Female Novel
Chapter 383
Audrey could almost be certain that it had been done by Mr. Fool’s adorer when she heard the description of the familiar scene.She suddenly felt a strong sense of immersion, participation, and pride.
That was a human trafficker whose hands were stained with blood and evil... The “Judgment” card is the retribution enactedagainst him in the name of justice. Was the verdict hanging, beheading, or burning at the stake? The Emperor should be asymbol of his identity... Was this the adorer who sneaked into the Royal Museum and stole the Dark Emperor card? Audrey lether imagination run wild for a moment.
She had intended to press for more information and finer details, but from the look on her father’s face, the tone of his voice, andthe color of his emotions, she could tell that he still didn’t know what was going on. Therefore, she could only suppress hercuriosity and planned on asking her good friend, Kance Leerhsen, from MI9.
Although directly asking Kance about it would suit my image in this aspect, that would still be rather abrupt. It would also conflictwith my identity as a noble. Hmm... I'll get Annie to prepare a few invitations for an afternoon tea party, sending them separatelyto Glaint, Kance, Murray, Christine, Jane, and the others... Most of them are interested in mysticism, so they would feelinterested in someone known as the Hero Bandit Dark Emperor. Under my guidance, they can help me ask a lot of questionsthat wouldn’t be convenient for me to ask... It’s decided... Audrey retracted her attention and nibbled at her breakfast.
She believed that Mr. Fool's adorers wouldn’t have dealt with Capim purely for the sake of punishing evil since it wasn’t in linewith his identity and status. Of course, if Audrey was still the same Audrey who had just joined the Tarot Club a few months ago,then she definitely would’ve been willing to accept such an explanation; otherwise, she wouldn’t have chosen the Justice card asher symbol.
After experiencing so many gatherings and so many matters, she felt that she had matured a lot and was no longer as innocent.She believed that there had to be more important and essential factors behind this matter, such as an evil god or secretorganization which Capim was involved in.
| hope Kance can provide some useful information, Audrey thought with anticipation.
15 Minsk Street. Klein was eating white bread with jam and flipping through today’s newspapers.“What? A safe?” As he read, he almost choked on his own saliva.
It wasn’t me... | didn’t... Don’t spout nonsense... In his mind, Klein immediately rejected the description of his theft of everythingin the safe thrice.
The situation had been pressing, and in order to gain clues, all he did was burrow into the safe to see if there were any importantdocuments or evidence despite having found the safe. He didn’t take anything, and he quickly left the safe and went to anotherroom.
Of course, Klein, in his Spirit Body state, had also suffered some damage from the gas explosion, and the total weight of theitems he could carry had been greatly reduced. There were only gold bars, jewelry, land deeds, house deeds, antiques, andother items in the safe, which were either not convenient for him to take, or there was no way he could launder them.
Perhaps he has a place reserved especially for cash, but unfortunately, | didn’t find it, nor did | have the time to look for it... Kleinmuttered silently to himself, confirming that it was the subsequent investigators who had divided up all the contents in the safe.
He looked at the newspaper, took a sip of Sibe black tea, and slowly exhaled. He smiled inwardly.Hero Bandit Dark Emperor... | like that name...
After breakfast, Klein put on his thick double-breasted frock coat and half top hat, and he held a solid black cane. Opening thedoor, he left Minsk Street for Broken Axe Lane on the boundary of the East Borough.
That was where Daisy had disappeared.
After finalizing his plans yesterday, and before he committed to his operation, he had deliberately made a trip to Broken AxeLane to seriously look for clues. He knocked on the doors of the nearby houses and asked if they had seen any girls like Daisy.
Although Klein didn’t believe that the official Beyonders would think that a poor family would be able to afford a “Hero Bandit”who had at least the strength of a Sequence 6, and he believed that there was a higher probability that the investigation wouldbe directed towards the secrets Capim was involved in, supplemented by “who had been keeping tabs on Capim recently,” andother peripheral investigations, he still cautiously decided to put on a show and try his best to play out the entire act. What if oneof the Beyonder enforcers lost their mind and planned to make a preliminary investigation in this aspect?
Some families might have some savings and would be able to hire other detectives. The chances of being suspected as akindhearted person like me who just took on the case yesterday are extremely low. As long as I’m not suspected, they wouldn'tcompare my performance from the previous Lanevus case... Besides, the Nighthawks were the ones who took action previouslyand were assisted by the military’s special department. Capim’s case happened in Cherwood Borough, so the ones taking on thecase would likely be the Mandated Punishers. The communication between the two groups wouldn't be that smooth... Hmm,Katy and Parker belong to the Arbiter pathway. | wonder if the military will intervene... As a former Nighthawk, Klein had asufficient understanding of the modus operandi of the various official organizations, their work styles, and their investigationhabits.
Simply put, | have excellent anti-detective abilities... Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh as he boarded a carriage.He was going to continue his investigation into Daisy's disappearance.
After all, he was an ordinary private detective who hadn't been able to confirm that Daisy’s disappearance had anything to dowith Capim.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Daisy returned to the shabby rented apartment under the escort of the police officer in charge ofthe neighborhood.
Along with a few pitiful girls like her, she had been settled into the various cathedrals in Cherwood Borough last night and hadbeen questioned accordingly. It included what they saw when they escaped, what they saw when they looked back, where theylived, what their family situation was, if they knew any friends who were out of the ordinary, and so on and so forth.
Daisy, who was still in a state of panic and lingering fear, answered the questions truthfully.After that, no one came to her again.
She slept through the night and was sent back to East Borough early in the morning, where she was handed over to the fiercepolice officer she always saw.
Along the way, Daisy didn’t dare to say anything. She trembled in fear, and only when she entered the apartment where she liveddid she feel a little more at ease.
As soon as she stepped through the door, and before she could find her mother and sister through the hanging wet clothes, sheheard a scream.
“Daisy!”
Freja stopped whatever she was doing and, like a nimble fawn, darted through the clothes hanging in the air and the randomthings on the ground. She ran to the door and hugged her sister tightly.
Then she let go of her hand, and with tears streaming down her cheeks, she sized Daisy up with pleasant surprise and inconcern.
“Are you alright?“It's so wonderful that you’re finally back!”
Liv also stood up from behind the washbasin. She wiped her hands on her clothes and asked, rubbing her eyes, “Daisy, wherehave you been these past few days?”
At that moment, the police officer interrupted, “She was kidnapped. We rescued her.”“Thank you, thank you! You guys are t-too great!” Liv shed tears and randomly used an adjective.The policeman coughed lightly and said, “That’s our duty... Have you met anyone strange in the past few days?”
Liv was stunned for a second. Hoping to not be involved in too many matters or get into any trouble, she said, “No, | reallyhaven't.”
The policeman waved his hand and said, “Be more careful in the future! Don’t take deserted shortcuts again!”He couldn't stand the humidity and the motley of smells so he turned and left.
Liv looked at her daughter again. She took wide strides over to her side and wiped her hands on the side of her clothes beforehugging Daisy.
“It's good that you're back. It’s good that you’re back...” she murmured through her tears, not asking if Daisy had been hurt.Daisy relaxed and sobbed.Beside her, Freja was also crying. She stretched out her arms and hugged her mother and sister respectively.
The three of them cried for a while before letting go.
Liv wiped her eyes again and said, “Wash the clothes first; there are still a lot of them.”Daisy, who had just been rescued, nodded and quickly threw herself into her busy work.
It wasn’t until noon, while they were nibbling on their black bread and drinking plain water that could hardly even be consideredtea, that Liv finally had time to ask, “Daisy, were you hurt?”
Daisy shook her head.“They just hit me a few times.”
“That’s great! The police rescued you? A kind detective was willing to help search for you for free yesterday, and you ended upreturning today. Ah, he still has your vocabulary book,” Freja mentioned in passing.
Already prepared, Liv mentioned, “I'll get Old Kohler to get it back and tell the detective you’re home so that he won't have tobusy himself over this matter. Regardless, we have to thank him again.”
Daisy felt relieved as she replied to her sister’s question, “No, it wasn’t the police. There was a sudden explosion, and the doorsthat kept us locked up were strangely opened, and we just ran out. However, | did see a gentleman or a lady on the roof.
“He wore black armor, a crown-like helmet, and a cape. He just stood there watching us quietly. None of those bad guys came tostop us or chase us down.”
As a tutor at the free school, Daisy clearly had a richer set of vocabulary than her mother, Liv.
“A person dressed like that saved you?” Liv answered in shock. By the side, Freja curiously waited for the answer.Daisy nodded seriously and said, “Yes, he’s I-like what the bard sing of...
“A hero!”
Hero... Freja ruminated over the word, her eyes as bright as the stars.
In a certain secret chamber, a group of people were carefully comparing the Lanevus case with the Capim case using theinformation they were given as they searched for similarities between the motives and modus operandi.
“The two things cannot be linked together at all. The only thing that they have in common is evil, or rather, evil was defeated. Theowner of the tarot card has upheld justice,” someone exclaimed.
“It can be confirmed that the two cases didn’t involve the same person. The difference in strength is obvious, and what they’regood at is even more contrasting. Although it’s possible that their Sequence had been elevated, Capim’s murderer was a kind ofspecter, or someone that can switch into the Sequence state. That's not something common.” Another person's analysis wasendorsed by the majority.
Therefore, the person who called the meeting concluded, “Two cases, two different people, but they both threw out tarot cards.Perhaps the latter was committing a copycat crime, and if that’s the case, we can target the people who are aware of theLanevus case. The other possibility is that there is an organization!
“An organization symbolized by tarot cards!”novelbin