Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 83 The End of the Eastern District and the Beginning of the Mausoleum

The dark apartment hall and the sunny street seem to be clearly separated, separated from the dilapidated gate, separating two completely different lives.

Laundrymaid Liv fought back her tears and looked at the familiar detective expectantly.

I hope he can keep his daughter's fragile life.

"Of course." Klein looked at the two in a daze, and unconsciously uttered these words.

How could he refuse?

Hmm... the hymn bell belongs to Mr. Bishop, so it's not good to use too much energy.It doesn't matter, he can use a little less on his own, and when most of the cure is cured, he can take medicine by himself to support himself.

But Liv and the others can't.

The five pounds saved over the years in that bag of savings is already very good, but it is still the cost of Daisy Freya's education, the food for the future, their clothes for the next few years, and the hope for a better life.

As the drunk in the longshoremen's tavern once murmured:
"People like us are like stalks in the field. When the wind blows, they will fall down. Even if there is no wind, they may fall down"

Can't let this be the wind that blows them down.

This was the only thought left in his mind.

".I still want to do volunteer work this time."

Klein said softly, firmly shaking the bell in his hand.

Accompanied by the faint and distant 'jingle' sound, the sun moved into the apartment a little bit, as if the prayers and goodwill that crossed two worlds finally fell on the deserving person.

Perhaps, when the hymn bell was made, it also had such a vision.

"Jingle Bell."

"Jingle Bell--"

Distant voices echoed inside and outside the alley.

Accompanied by invisible fluctuations, the complexions of Liv and Freya turned rosy visible to the naked eye.

Their bodies no longer trembled, and their out-of-focus eyes glowed again.

Tears slid down his rough cheeks.

"Thank you, thank you." Liv rubbed her tears and thanked incoherently, not knowing how to express her gratitude to the kind detective in front of her.

Freya, who recovered slightly, was still coughing, but she still kept bowing to Klein.

Tomorrow seems to be better.

On the edge of the East District, the old Kohler held the newly bought sliced ​​bread and ham, and ran towards his rented apartment in the East District with joy.

After becoming an informant, the money given by the kind-hearted Mr. Detective is enough for him to get out of the vagabond life.He is doing odd jobs at the pier now, earning a few soli for odds and ends every day.

Enough is enough.

The old Kohler took out the crumpled cigarette in his pocket and put it in his mouth. With his wrinkled face, he looked around vigilantly to ensure that the hungry pedestrians with red eyes pounced on him and took away his hard-won little harvest.

"The ham is still too expensive, and he still has to buy it separately with others, but it doesn't matter, it's already good, he can have three slices of ham every meal this week... no, at least five slices of ham." '

As he thought about it, he glanced suspiciously at the members of the major churches who were rushing by on both sides.

'I don't know what's going on over there... There have always been many accidents in the Eastern District these two weeks.But fortunately, none of it will fall on him, a little man, the gust of wind seems to have blown away even the haze..."

The figure of old Kohler disappeared at the end of the road.

It will be better tomorrow.

……

A few minutes later, Yager and Medici came out of the alley with a few burn marks on their cheeks.

"You have to pay extra compensation, because I have already paid you in advance the information you want!" Medici squeezed out this sentence through his teeth.

He clutched the brand new wound on his arm after the violent physical conflict between the two.

"Okay, okay." Yager nodded perfunctorily.

Some apparently unscathed tentacle monsters also apparently gained the upper hand in the physical confrontation.

He looked around casually, ready to find a corner to teleport home.

Things could still be blamed on Leonard when the cut was made, but now the clothes can no longer be seen...

The black-haired youth's shirt was covered with red flesh and white organ fragments, without exception, mixed with the malicious aura of the real creator.

Because Mr. A is not dead, some are still jumping, trying to slap someone with their tiny tails.

"..."

Yagel patted his arm silently, and swept away all the shreds of meat with such evil thoughts.

Let's go to church after changing clothes.

"Master...Mr. Dryest?" In the distance, Klein, who had cured Liv and the others, walked back quickly, and unconsciously glanced at the stranger next to him.

She looks young, and her demeanor, well, her demeanor is not very mature...

A friend of the Bishop?

Through the relatively familiar gestures of the two, he guessed.

"I'm sorry, I used the bell a little too much. If there is extra consumption, I will refill it." Klein handed over the hymn bell in his hand.

"It's okay." Yagel took it and stuffed it into his pocket. "It doesn't matter if you use it more or less."

"By the way, I'm going back."

"If you continue to stay here, remember to be careful of a certain blonde Beyonder."

According to the spirit vision, the other party is not nearby at all, and it will be very troublesome to chase after him.

Gee.

Considering the identity of the other party's true god's favored person, he reminded him friendly.

But Medici next to him slightly raised his eyebrows.

He sneered: "You guessed wrong. The power of that madman is more than that."

"It doesn't feel like Him."

"Of course, it is also possible that he is behind the scenes. He always likes to do this. But direct influence? It's not like that at all."

Medici didn't care about the secret detectives he had tried before, and said to himself.

Even Einhorn and Sauron, in order to maintain a false normal appearance in front of strangers, did not come out to mock him at this time.

Hearing this explanation, Klein froze for a moment.

What they were talking about should be the angel that Mr. Bishop mentioned in the Tarot meeting last time, who was in the same boat as King George III.

If it doesn't look like that angel did it...

His pupils shrank!
"It's 0-08?!"

Yager looked over with doubts: "0-08?"

"A sealed artifact that was once stolen by the Church of Evernight was stolen by Ince Zangwill who failed in promotion. According to the information I got, he is now in Backlund!" Klein explained, clenched his right hand unconsciously. became a fist.

……

At the cemetery in the suburbs of Backlund, the ordinary-looking and dull quill suddenly jumped out of the hand of Ince Zangwill, who hurriedly ordered the security outside.

Under his horrified gaze, it quickly wrote on the table:
"Oh! Something terrible has happened!"

"The conspiracy between the Aurora Society, the Witch Sect, and even the royal family has been completely broken."

"The three major churches have sent a large number of teams to the East District. It won't be long before even the little cold brought by Ms. Despair will be wiped away."

"But at this moment, Jagel Durest learned about Ince Zangwill from the familiar detective Moriarty!"

"Ah! It's unbelievable that the two existences in the spirit world happened to be fighting at the same address, and the resulting storm spread to reality, and the three of Yager happened to be involved!"

"The fall of the storm is just outside the mausoleum."

"Yes! It's such a coincidence!"

(End of this chapter)