Chapter 158:Bell

Multiple balls of fire floated in an abandoned office.

They moved gently like fireflies illuminating the dark room...

Sitting on top of the old desk, Adryan watched this scene calmly.

He was now in the abandoned ceramics factory.

He was using this factory as a kind of hideout.

There were various traps throughout this place, inside and out, whose sole purpose was to keep away any bums who might want to enter when he was here.

When he wasn't here he deactivated these traps.

He just used it to attend the Tarot Club and other things.

Attending the meeting in his room was very dangerous, if someone entered when he was not in his body he could not do anything to defend himself.

He couldn't place all the traps he wanted to attend comfortably and without worrying about someone attacking him.

And the traps he had set up in his room wouldn't be able to help him if the person who entered was determined to kill him.

That is why he decided to use this factory.

He could prepare all the traps he wanted and attend calmly.

Sighing, Adryan snapped his fingers and the fireballs went out, returning the office to its darkness.

'Every two to four days I will be giving information to Klein so that he pays attention to certain details around him...'

He would wait for the right moment to give the key information to Klein.

If he did this right, he wouldn't have to lift a single muscle against the Useless Writer!

Klein would take care of playing against him, without even knowing that he is playing!

A sharp smile grew on the redhead's face.

'Don't worry Klein~ You won't have to worry about looking for evidence... Because it will come to you!'

Klein will get all the evidence he needs when he kills Sirius Arapis!

This guy is a member of the Aurora Order and one of the people who help make the ritual possible!

When Klein killed him and searched his body, he found several letters that talked about various things.

One of the most important was a large-scale human sacrifice using Tingen!

When Klein read this letter he had not given it the importance it deserved due to the lack of information and also because he thought he had already stopped this ritual from happening by killing Sirius.

And it was not only Klein but the Nighthawk Captain Dunn that thought the same thing...

They were wrong.

The ritual was completed a long time ago and the result of it was growing, stronger every day inside a woman's womb.

Unfortunately due to this huge mistake, both of them died saving Tingen from what was born from the ritual...

But now with the information he had given Klein, he would make sure the Nighthawks took this seriously.

'If Klein manages to convince Dunn that this is cause for alarm, reinforcements may be called in and the Useless Writer will find himself in a very difficult situation...'

'When this happens and the Church is informed, he knows that it will be impossible to use 0-08 so that it is ignored since this would alert the Church even more and they would send stronger people... If he is not careful, an Angel could arrive...'

'So he will have to accept that reinforcements have to arrive and complicate his plan, but he will undoubtedly make the reinforcements a small team by making the request not so urgent with the help of 0-08... Maybe it will be Cesimir and his team...'

Crestet Cesimir, one of the nine high-ranking deacons of the Church of the Evernight Goddess...

One of the three powerhouses of the Red Gloves...

A.K.A The Goddess's Sword!

It would be ridiculous for the reinforcement to deal with a large-scale sacrifice to an Evil God to be weak!

That would be an unreasonable development!

The Useless Writer would know this and would have no choice but to accept a demigod entering the board.

With just a little bit of information, he had balanced the Black King's side a bit more!

But this would not be enough...

Raising a hand to his chin, Adryan thought more deeply about his next move.

'0-08 is too powerful, he will make sure that Cesimir and his team are far away when he attacks...'

'I also can't deny the possibility that he will try to hide Megose at all costs...'

Adryan shook his head.

'No...100 percent he will hide Megose at the slightest sign of danger...He will not only hide her but he will make sure that someone protects her until the day of the attack...He won't do it himself, he's too much of a coward for that and wouldn't risk his presence being discovered...'

'No... he would use a third party for this...'

Adryan's eyes narrowed.

'Aurora Order... He will use the Aurora Order to protect this woman until everything is ready!'

The Useless Writer had already used this organization once to create that thing. What prevented him from using it again to protect it?

Besides, who would protect her so fiercely if not them?

It was the child of their God after all...

Adryan's eyes narrowed even more.

'Involving the Aurora Order would be the smart thing to do to counter whatever team is sent but is also very risky...'

Getting more pieces onto the board would only make it more difficult to control.

'I can't deny the probability that he has a trick up his sleeve...'

Adryan wasn't sure what that ace could be, the only thing he was sure of was that it had to exist.

The Useless Writer had been preparing for this for too long, it would be ridiculous if he didn't have at least one!

There was also his strongest weapon, one that Adryan was very familiar with from his abilities and capabilities...

'If he doesn't have a trick up his sleeve it's because 0-08 is that trick!'

'As long as the useless writer has 0-08 on his hands, anything can happen...'

Sighing, Adryan got up from the desk.

Just as he was putting his mask on, the temperature in the room dropped and a chill ran up his spine.

"Finally..." the redhead sighed as he tapped his palm twice with his finger.

The familiar door of bones formed quickly, when the skull of that giant bird joined, it opened and Chicho came out.

"Good afternoon Chicho" Adryan said in Elvish with a small smile.

"Good...afternoon..." Chicho greeted with her thick accent and a hard nod.

She then extended something to him.

"From an old man..." she said as Adryan took it and looked at it with a smile.

It was a bell made of old black metal, with various details in the shape of bones and spirals throughout its body. All these spirals and bones of different animals were connected in the skull of a bird that was detailed in the body of the bell.

It was identical to the summoning bell from Bloodborne and it had details in the style of Adryan Kenway!

This was what he had ordered at the party of the Detective the last week!

'Now I no longer have to make an altar every time I want to send a letter!' the redhead thought satisfied as he looked at Chicho with a smile.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out an almond chocolate bar.

"Thanks again Chicho" he said as he extended the bar to Chicho who took it nodding slightly.

She unwrapped the bar and began to eat it as she disappeared into her bony door.

'It seems the almond one is her favorite...' Adryan thought.

He had seen how the giant's gray eyes lit up when she saw what the bar was.

Putting that aside, he lowered his head and looked at the bell with a smile.

He put the bell in a larger pocket of his jacket and opened the letter that came with it.

_ Thank you for hiring our service_

Hey Mr. Unknown!

It's been a while since you last asked for something, I was worried that you died or worse! That you have already found another Craftsman and replaced me!

**

The corners of Adryan's mouth twitched.

'You say that like we have something...'

**

I'm glad that's not the case and I'm still your only Craftsman!

I hope you like the artifact I made for you last time!

I thought the next time you contacted me it would be to make you another artifact but I was wrong.

You know, it's not the first time that I've been asked to do something to contact a messenger but it's certainly the first time that someone is so specific with what they want.

The normal thing is that it is something simple, a whistle for example.

But you asked me for a bell! and not only that but you also specified the details that it had to have!

You are very interesting you know?

The way it works is simple, send some spirituality and shake it.

It'll last you 2 years so I hope we'll still be friends when it's turn to replace it...

We are friends, right?

I hope you don't mind if I write you the odd letter.

Don't worry! I will not write to you about mundane things, but about jobs that may interest you and favors that I would like to ask you.

Again don't worry! You will have a good pay.

Also, don't worry about the price. You can consider me having the incantation for your messenger the payment~

If you need me to do something for you, all you have to do is send me a letter~

PS: Your messenger is also very interesting, I get why you asked to put all those details~

__The Craftsman __

Adryan had a weird expression.

"What the fuck is this?" he mumbled confused.

The personality of this grandfather confused him more and more.

'Are you so lonely that as soon as someone texts you twice, you already consider them your friend?'

'Life in the Church of the God of Machinery and Steam must be sad and depressing!'

Adryan knew well that a Craftsman not from this church was very rare.

So he was sure that this grandfather was part of it.

But it seems his faith isn't very strong considering he's accepting custom jobs from wild beyonders and selling them artifacts!

'I don't know how the measures of that church work but it is very likely that if someone knew what you are doing the minimum punishment would be death.'

Thinking about that an idea came to his head that made a sharp smile grow on his face.

'In other words...Revealing this guy would also mean a juicy reward~'

Thinking so, Adryan let out a soft laugh while shaking his head.

If he wanted to do that, he would have done it a long time ago.

He had the contacts to do it.

But it didn't for a very simple reason.

If I did and lost this guy.

Who would make his artifacts?

With that thought he crumpled the letter into a ball which he then burned.

'Besides those jobs and favors might be interesting~'

Shaking his head in amusement, he left the office and the factory.

He still had several things to do.

Today was Monday, July 30, 1349.

In 15 days it would be the mission of the snake.

He had to prepare himself for whatever the Diabetic Snake would throw at him.