Chapter 182 Anonymous Letter

Mosley Quarter, St. Denis Cathedral.

The headquarters of the Goddess of Wisdom in Baia, a church where mostly female believers gather, is located in the most prosperous city center, the commercial center. Even the high land price can't stop people from admiring the goddess.

The coming and going of people at this moment is the best proof.

The believers of the goddess respectfully pay the highest respect to the goddess of wisdom who holds a spear in one hand and a shield in the other.

As one of the three major churches in the Baia Kingdom, most of the believers of the Goddess of Wisdom are young women. Apart from regular worship, they also undertake activities to organize believers to participate in women's rights.

The god of order who pays attention to rules and maintains order is more like the upper and middle elites in society.

and those who have at times wandered both sea and land, and dwell in the coastlands with an unshakable faith in the God of Storms,

The Church of the Goddess of Wisdom's style of doing things is much gentler.

Roman Richard, one of the captains of the Black Swan, had long forgotten why he chose the Church of the Goddess of Wisdom.

But these years of tempering have caused him a lot of pain. He once lost his direction and missed many choices.

Fortunately, he came out.

Before returning to the cathedral, Roman looked directly at the statue of the goddess, then took off his blood-stained gloves, and paid homage to him with standard prayer gestures.

After doing the simple movements, without staying for too long, this handsome man of moderate age let out a long breath.

This has become a ritual of black swan success.

Be sure to pay homage to the goddess before and after each mission.

Then in the name of the goddess, I will do some good or bad business, save some people or kill some people.

After the task was over, he secretly prayed "Goddess is above" in his heart, as if he would really be blessed, but sometimes he felt contradictory.

The person in charge of the general affairs department at the front desk of the church is a young red-haired girl Anne, a low-sequence Transcendence. Although her appearance is mediocre, the effect of dressing up is really good.

She kept staring at Roman's not-so-sincere prayer, and then kindly corrected her:

"Well, Captain Richard, you'd better pray longer, because more sincere goddesses can hear your prayers."

"My idea is just the opposite. If the time to pray to the goddess is reduced by one second before performing the task, the reporter will increase the chance of surviving by one more second.

I think the goddess of benevolence will never blame a righteous messenger who cares about other people's lives for this. "

Roman used an excellent reason to evade the problem. His handsome uncle's face was extremely deceptive, and there was no sense of disobedience when he said these words.

The red-haired Annie nodded subconsciously, "What you said makes sense."

"Baby Annie, if I have nothing else to do, I have to leave first, just now we took away a group of guys who smuggled in from the plantation in the Southern Continent.

I bet you can't guess which part of the body these half-breed bastards hid the addictive herb as they went through customs? Why don't I tell you..."

"Roman, you better shut up."

Annie, who realized what he was going to say, gave him a stern look. This guy always said things that were too big, not necessarily colorful, but definitely very strong.

This sound interrupted Roman, who was describing the details of the incident with excitement, and he could only pout innocently after realizing that the other party was dissatisfied.

Big city ladies don't seem to like hearing that much.

It's really boring.

"It's a good thing that you don't have the desire to explore. Such people usually live to be sixty years old, which is twenty years longer than the average age."

Roman chuckled, praised the girl's good qualities, and then returned to show her hospitality, "It's time for the Messenger of Justice to get off work now, even the goddess can't stop my right to rest.

It would be a perfect day to have a drink with you. "

"I choose to refuse." Annie glanced at her, and from a pile of letters, she selected one and handed it over, "Here is a letter for you."

It wasn't until after watching Roman open the letter and walk away that the red-haired Annie came back to her senses, remembering his excuse just now and murmured dissatisfiedly:

"Now is obviously after the mission."

"Sent to me?"

Roman held the letter between his fingers, and quickly glanced over it. The mailing address was in Göttinghagen, and it seemed that it would be more cost-effective to send it directly from there.

What's interesting is that the recipient clearly filled in his full name, but did not leave his name.

An anonymous letter, which looks extremely unusual.

When flipping through the letter, the captain of the black swan put away his hippie smile just now, and then showed a bad expression.

"Dear Mr. Roman Richard, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, since the members involved in this matter involve extraordinary people, I have to hide my identity, please forgive me.

Just last night, after the Duchess' coming-of-age ceremony, I witnessed a thief suspected of being an extraordinary person steal a gift from the Duke's family... Members of the organization will reschedule the meeting with the extraordinary killer today. "

The content written in the letter is substantial enough, from time, place, person, to various details of the event, it is perfect enough and clear enough, it doesn't look like a prank.

But what makes Roman feel wrong is that its content is too complete,

It was as if the man had witnessed the whole cause.

From the perspective of intelligence gathering capabilities, they are not at all like the so-called "enthusiastic citizens" who are anonymous because of fear.

This kind of anonymous letter full of details even gave him a familiar feeling from the past.

Not paying attention to this meeting, and slowly putting down the letter, Roman gently pinched his chin and poked his beard.

"Duke Ball... Extraordinary Killer... Underground Organization..."

After thinking for a while, his eyes soon showed determination.

It wasn't petty theft. If, as the reporter said, someone wanted to use extraordinary power to kill the daughter of the Duke of Weimar, it would be crazy.

There is nothing worth hesitating about. Regardless of whether what the other party said is true or not, the church must take action.

This is their attitude.

He had just changed his dusty clothes, so he had no choice but to put them on again, and quickly reported the matter to the upper echelons of the church. It was not until the deacon of this week gave permission that Roman quickly summoned the team members.

The group is equipped with sufficient weapons, and the public carriage has already stopped at the door of the church.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the light shines on the logo of the black swan.

The red-haired Annie noticed this busy scene, "I thought the Justice Messenger would never work overtime."

"A new storm has emerged, and I will never sit idly by. My friends, let us together represent the light to eliminate those unstable factors."

When Roman walked out, he waved back without even turning his head.

The team members next to them wanted to cover their faces,

What Captain Richard said really made people feel ashamed, just like the stories and poems chanted in the mouths of children.

Please.

Stop talking.

The newly arrived captain is good at everything, but the character of a man of his age is too out of character, and he often says things that people cannot refute.

...

As the other party who wrote the letter, Tu Fu had already arrived at the address tapped last night.

A mid-level social club in the northern Lille district, a single-storey building that is no different from other buildings. At the moment, in front of the half-covered gate, guests wearing masks come in and out.

He inquired from José of the fraternity that this was a party specializing in underground transactions.

Organized by a certain supernatural being, the visitors are all unidentified supernatural beings, and they will regularly hold meetings of some supernatural beings to exchange things that each other needs.

Items that even the fraternity can't get.

The rule of the transaction here is that once it is sold or exchanged, it cannot be returned regardless of the authenticity of the transaction.

Compared with the fraternity that enjoys a good reputation throughout the country, trading in such a black market is not a small risk, but the eyesight is good enough, and you can find some good things.

"Mr. Jose introduced me."

Tu Fu, who habitually wore a skull mask, walked in without panic when his name was mentioned in the security check times.

There are bars and snooker tables in the venue, which looks more like a club.

In the dimly lit trading place, Tu Fu turned on his hunter senses and scanned around. There were about 20 people in the room, except for acquaintances, who were all on guard.

Because if you are not careful, there might be an annoying clown path transcendent stealing your belongings.

"A glass of milk beer."

After casually ordering a glass of beer, Tu Fu sat at the corner of the bar counter, lying on the seat casually with hands and feet, and could easily see everything that happened here with his senses.

The purpose of the coming extraordinary people is very clear, it is the underground trading market,

If you want something, you will openly ask everyone.

"Whoever has the sap of the man-eating vines only needs 10 grams, and the price per gram is 100 Ron."

"I will offer 3,000 crowns to buy the teeth of ghost dogs that live in the spirit world."

"Fraudster path, fate path, actual potion formulas of Sequence 7 and below, in descending order according to the sequence number, 10,000 crowns, 5,000 crowns, 2,000 crowns, large quantities are preferred, and those who trade with complete life stones are preferred."

"One piece of standard C-level taboo item judged by the International Extraordinary Auction House starts at 50,000 crowns, and no counter-bid will be given."

During the exchange meeting, the chaotic quotations and counter-offers of the supernatural beings fluctuated layer by layer,

Layer after layer of bargaining almost overwhelmed the vegetable market.

There was a mixed bag of people who came, some were knowledgeable and some were just stepping into the realm of the extraordinary, a fool with a lot of money and noobs.

Even buying potion formulas cost more than twice the market price. Unscrupulous profiteers specialize in deceiving people by using poor information, and they earn a lot of money in one trip.

Only Tu Fu who was sitting in the corner of the bar remained indifferent.

It's not that he, a mid-sequencer, isn't interested in extraordinary transactions, but he is interested in some things, only after hearing the high quotations.

He doubled the wallet he carried with him.

Even though he had just earned a lot from the resentful twin stars of St. Nottingham University, it was still not enough to buy a few things in the extraordinary transaction.

While listening to the transactions of the extraordinary people on the side, he also mustered up his breath, threw a few more pennies at the bartender at the bar, and shouted confidently:

"One more glass of milk beer!"