Chapter 79: We Have a Traitor Among Us

The next morning, Silas still woke up early and went out for a morning run with the Husky.

When he returned home, he found that Ada was also up very early.

"Why are you up so early today?" Silas asked, curious.

Ada, while preparing breakfast, said, "Today we start gathering those homeless people and preparing for their resettlement. I need to go early to maintain order at the scene."

Silas nodded with understanding. "Where will the homeless be placed?"

"A farm in the north of the city. The city government has already negotiated with the owner of that farm," Ada said casually.

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Hearing about the farm in the north of the city, Silas's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. "The one with the circus?"

"No, the one next to it, about five hundred meters away," Ada's voice came from the kitchen.

Instantly, Silas scratched his head in frustration. At that moment, he realized things weren't that simple.

"According to Bart's intelligence, the Green Flame Brotherhood was invited here. That means they have inside support here, or there's a traitor among us."

"Operating through the city government, placing the homeless there at this critical juncture. At the same time, suddenly transferring away the most deterrent Master Jeros through the central Church authorities… The power possessed by that traitor is beyond my imagination. It can even be said that his influence in Bayne City surpasses Bart's."

"Who possesses such ability?" Silas pondered for a moment, and a few figures instantly appeared in his mind.

One was Archbishop Ron of the Church of Holy Blood; the other was the city's Mayor Arnold.

"The suspicion on these two is the greatest," Silas became increasingly suspicious.

What happened with Jeros last night had opened a gap in Silas's perception. The Church of Holy Blood, which Silas had always perceived as united and invincible, was not as impregnable and unified as it seemed.

If it were before, Silas would never have suspected that benevolent Archbishop Ron, but now it was different.

"However, there's no evidence yet. It's also possible that some people are deliberately using these methods to divert the attention of people like me towards Bishop Ron and Mayor Arnold."

After a long period of contemplation, Silas snapped back to reality at Ada's call.

"Ada, can you not go today?" Silas asked with a serious expression.

Ada smiled. "How could I not go? I'm the initiator, and seeing those homeless people find a warm place to stay makes me very happy. I feel my spirit has reached fulfillment."

Silas's hand under the table slowly clenched. He knew he couldn't stop Ada. After a simple analysis, his demeanor returned to normal. "Then be careful. If any problems arise, go directly to Sister Marlene next door."

Ada seemed to really enjoy patting Silas's head. She reached out and patted his head again, smiling. "I know, kind little fellow."

"That group probably won't act rashly now. To succeed completely, they must be fully prepared. After I confirm the situation with that mysterious person, I'll go find Ada immediately. The whole process should take about three or four hours, so there should be enough time!"

Thinking of this, Silas felt slightly relieved. After finishing his meal, he didn't even go to the police station but directly took the Husky to Oak Mansion on the east side of the city.

That hidden presence had caused Silas to have a crisis of trust. Now, everyone he saw looked like a subordinate of that mysterious mastermind.

The distance from the west of the city to the east was very far. It took a full hour even by steam locomotive.

When he walked to Oak Mansion, it was already eight-fifty.

Oak Mansion was a very high-end residential area for the wealthy in Bayne City. Most of the houses here were detached villas.

The overall style was very beautiful, mostly with pristine white walls, duplex four-story buildings, and courtyards enclosed by very tasteful wooden fences.

Looking at the pristine white walls and the exquisite reliefs on the eaves, Silas sighed with envy. "When will I be able to live in such a house?"

"My previous home was better than these houses," Bernice's mature and calm voice came.

Silas turned his head and saw Helles and Bernice wearing decent plush overcoats, with simple blue sweaters and tight pants underneath.

Although their attire was simple, combined with their beautiful faces, it created a stunning visual impact.

"Lord Apostle!" The two bowed slightly, their faces respectful.

This respect came from the heart. Towards the deity, they had worship and fanaticism.

Towards the deity's apostle, they had respect and loyalty.

Silas nodded. "Try not to use this title in front of others. Our current relationship can be considered that of friends. You can call me by my name directly, and there's no need to bow. It looks too strange to others."

Both of them possessed common sense and nodded in understanding upon hearing this.

With Jeros gone, Silas felt the great mountain pressing on his head instantly disappear. His contact with the Demonesses no longer needed to be as cautious as before.

"Next, we will be facing a mystic. I may need your help then," Silas said seriously.

The two nodded solemnly. "Rest assured, as long as we are alive, your life will have absolute protection."

Yesterday, in the dream, the Lord's messenger had said that the Apostle was the Lord's incarnation in the mortal world, symbolizing the Lord's dignity in the mortal world.

After the three discussed, they walked towards the main entrance of the mansion.

Before they even entered, they were stopped by the security guard at the gate.

"Who are you? Do you know what this place is?" the burly security guard in a cotton overcoat, holding a baton, asked with an imposing aura.

Silas replied, "We are here to see Mrs. Michelle."

The security guard was taken aback, then asked, "What's your name?"

"Silas Sotos."

The security guard carefully sized up Silas after hearing this, then looked at the two beauties behind Silas, nodded slightly, and said, "Go straight, pass three rows of houses. It's the second building on the north side of the left road. Mrs. Michelle is waiting for you."

Silas sighed inwardly, "Master Jeros's arrangements are indeed thorough."

Walking through the main gate, Silas looked at the tidy grounds and the houses on the side, and suddenly thought, "Is this Mrs. Michelle Master Jeros's lover?"

Thinking of this, Silas suddenly remembered how, about ten days ago when investigating the remnants of the Death Cult, those noblewomen beside him had looked at Master Jeros with wolf-like eyes.

"It's good to be handsome," Silas thought, then touched his face and sighed, "I hope I won't be alone for the rest of my life."

Mulling this over, the three were already standing before a black iron gate that was a full eight meters wide.

Looking up at the beautiful snow-covered manor, Silas said in a low voice, "Damn capitalists!"