Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 15 The First Omen
A few minutes later, Edmond finally recovered from the state of suffocation, and he didn't know how he managed to become a barrister so easily and unbalanced.

"Have you watched the news?" The lawyer, who was still breathing deeply, couldn't help asking Yagel, who seemed quite calm.

"What news?" Yagel was taken aback.

Edmund handed him today's newspaper, and looked at the black-haired young man's face in disbelief: "I thought you'd been there for so long because you were reading the newspaper."

The old lawyer only said half a sentence.

It's not reading the newspaper, so it's the kidneys that have been away for so long...

Unlike the great fool who had frequent use of the bathroom, Jagel, who had never been questioned about such an embarrassing topic, did not hear what Emond meant.

Otherwise he would have justified himself in a panic.

Yager is now concentrating on the Backlund Morning Post that he has taken over.

Newspapers in this era are full of headline party style. In order to make busy people interested in reading, newspapers are committed to integrating all hot spots into lengthy headlines.

For example, the headline on the front page of this morning's newspaper: "Viscount Clint, the associate member, was arrested in the street. Is he a new star in the port or a criminal who murdered his friend?" '
arrested?

After reading the title, Yager raised his eyebrows.

When Clint left last week, he also said that he was going to the police station to call the police. How could he wait until today to be suddenly arrested on the street.

Where did the arrest warrant come from?

When it comes to arrest, one has to talk about Ruen's criminal law system.A Backlund criminal needs at least enough evidence to convict, such as fingerprints on the murder weapon, before the judge can issue an arrest warrant.

With just a severed finger, it would be nice to connect Clint with the disappearance case at most, and it would be great if the police had the authority to "buy" him tea. The arrest is completely groundless.

Yagel read out the first paragraph of the newspaper: "Viscount Clint was arrested at East Balam Wharf. The police read the crimes of this inhuman demon on the spot and escorted him to the carriage."

He looked up at one of the most famous lawyers in the Minsk firm: "Which evidence is enough to convict? It doesn't seem to be in the law."

"Shh." Emond shook his head and took a sip of his tea, "How can we judge the judge's level?"

Got it, it's a new law that just came out this afternoon.

Yager bowed his head and continued to read, skipping the long speech of condemnation and going straight to the charges.

'In the manor on Carnation Street, the great philanthropist Lenzer Galby was brutally murdered and burned.All that remained of Mr Galby was the finger that wore the ring he had mistakenly believed had been given to him by the murderer. '
As someone who had seen Severed Finger and Clint, he was pretty sure Mr. Galby was neither burned nor killed by Clint.

It is even possible that they are still living and struggling in a corner of Backlund.

So who is responsible for this crime?
The first thing Yager thought of was Duke Negan who sent someone to warn them not to help them today.

The Duke even sent a Extraordinary with him, probably to use spiritual vision to confirm that they were not lying.

But after thinking about it again, he ruled out this possibility.

Duke Negan's level of sophistication is obviously higher than Viscount Clint's. If he planned this case, there is no reason to give Clint the opportunity to come to the firm for consultation.

Even last Friday, when they met, Duke Negan didn't know about it.

So the Duke is at best a new accomplice.

The culprit of this incident is probably another faction with similar power.

But Jagel, who was originally just a small store appraiser, couldn't think of possible suspects for the time being.

He turned a page of the newspaper, ready to read the list of factions that were profiting.After all, whoever can gain benefits has the direct driving force to do this.

However, it was another line of writing that caught his attention first.

At the beginning of the second page, printed on the gray newspaper with a faint scent of ink:

'After investigating Viscount Clint's whereabouts in the past month, the police made a surprising discovery: Clint once had close communication with the well-known wanted criminal Bill Rudolph!The wanted criminal has disappeared recently, and some people claim to have seen him in the East District. The author seriously suspects that the two cases are closely related. '
There is a photo next to it.

A middle-aged man about 40 years old, almost out of shape, with a pair of lake green eyes gloomy looking out through the newspaper.

Bill Rudolph.

The first "person" he saw when he came to this world.

A member of the Psychic Alchemists sought by the Church of the Storm.

The dim yellow lantern, the wriggling corpse swallowed by his tentacles, and the members of the Church of the Storm came to Yager's mind.

It seems that it is imperative to investigate the Eastern District.

Bill has an inseparable relationship with his appearance. The pocket watch, the moon and the object of prayer are all secrets that Bill only knows.

What's more, Clint, Lenzer, Bill, all three of them have intersections with the Eastern District.What is hiding in the East End?
Is this really just a coincidence?

"How is it?" Edmund asked when Yagel fell into a long silence after turning the page.

"Hmm... I saw a familiar face." Yager looked away from the text.

"Bill Rudolph, the church's most wanted criminal. He showed up at the pawn shop where I work last week, and someone from the Church of the Storm came to inquire."

He turned the newspaper over so the lawyer could see the photo.

"Do you know this man?"

Edmund glanced at him in shock, and reached out to take the newspaper: "My God... You have suffered too many disasters."

The last rays of sunlight in the evening shone through the window and shone on Edmond's gradually tired and lost expression.

He sat on the chair, stared at the photo and remained silent for a while before continuing: "Bill Rudolph used to be quite an active figure in Backlund's social scene."

"He is a professor at the National University. He behaves well and speaks elegantly. He has won the hearts of many noble girls."

"But I don't know why, one day, he suddenly fanatically wanted to climb up, and for this purpose, he betrayed the trust of many innocent students. In the end, he even fell into the abyss of cult belief."

"But listen, kid." He sat up straight, turned his dark blue eyes, and looked at Yager, "The most important thing to do as a lawyer in Backlund is to satisfy your curiosity."

"I've seen a lot of good lawyers who love their profession so much that they always dig into every case."

"Without exception, they all returned to the embrace of the goddess in the end."

Edmund closed his eyes, and drew the shape of a goddess emblem on his chest.

"So give up your pointless pursuit of the case, I've told you all I know."

Surviving in a place like Backlund and becoming a barrister required some skills.

The old lawyer warned earnestly.

However, Jagel at the desk didn't listen at all.

His eyes widened slightly, his pure black pupils staring at the arc drawn by Emond's arm.

The curved shape seems to be like a new moon.

moon.

An indescribable frenzy suddenly emerged in his heart, as if the hunter had finally grasped the slightest clue of the prey.

"Yes, you are right." Yager's Adam's apple rolled, "I think I also need to ask the priest to purify my misfortune. Where is the nearest Goddess Church in Backlund?"

"Oh, you really should go." Edmund looked up at him carefully, with pity in his eyes.

"I suggest you go to St. Samuel's Cathedral. The pious bishop of the Evernight Goddess is also there. Your troubles can be best solved there."

He didn't notice Yagel's depressed expression.

The last ray of light on the distant horizon disappeared into the sky, and behind the dim clouds, the scarlet moonlight could be vaguely seen.

"I will."

In front of the window, a strange smile appeared on the corner of the black-haired youth's mouth.

(End of this chapter)