Chapter 421: I Investigate Myself

Black ripples spread out within the Magic Mirror, and a chilling Trissy appeared inside it.

"You're bold, daring to betray me!" Trissy's gaze was as tempestuous as a blizzard, making Klein almost think he had misjudged her.

"It was just to clear my name," Klein replied, unconcerned.

She was only this assertive when Trissy wasn't right in front of him.

"You must agree to another request of mine, otherwise... hmph!" The icy aura on Trissy seemed to transmit right through the Magic Mirror.

"... Very well." Klein nodded lightly, agreeing in the name of MI9.

"The first request is to help me find someone." When Trissy said this, there was a gentleness that gave Klein goosebumps.

Klein suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and asked, "Who?"

"Klein Moretti, also known as Sherlock Moriarty! He is a 'Faceless', originally a Nighthawk of the Evernight Church, and possibly has connections to the Dream Sect..."

Trissy's words made Klein's body stiffen slightly.

Damn it! My disguise has been stripped! Klein felt it was absurd; the first time his disguise was stripped, it was by Trissy!

He had known that using the name Sherlock would eventually lead to being recognized by a fellow countryman, but he hadn't expected the countryman side to be quiet, while Trissy was the one to strip his disguise.

"Thankfully, internal documents of the Evernight Church won't leak..." Klein recalled that he had used the name Klein in his reports to the Evernight Church.

"I'll have Leonard help tell Anthony later to mask my name..."

Klein thought of quite a lot in an instant; he absolutely could not let Trissy discover him, or it would be troublesome.

"... Help me find this person, that is my first request!" Trissy didn't know what Klein was thinking, she simply stated her request.

"This..." Klein took a deep breath and said, "It involves two Churches, and he is a 'Faceless'. You should be very clear about the difficulty of the investigation; this involves the secrets of two Churches."

Unexpectedly, Trissy nodded. "I have already mobilized the entire Witch Sect to help me find him."

Hiss! Klein almost gasped; mobilizing the entire Witch Sect—what is Trissy's status now? This is too outrageous...

"But I have only found two of his identities; the others require help from the Loen side. He lives in Loen, so he will leave traces."

"..." Trissy's words left Klein completely numb.

"Fine, I will give the order to use the power of the Loen authorities, but you had better not have any expectations." Klein responded coldly.

It would probably never be found...

Trissy's expression was somewhat ugly, but she said nothing more.

"There is one more; find him, I want to kill him!"

Klein's eyes lit up. As long as it isn't related to him, I will definitely help you find him!

The water ripples on the Magic Mirror shifted, revealing a figure Klein was very familiar with.

A very familiar person, wearing white priestly robes, with a gentle smile at the corners of his mouth, holding a Dream Scripture.

Klein:...

"John Constantine?!" Klein felt he had fallen into a bizarre situation.

"I know you once attacked him with Herwin Rambis, and now your Augustus Family must also want to kill him very much. This person, I will help you kill him for free!"

Trissy appeared on the Magic Mirror again, her eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"..." Klein was silent; this was truly a disaster!

"He offended you?" Klein probed, "You should be very clear about who he is, so I need to confirm your attitude toward him."

"He deceived me and made me go to the Southern Continent!" Trissy gritted her teeth.

"Not enough!" Klein said coldly, "This bit of grievance is not enough for me to get involved."

"Hunting down an Archbishop of the Dream Sect must be foolproof!"

"..." Trissy looked at Klein, wishing she could do something, and only after a long while did she say, "I was captured by the Witch Sect."

Good thing! But you...

"..." It was just very obvious that Trissy had no interest in continuing.

"I will pay attention." Klein directly cut off the connection to the Magic Mirror.

"Trissy was captured by the Witch Sect..."

"Some major event must have happened here, otherwise, the current Trissy wouldn't possess such great power within the Witch Sect..."

"Perhaps it has to do with the 'Primordial Witch'!" Klein's imagination ran wild, and he had some guesses.

That "Primordial Witch," who once displayed the power of a True God and whom the Witch Sect has worshipped for a thousand years, could certainly accomplish such a thing.

And that Sapphire Ring on Trissy was too bizarre.

"No!" Klein suddenly panicked a little, "Why is my situation becoming more and more dangerous! I really haven't done anything!"

For a moment, Klein actually felt a bit aggrieved.

"Why do I encounter such bizarre problems?" Klein really couldn't figure it out, so he could only put away the Magic Mirror and go to the Loen Royal Palace to meet George III.

On the surface, he was there to report on the assassination of Duke Negan.

"This time, you did very well." George III was very satisfied.

"The Witch Sect seems a bit out of control." Klein intentionally brought this up.

"They..." George III was clearly also somewhat hesitant, "No need to worry about it, it's just a transaction."

"Yes!" Klein lowered his head.

Tap, tap... George III tapped his fingers on the table, his gaze drifting, and Klein felt nervous involuntarily; the person before him was an Angel.

Of course, one very important reason was that when George III tapped the table, a certain domain covered the entire palace.

That was the domain of a "Balancer"; Klein's "everything" was now under the surveillance of this Angel, and no small movement could escape His eyes.

"Next, you may need to do a few more things." George III's gaze landed on Klein.

"It is my honor!" Klein suddenly became a bit excited, and this wasn't all faked; after all, only by entering the core layer would Klein have the qualifications to come into contact with the final secret and complete the mission of the "Hidden Angel."

"Secretly investigate the industries of the Storm Church in various places, collect..." George III's voice made Klein's body stiffen, and this wasn't faked either.

"Storm Church?!" Klein's voice was somewhat dazed; he had not expected this kind of development.

"Yes." George III's voice was as cold and lofty as a god's. He stared at Qunas Colger and said, "What? Is there a problem?"

There is a huge problem! The Storm Church is the noble faith established by your Augustus Family!

"No problem!" Klein displayed a loyalty that was death-defying and righteous.