I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 718 Bige's Great Fortune (Part 11)

Although most of the Night Clan can be considered long-lived species, their lifestyle and sense of time are the same as humans because they live among humans. After the clan leaders reached a consensus, the entire Night Clan began to operate at high speed.

Meanwhile, the Holy See of Light is still mired in various negative problems.

The impact of the holy site being flooded with excrement is far too terrible. Not to mention the smell, just clearing the sewage system that was completely blocked by silt would be a problem.

In fact, when he received the budget list for clearing out the entire cathedral, the Pope even thought it meant that the cathedral was to be completely demolished and rebuilt.

Actually, he wasn't wrong. In fact, if the entire Grand Cathedral were destroyed and rebuilt, the resources consumed would be much less than those used to clear it out.

Because the Grand Cathedral is now unable to even cast spells.

Bigeley's magic has an incomprehensible anti-magic effect, and the Pope cannot use divine grace to cleanse those things. Even if he wanted to, the divine grace accumulated by the entire Holy See over thousands of years would not be enough.

The historical significance of the cathedral itself, and the special rituals it constitutes, cannot be simply demolished. In order to effectively clear it away, they had to find a secular company with no extraordinary background to handle these issues.

Faced with the mountain of "yellow mud," even professional sewer cleaning companies are somewhat hesitant, not because of the smell, but because such a quantity could easily pose risks such as disease outbreaks and biogas explosions.

Therefore, the Pope had no choice but to provide several times the normal price in funds, along with some rather superficial suggestive spells—

It wasn't that he didn't want to hypnotize directly, but rather that the kind of persistent spell would be dispelled as soon as the other party entered the Grand Cathedral.

Having finally managed to resolve the cleanup plan for the Grand Cathedral, the Holy See of Light is now facing another important problem—

How did Bigeley manage to do that?

Lawrence is a secret agent of the Holy See, or to put it more fashionably, a special agent, and this time, he and his colleagues are ordered to gather intelligence on Bigeley.

Don't think this is outrageous; in fact, in Lawrence's eyes, it's not a difficult task at all.

Even a big figure like Bigeley's life inevitably follows a pattern. Real espionage is never like in the movies, where you infiltrate the enemy's headquarters with the best equipment to take photos. Instead, it's about piecing together the truth behind the scenes from all sorts of small details.

In the eyes of the church's leadership, no power can be created out of thin air. Whether it is self-researched or obtained from elsewhere, there must be clues to it. If it is self-researched, there must be a research process. If it is obtained from elsewhere, there must be a learning process with someone.

In this way, as long as we know Bigeley's recent movements, personnel arrangements, who she has met, and where she has been, we can draw a general conclusion.

With his strategy in mind, Lawrence arrived at the familiar black market. Don't assume that the Night Clan is a monolithic group under the pressure of survival. Once they have access to these channels, few can resist taking advantage of them.

Just as Lawrence never doubted that there were similar individuals within the Papacy who were distributing intelligence to the Night Clan.

For this reason, Lawrence was always extremely cautious in his actions, meticulously disguising his identity and background. Even if the Vatican itself had planted spies, he would not reveal his true identity. After confirming through the reflection in the roadside window that his disguise was intact and that he was not being followed, Lawrence finally entered the seemingly ordinary commercial street. After several twists and turns, he walked into a bar.

Listening to the pulsating music, Lawrence expertly pulled out cash to pay the entrance fee, then took out a large denomination bill and handed it to the waiter as a tip for the middleman.

The waiter, having received payment, immediately realized this was a knowledgeable customer and, without further ado, led him directly into the inner area.

The dance floor is filled with the figures of handsome men and beautiful women. Even if there is a surprise inspection, it will only be regarded as a place for one-night stands. But if you observe carefully, you will find that waiters often move around the customers, leaving behind all kinds of drinks, and they seem to talk more than usual.

What kind of information does the guest want?

The middleman, maintaining his waiter's disguise, asked in a voice encrypted with magic, audible only to the two of them.

Lawrence didn't waste any words and went straight to the point:
"I need some information about vampires. Give me a list first."

“Okay.” The middleman, seemingly prepared, flipped open a small booklet, revealing a menu-like price list. Lawrence glanced at it, frowning slightly.
"So expensive?"

"If you had come earlier, it might have been even more expensive." The middleman's tone was devoid of any sarcasm, and Lawrence understood the implication—

"This intelligence has been sold to more than one company."

"This, this, and this." Lawrence scanned the menu items, checked a few distracting items, and then mixed in the content he wanted.

Although this approach is somewhat self-deceptive, in intelligence gathering, even a little extra interference is beneficial.

Shortly after, the middleman returned with a cocktail. After swiping his card to pay a considerable sum, Lawrence received a small chip card.

Pretending to sip his wine while scrolling through his phone, Lawrence glanced at the intelligence report, barely managing to suppress a frown—

"Is this thing... real or fake?"

Looking at those photos, Lawrence's heart was filled with turmoil. The vampire queen had contact with a new generation of geniuses. Under normal circumstances, everyone could naturally regard this as a counter-espionage plot by the vampires. But now, the Grand Cathedral had been inexplicably invaded. If a young genius with a high status in the church was leading the way, then it would be understandable!
Moreover, this vampire queen was clearly in disguise. In other words, most of these geniuses were probably just a smokescreen, a decoy set up to cover up the real collaborator. But the more this was the case, the more certain it became that the vampire queen must have a collaborator. Otherwise, she would have no need to contact so many geniuses at once and leave images behind. If she was just framing someone, she only needed to contact a few targets, and she wouldn't need to release the images through the black market at all, because the Holy See would discover it itself simply by accessing the surveillance system of the Eden's Court.

The fact that it's being done so deliberately now only gives off a sense of trying to cover something up.

"This is going to be a big change." Lawrence felt uneasy, but he quickly relaxed. How to handle this intelligence was a matter for the big shots; he only needed to report the clues he had collected!

For those working in intelligence, the worst thing is to have their own ideas. Once subjective speculation is involved, it will not only distort the intelligence, but it will also be bad for the intelligence personnel's own lives.

(End of this chapter)