"Sai also mentioned that before I became a necromancer, I was responsible for some tasks that were rarely seen in the light. Most of these tasks were issued by the 'Dark Hand' organization in Kongsbod's underground world." Jean patiently The introduction said: "It can be said that everything that Kongsbord has seen now has to go through the channels of secret hands."
Kelsen searched his memory and found that he had never heard of this organization. It seems that they are indeed outside the surface society. This is only more troublesome than the well-known gangs. It is somewhat like a godfather: " I didn’t expect that there are such evil forces in a church city like Kongsbode.”
"Without them, where would those priests and nobles go to vent their selfish desires?" Jean sneered, but there was a helpless indifference in his eyes: "Prostitutes, private pets, flying leaves, as long as the money is in place, the secret hands will be there. I can handle everything for you. Of course, including corpses, in fact, I have been pretending to be a customer with a special hobby..."
"Stop it, I won't listen to the rest of this." Kelsen raised his hand to stop talking: "Tell me about what you said about the leader being killed."
Jean lit a cigarette and slowly explained what he understood in the mist.
The leader of the Dark Hand is generally called "Pattern Palm", and he also leads five second-in-commands called "Fingers", who is basically Kongsbod, the Emperor of the Night. And this generation of tattoo palms is also a generation of heroes. Unfortunately, they don't understand the principle of retreating from the rapids. They have held on to the corrupt power for too long, which naturally aroused the covetousness of the dissatisfied people.
Kelsen waved the smoke subconsciously. He didn't like smoking in his previous life: "So it was the finger that made the Old Pattern Palm, and now he is in charge of the Dark Hand?"
"That's the problem. All five fingers were involved in this matter, but the spoils were unevenly divided among the five after the incident. Currently, the secret agents are divided into four parts. Everyone has their own rules, and they have to pay the fees several times." Gene said At this moment, his brows were furrowed: "And every finger is trying to make money crazily, vying for the position of the palm. So for the fingers that control the original channel, the asking price... is a bit high."
Kelsen frowned and fell into deep thought. After a while, he asked: "No one can talk about anything? Even the five fingers can't do it. So what is their overall strength?"
Gene is very familiar with his family. After all, he used to do intelligence work: "The strongest finger is a third-level professional and has a third-level deputy. The other finger deputies are probably at the second level, and they have several first-level professionals. The thugs and the professional gunmen they led.”
After saying that, he looked at Kelsen with no worries on his face. After all, this was a big boss who could defeat Master Donik. He didn't just kill a few third-order ants casually. They all had a way to kill them.
But Kelsen's real thought was, it's over, it's too much.
The strength of just one finger is beyond his reach, let alone five...five, five fingers might be really good. A plan emerged from Kelsen's mind, and it was a combination of vertical and horizontal operations that no one in this world had ever seen before.
"What is your original channel? How strong is it?" Kelson looked at Jean.
"Antoine, originally the strongest one, has taken over the most power from Old Pattern Palm, and is currently the one with the biggest say."
"Okay, let's talk to him tomorrow first." Kelsen confirmed his thoughts. He must take advantage of this secret agent when he is at his weakest. The solution channel is one thing. If it works well, maybe it will be solved later. We can go further...
Then he told Jean in detail the function and production method of Buye's Furnace. If you want people to do things for you, how can you do it without giving them some subjective initiative? After listening to Kelson's description, Jean was obviously very excited and was already following his lead.
The first step of the plan is to go there first.
Kelsen took half a day off the next day, of course, with his own approval. After getting the test forms, he slipped out of the hospital and got into Gene's car through the back door.
"Shall we go directly to see Antoine?" Jean started the ether car.
"No, let's go to the church that Carlisle is in charge of first."
Obviously Gene knew the location of Carlisle Church. In about ten minutes, the two of them stopped outside the church that looked like it had some age. The exterior wall of the church seemed to have been recently painted with white paint, which made it look very clean, but the inside looked a bit quaint, and Carlisle was sitting in the chapel in a daze, bored.
He was obviously surprised when he saw the two people arriving, then looked around and hurriedly locked the church door.
"Will the Holy Spirit also close the door for believers?" Kelsen joked.
"The Holy Spirit won't do it, but it's normal for a priest to have a headache and not accept him temporarily." Carlisle didn't seem to have that much respect for the God he believed in: "Why did you two come suddenly?"
"We are going to handle the channel matter, and we need your identity as a priest's agent." Kelson explained: "You don't mind."
"I don't mind, but the rats in the Dark Hand don't look down on a priest's business." Carlisle said.
"I remember that every priest who takes office needs a leader as a recommender." Kelsen smiled.
"Although I have always wanted to cause some trouble for that old man." Carlisle's expression became serious: "But if he is involved, I'm afraid it will uproot 'us'."
"No, I only need proof from your agent. It doesn't need to involve your name, let alone the identity of the bishop." Kelsen nodded his head: "Some things don't need to be said too clearly, people will naturally understand Think up there.”
"Well, they say the lich is cunning, and it seems that he deserves his reputation." Carlisle stared at Kelson with his eyes wide open for a while, then he admired sincerely, and then cleared his throat: "The guardian knight of the temple has been eavesdropping for a long time and should go out to do something. ”
"Yes, my princess." Dick walked out of the side room: "A certificate of agency, with a little hint of magic, will definitely make no one doubt the identity of the user."
After speaking, he raised his hand, and the flames of the Nine Abyss ignited at his fingertips. When the flames dissipated, a gold-plated business card appeared between his fingers. He handed it to Kelsen respectfully, and then gave an exaggerated salute.
Kelsen took the business card and flipped through the delicate paper. The suggestion spell on it made him think for a moment that he was indeed Carlisle's agent. He quickly stuffed the business card into his pocket to isolate himself from the temptation.
"Sorry to bother you two, please wait for our good news." Kelson said goodbye to the two of them and left the church with Gene.
The first step of the plan went very smoothly and even exceeded expectations. With this identity, he could safely sit at the negotiation table with those worms who rely on violence and blood to create fear, instead of being regarded as a mess sent by other opponents. Shot to death.
Next stop, Antoine's mansion.
Kelsen planned to find out what the new leader said.
