aircannonsinc Chapter 354 Apostle of Desire
Chapter 354 Apostle of Desire
Chapter 354 Apostle of Desire
Outside a slightly dilapidated two-story house in the Hillston district.
Klein accepted Detective Essinger Stanton's invitation to come and discuss the latest developments in the case with him in person.
His collaboration with this industry veteran over the past two days has been quite pleasant. Although a slight embarrassment lingers in his heart because he had been investigated by the other party, Detective Eisinger doesn't seem to care too much about it.
Perhaps it was because Klein didn't seem like a bad person, or perhaps it was because he had the guild's guarantee. At least professionally, they got along fairly well.
"A cup of black tea, with a little lemon, please." After being greeted by Isengard's assistant, he walked toward the living room. Just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, a strong smell of blood wafted out from under the door.
Through the crack, he saw that the living room was filled with signs of a fierce fight, and large patches of dark red blood were splattered on the expensive carpet and walls.
An accident has occurred here!
At that moment, the assistant also came over with a cup of black tea.
"You—killed—Mr.—Stanton—"
With each word he uttered, a large chunk of flesh would fall from his face, leaving him covered in blood. When he finished speaking, his entire body shattered into pieces, turning into a gruesome pile of mangled remains!
Klein stood still, making no unnecessary movements. It wasn't until he heard hurried footsteps and police shouts from downstairs that he realized the terrifying gaze that had been looming over him had vanished.
"I never expected that you would come to bail me out in person—"
After leaving the interrogation room, Klein saw Director Charles, who had been waiting for him in the police station lobby.
Normally, a lawyer would have come to bail him out. But just now, during a break in the interrogation, he used a communication talisman to briefly inform Charles of what was happening here. Unexpectedly, his superior said he would come over in person.
"I happened to have some free time, so I thought I'd drop by." Charles stood up and patted him on the shoulder.
"Besides, I do have some connections in the police station here."
"Look at you, you didn't even pay a penny of bail this time."
Upon hearing this, Klein's lips twitched slightly. That was indeed true. In cases involving murder, even with the best lawyers, he would have to pay at least several tens of pounds in bail before he could be allowed to leave.
The two walked out of the police station one after the other and got into a horse-drawn carriage parked by the roadside.
In the carriage, Klein gave Charles a detailed report on the latest news he had received, as well as the strange events that had just occurred.
"Hmm." Charles nodded slightly after hearing the report.
"You don't need to worry too much about Isengard Stanton. He's a seasoned Sequence 7 and has quite a few magical items on him, so he shouldn't be in any danger."
"Detective Isengard—what sequence is he in?" Klein asked curiously.
"The Reader's Path, Sequence 7, the Guardian of Knowledge." Charles didn't hide anything and shared this information directly. "Of course, nowadays everyone commonly refers to him as—'the Detective.'"
"Detective"?! That really fits his profession perfectly. No wonder he's one of Backlund's most famous private detectives; his daily work is the perfect role-player—Klein understood.
The carriage traveled for about ten minutes through the streets of Backlund in the evening before finally stopping at an intersection near Minsk Street.
"I have some things to take care of, so I won't deliver it to your door," Charles said to Klein, his tone as usual.
Klein quickly said no, it was fine to leave it here.
"Sherlock".
Just as he was about to get out of the car and leave, Charles suddenly called out to him in a serious tone.
"If you encounter any insurmountable danger, contact me immediately using a talisman. And—put your own life first."
15 Minsk Street.
"Irene's not home again?" Klein frowned slightly and pushed open the door. The room was pitch black and silent.
However, as soon as he stepped into the living room, his spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered!
Someone has been inside his house!
He cautiously observed his surroundings and finally found a letter on the coffee table in the living room.
On that pristine white sheet of paper, written in congealed, dark red blood, was a line of words filled with venom and madness: "You will all die!"
The carriage continued its journey, and finally, Charles arrived at the door of a detached villa in the West End—his private residence. However, he rarely came here. Most of the time, to coordinate work more efficiently, he slept directly at the guild. He only returned when there were social parties to be held, or on rare days off.
"Sigh—" He pushed open the door and soon felt a familiar aura filled with decadence and desire.
He turned around and saw a tall man with cold blue eyes sitting quietly in the shadows of the living room.
"Apostle of Desire," Patrick Jason.
"Have you gone mad lately? Acting so ostentatiously!" Upon seeing the other person, Charles showed no fear whatsoever, but instead launched into a tirade of reprimands.
"Right now, all the official Beyonders in Backlund are looking for you!"
"Hmph," Jason sneered coldly from his nose, "that includes you, doesn't it?"
"Your guild members also put in a lot of effort in trying to surround me."
"Police headquarters has issued a formal request for our cooperation, and we have no reason or standing to refuse," Charles replied matter-of-factly.
"This is the price we have to pay to maintain a superficial cooperative relationship."
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his agitation, and tried to communicate in a more rational tone: "Listen, Patrick, things are starting to get out of control. It's only a matter of time before the authorities find out your identity."
"I don't care what you're plotting or what desires have clouded your judgment, leave Backlund immediately before things get out of control. I can use my connections to get you safely to the Southern Continent."
"Ha," Jason's lips curled into a mocking smile, "You're afraid I'll get caught by the authorities, and then under their interrogation, I'll spill all the beans about our 'pleasant' collaborations, ultimately implicating you, aren't you, dear Director Charles?"
"Otherwise—" Charles shrugged without hesitation, a businessman's candor on his face, "Hasn't our 'friendship' always been built on mutual benefit and—mutual incriminating evidence?"
"You just showed up at my house like that today, aren't you afraid I'd be lying in wait for you?"
"Hmph. What do you think?" Jason's tone was full of confidence, even carrying a hint of disdain for Charles's question.
Beyonders of the "Demon" pathway possess the ability of "malice perception." If someone can cause them fatal harm in a very short period of time and takes action to achieve it, they can sense it in advance and perceive the source of the danger.
This is why Jason repeatedly escaped capture, and it's also the source of his confidence to directly confront Charles.
What a troublesome ability—Charles cursed inwardly. "What exactly did you come to see me about today?"
"Don't tell me you're just here to catch up."
"I need you—to do me a favor." Jason cut to the chase. "I know you have specialized interrogation equipment that can quickly manipulate a person's emotions, putting them into a state of extreme fear or excitement. And your intelligence department has—"
"Stop!" Charles interrupted him sharply before he could finish speaking.
Are you kidding me?
"All our previous collaborations were private transactions conducted without touching the organization."
"If you take our things and something happens to you outside, what will the church and the authorities think—" Charles frowned deeply.
"Besides, why should I help you? Based on those insincere threats and empty promises you just made?"
"I'll be fine. Don't you have that much faith in me?" Jason said, emphasizing each word. "As for the reward—"
"I can give you a high-sequence potion recipe."
"Trust me, this recipe will absolutely be worth your help. Moreover, if you can submit it, it will definitely elevate your status within the society to a higher level."
"The recipe for high-sequence formula?" Charles repeated subconsciously.
"Where did you get this kind of thing?"
Jason glanced at him: "It's a secret."
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