Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"So, my spiritual insect has returned to your hands in this way?"

Klein looked at it with interest for a few seconds, but reluctantly stuffed it back to Leonard.

"I hope I don't need to use it. It's better to get some extraordinary items as soon as possible."

"It's only been a few days since we woke up. It's only been a week! It's better to have a life-saving method like this than not."

Leonard stuffed the charm into his pocket.

"Klein, think about it this way. If the situation continues like this, we will definitely have to use this spell, but at least we can have an angel fighter who can stand on the field for ten minutes."

"When Pales made this spell, who did he pray to for power? The goddess? Could it be me?"

"I tried to pronounce your honorable name but it didn't work, and I didn't dare to pronounce the honorable name of the goddess. In the end, Pales solved the problem by himself. Although his power is not as strong as yours in his heyday, it is useful anyway."

Klein pondered for a moment, wondering if he could try to pray to Pales for the power to make a spell? Or burn a lot of his own spiritual power and forcibly mobilize the Sequence 2 person to make one?

Regardless of which one, this [Yesterday Reappearance] spell did give Klein some sense of security, but not much. He was still not very reassured when only Leonard was using it. Although Leonard emphasized that he could not use [Yesterday Reappearance], Klein felt that he should still prepare one for himself in private, just in case.

Leonard couldn't always be by his side. In this bizarre situation, Klein believed that there would always be a time when he would be left alone in front of a high-level Beyonder. At this time, it didn't matter whether he was crazy or not. Even if they died together, it was better than waiting to die.

It was late autumn in Backlund, and the streets had grown noticeably colder. In the mornings, the streets were crowded with people going to work.

"When are you going to go to the dungeon to look for extraordinary items?"

"Hard to say."

Leonard shook his head.

"First of all, the underground relies on abandoned underground spaces for survival, and there are often collapses or development activities. The situation is complicated. My information about the underground city stops at 300 years ago, and the old man only knows about a few decades ago. What's the situation now? We still need to collect some information."

"Secondly, the police and the church are keeping a close eye on me now, so it's hard to find an excuse to go into the dungeon."

"Most importantly, I feel that even if we add up our savings, we still don't have enough to get an extraordinary item that suits our situation..."

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward...

This was the first time Klein felt that talismans could be such an affordable thing. With just a bug, he could produce and sell them himself.

...Well, as long as spirituality doesn't count money.

"Are we continuing to track David Axus today?"

"It doesn't count."

Leonard took out his cell phone and showed it to Klein.

These are some familiar screenshots from the mysterious video of David stealing from the sheriff's office. These screenshots have been blown up and processed to clearly show the large stack of cards in David's hand.

Image analysis data showed that these cards came from a variety of sources. Some came from formal channels, such as Backlund James Bank and Intis Gustav Bank, while some were non-compliant, such as anonymous cash cards circulated on the black market.

Why would a sheriff's office have black market stuff?

"I asked the technical department to help me deal with it. I am more concerned about the money David stole."

Leonard explained them one by one.

"There are a lot of checks and bearer accounts here. I think if David can cash out the money in time, he should be able to get a considerable amount of money to support his wife's treatment for a period of time."

"But he planned a second kidnapping case not long after that, kidnapping Jarod Ishdar, the young master of the Ishdar family. This shows that he didn't make any money from the sheriff's deal, because his card was frozen very quickly."

"Especially these."

Leonard zoomed in with two fingers again.

"The details of the missing card that the technical department obtained through image analysis do not match the details that the sheriff wrote in the file."

"David stole far more cards than the sheriff wrote into his files."

“There are even some black market cards here…” Klein understood. “Do you suspect the sheriff is also involved in this matter?”

"I don't know." Leonard spread his hands, "But he is definitely not clean."

A small sheriff is not a big shot in the huge Backlund, but for small citizens like Detective Leonard and Programmer Klein, he is still a big official with certain power. As long as he wants, he can make a lot of money.

"Didn't you notice it before you woke up?" Klein asked.

"I know, but I never paid attention to it..." Leonard said, "In the current Sivellas Field, there are very few sheriffs who can resist grabbing a handful of fat. Those people directly and quietly put the fat meat in the mouths of the sheriffs, and they don't even have to bite it."

Klein was silent. The existence of some things had nothing to do with the level of social productivity.

"The status of a detective is always higher than that of an ordinary police officer. Has anyone ever given you a gift?"

“Yes, I did, but I didn’t take it.”

Leonard had a strange expression on his face.

"Before I woke up, since I was a child, if I really wanted something, I could just go back and tell the old man. Why would I take someone else's?"

...Okay, you were raised by Pales by stealing batteries.

"I guess you didn't ask Pales for anything big."

“…It seems so.”

In these matters, Leonard did have enough confidence to ignore these social evils.

"Some of the cards here are covered up, so I can't capture the complete image. Can you do a divination and complete the remaining cards?"

After a period of divination, Klein soon obtained the information of all the cards.

"What do you want these for? To check your account information?" Klein asked. "How do I use them?"

"It depends on the situation. I just think this seems to be very important information..."

Although Klein's spiritual intuition also said so, Klein still hoped that Leonard could give a clear answer...

The morning rush hour has not yet ended, and most people are still starting their lives. Television and billboards have already begun to instill new consumption trends in people. Behind the large screen is the 24-hour non-stop media and news industry.

"...Since the Ishdar kidnapping case was solved and the Ishdar family's youngest son, Jarod Ishdar, was successfully rescued, Massimo Ishdar, the chairman of the Loen region of the Ishdar Group and the first heir of the Ishdar family, expressed his sincere gratitude to the Loen capital Backlund Police Department for solving the case and successfully rescuing the child..."

"...To express his gratitude, Mr. Massimo has decided to hold a donation ceremony for the Police Department at the James Bank in Backlund this morning. At the ceremony, Mr. Massimo will present a gift to Sheriff Nicolo Hawke, the representative of the Police Department who is in charge of investigating this case and made a major contribution to the rescue of little Jarod..."

"...I remember that the Ishdar kidnapping case was your case?" Klein raised his eyebrows. "At the very least, the one who made the most outstanding contribution was Geraldine, who collected intelligence and drove the car?"

"Uh, yes, but why didn't anyone inform me of this ceremony..." Leonard felt a little toothache.

On the screen, the sheriff with a big belly had a greasy smile on his face.

There is no doubt that Leonard's team was taken advantage of.

"I don't really care about this. Anyway, this kind of thing happens every day in the Sivellas Field... I think for the Ishdar family, they don't mind who comes to the ceremony, as long as they can successfully establish a relationship with the police department."

Leonard was no longer in the sight of the position of sheriff. He had begun to focus on other higher positions. As for Geraldine, Leonard had already secured the money she was supposed to get. As for the other police officers in the team, they also got what they were supposed to get. Now it seemed that it was a hush money. Only Leonard, the leader, was replaced by Sheriff Nicolo Hawke without anyone noticing.

It doesn't matter. The reputation of the cold-faced detective Leonard is already loud enough. A tall tree attracts the wind, so it is normal for him to be suppressed.

Leonard thought for a moment.

"In this case, I guess these Fenapot people have spent a lot of effort to win over the Sivellas Field. I guess that this Fenapot person contributed a lot to Sheriff Nicolo Hawke's cards..."

At this moment, there was a vibration, and Leonard immediately checked the message.

"This is news about Geraldine..." Leonard frowned, "...she met David Axus!!"

He quickly opened the attachment. Geraldine sent him an audio file, which was a recording of a phone call between David and an internet radio host.

To Klein's surprise, the radio host was actually Audrey!

"…Her body was sick, covered with sores, and decayed, but her soul escaped and floated around me, accompanying me and guiding me…"

David mumbled in the recording.

"…I'm going to do something big today, I'm going to do something big today!!"

After a few hysterical screams, the recording stopped abruptly.

On the noisy street, Leonard and Klein looked at each other, and the advertising screen above their heads worked tirelessly.

"…So I decided to donate a gift to the Backlund Police Department in the Loen capital to express my gratitude to the police department…"

Leonard immediately forwarded the email to Mrs. Gloria.

"I want to report it! David Axus will attack the Backlund James Bank headquarters this morning!"