Chapter 85: The Gathering

When Silas arrived at the farm north of the city with Helles and Bernice, the first thing he saw was the familiar Father Anthony and the previous Sister Marlene leading clergymen and police officers to evacuate from here.

Seeing Silas, he was immediately taken aback and hurried forward. "Father Anthony, what's going on? Why is everyone leaving?"

Father Anthony had a strange expression. "I'm not too sure either. It seems to be the result of discussions between Master Jeros and Bishop Ron. After Master Jeros left, he ordered us to evacuate from here."

Hearing this, Silas was even more puzzled. "What's the reason for the evacuation?"

Sister Marlene, beside him, spoke up and explained, "The matter has temporarily come to an end. We can't disturb the citizens' normal rest and cause panic."

Silas "oh"-ed and smiled with sudden understanding. "Yes, that's right."

Now that Silas was certain there was an insider here, he didn't trust anyone. His current goal was to hide himself well and not let these people see his suspicions and problems.

Therefore, before he could determine who the traitors were, Silas had to try his best to appear cooperative and not attract others' attention.

The evacuation was orderly, and there was nothing for Silas to do.

He didn't stay here for long either but went to the adjacent farm to check on Ada's situation.

In the distant apartment building, Grimman held a cup of coffee, a satisfied look on his face. "That one's methods are truly powerful. In one night, they managed to transfer that troublesome Demon Hunter to the capital, and these police officers and mystics obediently left this place."

At this moment, Taylan, beside him, walked in from outside. "The vessel's condition is not good. We need to perform the ritual as soon as possible."

Grimman nodded with composure. "The time is set for tonight. Everything is ready."

"What about those Night Watchers? There's still a troublesome character there," Taylan said very cautiously.

Grimman was about to speak when he suddenly felt the surroundings become distorted and illusory.

"It's that Sorceress," Grimman put down his coffee cup, clutched the handkerchief in his pocket, his expression full of vigilance.

The two didn't act rashly but stood there quietly, motionless.

Drip! Drip! Drip!

Three sounds of dripping water echoed in their ears, and the gentle scent of tuberose filled their nostrils.

Three mercury-like droplets seeped in from the blurry surroundings, slowly forming a woman's mouth.

"Four o'clock in the afternoon, the old place for the final gathering."

With that, the mouth disappeared, and the surroundings gradually returned to normal.

Taylan asked in a low voice, "What do we do?"

Grimman took a deep breath. "We must go, otherwise we can't proceed smoothly. I'll go stall those fellows; you conduct the summoning simultaneously here."

Taylan nodded slightly. "May my Lord be with you, my brother."

"May my Lord be with you, my brother."

On the other side, Silas had already arrived at the farm where Ada was.

At this moment, the farm was already quite lively. Many shabbily dressed homeless people were being guided here by patrol officers, finally entering a place that resembled a cowshed.

Silas soon saw the busy Ada.

At this moment, Ada had a radiant smile on her face. While receiving the homeless, she offered devout and earnest prayers for each person.

Every homeless person she prayed for showed a peaceful smile, looking just like the souls Silas had previously delivered.

Silas didn't go over to disturb her but merely observed from a distance.

"Lord Apostle, is this woman your fiancée?" Bernice asked curiously.

Silas shook his head with a chuckle. "No, her name is Ada Newton. She's a tenant living in my house, sort of like my older sister."

Helles stared at Ada, her brow slightly furrowed. She felt this woman seemed somewhat strange, but she couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

"What do we do next?" Helles didn't rashly voice her doubts but turned to ask Silas.

Silas cautiously looked around. "For now, let's stay here and observe the situation, to prevent any accidents."

The purpose of staying here was, on one hand, to protect Ada, and on the other, Silas wanted to determine if there were any mysterious individuals around.

Now, with two Demonesses plus the Husky, combined with his already improved knowledge of sound, self-preservation shouldn't be too much of an issue if something happened.

"Are you…" As the three were discussing, an unexpected voice came from behind.

Silas, who was very sensitive to sound, felt it was somewhat familiar. He turned his head and saw a young man dressed in a luxurious plush overcoat, holding a gold-inlaid sandalwood cane, looking at him with surprise.

The young man's face seemed to have an eternally irremovable hesitation and unhappiness, as if others owed him a lot of money.

"It's you!" Silas looked completely surprised.

This young man was the wealthy young man who had wanted to buy the Husky for a large sum of money a few days ago.

The young man walked over very politely, took off his hat, bowed, and said, "It is truly my honor to meet you again."

Silas smiled, took off his hat, bowed, and said, "Your mood still doesn't seem too good today."

The young man sighed. "Yes, my life is full of gloom."

With that, the young man looked at the Husky with a longing expression. "But your dog has shown me a brand new joy."

Silas understood his obsession and explained with a regretful look, "I'm truly sorry, sir. Lupo is the one thing I can never part with, no matter what."

"I can feel your affection for it," the young man said, extending a gloved hand, a smile appearing on his face. "My name is Randall Montgomery, a doctor."

Silas smiled and extended his hand. "Silas Sotos, an intern detective."

"So…" Randall had just uttered one syllable when his throat seemed to be suddenly squeezed by something, and he stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong with you?" Silas was somewhat surprised.

Randall's pale face instantly recovered. He shook his head and smiled. "To be able to meet you is the greatest honor of my life."

Hearing such words, Silas immediately looked overwhelmed by the favor. "You are too kind."

Randall was about to speak more when his ears suddenly twitched as if he had heard something. He explained apologetically, "I suddenly remembered something I need to attend to. Let's chat again when we have time."

"Alright!" Silas nodded cheerfully.

Helles looked at Randall, who was gradually moving away, and said in a low voice, "This young man's heart is filled with melancholy and darkness, as if the whole world owes him money."

Bernice continued her analysis, "His rhetoric and demeanor indicate that he is a nobleman who received a noble education from a young age."

Silas looked down at his hand, closed his Spirit Vision, and muttered to himself, "In my opinion, he is a very threatening mystic."

"So, which faction do you belong to?" Silas thought.

Four o'clock in the afternoon, in a venue that resembled a conference room.

A group of people had already sat down.

There weren't many, only six people.

Each person wore a mask and a black robe.

"At this critical juncture, what is the matter for summoning us here?" Grimman, dressed in a black robe, spoke in an aged, deep voice.

Adeline, leading the group and also dressed in a black robe, spoke with a heavy tone, her voice hoarse, "You are all about to face a great disaster!"