nashuaworldcup Chapter 159 The Aurora Society Announces Responsibility
Chapter 159 The Aurora Society Announces Responsibility
Chapter 159 The Aurora Society Announces Responsibility
Luze and the red-haired Sophia agreed on a profit-sharing arrangement, but verbal promises don't count for much, so she took out another contract and wrote down all the terms clearly, which they then signed.
Although he signed a pseudonym, the moment he finished writing it, Lu Ze felt a subtle and peculiar connection forming within him. It seemed that if he didn't act according to the contract, something very bad would happen.
"Even a Sequence 4 demigod would face severe consequences for violating 'Notarization,' and I hope you won't break the agreement," Sophia warned sternly. "The gathering of extraordinary beings is tomorrow night; we'll meet at the bridgehead of Backlund Bridge."
Lu Ze nodded in agreement and parted ways with her.
He blended into the shadows and didn't go straight back. Instead, he circled around several times until he was sure Sophia wasn't following him before returning to his rented apartment.
"You're finally back!"
He was greeted at the door by his landlady, Emily, who was wearing a pale yellow nightgown and had her hands clasped together, looking breathless and uneasy.
She experienced so much trauma that night. First, a group of bloodied wounded soldiers burst in, and then a fight broke out. Although she hid in her room and didn't witness it firsthand, she heard the terrifying noises. When she came out, she found her house in complete disarray, with even a burn mark on the floor.
"I'm sorry to have startled you... Where's my sister?"
Lu Zedao scanned the room but did not find Cecilia.
"I have no idea."
Emily's answer pleased him: "After your noisy commotion, the room became quiet, and I didn't see anyone when I came out."
Where did Cecilia go?
Lu Ze was a little anxious and turned to go out to look for someone when he saw the door being pushed open and his sister coming in.
"Brother, you're back."
She looked very happy.
"Cecilia, where have you gone?"
"I've been lurking around the streets to prevent anything from happening."
The younger sister replied, "So, is it resolved?"
"almost."
Lu Ze felt a little more at ease when he touched the manuscript of the third-generation difference engine hidden in his bosom through his clothes.
Just then, the noise around him grew louder, his vision dimmed, and all the objects began to distort and deform.
My lucid time is finally over.
He thought regretfully, and called out to his sister, asking her to help him control himself.
Regardless, I've struck gold tonight. Not only did I digest the potion, but I also caught a lamb and even obtained an item of extremely high value. With this, I wonder what I can exchange it for with that important person...
money?
An extraordinary item?
Or should you simply ask the other party to help resolve your mental state?
Before he went half-mad, Lu Ze was still thinking about this.
The next morning, Luze, having replenished his energy with plenty of fresh meat, regained consciousness. He sat at the dining table, eating breakfast with Emily and Cecilia while reading the newspaper.
Ever since the fat pharmacist told him about the gathering, which was based on a tip published in the Backlund Morning Post, he subscribed to that newspaper, as well as several other well-known newspapers in Backlund, as a way to get information on a daily basis.
Just now, he unfolded the newspaper, and a shocking headline appeared:
"Ambassador Beckeron of Intis has been murdered! The terrorist organization 'Aurora Society' claims responsibility!"
what?
Upon seeing this title, Lu Ze was momentarily stunned.
Ambassador Beckeron of Intis... isn't he the boss of Rosago mentioned in the golden mask? He was killed by the Aurora Society?
Thinking about how he had just impersonated a divine messenger of the Aurora Society last night, Lu Ze couldn't help but laugh.
He had originally intended to pin the blame on the Aurora Society, but unexpectedly, the Aurora Society was actually involved. This meant that MI9 would be misled into investigating the fanatics, making him much safer.
Good thing, let them torment each other.
With a cheerful mood, Lu Ze continued to browse the other newspapers.
He noticed that there was no news about the gathering on page five of the Backlund Morning Post, and that Sherlock Moriarty was still playing Gog's game.
15 Minsk Street, I remember. After I've digested the hermit's potion, I'll go meet this great detective.
Lu Ze thought to himself.
He put down the newspaper, picked up scissors, and cut out several roughly shaped paper figures from the newspaper he had finished reading, intending to use them as his stand-ins later.
North District, the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Night in Backlund, St. Samuel's Church.
"Tap, tap."
Handsome Leonard, wearing bright red gloves, strode down the empty, deep corridor. He seemed much more composed than he had been in Tingen. His emerald eyes held a hint of detachment from reality.
After turning a corner, Leonard suddenly stopped.
Suddenly, many familiar figures appeared before his eyes: Dunn, Klein, Luzer... They looked at Leonard, each with a smile on their face, just like back at Blackthorn Security.
Leonard watched quietly for a while, his eyes filled with nostalgia, before a bitter smile slowly appeared on his face.
"I'm sorry, Captain, I shouldn't have laughed at you behind your back before... It turns out that becoming a nightmare really does make your memory worse."
After the dreamlike illusion disappeared, he continued on his way.
He has now successfully advanced to Sequence 7, "Nightmare," and has earned the right to join the elite Night Watchers, the "Red Gloves." He will join the other new recruits in Backlund and then travel to the Sanctuary in Northwintershire to receive a full set of training and courses.
Just you wait, everyone, this is the first step in my revenge for you.
As he was walking, he suddenly encountered an old man. The man was wearing a classic black robe, carrying some documents in his arms, with gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face.
Old Neil.
Leonard's eyes narrowed involuntarily. Across from him, Old Neil also noticed Leonard, initially shocked, then his gray beard began to tremble, a mixture of joy and sorrow on his face. He seemed to want to say something, but the words caught in his throat...
But I don't know where to begin.
Leonard took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and continued walking forward.
He didn't say anything.
"Hold back, don't speak, don't reminisce..." Leonard told himself.
Because whenever they talk, they inevitably end up talking about the captain and avenging their comrades... Old Neil has died once and saved the captain more than once. Now, he's very old, and it would be too cruel to take him out of his peaceful old age and make him participate in the battle against a powerful enemy.
Let's just pretend we don't know each other; it's better for everyone.
Old Neil seemed to sense Leonard's thoughts as well. He became conflicted, sad, and even a little angry. He almost dropped the documents in his arms.
But he didn't speak up until the very end.
In this way, the distance between the two gradually closed until they passed each other, and then the distance widened again.
"Take care."
As I approached the end of the corridor, an aged, trembling voice sounded from behind me.
Leonard closed his eyes, but kept walking.