Mystery: A Spark

He then quickly slipped into the shadows, moving silently.

After wandering in the shadows for a while and confirming with his ghostly vision that he was not being followed, Arthur still did not go home, but went directly to St. Hillan Church.

Before entering the church, he first restored his original appearance, and then entered the church to offer a devout prayer to the emblem of the god of steam.

Although it was already night, the Church of St. Hillan was still open.

Upon seeing him, the bishop inside first drew a simple steam emblem on his chest, and then said, "Praise be to the god of steam."

Then he ignored Arthur.

After a prayer, Arthur rose and left the church, then slipped into the shadows and headed home.

When Arthur got home, he saw Arthas lying on the sofa, seemingly waiting for him.

"Why are you back? Have you finished watching the show?"

"I've finished reading it. A Sequence 5 assassinates a Sequence 8 but gets killed instead. This plot is amazing. I doubt even novels would dare to write something like this." Arthas looked astonished.

"Therefore, reality is always more magical than fiction."

Arthur picked up the puppy and went to the study, intending to write a letter.

However, when he entered the study, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

"Little guy, when did you get back?" Arthur asked casually.

"You just got back?" Arthas tensed up.

"Really? Then why were the pens in the study moved?" Arthur sensed the puppy's nervousness and turned it over so it was facing him.

"Uh...maybe it was the wind, yes, it was the wind." Arthas's gaze drifted to the side.

"The windows are all closed, and the wind is blowing. Hurry up and tell me honestly, what exactly did you write?"

Arthur poked the puppy's belly in an annoyed tone and said.

The reason he kept asking this question was because he remembered when he first acquired the flesh manipulation technology, he tried to dress as a woman and was seen by this little puppy.

He remembered that things in his study had been moved around that time, but Arthur hadn't thought much of it before.

It wasn't until this time that he finally connected the two events.

"I... I was just writing whatever came to mind," Arthas stammered.

"You're not going to tell me? Fine."

Arthur pressed the puppy down on the desk and then started creaking.

"Help! Haha... It's so itchy... I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

Before long, the puppy couldn't withstand Arthur's "torture" and had to confess its crimes.

"You little brat, hand over the diary right now!"

Arthur grabbed the puppy by the scruff of its neck and lifted it up, saying.

“Arthur…” The puppy looked at Arthur with teary eyes, trying to fool him.

However, Arthur remained unmoved and insisted that it hand over the diary that recorded its shameful deeds, wanting to destroy its dark history.

Left with no other choice, Arthas obediently spat out the diary.

Arthur put down the puppy, opened the diary, and immediately flew into a rage.

However, just as he was about to teach that little thing another lesson, he discovered that the guy had already run away while he was distracted by reading his diary.

......

On Friday morning, a foggy early morning, Klein sat at his dining table, breaking up the oat bread he had specially bought and soaking it in milk, trying a new way of eating it.

Although his body had long since changed, his pursuit and dedication to food were etched into his soul, making him completely unable to adapt to the monotonous and repetitive breakfast style of the Kingdom of Rune.

Therefore, he could only try as many things as possible, not limiting himself to toast, bread, bacon, sausage, butter, and cream, striving to expand the boundaries and enrich the ways of eating.

Klein scooped up a small, softened piece of oat bread with a spoon, put it in his mouth, and with just a few chews, he could feel the milk, full of the aroma of oats, flowing out, and the aftertaste of the bread became even sweeter.

After finishing breakfast, Klein put down his fork and spoon, and instead of cleaning up, picked up the newspapers that had just been delivered and leisurely began to read them.

In the first column, which occupied the largest section, Klein immediately saw the news of "Ambassador Beckeron killed".

"My fellow villagers are really reliable; they're so efficient..." Klein thought to himself.

Last night, with the help of the bodyguards he had hired, he successfully killed Rosago, who came to kill him, and obtained the potion recipes for the Diviner's Sequence Seven to Sequence Five.

From Arthur's pleas, Klein learned that Beckron had been killed by the other party.

With that, the incident that occurred because of a small commission was finally over... Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

To celebrate, he brewed himself a cup of black tea, intending to savor it slowly.

At that moment, Klein suddenly felt his spirit touched. He tapped his teeth and saw the tall, skeletal messenger holding a letter.

Mr. Azik replied... Klein felt inexplicably uneasy.

He took the letter, quickly opened it, and began to read it—

"It's good to know you're still alive, Klein."

"In fact, I have often been put in a coffin and woke up again. Although such things are rare, they are not unprecedented. So you don't need to worry too much about being brought back to life."

"As for the reward, thank you for your kind intentions, but money doesn't mean much to me now. You know, I've lived many lives, and in those past lives, I've accumulated some substantial wealth. So, now that you've received this money, you can use it as you see fit."

So this is the kind of big shot who doesn't care about money? Mr. Azik is probably the one who really has no interest in money at all... Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He shifted his posture and leisurely continued reading the letter in his hand—

"Hehe, if you're wondering how to use this sudden windfall, I can give you some advice. I think I have quite a bit of experience in financial management."

"In addition, the Wriggling Hunger is now in my hands. You can also buy the Wriggling Hunger from me for 15,000 gold pounds, but I don't really recommend it. You should focus on ascending your sequence so that you have enough spirituality to control powerful magical items."

Mr. Azik's suggestion was quite pertinent. Even if I got my hands on the Wriggling Hunger now, I'm afraid I'd have a hard time using it... Klein thought to himself.

He continued reading—

"In addition, the reason why it took me so long to reply to your letter is because I have been busy investigating an interesting matter recently. I have discovered a new force in the spirit world."

A new force has emerged in the spirit world, and even Mr. Azik has taken an interest in it… Klein picked up his cup of red tea and turned to the next page of the letter—

"Although this small force is not very strong at present, it acts secretly and its purpose is unclear, which arouses my curiosity."

"I have some resources in the spirit world, but even so, after my initial investigation, I only know the name of this small force."

"Its name is the Scourge."

"Pfft, cough cough cough cough..." Klein sprayed the black tea he hadn't even had a chance to swallow all over the table.

Chapter 128 Hugh: I have received rigorous training

In Queens, in Earl Hall's luxurious villa.

Audrey sat on a white napkin, watching the maid cut bacon for her, arrange perfectly cooked eggs on both sides, spread jam on fluffy bread, and add sauce to the grilled mushrooms.

In true aristocratic families, maids were divided into many categories. In addition to personal maids, there were maids for different bedrooms, studies, living rooms, guest rooms, clothing, shoes, jewelry, dining, laundry, and kitchen, with strict correspondence between each type of maid, one for each task.

Although this was a great waste of manpower, for nobles, dignity was everything, and they would not lower their standards in this regard unless they were heavily indebted.

Audrey took a sip of the reddish-brown tea, letting the subtle aroma of malt and rose linger in her mouth.

Just then, she heard her father, Earl Hall, a member of the Kingdom's Senate and a prominent banker, muttering to himself while looking at the newspaper in his hand:

"I never imagined that Ambassador Becker would be assassinated."

Ambassador Beckeron is dead? I haven't even found a suitable helper yet... Who could have done this? Let's rule out Little Sun first, the remaining three members are all possibilities... Audrey suppressed her surprise and doubt, not showing any obvious abnormality.

But she immediately rejected her previous idea, thinking that it was unlikely that Fors was the one who did it.

Although Fors has a way to get Mr. A to act on her behalf, she probably doesn't have enough leverage to sway him.

Sigh, if Fors had joined the Tarot Club next week, I could have asked Mr. A to complete the task given by Mr. Fool through her... Audrey couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

She was frustrated that she had brought Fors in too early, which meant she no longer had a suitable channel for extraordinary talent.

After accepting the mission to assassinate Ambassador Beckeron at the Tarot meeting, Audrey originally intended to ask Fors and Hugh to help her contact Mr. A and have him assassinate Ambassador Beckeron, just like before.

But Audrey soon realized that if she asked Fors to do any tasks related to the Tarot Club after Fors joined the Tarot Club, her own identity within the Tarot Club would be exposed.

Because so far, the only female members of the Tarot Club are her and Fors.

Therefore, Audrey could not go to Hugh and Fors, but had to find other extraordinary channels on her own.

However, before this, the only extraordinary channel Audrey had access to was the extraordinary party hosted by Mr. A, which was introduced by Fors and Hugh.

Therefore, Audrey, despite having the money, was unable to complete the task entrusted to her by Mr. Fool to kill Ambassador Beckeron because she could not find a suitable helper.

Sigh, it seems I need to find some clues about the Psychological Alchemy Society as soon as possible. There are many things I can't do myself, and it's really painful to have money but not be able to spend it... Audrey sighed inwardly.

She displayed just the right amount of curiosity and asked Earl Hall:

"Dad, did the newspaper say who did this? And will this affect our Rune?"

Audrey wanted to glean some clues to determine whether the person who made the move was Mr. Chariot or Mr. Hanged Man.

She didn't think it was done by someone outside their Tarot Club, because it was too much of a coincidence that Ambassador Beckeron was assassinated just days after Mr. Fool issued the mission.

Upon hearing Audrey's question, Earl Hall replied:

"The newspapers said that the Aurora Society did it, but they didn't give a detailed account of what happened or who the culprit was. They were probably just using the Aurora Society as a scapegoat."

"As for the impact on Rune, it won't actually have a significant impact. The kingdom has many new policies that are about to be implemented, and they need a period of stability, so we won't rashly start a war."

The events of last night were reported in the newspapers this morning, and although the details were not provided, a scapegoat was found, which is enough to explain His Majesty the King and his ministers' thinking.

……

In Hillston, Hugh and Fors stared blankly at the newspaper in front of them.

After a while, Hugh turned to Fors and asked:

"Is it related to you?"

“Of course it has nothing to do with me. You know Mr. A’s party is still two days away, and I don’t have enough money to get Mr. A to kill someone for me. I’m not Miss Audrey,” Fors said, shaking her head.

She picked up the newspaper on the table and said with some emotion:

"I never expected that an ambassador of a country could be killed so easily. I wonder who did it."