Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 63 Viscount Pound
A few minutes later, the scene finally calmed down. With the support of the gray-haired man and Yager, Mrs. Mary came to the door of the club in a daze, and silently wiped her tears.

Mr. Doragu Gale had slipped away quietly, but fortunately, Yager reached out in time to rescue the fruits of Detective Moriarty's labor, preventing it from being swallowed by the distraught gentleman after it was torn apart.
"Thank you, Dr. Chris. And you, sir, thank you very much for saving important evidence for me, otherwise I really don't know what to do."

At the farewell, Mary couldn't help crying, and kept wiping the tears from her face with a handkerchief.

Dr. Chris hurried forward to comfort him.

"It's okay, it's okay, thank you very much. I'm fine. The next step is to see a lawyer, and I'll be fine." Mary waved her hand, pressed her face twice with a handkerchief, regained a trace of calmness on the surface, and boarded the brand-new carriage at the door.

The coachman carefully closed the door for her. Judging from his actions, this large carriage seemed to be the lady's private property.

The sound of horseshoes 'da da' disappeared at the end of the road.

It wasn't until the back was completely invisible that Dr. Chris's shoulders relaxed with relief: "Oh my god, it's really hard to appease the emotions of an unfortunate friend."

Yager nodded in agreement, and silently smoothed his wrinkled sleeves.

They turned and went back to the cafeteria. The doctor pulled away the chair from the small table next to him, brought two new plates of pastries, and sat down again facing Jagel.

The restaurant, which was in a mess just now due to the tugging, was quickly restored to its original clean and tidy appearance by the timely cleaning of the maid, and the gentlemen who were curious in the distance also returned to their respective affairs.

"I didn't have time to introduce myself just now. I'm Alan Kress, just call me Alan. I run a hospital in Midtown." Dr. Alan said friendly.

"Leo Lister, assistant attorney at the Minsk office."

Yager smiled, and took a few sips of chestnut coffee, letting the strong coffee bean smell cover up the smell of Mrs. Mary's perfume all over him.

The purpose of continuing to use a false name is to avoid being caught on the spot when the real returning lawyer appears.

"Ah, so you are a lawyer. No wonder you were so calm just now, and even snatched back the key evidence. If you didn't have that photo, Mary would be in real trouble."

"Oh, what a surprise. I also heard that Mary is working hard recently. I hope that one of herself and her husband Dolagu can enter the Air Pollution Investigation Committee. She is a goddess believer and her family background is clean. Originally, she had the best chance."

Allen sighed with worry: "I don't know if she can cheer up now and take this key position."

It was this lady who was going to the committee, and not Doragu Gale?

But there is no difference, both of them are completely ordinary people.

Yagel silently analyzed it, and said with a smile on the surface: "I believe Mrs. Mary can do it. Coim Company should belong to her according to the inheritance law. After the divorce, the shares will still be returned to her. With the shares and the identity of the Goddess, she has an advantage in the competition for the recruitment committee."

"Ah, yes, the lawyer's opinion is very reasonable. Otherwise, I thought my bad luck had spread to my friend."

Yager looked away from the pastry and looked at the doctor with doubts: "What bad luck?"

Allen said with a wry smile: "It's a series of unlucky things I've encountered recently. I don't know why, since a few days ago, I have been very unhappy. The operations I perform are always imperfect due to various reasons, and accidents are always encountered at work, resulting in being late or simply missing the patient's appointment."

"My wife is still pregnant and it's just unbelievably worrying."

oh?Speaking of which, there seems to be something wrong with him.
Yager's eyes froze, and he saw the faint extraordinary fluctuations that were almost invisible on the doctor's body, shrouding the surroundings like a halo.

This may be the source of his bad luck.

It may be because the extraordinary ability is not used on the doctor himself, but he was unfortunately affected, so this state is so difficult to trace back.

But the level of volatility doesn't look low, it could even be high, coming from a never-before-seen sequence.

"You really need to pay attention. You can try going to church on weekends. Maybe God's light can purify your recent troubles."

He also recorded this incident in the small notebook in his heart.

This is the first few high-sequences of Backlund, and the situation does seem to be a bit wrong
Judging from the information from the Church of Evernight, it is not bad to have multiple demigods in a region, but now, the number of Light Angels in Backlund is almost five!

What are they planning?
"Haha, Detective Moriarty said the same." The bitterness in Dr. Allen's words was slightly less, "So I really plan to go in a few days..."

But before the doctor could finish speaking, the beautiful maid who came from a distance interrupted his words.

The maid bowed respectfully: "I'm sorry to interrupt the conversation between the two of you, but Mr. Lister, Miss Jessica is already waiting for you in the manager's office."

"Ok."

After asking the doctor for a business card, he followed the maid upstairs.

……

Miss Jessica was an elite lady dressed as a strong woman, her brown hair was neatly tied back, and she was wearing red lip gloss. She was sitting behind the manager's desk.

As if she is the master of this office.

But it’s not too bad. Apart from this club, Mr. Cragg seems to have many other industries. Naturally, it is impossible to have time to check the reports and operations in detail. Most of the work is done by Miss Jessica.

She asked seriously: "Mr. Liszt, are you here because of any changes at the bank?"

"No, the bank's process is still going on normally. I just came to return the copies of some key materials to prevent unnecessary loss of confidentiality." Yager took out the photos from the bag and returned them to the secretary, and then asked seemingly casually, "Are Mr. Cragg's antiques all right? About their origin?"

"The specific valuation of the bank and the purchase route are also related."

Miss Jessica, who was wondering why the copy was worth a special visit, suddenly realized: "It's all fine."

"Most of the antiques are bought from auctions, and the valuation is very clear. Only two or three other nobles will resell some problems."

"I'll bring you the information."

She stood up, rummaged in the cabinet on the left, and finally took out a dozen materials with "Viscount Pound" written on it.

On the opened page, there are several large clocks with patterns very similar to pocket watches.

"These are all purchased from Viscount Pound. I heard that the Viscount's original house has recently changed hands for the fourth time. There may be some problems in it. The new owner even called the police..."

Listening to her explanation, Yagel turned the document back a few pages, and successfully found the original owner's address at the end.

"8 Williams Street"

Familiar, very familiar.

Even the familiarity makes people unhappy.

The picture of the building above the address is exactly the manor that the blond angel led him to when they first met.

The invisible conspiracy seems to be closed again.

(End of this chapter)