Chapter 29 Three Evil Gods Looking for Ranrus

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"The money is always used up before I know it." Edward sighed.

"Yes." Zhen Zao, who was basking in the sun next to him, responded deeply.

The dark saint who checked the accounts in the next room looked at his eyes and his nose and his heart. The breath of poverty permeates the aurora, making the gods feel painless.

God has been descending for more than a month, and His container has grown very fast. Now he has the appearance of a child about two years old. His very unique black gold highlights are becoming more and more obvious. The gold has a tendency to spread downward, gradually occupying one-third of the territory, much better than being forced to the roots at the beginning. The red eyes are still as always. Walking outside, you will probably be considered a vampire mixed race... Will you be caught as spiritual material... How much can a vampire sell for? Edward began to diverge your mind.

"You seem to be thinking about something rude." The real Creator glanced at Him, "You are quite idle lately, are you in a hurry to advance?"

"It's useless to be anxious." The devil replied, "Isn't the little Zaratu also been trapped in the Miracle Master for so many years. From the Fourth Age to now, I haven't found any opportunity to be promoted. I can't do anything with the divination family, so I must be even more difficult."

The other party then changed the topic: "Aurora transformation has been smooth recently, and everyone is very motivated. Are you making progress in tracing Lanerus?"

"Who is Ranrus?"

"..." It's really forbearing, "The one I gave to flesh and blood."

"Oh, you say that fraudster." Edward thought for a while, "There is no news at the moment. Mr. Z's subordinates and members of the East Sect have been trying their best to find it. However, one of the reports submitted has attracted me, that is, the bounty hunter and even private detective who are tracing the search for this Ranrus have been hunted in seclusion and tortured to death."

The real Creator noticed: "Bad killing, demon or prisoner?"

"I don't know. But people who use such rough and reckless methods and vent their malicious intentions are definitely not high-sequences, and I have no interest."

Edward lit a cigarette and burned quietly in his hand: "I think it's a demon. If this is also a demon, combined with Beckland's current serial murder case, is the concentration of demons here too high?"

The real Creator looked over with an indescribable look. The left eye said that the devil was around me, and the right eye said that what were you talking about.

"At present, it seems that Lanerus is active in the East District, because the person who is looking for him is basically dead in the corner of the East District." Edward held his cheek with one hand, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to the real Creator. "If it was a real demon or a prisoner, I could go there. How could private detectives and bounty hunters have extraordinary characteristics that are effective? But the question is, why could Lanerus get online with these two channels?"

"It's not important, what's important is to recycle my flesh and blood from Rarus." said the real Creator, "The resources cannot be wasted."

"You can't sense your flesh and blood at all, right?"

"It can be sensed, but there are hundreds. He used some method to amplify my pollution, probably to share his blood to others."

"Even if one of them is investigated one by one, it will take a long time, let alone that you cannot convene a large-scale investigation... Forget it, I'll go to the East District for a chance to do it."

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Xiu was wearing many shoes that raised up and put on a thick beard, making herself look like a short man. She came to the agreed meeting place and waited for a few minutes. After seeing Maria, who had also made a disguise and had hidden most of the scars on her face, came to her face.

"I know it's you, Hugh," Maria said straight to the point. "I received the latest information and found another body. Five people who were chasing Ranrus have died. Are you sure you will continue?"

"How could this happen...Lanerus is simply a lunatic!"

There must be more than five people who died. Don’t think of Williams who died tragically after only learning the information. Even his face was destroyed and his body was unable to identify his identity. It is normal for the bounty hunters to lose contact for three or five days because of the big and small bounty. Ranrus seemed to know that, so he always killed them cruelly and destroyed their faces and threw them into an extremely secluded corner. If Xiu hadn’t found a familiar intelligence dealer Williams, she would have been kept in the dark and continued to investigate.

The arbitrator was furious but could not do anything: "Miss Maria, I cannot forgive such a demonic behavior! I hope that this guy will be subject to the sanctions he deserves, and I will never miss any opportunity!"

"But your ability is insufficient." Maria said mercilessly, "If I hadn't provided you with the identity of the body in time, you would probably have been one of them now, so who had blatantly investigated you! Who gave you this reward? Do you have no idea about this person's situation?"

Hugh bit his lip. Although he was a little confused and complaining, he still did not say Miss Audrey's name: "I took it myself. I only thought it was an outdated reward that was not difficult at the time..."

"Then you should stop right now. If you continue to participate, it is likely to pose a threat to your life."

"What about you? Maria?"

"I don't want to investigate this matter anymore, even if his reward is as high as a few hundred pounds."

Anyway, this is the Aurora Club, not my job. Maria kicked the stone at her feet irritably and watched it fly out of the alley: "And I have a lot to do! The textile factory has nearly half of the female workers fired because of the introduction of new machines. The girls all need new jobs, but there are no such many places in the East District! I don't know if it was the idiot who encouraged them to go back and smash the machines and march and demonstrate, and there were even human traffickers taking the opportunity to kidnap people - I really don't have time to control a scam!"

Hugh bit his lips tightly, Maria didn't say a word at the beginning, and the alley fell into a dead silence for a moment.

"... Maybe we can consider reporting this to the major churches." Hugh said reluctantly, Maria's expression was still not good-looking. After a moment, she cursed hatefully, "Okay, you report it, I hope the gods will really care about the lives and death of the people in the East District!"

This was all I could do. Xiu felt powerless and left the alley behind Mary. Suddenly, her forehead hit the other person's back, as if it was hitting an iron plate, which made her look instantly at the sight of Venus. Xiu poked his head out of Mary's back in confusion and saw a very familiar brown-haired gentleman passing by the entrance of the alley - the editor of Forth, their benefactor in the previous Zillingers incident, Mr. Edward Vaughan!

What did he do here? Why did this decent gentleman appear here? By the way, the last encounter was in the East District. He seemed to like to collect folk songs, so his works are mainly realistic tragedies...

Hugh didn't notice Maria's abnormality. This disguise was not suitable for greeting her. She lowered her head and pulled her collar high and left quickly.

After she walked away, Maria recovered from her stiff body. She took a few breaths and continued to move forward.

——However, the moment she stepped out of the alley, she saw Edward Vaughan, who had been passing by as if nothing had happened, standing next to her, standing in the visual corner at the entrance of the alley, looking at her with a smile.

"You were afraid of me just now." Edward said with interest, "fear, surprise, surprise. You know me, and you showed a little joy. - Are you a member of the Tour de Clan? Sequence 6, the head of the East District?"

"Head... no, His Highness Angel of the Abyss, His Highness Richard has shown me your portrait." Under the influence of the natural fear brought by the high sequence and the years of horror renderings of the leader in the sect, Maria tried her best to say this. She thought she was shouting, but in fact her voice was as thin as a mosquito and flies, and even people a meter away could not hear it clearly. "Yes, I, I, Beckland of the sect, the person in charge... East District... I..."

"No need to mention the name, I will soon forget you."

Edward asked: "Did you have encountered difficulties?"

Maria hesitated for a moment and decided to tell the truth: "Yes, I'm pursuing Lanerus as a personal capacity, and also investigating the case of trafficking in the population. The former has killed five people, but I have no clue yet. The latter can basically be confirmed by Kaping, but there is no evidence."

"I'm looking for Ranrus, too." Edward took out a piece of paper from his outer pocket, which was cut from the eastern section of the Beckland map, with hundreds of small red dots drawn on it. More than a dozen have been crossed out, "It's probably all checked today."

Maria looked at the crossed mark and imagined the real meaning behind the "check" and did not dare to speak.

Without waiting for Mary to continue speaking, He looked up and pointed in a certain direction and asked, "Does Kaping live there?"

"Yes."

"Resentment and sin gather there, and the blood is more obvious than other places." Edward looked at him from a distance, "but something else helped him share a part. He had a backer, and it was normal for you to have no evidence... Since you are a person with great sin, you are qualified to be my sacrifice. If you can sacrifice him to me, I will give you a reward."

"?!please--"

Maria was shocked, but just as she was organizing the language, the Abyss Angel had turned and left, and no longer found His back in the crowd. Suddenly, the person in charge of the mission was assigned to cover his face with one hand, and it took several seconds to finally calm down. Anyway, there were so many troubles, so one more could be accepted... Maria sighed deeply, cheered up and went to the dockworkers Association as planned.

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Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Klein left Mrs. Summer's lunch party and headed for the East Side again. Combined with the intelligence conveyed by Miss Justice and Taylor's message, this time he had a clearer goal: to disguise himself as a reporter and legitimately enter the dockworkers association to check the situation of Ranrus.

He did not bring his magical items and equipment, but simply dressed up as a common investigative reporter. He was not sure about the current state of Ranhös and those violent and cruel collaborators. Therefore, he was cautious and Klein did not carry anything that would arouse suspicion.

Not far from the two-story building, Klein pressed his hat brim and felt no suspicious eyes - if it weren't for the big black dog squatting at the entrance of the association, who was dozing off with half-squinted eyes and basking in the sun.

Seeing that he was about to push open the door, the big black dog raised his head and looked at him. The humanized eyes and the faint bloodstains on the fur on his mouth made Klein feel a little creepy. Thinking of Miss Justice, Klein couldn't help but wonder: Could this be an extraordinary dog?

He didn't pay much attention to the dog, and pushed the door open and walked in. He found that the layout of the union was very simple, just a spacious cement house, without any decoration or reception staff, and not even a few chairs. The stairs were in the center, and many office doors were closed on both sides. Beside the doors stood a shabby man in dress and Klein moved closer to him:

"I am a reporter for the Beckland Daily. I want to interview the staff of your association to understand your demands and desires."

Hearing the word "Reporter", the man's eyes suddenly became alert and he replied repeatedly: "No! We haven't been organizing recently..."

"No need to answer him." A female voice inserted into the man and interrupted the man's slightly panicked words. The woman with the iconic black hair and scars walked down the stairs and spoke with a sharp look. "I'm sorry, we won't accept any reporters' interviews now, please go back, sir."

“—I think you misunderstood, ma’am.”

Klein's mind was turning rapidly. Judging from the men's relieved performance and the women's response, the other party was obviously a leader in the association, probably the Miss Maria that Taylor called. Klein used the extraordinary ability of the "Joker" to do his best to make his eyes look more sincere: "I am a person who sympathizes with you. I plan to do a special report to describe the things the union does and the actual difficulties encountered in helping workers. Please believe me."

Maria's eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was measuring the authenticity of this sentence. A layer of cold sweat broke out on Klein's back. After a while, she finally spoke: "We have too many difficulties. Since you are coming to interview, you should have already learned about the actual situation."

"Mr. Journalist, what thing do you want to interview?"

Klein got stuck for a moment. He searched hard for the big and small news he had seen in the newspaper recently, and in two seconds he pieced together an answer that was like that: "About the New Poor Law."

As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself hard. The Poverty Relief Law has been promulgated for several months, and it is not the turn of now to investigate the social impact! Seeing the man next to him showing doubtful eyes, Klein was even more regretful. But he had already said that he had to pretend that nothing had happened and continue to look at the other person with sincere eyes.

Miss Maria seemed to be shocked by this answer. She was silent, opened her mouth, closed her mouth again, and thought for two seconds and said, "I understand, okay. It is not convenient to interview here, please come to the office to tell me."

Ju, it actually succeeded? Klein was stunned in his heart, but his reaction was not slow at all on the surface. He thanked him repeatedly and followed the other party upstairs. Just at the corner, Klein suddenly felt spiritual touch and looked outside the small window by a stranger.

He saw a strange but extremely familiar figure.

Although the other party's skin turned bronze, his ordinary round face became angular, and his glasses were also changed from round frames to long gold-edged frames, Klein still felt familiar with the spiritual intuition of the "Divider".

The figure stayed downstairs of the association for a few seconds, and had a few simple interactions with the big black dog at the door and left. Seeing all this, Klein trembled and could hardly hold the pen and notebook.

TBC

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2 liters 1 ritual: a slaughter that makes people feel scared (with foreshadowing). At least 3 times, 9 times the best effect, and a blood sacrifice to an angel.

Edward's progress: 5/9, 1/1.

The five massacres that have been completed can still be accurately pointed to Edward Vaughn (History Book), and there are still horror stories based on Him in the border areas of various countries (there will be demons to capture you if you don’t sleep at night (?) or too many people die everywhere). The rituals that Edward has completed are very effective. He can be promoted now, but only has a success rate of about 60%. If He promotes, he will definitely attract the intervention of the Mother Tree, Fabouti and other righteous gods to stop it. It cannot guarantee how much power will be used to help Him. The success rate of about 60% cannot resist any risks, and it is even likely to fail.

That's why He did not rush to advance, but continued to find opportunities to perfect the ritual.

And the most important thing:↑The above are all performed for others to see, but in fact, the decline can be transformed as soon as the sequence begins.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!