Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 43 Who is it?send the church to me
In the middle of the night, Klein finally finished his notes and came back from the police station exhausted.

The church personnel and the police showed extraordinary interest in his short five-minute experience at Caping's gate. Whether it was the color of the railing or the demeanor of the security dog, they were all committed to understanding it all.

If he hadn't chosen to report to the church with the absolutely ordinary old Kohler in the afternoon, he would have been interrogated in the prison of the Church of Steam instead of being handed over to the police station.

Several times, he felt that he was an Extraordinary, and even Klein Moretti's identity was in jeopardy.

Fortunately, he finally came back safely.

A bleak empty room welcomed him.

"Sigh." Klein threw the windbreaker coat on the shelf at the door and slammed it down on the sofa, "Why am I so unlucky again..."

He stared blankly at the ornate chandelier overhead.

After coming to Backlund, he first offended Ambassador Intis for five pounds, and now he was involved in the assassination of a rich man in the Eastern District because of the entrustment of Mr. Bishop.

The difficulty of the dungeon jumped from a low sequence to a demigod difficulty.

Moreover, judging from the way the members of the church reluctantly let him go with the eighth version of the confession, even the cardinals from the major churches did not catch the culprit.

I don't know which cult organization dared to do such a thing.

Klein found himself inexplicably in the vortex of an extraordinary crisis, and covered his face in grief.

He, the 'Yellow and Black King of Good Luck', never seemed to have any luck!
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Thinking of the cult organization, in the brightly lit living room, the young man in a double-breasted vest suddenly sat up from the sofa.

The experience of being attacked while investigating Ambassador Intis came to mind.

Someone will not come to attack him tonight...

Looking at the thick curtains behind him and the red-lit night, Klein's hair stood on end.If you compare him to a cat, the cat must have blown its hair.

It seems that it is not impossible.

He tremblingly climbed off the sofa, closed the curtains, moved to the bathroom, walked four steps backwards and entered above the gray fog.

At the moment when the gray mist shrouded him, he still thought hard:
'It's not from the heart, it's a strategy to deal with things.It just so happened that after the divination, the gold pound that Miss Justice sacrificed in the afternoon can be paid to Mr. Bishop for settlement. '

'Oh, and the bishop's commission. '

A few blocks away, Yager received a communication from the Tarot Society in the middle of the night.

Countless babbles floated in my ears, as if they were coming from someone who had trouble speaking clearly, unable to make out a single word.In the void, gray mist covered him from top to bottom, bringing him back to the long bronze table of the Tarot Society.

Opposite his seat, a thin young man with a face covered by mist appeared.

"Good evening, Mr. Durest." Detective Sherlock Moriarty's voice came from behind the fog.

"Good evening." Yager nodded.

Strangely, even though it was almost early morning, the clothes on the two were still neat and clean, their expressions were sober, and there was no sign of going to sleep at all.

Borrowing the sequence ability, the fool with the double vest ignored the false gray fog cover and quietly peeked at the screen.

'Mr. Bishop doesn't seem to be sleeping either?Is it the daily routine of a night owl, or did something happen to me tonight? Thinking of today's commission, he secretly guessed in his heart.

On the long bronze table, on the left side of his lower head are two finely stitched cowhide bags, obviously from Miss Justice.The bulging money bag shows that there is a lot of money inside.

After manipulating Sherlock's vest, Klein sat in the fool's position and coughed twice:

"Good night, Monsieur Bishop."

"This is Mr. World who has just joined the Tarot Society, my favored one."

"He and Miss Justice begged me to transfer the promised reward to you through me. Maybe you can accept it after you leave?"

Yagel turned his head, and after briefly responding to the Fool's greeting, he said, "No problem, thank you."

However, he, who was still enthusiastic about it at the last gathering, now has an indifferent expression and no fluctuations in his mood.

Oh, it's just Green's remuneration.

The young man who had just washed off the blood on his body thought expressionlessly.

Although the evil neighbor next door finally lowered the price to [-] pounds under his haggling, most of the remaining mission fees from Rosago still need to be saved up and wait to go to sea to explore his hometown, which cannot become part of his assets.

After all, according to his investigation at the East Balam Wharf, a trip may require hundreds of pounds of funds.

Hmm, but I heard that being a pirate doesn't cost money, and you can earn it back
Yagel's thoughts went astray silently.

"This is Mr. Bishop." On the other side, the Fool hypocritically introduced Yagel's code name to his vest.

'The World' Sherlock Moriarty smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Mr. Bishop, I have completed part of your entrustment."

After a series of self-questions and answers, he finally got to the point: "Mrs. Liv's daughter in the East District is located in another commission, the mansion of the rich man Capin. There was a violent extraordinary conflict in the mansion in the evening. The details are unknown. But I confirm that at least Liv's daughter has returned home safely."

"As for the matters related to the Viscount, I'm still investigating."

"Okay." Jagel replied.

So Liv's youngest daughter, Daisy, is indeed in Cappin's mansion as part of the fainting girls.

Fortunately, nothing happened to them.

Wait, how did Detective Moriarty know she was home?
"Are you at the scene of the conflict?" He asked in surprise.

"Oh, yes, it just happened to happen to me when I went to investigate the commission in the afternoon." Klein said, "Are you there too?"

What happened in the evening has not yet been published in the newspaper, logically speaking, everyone should not know about it.

Jagel rubbed his hands on the bronze table unnaturally: "Yeah, I happen to be nearby."

Just the one inside the house.

"Hey, do you know how the church handles this matter?"

"I don't know very well either." Klein didn't hide anything after meeting each other.

"Actually, there was only a commotion in the mansion when I first went, so I went to inform the people in the mechanical heart."

"As a result, when we arrived again, the mansion collapsed violently. The church was responsible for the rest, and I was taken to the police station for questioning."

"I heard that until now, the cardinals have not caught the prisoner." Xiao Ke said with emotion, "The cultists in Backlund are really rampant."

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Yager looked at Klein with an unfriendly gaze.

'I went to inform the mechanical heart. '
The words echoed in his head, reminding him of certain Church personnel who had arrived in an unusually timely manner.

When he followed Green into the sewer, four demigods appeared directly.

Alright, so it was you who backstabbed me!
(End of this chapter)