Chapter 211: The Changed Question

Chapter 211: The Changed Question

Inside the carriage outside the Krag Club.

“‘Apostle of Desire’ may not necessarily be Patrick Jason Beria? You think there is a possibility we’ve been misled?” After hearing Klein’s words, Ikanser neither scoffed nor showed disdain. Instead, he seriously began discussing the issue with him.

A decent deacon… Though perhaps it’s because he often uses that magic mirror called Arrodes. No matter how bad or sharp-tempered someone is, they would be worn smooth… Klein inwardly praised him and sincerely nodded.

“This is only my personal opinion, born from caution.

“To verify it is very simple. Ask the magic mirror for the location of that Apostle of Desire, rather than the location of Patrick Jason Beria.”

Ikanser pressed down on his hat.

“That makes sense.”

His expression once again became grave, and his gaze followed it toward the magic mirror in his hand.

“Deacon Ikanser, if you ask for some clue here, that Demon will definitely sense it,” Klein reminded him from the side.

“That’s true.” Ikanser turned his head toward the two team members. “Continue protecting Mr. Moriarty in secret. Even if that Apostle of Desire attacks, the three of you together should be able to hold out for quite a long time, and there are military personnel nearby.”

“Yes, Deacon!” the two Machinery Hivemind members answered without hesitation.

Ikanser immediately left, heading toward where the Nighthawks were located—in other words, toward Isengard Stanton.

The Singer of God has been drawn away, and the Church of the Goddess has already deployed that Sealed Artifact… If the Apostle of Desire really intends to act, it will definitely be this afternoon… I hope there’s still time. I hope that magic mirror gives the correct answer… But in that case, I won’t have the chance to get involved, won’t be able to witness with my own eyes the death of the Demon endangering everyone, and won’t be able to touch the suitcases filled with banknotes, gold bars, gold coins, and jewelry… Klein watched Ikanser’s departing figure with a mixture of sighs and regret.

But he quickly recovered his mood.

This is fine too. At least I won’t have to take risks. The danger can be resolved smoothly and safely.

Besides, the Machinery Hivemind definitely won’t mistreat me. If they really succeed, my view and suggestion will certainly have played an extremely important role. And I am a believer of the God of Steam and Machinery. Based on the style of the major Churches, they should share part of the gains with me… With 50,000 pounds as the premise, no matter what, it shouldn’t be too little…

Thinking to this point, Klein still could not help feeling somewhat regretful.

Even so, he would not take risks by getting involved.

A Magician does not perform without preparation!

Everything is too tight, too rushed. It didn’t give me time to plan at all… Klein nodded to the two Machinery Hivemind members, stepped down from the carriage, returned to the Krag Club, and, as a precaution, had a waiter open a resting room for him.

…

Hillston Borough, inside Isengard Stanton’s sitting room.

Leonard Mitchell smoothed back his slightly unruly black hair and, following Captain Soest’s instructions, put on with difficulty the silver full-body armor stained with large patches of blood, aided by several other Nighthawks.

He lowered the visor, hiding his green eyes in the deep darkness, then extended his left palm clad in a silver-white metal gauntlet and took the magic mirror Ikanser handed him.

Within the Church of Steam and Machinery, this silver mirror’s codename was 2-111.

“It is only a Grade 2 Sealed Artifact?” Soest asked, somewhat surprised.

Ikanser nodded.

“Yes. Its harmfulness is not high.”

By the end of the sentence, a touch of gritted teeth had appeared in his tone.

“In other words, in all other respects, it has reached the standard of a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact?” Soest asked thoughtfully.

Ikanser glanced at him warily.

“Only in certain…