Lord of the Mysteries

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After reading the traces printed on the paper, Pacheco turned his head and said to Button next to him:

 

“The next thing will be quite complicated, I will seek the help of the police.

 

“And you, you can go back to Foundation and wait for follow-up enquiries.”

 

Barton staring at the paper heard this sentence, not only did he not be disappointed, but for a while he was glad, nodded and said quickly:

 

“Okay.”

 

After reading the traces of Vernal’s legacy, Button’s intuition told him that things would be very dangerous.

 

As an ordinary person, avoiding danger is an instinctive choice.

 

Of course, this is also because Vernal can only be regarded as his ordinary friend, and it is not worth his risk to blend in this matter.

 

After the response was completed, Button immediately turned around, walked between the hotel boss and the waiter, and came to the street.

 

At this time, he did not choose public transportation and got on a rented carriage.

 

Barton ’s outing this time is a special matter, which is more urgent, and the deputy head of the “Compliance Department” testifies, so he can reimburse the expenses in this regard.

 

Spending Foundation’s money and using oneself’s salary are completely different feelings.

 

On the way, Patton looked at the scenery outside the window, unable to bear to think about Vernal ’s current state:

 

“Is he still alive?

 

“So strong bloody smell in the room …

 

“I hope he is still alive, may the Lord bless him.

 

“If he were still alive, where would he be now?

 

“Where …

 

“Will it?”

 

“This!”

 

Suddenly thinking of a call, Patton suddenly thought of a possibility, and he asked the driver to change his route to the block where he was.

 

It didn’t take long for him to return home.

 

“What happened?” Button’s wife greeted him with a look of surprise.

 

At this time there is still a short time before lunch, let alone get off work.

 

Barton did n’t take off his hat, did n’t take off his coat, did n’t answer the question, blunt asked:

 

“Have Vernal been here?”

 

“He came to visit you in a quarter of an hour, I let him wait in the study, and sent Wells to the Foundation to find you.” Button’s wife faithfully replied.

 

Wells is the male servant of their family, and it is clear that a quarter of an hour is not enough for him to reach the “Ruen Antiques’ Collection and Protection Foundation”.

 

This is the most surprising part of Button’s wife.

 

“en.” Barton seriously nodded, hurried through the living room, up to the second floor, and entered the study.

 

Inside the study room, the windows were wide open, the curtains were lightly shaken and empty.

 

“Fernal?” Button exclaimed, but no one responded.

 

He jumped out of the window … Barton frowned and looked around seriously, and found that the books placed on the oneself shelf had a disordered order.

 

It is a series of books on history, divided into high, middle and low volumes.

 

Button’s habit is to arrange from right to left, and now they have become left to right.

 

He silently took a deep breath, walked over quickly, and pulled out the three books.

 

After a careful inspection, Button found that one page in the middle book had been folded.

 

He quickly turned to that page and opened the corner.

 

A scribble is written in pencil above:

 

“The remnants of the fourth era worship Evil God.”

 

Hiss … Barton was panicked and horrified again, slamming the book back in his hand.

 

Without much thought, he deng deng deng rushed out of the study and ran to the stairs, preparing to find Pacheco, the deputy director of the Compliance Department, to tell him about oneself’s findings, and asked him to find the police to protect oneself’s family.

 

Barton only slowed down when he was out of the house, considering a very important issue:

 

Where to find Pacheco?

 

The Clough Hotel, Stoen Police Headquarters, or Foundation?

 

After a short period of thinking, Button decided to go back to Foundation and find other employees in the “Compliance Department”.

 

At this time, a rented carriage stopped at his door, and Pacheco Dawn walked down.

 

“We found that Vernal is back at your house.” The deputy head of the “Compliance Department” explained quickly.

 

Patton relaxed, without the slightest hesitation replied:

 

“Yes, but he has already left.

 

“However, he has left some clues.”

 

After that, Barton led Pacheco into oneself ’s house, came to the study, and handed the book to the other party.

 

Pacheco glanced at it, and slid a finger on the surface of the line of text.

 

Immediately after, he took out the pencil he had used before and wrote on the side of Huvernal ’s message:

 

“Alarm!”

 

After doing all this, Pacheco put the book back in its original place.

 

However, he did not push the book completely.

 

In this way, the entire row of books produced a bulge outward.

 

“Okay, go back to the Foundation, have lunch, and wait for the good news from the police.” Pacheco clapped his hands and applauded.

 

Barton didn’t quite understand the reason why the senior Lawyer did this, but he didn’t ask why.

 

He really didn’t want to blend in this matter deeply, he felt that oneself could not bear it at all.

 

Barton immediately explained the reasons for his wife, then followed Pacheco back to Foundation and started his daily work.

 

In the afternoon tea time, he just finished an ancient book appraisal and heard a knock on the door.

 

“There is a clue, you need to go to your house.” Pacheco wore a gray scarf and stood by the doorway.

 

“Clue?” Barton got up in surprise.

 

Pacheco didn’t give a positive answer and spread his hand in an inviting gesture.

 

Unable to refuse, Button returned to the house with the other party.

 

“Fernal is here again!” His wife noticed that something was wrong, and greeted the door with horror.

 

“It’s okay, some minor problems.” Patton maintained the image of a man of oneself, comforting his wife.

 

When he came to the study, he and Pacheco discovered that Vernal had escaped early.

 

“Damn it, can’t he wait?” Barton complained to impossible to bear.

 

“It doesn’t matter.” Pacheco walked to the front of the bookshelf and pulled out the book.

 

Obviously, Vernal has read his suggestion because this book is completely stuffed into the shelf.

 

“I probably know where Vernal is.” Pacheco closed his eyes halfway, said with a smile.

 

Button was stunned for a while:

 

“How do you know?”

 

Pacheco eyes opened, smile replied:

 

“He accepted my bribe, no, a gift, or wrong, the most accurate description should be a recommendation.

 

“Of course, he may not necessarily adopt it.”

 

After this, the deputy director of the “Compliance Department” crossed Barton and walked out of the study.

 

Barton subconsciously followed behind him, leaving the area where he was, and turning into a nearby street.

 

At the end of the street, there is a house that collapsed due to fire.

 

“It hasn’t even started to rebuild.” Barton whispered.

 

Pacheco put on white gloves again, his expression slightly more serious.

 

Through the fairly complete main entrance, he entered the interior of the semi-collapsed hall.

 

A piece of burnt black wood fell to the ground, blocking the lower body of one silhouette.

 

The silhouette is wearing a brown jacket with a red nose and looks very strong. It is Archaeologist Vernal.

 

Patton secretly sighed and asked anxiously:

 

“Why do n’t you call the police?”

 

“They monitor the police station.” Vernal’s expression replied unchanged.

 

Barton blurted out and asked again:

 

“Why not leave Stoen and go to the other city to call the police?”

 

“They monitor the steam train station.” Vernal responded with the same tone.

 

Patton thought about it and frowned:

 

“You have many ways to leave Stoen, they cannot block a city.”

 

Hearing this question, Vernal ’s expression gradually became vivid, and the tone said slightly:

 

“I feel the will of great existence …”