Chapter 145 "The Sun"'s Worries

In the luxurious carriage that left Earl Hall's house.

Luke was chatting with Mrs. Mary about the distinguished guests just now, such as the chairman of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee, the director of the National Weather Service, Sir Des Shaw, the member of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee, the president of the Royal Meteorological Society, the member of the House of Commons, Kay Mr. Husband, such as Jianhai County Medical and Health Director, famous doctor, Mr. Hawksley.

They are all figures with extensive influence in the government, the royal family, or the House of Representatives. The final report of this committee will become the most important basis for the scheduled "Anti-Pollution Act" and "Smoke Emissions Reduction Act."

Coim, which specializes in anthracite and charcoal, is trying to push and speed up this progress, before those old but huge competitors have time to switch.

"They will definitely not be stingy with gold pounds, and they will definitely lobby those heavyweight congressmen to interfere with our investigation. We must have a clear response plan. Just as Mr. Hibbert Hall said, we must control public opinion , Let newspapers and magazines repeatedly publicize the horror of smoke pollution..." Luke is a senior manager of Coym, an important assistant to the major shareholder Mary who controls the company, and he himself is quite capable.

While chatting, Luke suddenly noticed that his wife was sitting beside him without saying a word, as if he had lost his soul.

"Starling, what happened?" Luke asked with concern.

Starling came back to her senses, squeezed out a smile and said:

"It's nothing, just a little tired."

"Yeah, after meeting so many big people, your spirit must have been highly tense, and now you can finally relax. It's normal to be tired. In fact, I am the same too." Luke smiled and said.

Starling didn't respond to him, but stared out the window in a daze, at the park with the lake.

In her ears, the casual words of the noble girl from before echoed faintly:

"450 pounds."

"A well-trained hunting dog costs between £450 and £700."

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City of Silver, at the bottom of the round tower.

Derrick Berg has been trapped in a small room, eating and taking medicine on time, his mental state has improved rapidly, and auditory hallucinations and visual hallucinations no longer appear.

Another day or two,

I should be able to go out... Always staying in such an environment, I really feel panicked... The former exploration team leader next door, who has been imprisoned for a full 42 years, is still sober and rational. I must have gone crazy... However, the explorations and strange monsters he told are very attractive, even a little scary... Derrick sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the candle that had burned to the end.

He will be in true darkness until the next round of food and potions is delivered by the caretaker.

At this moment, gray mist suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and the deep voice of "The Fool" sounded in his ears:

"Get ready for the party."

Such a change was fleeting, Derrick withdrew his attention and subconsciously counted his heartbeats silently.

However, he soon discovered that this was unnecessary, because his current state belonged to being alone, and he did not need to avoid other people.

Derrick, who no longer counted heartbeats silently, quickly thought of a question:

That is, I am within the seal range of the magical item at the bottom of the round tower. Will Mister Fool's subsequent actions of pulling people into the gray mist be discovered and noticed?

This was one of the two mystical items that kept the City of Silver from being completely destroyed during several crises!

Amidst the anxiety and uneasiness, Derrick, who has never been able to make a decision, saw boundless crimson light gushing out of the void, saw that they were just a gallop, and drowned himself.

The small, closed room was quiet, and even the sound of breathing was extremely weak.

Suddenly, the metal wall separating Derrick and the ex-exploration team leader made a light "beep".

This is the code for the two to seek to chat with each other.

"True!"

The other side bent his fingers and tapped again.

After that, the third move that was supposed to follow soon did not appear for a long time.

After a while, the voice of "du" hesitated again, and then, the two rooms fell into silence, and there was no more movement.

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After finishing the lunch meeting, Audrey practiced the piano and returned to her bedroom according to the time.

When passing by her father Earl Hall's study, she saw the door half closed and a thick stack of documents on the table.

"I didn't have it before..." Audrey became curious, slowed down, and winked at Susie, the golden retriever dog.

Susie, who has become a "spectator", often only needs a small hint to understand what the master wants her to do. Of course, she occasionally pretends not to understand, and is only willing to lie still.

Susie, who received the signal, trotted silently, slipped into the study, stretched out her two front legs, propped herself on the edge of the table, and stood upright.

It quickly glanced at the front page of the stack of files, returned to Audrey, and said in a low voice:

"Survey of the Living Conditions of All Classes in the East End, Docklands and Factory Districts."

"Audrey, what does this mean?"

A survey on the living conditions of all strata in the East End, Docklands and Factory Districts? Why did Dad suddenly do this survey? I remember that I never mentioned anything similar to him... Audrey was puzzled for a while, and didn't bother to answer Susie's question.

She looked around and saw that the servants were all in their respective positions, but she didn't pay special attention to herself, so she raised her head slightly, turned around calmly and entered Earl Hall's study.

Coming to the desk, Audrey looked down at the investigation report, and found that the title was indeed consistent with Susie's description.

Well, it is a document typed out by a typewriter. The investigator is a reporter named Mike Joseph, and there is a sacred emblem of the goddess below... Was this done by the commissioner of the Church of the Goddess? But why give Dad a copy? Well, Dad is a believer of the Goddess, the church wants him to give some support in this matter? This is a good thing... Audrey made a preliminary judgment.

She originally had the idea of ​​asking someone to do a similar investigation, but she felt that this was not in line with her secret guidance, and it would be easy to show her presence and would no longer be ignored by other nobles, so she hesitated to try it.

Audrey reached out and flipped through the documents, and found that the report on the East District, the Docklands and the Factory District was not the only one made by Mike Joseph, and many people made on-the-spot investigations from different angles.

Several of them even mentioned the spread of cults, and the collusion between some Extraordinary and gangsters.

Phew... Audrey glanced at the wall clock in the study, seeing that it was almost three o'clock, so she gave up on reading carefully and restored the document to its original state.

Before going out, she randomly picked up a book and disguised it as the purpose of coming in.

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At three o'clock, while the sound of the wall clock was still echoing, Audrey had already appeared in the majestic and majestic palace in the crimson illusory light, at the side of the ancient long table.

She sketched a smile, stood up and saluted the Supreme Leader:

"Good afternoon, Mister Fool~"

After receiving a slight nod in response, she greeted "The Hanged Man", "The World", "Magician" and others respectively, and keenly noticed that "Sun" seemed a little uneasy.

"What are you worried about?" Audrey asked out loud.

This made Klein, who also saw that the little "sun" was not in the right state, no longer needed to speak up.

After entering this mysterious space ahead of time, he tidied up the items placed on the table, threw Azik's copper whistle, biotoxin bottle, and Lingjiao's copper whistle into the corner, and completely covered it with a thick gray mist.

Now, there is only a "Dark Emperor" card on the table in front of him.

This is an item that is enough to match the status of "The Fool"!

Derrick the "Sun" didn't hide anything, and immediately told the story of himself successfully "faking sickness" and being sent to the bottom of the round tower for isolation and treatment, and finally asked:

"Dear Mister Fool, will that magical item discover that I am participating in the Tarot Society?"

How do I know... I don't even know what it is... However, there is no strange or powerful force trying to invade... Well, even the "Eternal Blazing Sun" and the "True Creator" couldn't find it here... …Klein tapped the edge of the long bronze table with his finger, and replied "relaxedly":

"Normally, it can't find it."

"But some magical items have strange effects."

Seeing Mister Fool's affirmative answer, Derrick was relieved a lot, he hummed and said:

"I don't know what special effect it has."

"This is one of the top secrets in the City of Silver."

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered what the former captain of the exploration team said, and blurted out:

"Have you ever heard of Amon?"

Amon? After a little thought, Klein remembered the source of the familiarity.

But he didn't answer in a hurry, but turned his attention to "The Hanged Man". He knew very well that this middle-level member of the Church of Storms also knew "Amon", and he might know more than himself. Similarly, "Justice Audrey also looked at "The Hanged Man". The last time she heard about this name, it was from him.

"Magician" Fors listened blankly, always feeling that the things discussed here were beyond the scope of her own knowledge.

"The Hanged Man" Alger frowned, and asked in confusion:

"During your exploration of the surrounding area in the City of Silver, did you meet a man who called himself Amon?"

"Or, have you found similar records?"

Derrick the Sun nodded seriously and said:

"Yes, forty-two years ago, an exploration team encountered a man who claimed to be Amon in the depths of the darkness. After returning to the City of Silver, they went crazy and out of control one after another. Only one remained, locked at the bottom of the round tower , right there, right next door to me."

"Maybe, he's crazy too, that's just a conjecture..." "Magician" Fors put forward a guess based on her rich experience in writing novels.

"The Hanged Man" Alger glanced at the top Mr. "Fool", saw that he was calm and indifferent, and did not make any gestures, so he boldly said:

"Imagination is a possibility, but the name 'Amon' won't come up without a reason."

He looked sideways at The Sun and said:

"In the Fourth Epoch, uh, 1,500 years ago in our country, or even longer ago, there used to be such a family with a strange power. They belonged to the Tudor Dynasty, and their surname was Amon."

"Even in that era when there were many high-sequence powerhouses, this family's surname was still a taboo."

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