Chapter 30 Reconciliation

When he came to the door, with the help of the light from the gas street lamp, Walter saw through the gaps in the iron fence that there was no one outside, and the street was quiet.

For a moment, Walter wondered if he heard it wrong. There was no doorbell at all!

He regained his composure, walked quickly to the servant's room at the back of the small building, woke up a few of them, asked them to take a double-barreled shotgun, and patrol around the main house to prevent thieves or robbers from sneaking in.

Walter didn't call the police immediately, because nothing had happened yet, and the doorbell just now might have been made by some mischievous homeless man.

At the same time, in the nearest sewer, the previous infiltrator leaned on the metal handle and descended layer by layer until they came to a dim area.

He stopped quickly, leaning his back against the mossy wall, slumped slowly, and sat down on the dirty ground.

His eyes closed again, as if he was still in a coma, and in front of him, a middle-aged man wearing an old three-cornered hat and a dark red jacket appeared instantly. It was Klein's secret puppet, "Wraith" Saini Orr.

Senor bent his back and found 7 soli and 11 pence coins from the inner pocket of the infiltrator's clothes, as well as small cloth bags containing different powders.

Klein in the room remotely manipulated the marionette dozens of meters away, and identified the powders one by one, and found that, as he expected, they were all powders of various herbs in the realm of the dead, and some of them could be used for "psychic communication" !

——The Extraordinary from Balam has a high probability of belonging to the "corpse collector" path. Even if you have not reached the Sequence 7 "psychic", it is normal to prepare the corresponding herbal powder and essential oil hydrosol. After all, those materials are not only "Psychic" is a function.

Immediately afterwards, Klein manipulated Secret Puppet Senor to quickly arrange a ceremony and pray to The Fool.

Then, he went above the gray fog to respond, allowing the other party to complete the next thing.

After doing all this, he returned to the real world, continued to manipulate the "Wraith" Senor, and really started "psychic".

Through the twilight storm, Klein saw the spirit of the infiltrator. He was muddled, blurred and transparent.

"What's your name? Which faction do you belong to?" Senor asked in a low voice.

The infiltrator responded blankly:

"Goldops, I belong to the 'Black Skull Party'."

The Black Skeleton Party seems to be a gang on the edge of the East District and near the pier in the Backlund Bridge area. It is mainly composed of people of Balam blood. Although it is not as brutal and reckless as the Zimeng Party, it dares to fight and kill, but it is also fierce and sturdy. , not afraid of killing people... Klein asked Senior to continue asking while recalling the information he had collected in the past:

"What do you mainly do? Why are you looking for Richardson?"

Godops said in a daze:

"We are fighting for God.

"We were originally members of the Eastern Balam Restoration Congress. The Black Skull Party was established to obtain information and funds. In addition to these, there is another task, which is to collect various items related to the god of death and send them back to the southern continent.

"This time, we got conclusive clues. Earl Wolf's collection contained a mask brought out from the tomb of the Eggers family. This family is the descendant of the gods.

"In order to get this mask, we need to send someone to work at Earl Wolfe's house or get involved in the banquet and dance hosted by Earl Wolfe, and Richardson is a good candidate. He has not participated in various organizations. He has a criminal record and has rich experience as a servant."

The servants of noble families are often "ancestral", how can it be so easy to get in... Unless it is a temporary need for a large number of people, for short-term employment...

Speaking of it, this kind of thing really happened. At the ball tonight, a lady mentioned that a small number of nobles with poor financial conditions sold a lot of land and manors, dismissed almost all the servants, and left less than ten servants. Maintain a decent life, and when there is a need for a large banquet or dance, I will spend money to hire a group of temporary workers from organizations such as the "Association to Help Domestic Servants" to support the scene...

Also, Earl Wolf actually has a collection of masks from the descendant family of the God of Death,

I remember that Mr. Azik's surname is Eggers... It's a pity, I don't want to be disturbed by accidents at the moment, otherwise I might find a way to help Mr. Azik get this mask... Klein muttered a few words silently, let Senor continued to ask:

"How did you know Richardson?"

Godops said dully:

"We met in East Balam's manor, and at that time, we were all slaves.

"While among the slaves, someone was quietly spreading the belief of death, and I, Richardson, his mother, in that life, inevitably became a believer in death, secretly joining the influential organization.

"Later, Richardson's mother fell ill and died, and he was brought to Backlund, while I stayed in East Balam, looking for an opportunity to escape from the manor.

"A few years later, I was sent to Backlund. By chance, I met Richardson again. He, he actually forgot his mother's death, forgot the abuse he had suffered, and forgot his love for him. The belief in God has been corroded by the so-called peaceful life!

"In order to avoid me, he deliberately made mistakes and changed three employers in a row, but how could he have thought that his former companions are no longer ordinary people!"

Everyone has the right to choose, as long as it doesn't hurt others, but Richardson and I are two different kinds of people... Klein in the room closed his eyes, and Senior asked in a low voice:

"What is the name of that influential organization among the slaves?"

Godops hesitated and said:

"Immortal Society, people who believe in the god of death, will obtain eternal life in the underworld after leaving the painful real world."

The Eternal Life Society... I know this, the branch of the Spiritual Religion... Klein, who was born in the "Nighthawks", knows this quite well.

He continued to manipulate Secret Puppet Senor to inquire about the other party, obtained a lot of information related to the Eternal Life Society, East Balam Restoration Congress, and the Black Skull Party, and confirmed that Godops and his gang were full of the blood of innocent people.

After finishing the psychic, dealing with the traces, and waiting for a quarter of an hour, Klein let the "wraith" enter Godops' body again, drove him out of the sewer, and returned to the shadows on the side of the street.

At this time, in No. 160 Boklund Street, the servants with double-barreled shotguns patrolled less attentively, as if they thought that the hidden danger had passed.

Klein pretended not to notice anything, and was still sleeping in the master bedroom. However, he had arranged a ceremony, summoned himself, responded to himself, and brought Azik's copper whistle, iron cigarette case, and "creeping hunger" to The state of Wraith Shadow left the house without a sound.

He stalked behind Godops, keeping a distance of 80 meters at all times, so as to manipulate the "hostage" possessed by the secret puppet, and let him go around to another block and board the taxi at the intersection.

More than an hour later, "Goldops" returned to the headquarters of the Black Skull Party, a hut near the pier.

There is a large amount of ammunition hidden here, and there are several members sent by the Eastern Balam Restoration Congress, who constitute the top level of the Black Skull Party.

"Goldops" knocked on the door according to the agreed method, and said to a member who came up:

"Richardson has caved in."

"Very good." The member gave Godops a half-concentrated glance, stepped out of the way, and let him pass.

"Goldops" looked around and saw the high-performance explosives and a batch of rifles that he bought before were piled up in the corner of the house, and several senior leaders of the Black Skull Party were gathering together, discussing something.

"Godops, would you like one?" The member just now handed over a cigarette.

This is a Southern Continent style smoke made directly from sun-dried tobacco leaves wrapped in a small amount of herbs.

Godops took it, picked up the matches on the table, pulled out a few, and struck the ground.

Then, he threw the few burning matches to the corner, to an explosive that was easily ignited next to the high-performance explosive.

"..." All the people present looked at Godops dumbly, and didn't realize what happened for a while.

Rumble!

Klein was sitting on the sidewalk chair tens of meters away, with his back facing the houses that were blazing with flames and billowing with air.

A few seconds later, Senor, who was wearing a dark red coat, appeared beside him, with a little trace of being burned by the fire.

This "wraith" saluted with his hands on his chest, and immediately returned to the surface of the gold coin on the iron cigarette case.

It's a pity, you can't pick up the Extraordinary characteristics, otherwise it won't be like an accident... The high level of the Black Skull Party has no Extraordinary, which is definitely suspicious... Klein sighed secretly, deal with the traces, end the summoning, and return directly to the gray mist.

The next morning, as if nothing had happened to him, he got up to wash, and waited for the valet to come in and put on his outer clothes.

Richardson entered silently, and expertly completed his work.

Then, he took a step back, lowered his head and said:

"Sir, after this week of service, I would like to resign."

He normally receives a weekly salary from his housekeeper, Tanea.

"Why?" Klein looked at himself in the mirror and asked while straightening his vest.

At the same time, he thought leisurely in his heart: It's not bad, knowing that he resigned voluntarily so as not to cause trouble to the employer...

Richardson had already thought of an excuse and said:

"I feel that my ability is not enough to be a personal servant. During the dance last night, I communicated with the servants of other guests and found that I am still far behind."

Klein smiled and said:

"Everyone grew up from no experience, very little experience, think about it again, and give me the final answer tomorrow."

"Okay, sir." Richardson didn't say any more, and left the room voluntarily, and went to the first floor to help his employer get the morning newspaper.

During this process, he will first flip through and put the most interesting newspaper on the top.

While flipping through the pages, his eyes suddenly froze and focused on a piece of news:

"A violent explosion occurred at 79 Dirham Street in the Backlund Bridge area, which is suspected to be related to the 'Black Skull Party'...

"According to the police, all the top executives of the 'Black Skull Party' died in this accidental explosion, including Lima, Moreira, Godops..."

This... Richardson shook his head, suspecting that he was dreaming.

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