Chapter 162 Guess (2900 Plus)

Suburbs of Greenwood, in Santa Maria Sanatorium.

On the edge of the calm lake, with a parasol.

Nicholas Inam was lying on the soft chair, looking at the scenery not far away. If he had one more cigarette and cigar in his hand, it would be filled with some kind of decadence after passion.

Although he "recovered" long ago, he was advised by the Bureau of Investigation that he still needed to be observed in the nursing home for a period of time.

Nicholas accepted this, he looked at the mirror-like lake water, picked up a cup of South Indonesian black tea from the tea table next to him, and took a sip.

"Priest Inam!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes, tall and thin, with strong religious temperament, came over.

He was wearing a priest's robe, with the holy emblem of the sun, moon and star on his chest.

"I'm Resno Hamm from Pulmouth, you can call me Resno, the clerk to the Pope!"

"Hello, Resno."

Nicholas stood up and his expression became solemn: "What instructions does the Apostle have?"

Resno's expression also became serious, and he said solemnly: "I have brought the appointment documents, you have been appointed as the acting bishop of this diocese, the faith in this area has been severely impacted, and you must rebuild the people's trust in the Holy Spirit. , um, and the church!"

"Green Forest Cathedral?" Nicholas frowned, thinking back there, he still had some bad memories.

"No, it's St. Avalon Cathedral!"

Resno answered with a smile.

"And... what about Roberts?" Nicholas asked the question he cared about the most. Now that he is appointed, he may be able to go out.

At the same time, he felt a little strange.

After all, according to the usual methods of the Bureau of Investigation, even if he thinks he is fine, his memory will be erased.

But none of this happened!

It may be that the scavengers can only clear short-term memory, or they may be under pressure from the top.

"Since you have seen the true form of Roberts, then I don't have to hide from you, yes, there is a hidden world outside the real world. Those with supernatural powers are called 'Extraordinary', Here is the relevant information, you can take a look..."

Resno smiled and handed Nicholas a document, which contained some common sense introductions about the mysterious world, focusing on the existence of the Bureau of Investigation.

Nicholas flipped through the pages quickly, with a look of shock on his face: "So that's the case... According to the regulations of the Bureau of Investigation, will my memory be erased when I leave the hospital?"

"No! Because you are the acting bishop, and with the Pope's guarantee, you can barely have the right to know."

Resno smiled and said, "Those big nobles, those members of parliament, of course the royal family, and those who must have access to secrets, they only need to abide by the non-disclosure agreement and do not need to be erased... In addition, the Bureau of Investigation has some methods... Um... rough, performing surgery on the mind is very likely to leave sequelae..."

He was implying that the Pope's appointment represented a great gift to Nicholas.

"Thank you for the protection of the Holy Spirit, thank you His Majesty!"

Nicholas bowed immediately.

He felt that this clerk was very unusual, and should have a position in the mysterious world, and it was very likely that he was also a Beyonder!

When the other party mentioned the Bureau of Investigation, the sense of randomness was not disguised.

"And... about Roberts' possible revenge, don't worry, he's dead," Resno continued.

"died?"

Nicholas did not hide his shock: "What happened?"

"Yesterday, the Bureau of Investigation received intelligence, confirmed Roberts' location, and carried out a raid, but it was unsuccessful... It has now been confirmed that he has a connection with the Bone Worship Society, but both Roberts and the Bone Worship Society's president, Speight, have escaped the siege..."

Resno's smile seemed a bit sarcastic: "Then, the pursuers found the melted remains of Roberts in a small alley, confirming that the fallen archbishop was dead... The murderer is unknown! But it must also be an inhuman existence! Okay Now, you don't need to know so much, get ready, you can leave the hospital. We still have a lot to do."

Nicholas returned to his room with a little confusion, opened the box, and prepared to pack his clothes.

At this time, he saw the mottled sunlight falling, forming a line of writing in front of him.

——【Investigate the truth about Roberts’ death! 】

After he saw it clearly, the line of writing quickly dissipated and returned to a fine spot of light.

This is the task of the forces behind him - the Sunset School!

Nicholas took a deep breath, stuffed the last personal item into the box, and walked out of the room.

...

Golden Rose Street, 33.

"Oh, Aaron, you must not know the truth about the waterworks!"

In the study, Bruce Field, who came to visit, couldn't wait to speak after Sylvia went out.

He looked at the closed door and lowered his voice: "My teacher said that Roberts may have been shot dead!"

‘Then did your teacher tell you that you need to keep a low profile now? ’

Aaron rubbed his temples and his expression gradually became solemn: "The strength of the Bureau of Investigation is really amazing... However, since Roberts has been sanctioned, the high pressure of the Bureau of Investigation will soon disappear... Maybe, it will be restored soon. The way it was before."

"Great, I've been short of materials to study mysticism, and I still can't find a place to buy it..."

Bruce was excited, and then his expression became a little expectant: "You said...about Roberts, will the so-called 'secret history mark' form? If possible...I would like to try it."

'It's half possible, but do you want to be covered in worms? ’

Aaron complained in his heart and sent Bruce away.

Immediately, he sat behind the desk and opened the drawer.

A drawer full of precious materials, each blooming with splendid brilliance.

"Well... Roberts's legacy is put away first, and I will try to create it after I become a 'caster'... Three Sisui Power Pollutants are quite a good trump card..."

"Besides, the remnants of the 'beast', as well as some spiritual materials of 'Yao', and various bullets... are quite useful."

"Extraordinary people are valuable whether they live or die, although this is a little uncomfortable..."

Aaron recalled Roberts' words. At that time, he was close to madness and was polluted by the power of Si Sui, but it may also touch some truths!

"A low-level Extraordinary is a pig raised by a high-level Extraordinary of the same path? Whether the ceremony lacks materials or lacks spirituality, can one kill one for meat?"

"Well, those low-level Beyonders are more active than pigs, and they will go to find materials for promotion on their own, and pile up their spirituality more abundantly..."

"And at the top of all Beyonders, is the twelve Sisui and everyone's secret existence..."

"This mysterious system, if there is no backer and trump card, I am afraid it will end badly, it is simply a dead end... It is just a matter of time."

Aaron understood this deeply, but was not panicked.

'Because I'm not a raised pig, not even a successor, but a hidden director who never showed up, no! Chairman! Does the chairman understand? Only I harvest others, no one else harvests my share! ’