Chapter 453: Beginning (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Sun Church.

Church, Inquisition Headquarters.

Wakefield is carefully reviewing a file.

"Lord Fanier's guest list... why is a small merchant mixed in among them?"

An expression of interest appears in his hawk-like eyes: "Even if one were to encounter a noble by chance, the possibility of being invited is far too small... Para Love Toman, who exactly are you?"

Wakefield is an Inquisitor in the Inquisition, and even the youngest one at that.

Being promoted to work at the Inquisition Headquarters is, on one hand, due to his diligent and responsible work, and on the other, due to his powerful background—he is a descendant of a Viscount who pledged allegiance to the Church.

Aaron returns to his room, closes the door, and his expression is calm.

'The sign of the Great War beginning...'

Adelbert roared back.

Bang bang!

"Mr. Toman, you shouldn't go out lately. I heard on the radio that the public security in Plymouth is very chaotic recently..."

'This is also telling me... They are ready, are they going to start the war?'

Everyone who has met him is certain that he will have a promising future.

After opening the door, Aaron sees the Remingtons in the living room and cannot help but smile and greet them: "Good day, you two."

Adelbert strides in: "Monks... the moment to verify and test your faith has arrived."

The influence from Spirituality, combined with long-term faith, means that even if these heretics are sent to die, they cannot resist!

He quickly types an investigation request letter on a typewriter and hands it to a young lady nearby: "Deliver this to the Police Headquarters, request all information on this person for me!"

The lady wearing a nun's habit has tenderness in her eyes; she holds the document, bows, and quickly retreats.

Wakefield continues to write and draw on the paper: "This high-end restaurant has encountered several incidents before and passed through them easily, showing that it is protected by powerful forces... I know, it must have a connection to the Suppression Bureau."

On the street ahead, several gunshots suddenly ring out again.

Feeling his superior's determination, Wakefield quickly stands at attention and shouts.

'It should be an Extraordinary of the Sixth Primordial Substance level making a move, right?'

Countless glass and concrete fragments splatter, smashing against the carriage windows and making a teeth-grinding sound.

'The "Lucky Accident" I bless myself with every day doesn't seem to have much effect...'

The carriage continues forward.

Aaron also follows along with what Remington Tai Tai said.

"Those Police Commissioners, Deputy Commissioners, Assistant Commissioners... they should all resign. What have they turned Plymouth into?" Mr. Remington says angrily.

"No, it's just that the case I have on hand might be very serious. It involves a suspicious person named Para Love Toman, and it is related to the Suppression Bureau... I suspect he is a spy for the Emperor!" Wakefield reports quickly, trying hard to persuade his superior to let him continue with this case.

Wakefield puffs out his chest and shouts.

"I understand... but..."

"The Emperor has secretly cultivated a group of Secret Extraordinaries as a private armed force; this is something we have been investigating, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

Aaron thinks with some melancholy: 'And once the Mortal World is set in motion, the Spirit World will inevitably be set in motion simultaneously. This is the promise the "Keeper of Secrets" gave me... Hmm, if He hasn't clashed with "Dawn" first, I will never make a move.'

"Understood!"

For these past few days, he has been hiring carriages to patrol other parts of Plymouth, silently making some arrangements, which can also be considered preparation for the coming Great War.

After Adelbert gives the order to disperse, he looks at the deductions on the table, still somewhat reluctant. Clutching the folder, he catches up to Adelbert's pace: "Your Excellency, Chief Inquisitor!"

At this moment, the office suddenly becomes silent.

'Seems to be a low-level Extraordinary of the "Red"... It looks like he has been significantly affected.'

'In fact, one cannot blame them... When the Sages have such thoughts, what can mortals do?'

Otherwise, he would have to bear the repair costs for the carriage's damage himself, and his family might go hungry.

Aaron watches this scene and says silently in his heart.

"There are no 'buts'. This is the order from the Crown, the Pope... Catch the "Feathered Serpent"! Catch the "Feathered Serpent"! Catch the "Feathered Serpent"! He is the top priority!"

Wakefield says, holding onto his last hope.

Today, he finally digested the last of the "Alchemist" legacy and can ascend to the Sixth Primordial Substance at any time.

"Yes, in normal times I would let you do your best, but now... the situation is different. The Pope has already reconciled with the Emperor; even if we caught this Para, we could not put him on trial if he truly is the Emperor's spy." Adelbert's expression is solemn: "You are an excellent Inquisitor; use your abilities in a more appropriate place, do you understand?"

Aaron takes the carriage back to the Green George District and pays for the repair of the window, causing the carriage driver to be extremely grateful and sigh that he had met a kind-hearted gentleman.

A blood-red monster, as if formed after a human shed its skin, is about to break out of the encirclement.

The Ninth Sephira—【Imprint】 can influence middle and low sequences, let alone the Sages.

Then, he ran into this street-bombing incident.

Boom!

In front of the carriage, an explosion rings out.

These people are cannon fodder among cannon fodder, fireworks before the prelude to the Great War.

"Praise the Sun!"

Bang!

A tall figure in full Colonized Armor descends from the sky, presses down on its head, and crushes the monster directly into the ground, turning it into a puddle of meat paste.

"Lift the alert!"

"Anthem Restaurant..."

"A group of Extraordinary from the Evil Domain have infiltrated Plymouth and are wantonly committing massacres... Go track them, hunt them, and burn them to death!"

Adelbert's voice was hoarse and carried a hint of gravity: "All leave is cancelled, everyone is to be on duty... Furthermore, pay special attention to any news regarding the S-rank wanted criminal—'Feathered Serpent'! Aside from that, all other work at hand can be stopped. Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

"Yes, the most recent murder happened just a street away... I almost thought I was living in a city in the colonies."

The Colonizer said coldly, and immediately patrol officers came over to clean up the scene.

Aaron looked at the half-broken carriage window and grumbled inwardly.

"Do you still have objections?" Adelbert looked at this subordinate, whom he usually favored greatly, and frowned.

"Para... who are you? Are you a secret agent of the Emperor? Why did you infiltrate a ball attended by the princess?"

Remington Tai Tai said worriedly, her enthusiasm impossible to find fault with.

Wakefield immediately dropped everything he was doing and, along with the others, made a gesture: "Praise the sun!"

Just as Aaron was pondering, at the Imperial Railway Station.

A handsome man, holding a pure white Persian cat, passed through security, walked out of the platform, and looked at the endless stream of people, a crazed expression appearing on his face: "All just small-time antics by small-time characters... Let me, Sanu, detonate it all!"

(End of chapter)