streets of Shelland emerged in Klein's consciousness.

This is a crowded civilian community, and it seems that the living conditions of the families here are a little far from being well-off. The tall, round-faced Jerome was smoking a cigarette standing on the side of the street, staring at the door of a building, rubbing his hands from time to time and looking around, as if he was looking for someone.

Above Jerome's furtive head, there was a large street sign.

"I found Jerome. He should be at the intersection of Iris Street and Banyan Road. He looks like he's waiting for someone."

"Waiting for someone? Who could he be waiting for? Could it be his accomplice Senai?"

"...I don't know, but my initial guess is that they are not Beyonders."

"In this era, not being a Beyonder does not mean that they have no fighting power and destructive power. It just means that it is easier for us to deal with them."

After rewriting the divination statement, Klein performed divination again.

This time, the scene that appeared in my mind was so familiar.

The short, pointy-nosed Senne was strolling leisurely on the street, occasionally glancing at the large number of people passing by. The buildings and streets next to him were so familiar that it seemed as if Klein had just seen them.

"Sene is wandering the streets. He should be not far from where we are, and can see the roof of the building in front of us."

"Great, it seems we just need to chase after them, and the rest will all depend on our spiritual intuition."

"Among the two of them, this Senai should be the one who acts as the military advisor... Never mind, what am I expecting..."

Looking back at the entire case and the divination content, Klein felt that the two criminals' style of doing things was not very reliable and seemed a bit clumsy, but he still felt that he should not let his guard down, for fear that unexpected situations would arise during the operation.

No matter how silly they are, these two people have killed people and robbed the Church of Darkness of its packages...

Leonard was clean and immediately put away the drinks box on the bench with his quick eyes and hands.

"Don't worry. The goddess holds the power over misfortune. Stealing the goddess's favorite ritual vessel will bring you some bad luck. Hey, Klein, do you think this little bastard will be so unlucky that he will bump into you?"

The goddess's ritual vessels look like fake jewelry of various shapes. They are not extraordinary items that are sealed, but each piece has its own number. They are collectively called "ritual vessels" or "tributes". The effect is to bring a sense of peace, but the negative impact is that it will bring certain bad luck to the holder. The sealing conditions are very simple, as long as they are carried by the staff of the Church of Evernight.

"Don't even think about it. There's no such thing as a good thing. You might as well ask Pales now..."

The two of them suddenly had an inspiration.

At this moment, a short, pointed-nosed, shifty-eyed handsome guy suddenly appeared from the roadside, and walked past a street bench with many empty cardboard boxes on it with a swaggering gait, as if he didn't recognize anyone.

At this moment, the handsome boy suddenly felt the strong gazes of the four pillars.

silence.

Storm above, isn’t this the same cold-faced detective Leonard Mitchell on TV!

The moment their eyes met, Senai ran away, running wildly on the street. But these struggles seemed powerless in the eyes of the two extraordinary people.

Just because I can't expose my extraordinary abilities on the streets, does that mean there's no way I can deal with you?

Leonard ran after him quickly, followed behind him at a leisurely pace, raised his hand and swung the empty beverage boxes one after another accurately and powerfully hitting Sene's joints. The huge force made Sene's legs go weak and he fell to the asphalt road and rolled over. He felt that his bones were about to break.

...This...sweet ice tea box...why does it hurt so much...

……wrong……

What could be stranger than having your bones broken by a drink box?

Senai was horrified to find that his movements and thoughts suddenly became slow and jerky. He struggled to crawl to the sidewalk, wanting to ask passers-by for help, but the continuous blows from the drink boxes concealed his abnormal posture.

The last drinks box hit Senai's knee. Senai tried to lift his upper body, but he suddenly felt sleepy. He closed his eyes and opened them again, and then he dozed off and stumbled to the ground.

...must...do...something...

...to...the...ritual...vessels...

They didn't sell all the gift items, and Sene even secretly hid a ring on his hand!

Faced with a life-and-death situation, fear and humiliation unleashed all of Sene's potential. His mind was overloaded at this moment, like a track without brakes, dragging his sluggish vocal cords to make a final mindless attempt.

"...Praise...the...beautiful...goddess..."

Sure enough, the ritual vessel was successfully activated!

Abundant spirituality immediately flowed around Senai, spreading the goddess' mercy. Looking at the faint light emanating from the ring, Senai even forgot to be shocked and cleared all his thoughts.

He felt a peace and tranquility he had never felt before, a darkness and depth, like a starry night, like the breeze blowing by the river, like the gentle fragrance of blooming flowers...

Then, in this silence, it turned into a secret doll very peacefully.

"Officer! Officer! I surrender! I surrender! Stop fighting!"

The secret doll begged for mercy in panic and climbed out from the drinks box on the ground.

"I'll tell you everything! I'll go with you. I plead guilty!"

After the officer's routine questioning, the robber staggered away following the officer and the magician's assistant.

Pedestrians were walking hurriedly with their heads down on the street, and this farce did not attract much attention from people. The robbers' wailing did not win much sympathy, and passers-by with their own concerns would at most glance at the beverage boxes on the ground, and would never stop for a second.

The owner of a street shop stuck his head out to take a look, and found that there seemed to be a detective present. He didn't even bother to call the police, and shrank back to continue squatting behind the cash register and enjoying the air conditioning.

After all, this is Backlund, anything can happen here.

The dejected gangster limped into a hotel with the detective and the magician. When they came out, only the detective and the magician were left. A while later, a young man in a T-shirt and glasses walked out from the alley next door, walked into a bookstore and started reading.

"Does this secret doll need to be taken back with you to be handed over to Madam Gloria for interrogation?"

"It depends on the situation... Many people on the street saw the arrest process. We may have to arrange a reasonable 'death' for him later... You can use it first." Leonard thought, "The Church has many ways to identify whether it is a secret doll. Now I don't recommend you to reveal your Beyonder identity to the Church."

“It’s a bit difficult to say that he’s not a Beyonder. After all, Pales and you have already registered with the church. The chances of an ordinary person being able to connect with you under such circumstances are too low…” Klein sighed, “Anyway, if the church really finds out, I can also give them a tip and pretend to be a low-sequence person.”

"So...what about the super-personal power you displayed?"

"...Then it seems that the only option left is to bring back the fully automatic wish-granting machine."

Halfway through his words, Klein's phone suddenly vibrated.

After resigning, Klein kept his original mobile phone at home, and then used the few skills he had as a programmer to remotely monitor the phone. The message jumped like a little frog jumping on a lotus leaf, and then went through three virtual phones in different locations before being transferred to Klein's current phone.

But Klein wasn't sure how long he could hide it. The Internet and communication technology were controlled. In addition to government officials and the major companies that were ready to make a move, there were also the Steam and Mechanical Churches that routinely "checked" and "prayed" for servers and base stations. Klein needed to find a more secretive and useful way to contact them.

The caller displayed at this time turned out to be Klein's old boss, Mr. Aiden Norman F. Pierce.

"Hey! Klein, are you there? You should be okay, right?"

Team leader Aiden's deliberately lowered voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding anxious and panicked.

"Now, immediately, right now! Go to St. Hillran Church! Our client told me... a big shot from the Steam Church specifically wants to see you!"

"...Our client? Which one? Is it the recently launched [Heart of Rupert]?"

"Right, right, I'm glad you're okay... Anyway, come quickly and we'll discuss the details when we meet. Remember to talk less. If you have any questions, just say you don't know and let me answer them. Don't offend or provoke that big shot, understand?"

There was a sound of swallowing and a long, deep breath coming from the phone.

“Klein, we are in big trouble.”