It starts all over again, like removing a ribbon from a gift box with a complicated bow.
Agatha closed the door and took a deep breath of the afternoon air. She felt the cool wind rush into her lungs. I actually complained about the air quality in Blumnot? She felt that she probably went to the dungeon less. "The puzzle is complete, revealing a sacred silver lily. I can guarantee, Your Excellency, that your apprentice will not be happy to hear such a truth."
"Then don't listen."
The young man said, "I can tell it for you."
It must have been embellished, the detective thought, so it couldn't be more cruel than the truth. Sometimes she really wishes she had a god as a belief, because no one living in this world can persist until the end without relying on belief. If heaven really exists, hell would seem so forgiving as the fate of failure.
"This matter is not the result of the past three days." She told the commander of the tower, "nor is it a problem that occurred seven days ago. It stems from wounds caused in the more distant past, which have been hidden until now and can only be exposed today. In the sun. But it’s too late—it turns from a hazard into a scourge. Peel the skin off again—what the hell! The only consequence of doing so is rot.”
"Freezing can at best delay the pain, but cannot cure the injury." The messenger commented. No one has a better say on this topic than he does.
"This is a ridiculous conclusion that you may not necessarily believe."
"Even if you don't believe it, I won't kill you."
This guarantee was enough, although she hoped that the other party would give a longer period. Agatha handed the coat of arms back to the messenger.
She took the lead and walked in the front. Two patrol officers followed behind, one on the left and the other on the right. On the left is Picol, who salutes the White Envoy with admiration. The bald Sheriff on the right is a big man, with an expression on his face full of confusion and horror. They returned to Hobson's interrogation room, and the messenger was not with them. The steps of the magistrates caused a wailing in the prison.
Candles were lit in the dungeon, and patrolling knights guarded the passages, sometimes knocking on the iron bars and yelling at the prisoners to keep quiet. This does not include tower maintenance technicians. Andrew Furner was lying on a chair, staring blankly at the iron chain hanging from the bed. His breath smelled of blood. Just like when Agatha left the Verner's villa for the second time, he was left behind everyone without any movement. The mantra potion seemed to have taken away the man's backbone.
Opposite him, the vampire profiteer could only vent his anger but not take it in. Large swaths of white frost covered the membrane wings behind him, freezing them together.
Half an hour ago, the unlucky man attacked the maintenance man as Agatha expected, and was then nailed to the door by the messenger's sword. Gardner probably never dreamed that the tower commander would be waiting for him personally outside the villa. He didn't even have a chance to speak sophistry, so he became a half-dead prisoner in shackles. The detective felt a little sorry for him.
The young man gave them one last glance, then opened the golden door of the Star Gap and disappeared behind the ripples. When he showed up outside the Gambler's Sanctuary, Uriel was already waiting for them.
Agatha arrived shortly afterwards.
"I thought you weren't coming," said the detective. "But it's better now. So shall I start?"
The White Envoy did not give the apprentice a chance to interrupt, and he did not care about Mr. Eze's reaction. "Stop talking nonsense." He ordered bluntly.
"The beginning of a story is not necessarily eye-catching." Agatha said slowly, "For example, after the Raven War forty years ago, the remnants of Motog poured into the gates of San Carlos—" Her The voice was clear and loud, and Uriel couldn't help but shudder.
"The people who get the tickets are not only the rich or the nobles, because there are always cunning rats who hitch a ride. The pollution of the Fog City also started from that time. The immigrants brought noise, poverty, difference and barbarism Customs, these things breed chaos. However, there is order in chaos...and more opportunities. The Ministry of Affairs establishes branches and new order, the law is implemented, and the streets and churches come to life. Everyone is eager to live in the new environment To get paid more than before, people compete with each other and struggle to survive.”
"But after the threat of war was lost, social classes quickly solidified. Rich men hired low-priced servants to decorate new manors, and wealthy businessmen controlled markets and factories. Fighting adventurers formed mercenary teams, Explore the new Yunhai Mountains.”
"Only the lower class commoners - these people include farmers, prostitutes, fishermen, tailors, as well as cobblers, butchers, bookbinders, bakers, or clowns who perform tricks and barbers without ears. The first few are not bad. As long as wheat can still grow on the ground, then it can definitely grow farmers. Likewise, there are men who work as prostitutes and have no worries about making a living... It is different for guys who rely on their crafts to make a living. These people have become the scraps of the new era in the Magic City, and their survival has given rise to Their problem is how to find their own new value.”
Uriel couldn't help but sigh: "This is difficult."
"It's very difficult, and the hope is slim." Agatha concluded, "The only way they can go is to become a mysterious creature."
"Fire trial?" the messenger asked.
"Of course it's impossible. The trials in the tower are only open to mysterious apprentices. But besides Chloe, there are places that can help people step into the mysterious circle." The detective looked at the apprentice.
Uriel thought she was referring to the alchemical potion "Sovero", but Agatha gave another answer: "It is the Church of Gaia."
Something hit him hard. "……church?"
"As long as there are enough indulgences, the priests will not be stingy in giving rituals as blessings. After all, mystics live longer if they do not climb to a higher realm."
Another thing I don't understand. But the apprentice forced himself to accept this fact. He originally tried to separate the churches in the inner and outer worlds, but the wordless tablet in the cemetery made him change his mind. "Please continue, Mademoiselle Poirot." Uriel walked behind the messenger and opened the door of the interrogation room.
The prisoner inside raised his head slightly. It was now three o'clock in the afternoon, and according to the agreed time, the gambler should be sent to the hands of the church crusaders. However, with the news created by the Black Knight and Windrunner at the branch headquarters, they had a lot more time.
"Who are they?" cried Hobson. No one paid any attention to him. Although Joey is a demon hunter, he is obviously not interested in the lowest level garbage among demons.
"Andrew Furner was originally a blacksmith. It's hard to say what kind of wealth his family has accumulated. But one day he got the favor of the church and was able to stand out from the mortals." With the commander's permission, Agatha can work in the Affairs Department Check this maintenance technician's information thoroughly. Even if the Maintenance Department is affiliated with the Logistics Department, as a mysterious creature promoted from a non-apprentice, Andrew Verner will leave detailed background information in the Affairs Department when undergoing review.
The gambler raised his head suddenly, and a gloomy look of disbelief appeared on his gloomy face. "You actually caught him?" The next second he thought he had found the target, "It's you! But you are just an astrologer." His tone was full of confusion.
This guy doesn't even know Joey. Uriel thought to himself, he doesn't know that I'm not an astrologer. "I must say, this has nothing to do with me." What on earth did Miss Agatha do?
"I gave her the authority to interrogate Andrew Verner." The messenger told him, "This is what you should do." He threw the Crest of the Sky to the apprentice.
What am I going to do? Uriel understood the moment he caught the coat of arms. Joey urged him to solve the problem as soon as possible, and the Sky Crest would undoubtedly provide convenience to the Sheriff's Department... but I used it to trespass into the church's forbidden areas. He simply couldn't believe that he had done such a stupid thing. For the first time Uriel felt that his understanding needed to be improved.
"What did Mr. Verner say?" he couldn't help asking.
The detective made a stopping gesture. "I'll tell you, now listen to me."
Even admitting that her story brought new shock, Uriel still found it baffling to say it at this moment.
"Andrew Furner acquired a mysterious profession, his value rose rapidly, and he was finally able to escape the quagmire of San Carlos. Before leaving, he married four of his daughters to locals and then severed contact with them to this day .”
"Why did he do that?" Piccolo asked.
"It seems to me that he is either mentally ill or he favors boys over girls," Witke said. "They are his biological children."
Blood and flesh. Uriel felt a chill coming over him.
"Obviously, he wouldn't do it voluntarily. Maybe people express love in different ways, but no one can confuse the emotions in their hearts." Agatha gave the answer, "He had to do it."
"Please stop being too pretentious, sir," urged Piccolo. The apprentice, who had not known the magistrate before, could not help but notice him now.
"Another guy who doesn't understand the rules." The detective lady muttered. "Do I even need to tell you? The reason is obvious. It's so obvious. I'm surprised you haven't noticed it yet." She coughed, "Don't forget, Verner was originally a blacksmith. Where could he find the gold coins to pay the church bills? Gaia is willing to help others, but it is never a charity."
"But he got magic." Wittek touched his bald head, "He made the church recognize the price he paid. I think I know what he paid."
"In the most difficult times, people would sell their children to get food. In this way, not only themselves, but also their children would be able to fill their stomachs. The Church of Gaia has a place to take in street children, so that's right. The priest also encourages those who cannot afford to feed their children. The parents sacrificed their babies to the goddess. I can imagine how these priests would persuade them." Agatha changed her tone to pity, "'You have four daughters,' he first blessed them, and then took a sip of the poor and pious couple. The couple prepared wine. 'You must love these little angels very much. If you love them, you should think about their future. It must be okay to donate a daughter to Gaia, right? She will serve God and be happy all her life.' Maybe he said something else, but probably he still meant it."
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