Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 60 Air Pollution Investigation Board

Yager blankly threw some scraps of paper into a roadside trash can.

Backlund's morning was still full of traffic.

On the sidewalk beside the road, a dark-haired youth in another trench coat with a turn-down neckline crossed a quiet neighbor's garden.

Green doesn't appear to be home.

Probably went to find the angel of the same sequence last night.

In fact, he was responsible for the poor old thief's moment of terror.It was he who caught Pales Zoroaster's figure in his spirit vision last night, and he told the monocle next to him.

In exchange, Green gave him the address of the mausoleum on the outskirts of Backlund.

It is said that there can lead to a mysterious place isolated from the world.

Green also made it a point to make sure to bring back some glitter ring bugs, or a few top hats, if he does go.
Although the contract confirms that the transaction is established, Yagel clearly recognizes the possible conspiracy in it based on his impression of Moumeng.

Top hats and ring bugs are not what they seem to be.

What's more, apart from this mausoleum, he has another dangerous basement that he has not explored.

After first meeting the blond man at the door of the Church of the Storm, he never found the opportunity to investigate the dilapidated manor on the outskirts of Backlund.

Maybe these two days can be spared.

Just as the black-haired young man was arranging his future plans, a seemingly "ordinary" carriage on the corner of the street caught his attention.

When Yagel looked at it, a white arm secretly stretched out from inside, beckoning to him.

It's the witch Triss.

After he approached, Triss quietly lifted a little curtain.

Her black hair protruded from the car, and through the gap, she could vaguely see the gorgeous interior inside.Obviously, this is one of the cars the prince customized for her.

"Mr. Durest, the incident you entrusted to me to investigate has progressed."

Her slender and raised eyes moved under the curtains, and whispered: "After paying attention, I found that many nobles have a tendency to move closer to the extraordinary. Based on Augustus's attitude in communication, I probably made a list of doubts."

Triss touched her chest with her right hand, and took out a few pieces of paper from the gap between the lace edge and her fair skin.

tough enough.

Yager stared at the paper in silence for a few seconds before reaching out to take it.

Many people's names were written in black ink on the unfolded letter paper, many of which contained the surnames of dukes and earls, and even one of them overlapped with the death list in Backlund's morning newspaper today.

"Most of them once hinted at the extraordinary when talking to each other at the banquet. Among them, Sir Des Shaw may have some intersection with the psychological alchemy meeting you are looking for."

"I don't know what his specific path is, but between two gatherings, he showed an obvious personality change, becoming extra smooth and restrained."

Triss explained, pointing to an ordinary nobleman next to last.

"Des Shaw?" Yager recalled the slightly familiar name.

where did he hear
"The Sir appears to be the chairman of the Air Pollution Commission."

Oh, it's Mr. Summer leading the applied department.

The dark-haired young man quickly remembered what Mrs. Summer always mentioned every time they met.

The Air Pollution Investigation Committee covers a wide area, and currently has a lot of reputation in Backlund.But the most important thing was the secretary of the association, Hibbert Hall, whom he came across while flipping through the pages.

The eldest son of Earl Hall who was absent last time.

If Des Shaw and the Psychological Alchemist Association were indeed inclined to develop members among the emerging nobles according to the information, then the Earl of Hall and the Air Pollution Investigation Committee must be investigated.

"I see." Yagel nodded, and put the information into the pocket inside the windbreaker.

In the distance, there happened to be a coachman and a few men who looked like bodyguards, who were walking towards this side with many items, interrupting Triss who wanted to continue talking.

She could only pray hastily: "Although you can't take me away until the New Year, you can always pay some reward now, please."

"Give this letter to Mr. Talim Dumont for me."

Seeing that she was really working hard, Yager reluctantly agreed to the request, and before the bodyguard over there found a suspicious person talking to the princess, he lowered the brim of his hat and disappeared at the end of the street.

A few minutes later, the Minsk office.

"Good morning, Mr. Yager."

"Good morning, Miss Molly." Yager took off the black hat on his head, and greeted the finance minister who was busy at the front desk again, "Is Miss Melinda not here today?"

In front of the long wooden table, Miss Molly put down a dozen documents in her hand, and looked at him from behind her thick glasses: "She is having a month-end meeting with the lawyers. As you know, it's the one that neither your assistant nor our treasurer needs to attend."

After more than a week of meeting, Miss Molly has become very familiar with Yager.After all, Ms. Melinda's business is as busy as the most famous barrister, and she often asks for replacements everywhere. Ms. Molly thinks that the working environment at the front desk is better than the noisy financial department.

Other employees of the finance department had been successfully discharged from the hospital not long ago and returned to the office, which put even more pressure on the minister.

"Do you need breakfast? My colleagues from the finance department have extra."

"Of course, thank you." Yager reached out to take the coffee and sandwiches, fully feeling the humanistic care among colleagues, "Any news recently?"

He was worth the gossip that Miss Molly asked.

Although Molly has always been centered on work, as a department head with a lot of idlers who pay to go to work, she can get a lot of gossip just by sitting in the office every day.

Sharing them outside of work is one of her few hobbies.

"Of course the biggest thing is the assassination of the king, and the Church of Evernight. The small things here are nothing compared to this big news. People in the ministry are discussing which cult is responsible for this again."

"If you ask me, maybe it was done by someone who is dissatisfied with the factory in the East District."

Miss Molly's guesses, which are quite ordinary.

Yager took a sip of the strong black coffee, and asked casually, "The deceased dukes don't seem to be members of the parliament, do they? Are they related to environmental bills and the like?"

"They have several factories in the East District." Molly curled her lips, "Who knows if they were involved in the previous Capin incident."

"Recently those factories fired a lot of female workers without any compensation."

"Moreover, many people who work in their factories are still sick. The Kingdom's Air Pollution Investigation Committee said that the dust index in the eastern district has exceeded the safety limit and needs to be adjusted. But these people who are full of money-making minds don't care..."

The bell on the hour suddenly echoed in the sky above Backlund.

"Oh! It's time to go to work." Molly quickly stopped talking, resumed agile movements, and stacked all the documents and papers in her hands by category.

"Also, Lawyer Emond told you that the information he obtained from the police station has been placed in the file storage room. You should finish writing the application for the investigation order within the time of this morning's meeting. The storage room is straight down from here."

"OK, thanks."

Yager nodded, took his breakfast, and asked casually: "By the way, do we have relevant information about the Atmospheric Committee and the factory you just mentioned?"

"Yes. Nos. 81-90 in the storage room are files related to the Eastern District."

(End of this chapter)