That night, a bit later, in front of Capim's villa.
Dark-faced police officers stood outside, reprimanding the onlookers and keeping them from getting too close.
Behind them, the villa's main hall was brightly lit, with light pouring from the shattered windows and doors into the garden.
Inside the destroyed hall, formally dressed members of MI9 and Mandated Punishers from the Church of Storms were carefully examining various traces, appearing exceptionally busy.
Beyonder incidents in the Jowood District fell under the jurisdiction of St. Wind Cathedral, meaning the Church of Storms.
It was only natural for them to come investigate. As for why MI9 was here...
"What do you mean there are no leads?"
The Storm Church's cardinal archbishop, Archbishop of the Backlund diocese, "Spellsinger of God" Ace Snake asked coldly.
He wore a black soft hat, his silver eyes naturally imposing without anger, his slightly aged face ice-cold.
This was precisely that powerful old man who had ridden the wind to arrive earlier.
Facing him, the captain of the Mandated Punisher squad wearing robes embroidered with storm symbols immediately broke out in a sweat.
"Alright, alright, let's first ask what the reason is. My people will help too."
Beside him, that handsome man who had been first to arrive at the scene mediated.
With this person's words, the Punisher captain being directly stared at by the "Spellsinger of God" finally mustered his courage and began explaining:
"The scene was interfered with.
Divination and rituals can't find any leads... However, the aura at the scene clearly carries a sense of depravity and madness.
The one who did this should be a high-sequence Beyonder from the Secrets Suppliant pathway."
"Aurora Order?"
The "Spellsinger of God" naturally thought of the organization related to this pathway and frowned.
"Weren't they the ones who assassinated the Intis ambassador some time ago?"
"I actually think it doesn't seem like the Aurora Order's handiwork..."
The handsome man stroked his chin, looking thoughtful, as if recalling the two people he had seen earlier.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
A man in formal attire ran into the hall, came before him, and snapped to attention with a salute. "Director!"
"How is it?"
The handsome man, the MI9 Director Kons, looked at him and asked.
"I questioned those young girls.
According to them, a strangely dressed man suddenly burst in, and then the bodies of people present began exploding into masses of blood flowers."
The subordinate reported.
"Sounds like a Rose Bishop's ability."
The handsome Kons nodded, then asked as if curious, "But why were there so many young girls here?"
"This..."
The subordinate's expression became awkward. After hesitating for a moment, he leaned in closer and quietly explained.
After hearing the inside story, the expressions on both their faces changed slightly.
"Would someone from the Aurora Order specifically save these young girls?"
Kons sighed faintly and asked.
"...Then what is his identity? And why were there Beyonders protecting Capim?"
The "Spellsinger of God" was silent for a moment before slowly speaking.
"I don't know either. We can only investigate slowly going forward."
MI9 Director Kons shrugged slightly.
---
The next day, morning.
Queens District, inside the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.
"Father, why do you look so happy today?"
During breakfast, Audrey Hall noticed her father was in a very good mood and asked curiously.
The instincts of a "Reader" and a daughter's special talent let her perceive her father had the desire to express himself.
"Hehe... Do you remember that member of the House of Commons, Wadra, who often criticized me? He's gone missing."
The bearded Earl Hall put down his newspaper and chuckled lightly.
He had a handsome face, though his protruding belly from gaining weight ruined this beauty. Fortunately, his considerable wealth compensated for this deficiency.
"Councilman Wadra? That member of the House of Commons who always said our banking operations were competing with the people for profit? He's missing?"
"They say missing, but he's actually dead."
Earl Hall said with a smile. "And he died at that Capim's villa, where he was witnessed by eyewitnesses... Now even his posthumous reputation will be completely ruined."
"Who is Capim?"
Audrey was gradually drawn into the incident and asked with genuine curiosity.
"A wealthy man who was secretly engaged in human trafficking... Certain people had good relations with him."
Earl Hall laughed lightly, as if he had long been disgusted by certain things.
"Wadra, Capim, and a large group of guys who were having fun at the villa were all killed at the same time. Those imprisoned young girls were released and able to escape."
"I see... Though it's a bit extreme, it also saved many people..."
Hearing this, Audrey nodded half in fear, half in approval. But soon, she noticed something strange.
"Wait, Father, if someone witnessed the incident, why does the newspaper now say he's missing?"
"Because no bodies were left at the scene."
Saying this, Earl Hall's smile faded somewhat, his gaze gradually deepening.
No bodies?
Audrey carefully pondered this statement, her expression gradually becoming strange.
Many people were killed, yet no bodies were left behind?
She originally wanted to continue asking more details and the detailed process, but through "reading" her father's state, she discovered he still wasn't clear on what exactly had happened, so she suppressed her curiosity and planned to inquire from her friend Kons Lierson, who worked for MI9.
Mm, I can host a tea party, then invite those interested in this matter and guide them to discuss this topic... That way, I can make myself look less conspicuous...
Out of a "Reader's" instinct, Audrey quickly conceived a method to smoothly obtain what she wanted.
Speaking of which, who could have done this?
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Silas was praying.
He held a ritual silver dagger, creating a spirit wall in the living room, praying aloud.
"Incarnation of Spirit and Number,"
"Origin of all knowledge,"
"The Hidden Sage above the wilderness!"
He was conducting a ritual, establishing contact with that crazed evil god.
Soon, he felt a pair of indifferent eyes appear in the invisible heights above, gazing down at him.
Almost simultaneously, massive amounts of knowledge rapidly flooded his mind. The vast and complex knowledge seemed tangible, trying to fill every crevice of his brain.
This made him feel the pain of his head being about to burst!
"Whoosh..."
Silas immediately summoned the tide. The phantom sound of waves resisted the Hidden Sage's mad infusion, finally giving Silas the leeway to proceed with the next steps.
"I pray for Your power,"
"I pray for the great will that transcends the spirit,"
"I pray that You bestow power upon me, so I may be freed from chaos."
He was praying to the Hidden Sage for power to lift his state of madness.
Because he had devoured a large amount of human bodies, the spirits remaining in that flesh had caused him tremendous impact.