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Chapter 112 Undercurrents

After yesterday's public trial and cathartic venting, ordinary citizens of Newcastle have witnessed a stunning reversal.

Public opinion in the city was turned upside down overnight.

The official statement said that Rothschild was wrongly accused.

All the masterminds behind the scenes point to the Erinria family.

The announcement claimed that the Adriatic family had long since betrayed the church and sided with the United Front.

They deliberately stirred up conflict between Bishop Tyrion and Vicar Muller-Tattle, attempting to destabilize the entire Newcastle.

All previous accusations against the Rothschilds were fabricated evidence and meticulously planned deceptions by the Adriatic family.

The extreme reversal of public opinion has plunged the people who were vehemently criticizing the Rothschilds just yesterday into complete chaos.

Subsequently, under the covert guidance of certain individuals, a large amount of "evidence" targeting the Adriatic family was made public.

Forged confidential documents, dubious photographs, and pre-arranged witnesses—the frenzy permeated every corner of the city.

The most shocking of all was the slander against Catherine.

Rumors suggest that Kyle Wright was a secret senior officer of the United Front.

He outwardly pledged allegiance to the church and served in the city's garrison, but in reality, he secretly plotted to seize control of the entire Newcastle.

Hex Adelia, who was previously hailed as a beacon of justice throughout the city, was actually a special envoy from the United Front headquarters.

This perfectly explains why he appeared abruptly in the Adelia family as an illegitimate child.

As for the tragic death of Karls Adrià, the cause of death was also completely altered.

Rumors portrayed him as a loyalist who, despite being part of the family, was devoted to the church and wanted to expose the family's conspiracy. Many of his classmates and friends claimed that the Adriatic family had cruelly murdered him to silence him.

A series of statements, interspersed with false evidence and malicious speculation, completely reversed public opinion throughout the city.

The people turned against them, condemning the Adelia family for their despicable and shameless betrayal of the church.

They've completely forgotten that just yesterday they were denouncing the Rothschilds in the square.

Even more absurdly, the notorious King in Yellow organization was whitewashed overnight.

They transformed themselves into a secret righteous organization secretly established by the church to investigate the United Front. Previously powerful figures like Deputy Mayor George and Police Chief Rivers, who had been affiliated with the organization, were now portrayed as heroes who endured humiliation and hardship.

Many people expressed remorse and admiration for these individuals, completely forgetting their previous anger and contempt.

These opportunistic nobles, their faces ashen, knelt in the Tartel family mansion, trembling all over.

Muller-Tattle sat in the main seat, quietly flipping through the thick stack of intelligence reports in front of him, his face calm and expressionless.

"I was aware beforehand that the Rothschilds were secretly forming an organization."

"I thought it was just a child playing around, so I never paid much attention to it."

2

Müller's voice was calm and low, yet it instilled fear in all the dignitaries present, who dared not even raise their heads.

"But you all insist on doing such low and despicable things, and afterwards I have to clean up your mess."

"Your Excellency, we know we were wrong!"

"We only obey Young Master Rothschild and never dare to disobey!" The crowd lay on the ground, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Is that so?" Muller's tone was slightly cold, carrying a chilling sarcasm. "The moment it happened, you turned around and clung to Tyrion's coattails, wagging your tail and begging for mercy. Was that also following orders?"

These words, though seemingly casual, struck them like a heavy hammer.

The crowd was so frightened that they prostrated themselves on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy, blood seeping from their foreheads.

"We were wrong, please spare our lives, Your Excellency Müller!"

"We are willing to give everything to atone for our sins!"

Müller didn't even bother to look at him, his eyes filled with disdain.

"I have to clean up the mess I made myself."

"If I hadn't returned in time, Newcastle would have already changed hands, and you old elites would have been completely abandoned."

"A bunch of idiots."

He coldly rebuked and waved his hand: "Get out."

"Remember, loyalty is only given once. If it happens again, kill without mercy."

The crowd felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and they kowtowed and thanked him profusely before crawling backward out of the hall.

Muller looked at the soiled carpet, his brow furrowed, filled with impatience.

"They're all a bunch of idiots."

A tall Crusader commander stood beside him and spoke in a deep voice.

"I never imagined that Newcastle would fall into such a mess after you were only gone for a few days."

Muller coughed lightly, his expression indifferent.

"There is never a shortage of fools in the world, even my grandnephew is extremely dull."

"If the Tuttle family hadn't been without a successor, I wouldn't have bothered to support him at all."

"You were so decisive and ruthless back then, but now you have to clean up the messes left by the younger generation every day," the Crusader commander lamented.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Muller's eyes. He slammed the document in his hand onto the table and began to stroke the old pocket watch.

"It's just some trivial trouble."

"Only Kellright was stubborn and dull-witted. He wanted to become a paladin through military merit, but when he couldn't, he stuck to rigid dogma."

"I've given him countless chances, but he never cherished them. This time, he dared to openly oppose me."

"What do you plan to do with the Adelia family?"

"Killing one Catherine is only a temporary solution."

"Newcastle must undergo a thorough purge to eliminate all disloyal and dissenting forces in order to prevent future troubles."

The Crusader commander rubbed his neck, looking utterly bored.

"I thought the Manchester Hellgate incident would be a tough battle, but the situation was calmed down very easily."

"It's really boring to come all the way back with you to deal with these petty, trivial matters."

Müller's expression suddenly turned serious.

"Something's not right about what happened in Manchester."

"This disaster should not have subsided so quickly, especially since the Bishop of Manchester, Clingtail, is still missing."

"If you stay in Manchester, the bishopric will be within your grasp."

Müller's tone was indifferent and dismissive.

"If I wanted this position, I would have achieved it twenty years ago."

"I'm just curious, what secrets does the Manchester Hell Gate hold?"

"No matter how talented Sister Inessa is, she could never suppress the gates of hell and seal the monsters by herself alone. She must have outside help."

"Unfortunately, we had no informants in Manchester, and the local church kept their mouths shut, so we couldn't find out anything."

"You finally found a clue, after all, you are a senior bishop-level authority in the church," the Crusader Commander said.

Muller's expression was icy as he slowly uttered a name.

Horus.

"Is he the legendary person who foresaw the apocalyptic catastrophe and personally stopped the Demon Lord of Hell?"

"It's quite intriguing that the United Front could produce such a figure."

"Don't delve any further into this matter," the Crusader commander quickly interjected. "That being can directly confront high-ranking demons from Hell; it must be the Allied Front's ultimate trump card."

"This kind of troublesome situation can be left to the London Church Federation to handle; we don't need to get involved."

Muller snorted coldly and said nothing more, but deep down he still felt that this mysterious man named Horus was enough to shake up the future of the entire British Empire.

Just then, two wounded and disheveled crusaders burst in.

Müller looked up, his brow furrowed.

"What happened?"

The two men were covered in wounds, one of them even had an ear cut off, making them look miserable.

Grant, the Crusader commander standing beside him, instantly darkened his expression.

"You guys are so flustered even when handling small matters?"

"All I asked you to do was chase down two fleeing junior officers, and it's turned into this mess?"

The two crusaders looked ashamed, their voices trembling.

"We caught up with our target, but they were heavily guarded."

"They're just ordinary guards from the Adriatic family. You can't even handle them with your whole team?" Grant shouted sternly.

"We successfully intercepted some of the guards, but the key target still escaped!"

"What did you say?" Grant's expression changed drastically. "Who are they? Are they UFSAT enhanced soldiers?"

The two crusaders did not speak, but trembled as they handed over a severed arm.

The severed arm was cut off by a Crusader longsword, and a clear tattoo was clearly imprinted on the severed arm—

Upside-down cross.

The moment Grant and Muller saw the tattoo, their expressions changed drastically, and their pupils contracted slightly.

The United Front members are really hiding in Newcastle.