The night was dark, and the sky had not yet turned white. In the "Crow's Nest" building, Ed reported the intelligence he had collected and the threats he would face to the sleepy Lafayette branch director.
Mr. Lafayette has a thin, delicate short beard. He looks like he has just entered middle age, but in fact he is forty-nine years old.
Although he has a good appearance, many agents believe that he lacks real talent. The core leader of the Bureau of Investigation in Silvermist City is actually Ms. Olivia, the daughter of former branch director Christopher.
Eleven years ago, almost everyone believed that Lafayette would be a transitional leader and that the position would soon be handed over to Miss Olivia. Unexpectedly, this political animal was as comfortable as a fish in water in the swamp of Silvermist City, clinging to power like a crocodile.
"Are you sure this information is true? Agent Edgar Waikolo."
Ed did not follow Lafayette's words and answer yes or no. He didn't want to leave any excuse in front of him, otherwise he might end up being blamed for "incorrect intelligence":
"The news comes from a former member of the Nirvana Order. Combined with the recent abnormal ghoul activities in various areas, I speculate that it is most likely a special hidden force operating in the underground ruins of Silvermist City."
"Well, it's good for young people to have ideas."
Lafayette smiled hypocritically, took a sip of the coffee in his cup, and continued:
"But have you ever considered whether this is a trap that the other party has laid long ago? If the Nirvana Order had magical fuel that could burn Silvermist City to ashes, those madmen would have set it on fire immediately."
I have seen with my own eyes those “blood of the emperors” in black clay jars.
Ed wanted to retort, but he didn't dare to take the risk: Mr. Eaton might turn a blind eye and let him fool him, but Lafayette would never give up.
"...The elf named Holland may be a spy sent by the Nirvana Order. We cannot dispatch the entire army just based on his words. Once we allocate all our manpower, the other party is likely to take the opportunity to sneak attack on our weak points. .”
"What you said makes sense." Ed lowered his head, still maintaining the respect a subordinate should have.
"Let's do this. Since it was the East District team that discovered the problem, you must know the situation best now. I will allocate a team of 5 people from other regional teams and hand it over to the East District team for coordination."
Twenty-five people were selected from the Southwest District, West District, North Dockside District, South District, and Central District. Taking into account the already weak East District team, the total number was less than 40 people. It is simply impossible to stop the Nirvana Cult.
Ed suddenly realized that because his introducer was Mr. Eaton, and Eaton had a deep relationship with the former branch chief Christopher - perhaps he was also regarded by Lafayette as Miss Olivia's person.
The entire Silver Mist City may be destroyed by fire at any time, but he is still here calculating who will take the blame. Ed closed his eyes in disgust, knowing very well that any further talk would just be a waste of precious time.
"Since you have given the order, let me take my leave first."
He bowed slightly, shook his head and exited the office, going straight to Miss Olivia. Fortunately, she still maintains her due sanity and vigilance:
"I received a telegram from Eaton. Are you sure that the Nirvana Order really possesses the 'blood of the emperor'?"
Her voice was particularly poignant and ethereal in the night, and her eyes reflected haggard and exhaustion, which reminded Ed of Mr. Eaton.
"Yes, I am 90% sure to confirm."
"Well, I will send a telegram to the Royal Society, the Holy Church and the Oakland family each to request assistance, but the use of emergency requisition power requires the approval of the branch director. In addition, the Central District Team will fully cooperate with your actions."
She sighed slightly: "... There has been some rift in our relationship with the Royal Society recently, and there is currently a lack of conclusive evidence. Even if they are willing to help, the other party will only appoint a small team to participate in the operation."
"At least now we have the possibility to turn the situation around," Ed said.
But this is not enough. In order to pull Silvermist City back from hell, he must summon all the forces that can help.
…
It was dark, and the outlines of gas lamps formed the light spots of the city.
Ed walked quickly on the night road with his cane, his footsteps were quick and soft. The surrounding tall and wide red brick buildings gradually receded, turning into bloated and shabby buildings in the east district made of blue bricks and gravel.
The lights around him gradually went out, and only the outline of the gloved palm could be seen in the dark. The world is wrapped in darkness, with only the sky slightly bright.
The homeless man sleeping on the street pretended to be asleep, but Ed could vaguely see the reflection of his eyes under his messy hair. He ignored it and went straight into a back alley, knocking on the rotten door panel——
Three times with the right hand and once with the left hand.
The speculum opened, and an eyeball infected with eye disease and covered with bloodshot eyes appeared in front of the hole:
"Who are you?"
"Agent of the Bureau of Investigation, Edgar Waikolo. I want to see my grandmother."
He blinked twice and then retreated into the darkness. As the spy board closed, a new voice sounded from inside the door:
"Grandma asked me to bring her greetings."
"The situation is urgent, and I still hope to have a detailed discussion with her in person." Ed said.
"I am her ears."
"Well, I think you should already know about the Nirvana Order's infiltration into the Rat Trail. They have a powerful fuel called 'Emperor's Blood' in their hands, and the Nirvana Order plans to use this fuel to carry out Nirvana The ritual will turn the entire Silvermist City into a sea of fire. Tens of thousands of people will die in the fire, and the Rat Trail will collapse forever."
"...I hope Grandma knows how dangerous this is and that we need her help, or at least not to stop us when we enter the Rat Trail."
Although it is equally dangerous for the Emperor's Blood to fall into the hands of the Woodcutter and Fishing Gang, at least the opponent is an underworld organization that puts profits first, rather than the lunatics of the Nirvana Order who only want revenge.
Once a huge disaster occurs in Yinwu City, the woodcutter and fishing gang will also suffer heavy losses. The most important thing is that the rat trail cannot be restored, and their underground financial path will be blocked. Ed believes that the old grandmother will not sit back and watch this happen.
After all, good and evil don't matter in the face of death.
