Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 37: Sacrifice yourself
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At 10 o'clock in the evening, Beckland began to drizzle again and again, and the light water mist gave the gas street light a hazy beauty.
Isengard Stanton's assistant Bowen toured bottom level in a circle and walked to the convex belly window, preparing to close the last window.
At this moment, a dark shadow jumped in and landed firmly on the protruding wall.
This is actually a blue short-haired stray cat!
Bowling seeing the other person ’s big, round yellow eyes looking at him, he could not help but chuckled:
"There is no food here."
Because the work of detective is easy to retaliate, and there are many secrets to hide, the chefs and servants at Isengard Stanton ’s house are only part-time workers. They only come for a few hours a day, and they do n’t prepare too many at once. Food, which makes it difficult for them to survive after dinner.
The blue shorthair cat opened its mouth, but did not make the call of meow, but said like a human:
"I am Sherlock Moriarty, I want to see Mr. Isengard Stanton.
Although the "..." blog post is an Extraordinary developed by God of Knowledge and Wisdom church, the sequence itself is not too high, and the knowledge is not too much. This is the first time I have encountered a talking cat. It is inevitable that it will be shocked and lost for a short time.
It took a few seconds for him to recover his sobriety, and recall the words of the blue shorthair cat just now:
It says ... it says it is Sherlock Moriarty?
This great detective is really not easy!
He could turn into a cat, no, control a cat!
This ability is really weird and horrifying!
The blog post calmed down quickly, without answering the blue shorthair cat directly, reaching for the glass window.
After doing all this, he lowered his voice and said:
"Follow me."
The blue short-haired cat immediately jumped off the platform behind the convex belly window, and the tail swiftly walked behind the Bowen side, followed him all the way to second floor, looks at he knocked on the door of the Isengard Stanton bedroom.
"Is there anything?" Isengard, wearing a light striped pajamas, opened the door and asked.
He is enjoying tobacco before bed.
The blog post carefully pointed to the blue shorthair cat crouching beside him:
"Mr. Sherlock Moriarty is looking for you."
The thin Isengard eyebrows of the white temples face lifted slightly, looked down, and took two steps back, allowing the blue shorthair cat to walk into his bedroom.
"You go back to your room to sleep and get up on time tomorrow. We still have cases waiting for investigation." Isengard ordered the blog post as if nothing happened.
When the assistant left, he closed the door, turned his head to look at the blue shorthair cat squatting beside the easy chair, and chuckled:
"I didn't expect you to have this extraordinary ability, and I was worried that you would come directly."
"I noticed the exclamation mark." The blue short-haired cat smiled.
It has to be said that this expression on a cat's face is quite incompatible, and it will make the witness feel a spine with cold sweat hair standing up.
Isengard did not respond to this abnormally, took a smoking pipe, sat on the easy chair, and spit out gas slowly, saying with a smile:
"I believe in your wisdom."
"Thank you for your compliment." The blue short-haired cat politely extended his paw and saluted.
Isengard looked at it, smiling while rubbing the pipe:
"You should already understand what happened.
"Although the group of people did not dare to monitor very strictly, and were afraid of being discovered, tell Church of the Night and Church of Steam, hehe, once they are exposed, there will be no small trouble, but I believe that there must be half God This is both reasoning and the conclusion that some feedback tells me. After all, I have lived in this street for many years.
"So, the entry of human race and animals into my house will not be blocked. You have already thought about it, but when you leave, you will be followed by a trailing dog. Is there any way you can get rid of them? There are not many of them, and taking them out will be very conspicuous.
"Let me think about it, you intend to communicate with me, let me deposit the money into the designated bank account, and then you will find a lot of people, in different places other than Beckland, withdraw in batches and at the same time ? "
At this point, Isengard laughed and laughed:
"This is the best way I can think of, but the operation will be very troublesome."
The blue shorthair cat did not answer positively, and smiled lowly:
"I just need you to lend me an unoccupied room and three candles."
"No problem." Isengard Stanton did not question, but instead said, "The price of this share transfer is 12,000 gold pound, the buyer is Earl Hall's daughter Audrey, um, hire Lawyer and accounting team, advertise total It cost £ 600. In addition, I paid 0.5% stamp duty and 20% Class D income tax, leaving £ 8,940. "
Class D tax refers to income tax on business, finance, and specialized industries.
I still have to pay taxes ... I do n’t have more than two thousand pounds at a time ... the expression of the blue shorthair cat is a bit dull for a moment.
Klein used to be Night Watcher, and the salary did not need to pay personal income tax. Later, it was private detective, and the income was difficult to be regulated, so he never took the initiative to file a tax. Later, he became an adventurer, because the bounty for pirates has a discount and no tax, There is no awareness in this respect, so even if there was a tax issue mentioned in Isengard Stanton last time, he did not care about it, and he did n’t think it would be much. As a result, reality gave him a stick.
As for why the last equity transaction was not taxed, it is because the Ruen government encourages initial investment in inventions and creations and there is a corresponding reduction or exemption.
After a short silence, the beard of the blue short-haired cat moved twice:
"Okay, you give me cash, amount, move to that unmanned room.
"Those cash no problem?"
"I have checked, they will not make small actions in this regard, this is an insult to me IQ." Isengard stood up holding a pipe, "I remember to fill up a signed confirmation transaction afterwards, mail Come here. "
"It's already on the road." The blue short-haired cat responded early.
Isengard then walked to the safe in the master bedroom room, opened it with the password and key, and then pulled out a stack of cash and stuffed them into different briefcases.
He then took these briefcases, left master bedroom, and entered the guest bedroom diagonally opposite.
"You count." Isengard said to the blue short-haired cat who had come down while putting down the briefcases full of cash.
"I believe in you." The blue short-haired cat glanced back.
Isengard nodded and pointed to the cabinet:
"There are candles in it."
After finishing, he retreated to the door, took the handle and said with a smile:
"I'm really curious how you will leave ... I think this will be a wonderful" magic "."
With crack, Isengard Stanton closed the door to make the guest bedroom quiet and deserted again.
The blue shorthair cat quickly appeared in a dark red jacket and an old triangle hat. It was Klein's Secret Puppet and Resentful Soul Senor.
He turned out the candle and quickly arranged a simple altar, omitting all the pre-links, and directly used Elven language to say lowly:
"favored one of the seas and spiritual world, Protector of the Rhosid Archipelago, Controller of the creatures on the seabed, Controller of Tsunamis and Storms, Almighty Kavetun.
"your faithful servant prays for your gaze;
"prays for you to accept his offer;
"I pray for you to open the gate of the country."
The sound of Huo Ran in spirituality wall became intense, and Senor quickly cut the skin of the back of his hand with his nails, throwing a drop of blood.
As Resentful Soul of Sequence Five, everything on him is equal to the material rich in spirituality!
The gust of wind sucked the blood, poured into the candlelight symbolizing "Sea God" Kavetun, and let it swell, turning into an illusory gate full of magic signs and symbols.
After ten or more seconds, the door made a heavy squeaking noise and slowly opened a little bit.
Senor will soon lift up the briefcases containing cash and throw them into the illusory door.
When there is no more left, a gold coin contained in his body flew out and landed on the altar.
The figure of Resentful Soul disappeared, and projected on the smooth part of the gold coin.
The gold coins flickered, followed the briefcase in front, and entered the door of the imaginary sacrifice.
Silently and silently, the mysterious gate closed and all three candlelights returned to normal.
At this time, the blue short-haired cat seemed to recover himself, looking blankly from left to right, making the sound of meow.
after a while, Isengard opened the door and found that all the briefcases containing banknotes were missing, leaving only three candles burning quietly, and only the blue shorthair cat bowed his back alertly.
When he was watching this scene deeply, a van rented carriage drove past slowly at the fork on the other side of the street.
…………
The same night, in a building Chowod District.
Quinn came back home with a sparse drizzle and wiped her hair with a towel while facing Forsi:
"Your letter has been sent."
Forsi un'ed, secretly guessing when the teacher will reply.
At this time, Quinn put down the towel and casually said:
"Mr. X party news came over, it was the same place as before, Friday night."
Good, you can tell Mister World! I don't know how much I need to pay ... Forsi heard my eyes bright.
She has n’t had time to ask for details, Quinn has added herself:
"Mr. X also gave him a task that was said to be very rewarding. Well, tell him who he knew had abnormal luck."
"People with bad luck?" Forsi whispered doubtfully, "Is this gentleman's brain problem? Who would divulge his surroundings at such a party? It's easy for people to discover their true identity."
"Who knows? Maybe it's a lunatic." Quinn didn't know someone with bad luck, so he responded indifferently.
Forsi thought about it for a while, and still did n’t understand the real purpose of this task. He could only throw it behind his head, when he was about to wait for Quinn to take a bath, pray to Mister Fool and pass the corresponding information to Gehrman Sparrow the World.