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Akasha finally reacted. She stepped forward and kicked the coke fiercely, then turned around and asked in confusion, "Shouldn't you torture him first? Why did you just kill him?"

"If you want to know anything, just ask for help. ?x,k￠s·w~x¨.`c~o!m￠"

Edward smiled and said, "This guy is a lunatic from the Aurora Society. It is almost impossible to get anything useful out of him while he is still alive."

"Aurora Society?"

At this point in time, the Aurora Society had just been established and was far from having the "fame" it would have in the future, claiming that they were responsible for everything.

He first divined whether it was dangerous to touch the brass stick and whether it would be sensed and discovered by others. After confirming that it would not be dangerous, he said:

"Wait a moment."

Edward waved his hand, hiding the area he was in, and disappeared from Akasha's sight. He then got into the leather bag, carrying the remaining spirit of the "shepherd" and the brass stick, and walked four steps backwards into the Sefirah Castle.

With the bonus of Source Castle, Edward does not need to pray to anyone when communicating with spirits. He can do so directly, making him more "spiritual" than a real "psychic".

He looked at the remaining spirit in front of him who was in a daze and asked, "Did you kill Earl Clear?"

"Yes."

"Why did you kill him?"

"Take the money to do the work and proclaim the glory of the Lord."

"Who told you to kill him?"

"I don't know. I don't care."

"Why did you go to No. 7 Rose Street to take the stick?"

"That's also what that person asked."

"What's the use of that stick?"

"have no idea."

"After the matter is completed, where should the things be sent?"

"He will come to me."

"Tell me where you are."

"No. 2, Shanchahua Street, Noor District."

Edward tried to ask a few more questions, but the shepherd was clueless.

So he simply leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and used dream divination directly: "Who sent him to the villa?"

In the gray, unreal and unreal world, a woman with a seductive look and cool clothes appeared, holding a thick stack of Fergold bills in her hand, "Can your Aurora Club accept any commission?"

"certainly."

"I want you to kill Lord Clear."

"I can't kill him."

"Why?"

"He has four Sequence 5 Beyonders around him. Assassinating him is no different from committing suicide.

"Why do you know so much?"

"Hahahaha, what do you think?"

"What if I can lure away two or three of the Beyonders protecting him?"

"You can try."

"Okay, this money is a deposit, and the rest will be paid to you after the task is completed." He paused for a few seconds, "By the way, after the assassination is completed, please stop by the villa at No. 7 Rose Street and help me retrieve something from the basement."

"Are you going to kill the people who live there?"

"It doesn't matter. I just want that thing."

"hehe."

The woman left, and the "shepherd" took out a cross with a hanged man from his arms and murmured to himself: "Lord, we will spread your supreme glory to the whole world as soon as possible!"

"By then, everyone will know the Aurora Society, and will believe in you devoutly and become the lambs you shepherd."

The dream ends here.

Edward leaned back and said, "As expected, the Aurora Society's people only do things for money. However, Adam's people found believers of the real Creator to help promote the trend of the times and help Adam become a god - it's really funny."

However, the woman in the dream seemed a little familiar. Where have I seen her before?

He clapped his hands and said in surprise, "Isn't this the witch who killed people in the Roselle family?"

Chapter 503 Squeak

But she had already turned Zaratul into a secret puppet, and then used it to perform the "escape trick" and stayed in Roselle's house. She should have been handed over to the authorities by the Roselle people by now. .天.喜·晓′税+旺- *No?error` content!

So she should have commissioned the Aurora Club before the cocktail party?

"This witch should be from Intis. Since she specifically asked the Aurora Society to take the brass stick away, it means that this thing may be valuable to Intis."

"But if that's the case, why did Intis ask people to go to No. 7 Rose Street at the party? Isn't this just trying to cover up the truth and attracting others to covet it? If that's the case, then that thing doesn't seem to be important to him."

"It's hard to tell whether this is true or false, or true or false."

Thinking of this, Edward picked up the brass stick again. He had seen this thing during the last dream divination. The reason why he hadn't touched it was to prevent Intis from doing anything bad. He planned to go back and take a look after moving.

Now we have friends from the Aurora Club to help us with lightning strikes, which saves us a lot of trouble.

Edward took the brass stick and turned it gently in his hand. "Then let's see what this thing is used for."

He materialized a pen and parchment and quickly wrote: "The use of the brass stick."

I closed my eyes again and entered the dreamland.

In the hazy dream, one hand held seven or eight bronze sticks and handed them to another hand, saying, "Put it in the right place, and it will have the effect of amplifying spirituality."

Another voice said, "I understand."

"I have already advanced you what you want. Now it's your turn to help me do something."

"Please go ahead."

"Cooperate with the 'Son of Steam' as much as possible to complete the next reform of Intis."

The picture suddenly shattered and Edward woke up from his dream.

Compared to the first divination dream, the second one obviously revealed much more information - if nothing unexpected happened, this brass stick must be the work of the Dusk Hermits.

This is not surprising. After all, "Intis" is a member of the Dusk Hermit Order. So it is unknown which of the two hands in the dream belongs to "Intis".

"Its function is to 'amplify spirituality'. It does not enhance spirituality or make spirituality more or anything, but it is what we call 'amplification'."

"How can spirituality be amplified? What effect will amplification have? In addition, what is the purpose of hiding something that can amplify spirituality under the basement floor?"

By the way, there were seven or eight bronze sticks in the second dream. Could it be that the remaining sticks were hidden underground in different locations in Trier?

Thinking of this, Edward took the brass stick and divined again: "The positions of the other sticks."

Unfortunately, nothing was gained this time.

...

After Edward disappeared, Akasha waited for more than ten minutes but he didn't come back, so she simply found a tree to lean against and dozed off.

She didn't know how long it had been, but she suddenly felt something poking her face. She immediately jumped up and waved her fingers emitting mysterious symbols and patterns to grab it.

Then he missed and turned around in a circle.

She frowned and looked at Edward, "What did you poke me with just now?"

"…"

Edward was speechless, "Fingers, what else?"

Akasha took a look and then asked, "What did you get from the spiritual channeling just now?"

Edward said: "This shepherd only does things for money, and he doesn't know the identity of the person who entrusted him."

She was disappointed: "So after all this time, I still don't know who is trying to trick me?"

"Didn't you see what the man who asked you to kill Earl Clear looked like?"

"There's a door between us, and I can't see through it."

"Well, okay, it's time to take you back."

Without giving her a chance to object, Edward gave her a gentle push on the back, and together they stepped into the colorful spirit world.

...

The Earl of Cleary's house was in chaos at this time.

As the pillar of the family, the death of the old earl may very well mean the downfall and dissolution of the interest group centered around him.

Perhaps the title would be inherited by one of the Earl's sons, but the Clear family would certainly never have the glory and power they once had.

The old earl's three sons immediately put their father's death behind them and began to divide the interests impatiently. Wells, who was originally the core of the turmoil, seemed to be "out of date" all of a sudden, and was left alone in the room, with no one paying attention to him.

But at this moment, he was no longer as crazy and angry as before. Instead, he sat quietly on the bed, holding a book published by Russell in his hand, turning the pages with a smile on his face.

After a while, he turned his head to look out the window, raised the corner of his mouth and said calmly:

"Everything is for the trend of the times."

...

Feynetport City is the capital of the Feynetport Kingdom

This city has a style that is completely different from Trier and Backlund.

But when Edward walked out of the spiritual world, he felt vaguely that the surrounding buildings looked familiar. After thinking for a while, he remembered that the architectural style he had seen in Moon City in the God-forsaken Land was slightly similar to this one - probably influenced by the aesthetic of the vampires.

"Puff."

Inexplicably and abruptly, Akasha suddenly laughed.

Edward looked over speechlessly, "You were unwilling to come back just now, why are you so happy suddenly?"

"No. _E¨Z·Xiao-Tax*King\ ¨埂`Xin~Zhi!Quan_"

She explained with a smile, "I just thought, when Lalder comes back in two days, he will see that I arrived a few days earlier than him. His expression will be very funny."

"…"

You have a very low sense of humor.

"Okay, you stay here for the time being. When the storm is over, remember to come back and continue working for me."

Akasha folded her arms, her full breasts raised high, and snorted, "Hehe, this is my territory. Believe it or not, if I shout now, eight or ten vampires will jump out and capture you, leaving you no time to teleport."

"Yeah?"

Ancient gears rolled in Edward's eyes, and Akasha suddenly felt a strong sense of weakness, and then something that seemed to be rooted in her blood disappeared out of thin air.

She clearly felt that she had dropped from Sequence 6 to Sequence 7, and then continued to drop from Sequence 7... and then became a Sequence 8 human!

"What did you... do to me?"

Even Akasha started to panic at this time.

"Just for fun."

Edward took a step back, his figure disappearing in the distance.

Akasha quickly shouted, "Wait."

"After half a day or a day, you will recover."

"No, what I want to ask is... didn't you promise to teach me how to make beautiful women come to me? You haven't told me yet."

Edward was silent.

This woman...is she really heartless?

"It's very simple. You open a high-end private hot spring and target the ladies and young ladies as your customers. Create a reputation that your private hot spring is high-end and popular. Then, naturally, there will be a steady stream of beautiful women who will take off their clothes and come to you every day."

Akasha was stunned: "That's it?"

"That's it. "Read" the book, "Chase" the latest ""

She rolled up her sleeves and said angrily, "Do I need you to teach me this method? I came up with this idea when I saw the private soup invented by the Son of Steam when I arrived in Trier some time ago. I thought an 'expert' like you would have some unique insights, but it turns out you are only at this level."

"…"

After being silenced for a few seconds, Edward waved and disappeared: "Goodbye."

"Hello! Hello!"

Akasha chased after him for a few steps, curled her lips and muttered, "I didn't expect that after going around in such a circle, I would end up like this."

"What exactly is this Klein Sparrow planning? Is he just trying to find out whether Lilith is dead or alive? But why would a demigod like him inquire about such a thing?"

"It's really weird."

She looked up at the crimson waning moon in the sky and said silently, "Ancestor Lilith, if you are really not dead, then please come down in person and tell that Klein."

"Ah Wu appeared, and scared that bastard to death!"

"Or... just whisper to me in a quiet voice."

As she was muttering to herself, a tiny red lightning suddenly appeared out of nowhere and struck her head directly. Akasha immediately fell to the ground with black smoke coming out of her mouth and rolled her eyes: "Squeak... Squeak..."

...

No. 2, Camellia Street, Noer District.

Edward transformed into a "shepherd" and very naturally opened the door and walked in. A servant immediately came up to him and said respectfully, "Mr. F, you are back."

"Um."

Edward followed the usual habit of Shepherd Mr. F. He first went to the basin in the living room to wash his hands, then walked to the sofa, sat down and snapped his fingers.

The waiter handed over the red wine that had been prepared long ago.

"Is anyone coming to see me tonight?"

"No, sir. *墈+书￠君! .更\譆\最+全+"

"Um."

He nodded and took a sip of wine. "I have received an order from the Lord. I will be out for most of the next period of time. If anyone comes to see me, please place a pot of camellia in the window on the second floor."

"Yes, sir!"

"Okay, go down."

After the servants left, Edward drank his wine slowly for a while before walking into Mr. F's room.

He glanced at the fireplace and realized that it was the entrance to the underground secret room, and inside the secret room was a statue of the true Creator. The holy messengers of the Aurora Society could pray to the true Creator and receive His instructions through prayer and sacrifice.

So even though Edward knew that there was a lot of money and treasures hidden down there, it was safer for him not to go down for the time being, so as to avoid being noticed by the real creator for no reason.

The reason why Edward disguised himself as the witch who commissioned Mr. F even though he knew that he was dead was that on the one hand he wanted to find out who was behind the witch, and on the other hand he planned to take over the Aurora Society's resources in Trier.

Hey, thanks to the True Creator for facilitating me again!

Chapter 504: Investigation of the Mechanical Heart

Half an hour later.

Edward returned home, washed himself and walked out of the bathroom. He wiped his wet hair and sat on the bed, sighing, "This night was really busy."

He leaned against the head of the bed and put the towel back to the bathroom with his invisible hand. He used a magic to dry his hair and then covered himself with the quilt and lay down in bed. "Then I have to have a good sleep and wait for the fermentation of the stabbing of Earl Clear tomorrow."

As soon as he closed his eyes, Edward felt someone intrude into his [false reality], and the image of the intruder immediately appeared in his mind:

There were four men riding in a carriage, wearing similar clothes. They all looked serious as they looked at the villa through the window of the carriage. One of them was holding a small jewelry box in his hand and was carefully injecting spirituality into it.

These people are... members of the Mechanical Heart.

As expected of an official Extraordinary Person, the response was swift.

Edward did not make any unnecessary movements, but quickly fell asleep and waited for their further actions.

Not long after, he felt the surrounding environment suddenly withdrawn, first becoming blurry, and then settling into clarity. He found himself sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a newspaper in his hand, reading while drinking coffee.

It was obvious that someone had entered his dream.

I don't know if it's the nightmare in the Mechanical Heart, or if it's a seal using some kind of Night Path.

Soon, a thin young man with a warm smile opened the door and walked in. He then came to the opposite side of Edward and asked, "Mr. Sparrow, can I sit here?"

Edward seemed to have just discovered him, "Of course."

"Excuse me, do you know Akasha?"

"She is my housekeeper."

"Besides that?"

"Besides that? Nothing else."

"Tell me about how you met her."

Edward spoke without any tone, as if he was in a dream: "She came to me last week night and asked me for an interview for the position of housekeeper. I thought she was very good, and most importantly, she was very good-looking, so I hired her and her brother."

"Do you think there's something wrong with Akasha?"

"Yes, her pupils are red."

"What else?"

"…"

"Why did her brother leave suddenly?"

"Lard said he wanted to go home to visit his elders."

"Do you know what Akasha did today?"

"Yes, she offended the grandson of Earl Clear in the market area and was thrown into prison. Afterwards, my butler and I were also implicated and taken away by the police. Fortunately, with Roselle's help, we were bailed out."

"Didn't you want to save Akasha?"

"Of course, but Russell said he had no other options. I thought about going to Earl Clear's house tomorrow to apologize in person and try again."

"Have you seen Akasha tonight?"

"No."

"Did you know that she assassinated Lord Clear?"

"have no idea."

"Very good, thank you for your honesty, I hope you have a sweet dream tonight."

"Thanks."

Edward lowered his head and started reading the newspaper again. The young man stood up, nodded slightly at him, turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.

A moment later, the young man opened his eyes in the carriage. A colleague of the Mechanical Heart beside him immediately put a gem into the jewelry box he was holding, and then put it into an iron box.

"What's up, Horamick?"

The one who asked the question was an older captain, who had a shaved head and looked very energetic, always with a cheerful smile on his face when he spoke.

"I just went into a dream and asked twelve people, including Klein Sparrow and Dubois, and my initial assessment is that there is nothing wrong."

"Um."

The captain lazily leaned against the carriage and said, "Okay, let's retreat."

Horamick was stunned: "Ah? Is it over like this?"

The captain shrugged: "What do you think? The assassination happened several hours ago. How stupid would the murderer be to wait for you to enter his dream and find out?"

"That..."

The captain picked up a notebook and said:

"Report truthfully based on the clues we have so far. Akasha is suspected to be a Sequence 6 vampire. Although Earl Clear was not killed directly by her, it was because of her that the perpetrator had the opportunity to assassinate him."

"The murderer used many extraordinary abilities at the scene, including the faceless man, the devil, and the psychiatrist. He is suspected to be a shepherd or a recorder."