Mysterious: The Innate Sacred Body of Destiny

Chapter 79 Backlund at This Moment

Backlund.

"Fors, you seem very anxious." Hugh put down the morning paper, his voice filled with obvious worry.

It's eight in the morning, a time when Fors should still be sound asleep. But here she is, pacing back and forth in the living room in her bathrobe, her long, unkempt hair disheveled, clearly having been like this for quite some time.

Fors seemed not to hear Hugh's words, and kept muttering to herself.

Hugh tilted his head: "Nothing?"

"It's a letter!" Fors suddenly stopped, frantically grabbing at her hair in distress. "I still haven't received a reply!"

"A reply?" Hugh blinked. "From your loyal reader?"

Fors nodded emphatically, his cheeks flushed with excitement: "It's been more than two weeks! He's never gone this long without replying before."

Seeing his friend's slightly exaggerated expression, Hugh couldn't help but advise, "Maybe he's just too busy. Didn't they say his family had suffered some misfortune?"

"Of course I knew!" Fors said, hands on her hips, with a "I had already thought of that" look on her face. "That's why I sent him 100 pounds to help him through this difficult time."

"100 pounds... Good heavens! Fors, when did you become so generous?" Hugh's eyes widened, and he almost jumped up from his chair, looking at Fors with a face full of surprise.

Fors immediately raised her chin: "What do you mean by that? Do you think I'm usually petty?"

"Uh..." Hugh's lips twitched. "I mean, you just gave him 100 pounds for nothing?"

"Um..." Hearing Hugh's complaints, Fors felt a little guilty. Her momentum immediately weakened, and her eyes darted around. "Ahem... well... it was just a loan to him. He was having some trouble, so I was just helping him out."

"He was my first fan, how could I not help him when he's in trouble?"

She paused, then added, "If you encounter any difficulties, I will help you."

Xiu sighed. That was true; although Fors was lazy, he was indeed exceptionally good to his friends.

"So, he still hasn't replied after you sent him a hundred pounds."

"Hmm," Fors nodded dejectedly.

Xiu rubbed her temples. She felt this scenario was somewhat familiar, very similar to some of the scams she had previously arbitrated.

Feigning helplessness to gain sympathy, and then taking the opportunity to swindle money—a simple yet effective scam.

"You two are just pen pals and haven't met in person yet, right? It's best to write an IOU when it comes to lending money," Hugh analyzed from the perspective of an arbitrator.

"Actually..." Fors turned her face away, her voice trailing off, "He didn't ask for the money; I sent it to him myself..."

"what?"

"Isn't this just a freebie?" Hugh almost choked on his own saliva. Fors might be a bit lazy usually, but his IQ is fine, so how could he be like this this time...?

This act can be considered a gift under the law, and the other party may not even have to return it.

"Is it possible..." Hugh carefully chose his words, "that he saw the money and became greedy, so..."

"No, that's impossible," Forl said without even thinking.

"well……"

"Isn't your pen pal also living in Backlund?" Seeing his friend's determination, Hugh offered another suggestion.

"If you're really worried about him, you can go find him."

"This... isn't that a bit inappropriate, meeting in private or something."

……

A stronghold of a certain organization.

"Is this what you brought back from Tingen?" The Six of Spades looked at the things his friend had brought back with a troubled expression.

It was an infant with disproportionate limbs and a jet-black head.

If you ignore the decadent and ominous aura emanating from him, he really does resemble an underdeveloped infant still in swaddling clothes.

"Yeah, how about it? Isn't this gift a surprise?" The Five of Clubs said with a big smile.

"It's definitely a surprise, not a shock," the Six of Spades muttered weakly.

"Why do you guys always bring back strange things from your missions?" Spade 6 sighed.

"Didn't you ask me to keep an eye out for items that could be collected?" the 5 of Clubs retorted confidently.

"This is what you call a collectible? What about this one?" The Six of Spades pointed to Megas, who was regaining her human form. "Although she looks normal on the outside, her inner self has long been tainted by corruption, hasn't it?"

He pointed to the woman's neck—a scar shaped like an inverted cross was wriggling beneath the skin.

Seeing that the other party seemed unsophisticated, the player with the 5 of Clubs had no choice but to try to appease them:

"Don't worry, it's already been dealt with by the higher-ups, otherwise I wouldn't have brought it to your side."

"In short, your task is to study that baby. He's currently in a semi-sealed state and shouldn't pose a threat..."

"As for this woman, she should still be able to sober up. You can just make some simple arrangements."

"Alright." The Six of Spades nodded, then looked at his relaxed colleague beside him and couldn't help but ask:

"What exactly happened to you this time? Wasn't it just a simple matter of picking someone up?"

"You really want to know?" Club 5 smirked.

"Hmm," the Six of Spades nodded.

"I won't tell you..."

"Tsk..."

"Just kidding, this is information gathered by the intelligence department." Club 5 handed the other party a large stack of documents.

"The Church of the Night... Level 0 Sealed Artifact, Fallen Bishop... 'Gatekeeper'..." Looking at the information in front of him, Spade 6 couldn't help but sigh at the Church of the Night's simple and honest style.

"So you're saying you unintentionally got involved in the Night Church's incident?"

"Yes, it's very unlucky." Plum Blossom 5 nodded.

"Huh, an internal wanted poster from the Church of the Night. They even managed to get their hands on this." Spade 6 was intrigued and quickly scanned it.

An internal wanted poster? Does such a thing exist...? Clubs 5 also became interested, "Let me see it too."

He reached out and picked up the arrest warrant, examining it closely.

"Suspected defector: Tingen Market Nightwalker 'Klein Moretti'... Sequence 8: Joker... Revolver wielder, proficient in various ritual magic."

Plum Blossom 5 is lost in thought.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," he quickly regained his composure and chuckled, "I just found it amusing. In one incident, the Church of the Night actually produced two traitors."

"Maybe the Tingen incident was something they did together."

……

Backland Minsk Street.

Klein, using the alias Sherlock Moriarty, was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, researching potential investment opportunities, and trying to find ways to get rich quick.

After escaping from Tingen, he rented a house here and started working as a private investigator.

Unfortunately, the income is nowhere near what those who used to work the night shift earn.

"A secure job is definitely the best..." Klein sighed, thinking about his recent business deals.

"Jingle bells"

The bell, pulled by a rope, swayed continuously, its sound echoing throughout the spacious but relatively empty living room.

"A guest?" Klein stood up, silently praying that this time it wouldn't be another request to find a cat or investigate infidelity. As an Extraordinary, he craved more challenging (and lucrative) cases.

"Hello." He opened the door with a professional smile. "How can I help you?"

"You're Sherlock Moriarty?" A burly man stared at him with an unfriendly expression.

"How dare you act as a detective on our turf?"