930 Former Organization (1/2)
”Ince Zangwill.”
Upon hearing the name, all the Red Gloves present fell silent. Not a single one spoke for a moment.
Ever since this former bishop betrayed and fled the Church, the Church of Evernight had never relaxed its pursuit of him. Archbishops and high-ranking deacons who took up high posts had taken turns being responsible for searching for him. They helped each other, often bringing the relevant Sealed Artifacts everywhere to search for clues about him. But ultimately, they were unable to lock onto Ince Zangwill. He slipped away as a result of all kinds of coincidences, his shadow wasn't even noticed. Furthermore, he had caused several major events that killed many Nighthawks.
To the Church of Evernight, especially the Nighthawks, he was someone they hated that had also insulted them!
Without realizing it, Leonard Mitchell had already clenched his hanging fists as his breathing grew deeper.
He soon forced himself to extricate himself from the sudden emotions that emerged within him. He turned his attention to something else.
It was no wonder Dwayne Dantès was able to meet Ince Zangwill on Waypoint Island in the Berserk Sea. It was because the latter's goal was also the Southern Continent—East Balam!
Amidst everyone's silence, Daly Simone immediately used her Spirit Body to emit an ethereal voice without any obvious changes. With some coldness, she spoke at a quickened pace:
”Where are they meeting?”
The Numinous Episcopate member shook his head blankly.
”I don't know.”
Daly raised a few more questions, but she didn't get an ideal reply.
Finally, she took a step back and cast her eyes at the Red Gloves team captain, Soest.
Soest sighed and deliberated over his words before saying, ”First, we need to inform this piece of intel to Her Excellency, Goddess's Eye. We shall leave it to her to contact the Holy Cathedral. Ince, who has 0-08 with him, isn't someone a Red Gloves team can handle.
”Second, we should continue investigating and follow this clue pertaining to Palenque Taciblius. Let's hope that we can figure out Ince Zangwill's motives. With the situation of us not being able to track him or lock onto him, grasping his motives is more important than knowing where he is. Perhaps, it can help us set up a trap that he has no choice but to step into.
”Finally, from now on, everyone is to take note of any coincidences. Regardless of the reason, they are to be reported to me!”
”Yes, Captain!” the Red Glove members replied in unison. Leonard maintained his silence as he turned his head to glance at Daly Simone. He found that this Gatekeeper who addressed herself as a Spirit Medium was similarly silent. Her gaze was dark.
At the same time, he heard Pallez Zoroast's slightly-aged voice resound in his mind:
”Heh heh, from the looks of it, I'll be witnessing a play of running and pursuing.”
What does Old Man mean? Is he hinting at something? We just decided to start investigations on Ince Zangwill's motives, and it's already known by 0-08? Leonard looked away and suddenly had an idea.
If a person who is already dead was to secretly do the relevant investigation, would he be able to avoid 0-08's notice?
…
After two hours of sleep, Klein rubbed his still throbbing head and slowly got out of bed.
Following that, he pulled the bell by the side of the door and waited for an attendant to arrive.
Before long, a native deliberately dressed in Loen attire—a white shirt and red vest—knocked on the door.
Klein twisted the handle and opened a tiny gap in the door. He instructed with a hoarse voice, ”Send another lunch set to the room. I had my meal too early.”
At that instant, he already looked like the tanned Enzo. As a gentleman living in a luxurious room with two servants, it was impossible for him to personally instruct the attendant at the door.
”Yes sir, a lunch set. Any special requests?” The native attendant took out some paper and a pen and began recording as he asked with a rather strange Loenese accent.
Klein used an equally odd Loenese accent.
”With braised meat as the main dish, match it with a cup of sparkling wine with ice and lemon.”
”Do I include two servant meals?” the native attendant asked, following the usual procedure.
Klein was silent for two seconds before saying, ”Yes.”
After ending the conversation, he closed the door and quickly set up a ritual, bringing back Enzo and Ludwell from above the gray fog to the real world. As for Creeping Hunger and Word of the Sea, he temporarily left them in the junk pile. One of them was starving, and the other could hardly resist the urge to sing.
After Klein controlled the marionettes to clean up his room, a few attendants came to deliver lunch. Soon, the entire room was filled with the sounds of cutlery hitting the plate and a soft chewing sound.
After some time, Klein put down his cutlery, picked up his napkin, and wiped his mouth. In satisfaction, he leaned backward and shook his head helplessly.