Sensation

Bishop of the Church of Storms? From the airfield, he should be a sailor who has been drifting out at sea for extended periods of time… The captain of an official private ship?

With her foresight from more than a month of experience on the Future, Jane made a judgment.

However, she didn't pay too much attention to it. She quickly retracted her gaze, got her bearings, and left the harbor.

As for the bishop, he didn't seem to notice her sizing him up, as though she didn't exist at all.

At this moment, Backlund, which had no sun, was once again covered in dark clouds and drizzling.

Out of the harbor, Jane frowned and took out an umbrella from her luggage. Then, she quickly circled to a nearby street, and her body turned corporeal from its previous nearly transparent state.

Then, she stopped a rental carriage and admired the Backlund Street scenery in the drizzle as she headed for the Bravehearts Bar in the Bridge area.

She was still wanted by the Church of the Lord of Storms, so it wasn't suitable for her to visit Ebner openly.

Furthermore, she had agreed to help Nina and Frank buy some materials when she returned, but her understanding of the Backlund Beyonder circle was limited to Maric and Sharron. That was why she came to them first.

It was already eight in the evening by the time they entered the noisy bar. With a Spirit Medium's sensitivity towards the undead, Jane was able to acutely notice several zombies with just a few glances.

Upon seeing this, she didn't head to the bar counter to order some drinks. Instead, she pulled down her hood to reveal her true face. Following that, she circled the boxing ring and prepared to leave. She waited for Miss Sharron or Maric to appear on the carriage outside.

At this moment, the door to the billiard room creaked open. Kaspars, who was wearing a linen shirt, limped out with a newspaper in hand.

His turbid eyes glanced over when he suddenly saw a familiar figure. He subconsciously rubbed his eyes as though he couldn't believe it. Following that, he exhaled and asked,

"Miss, how may I help you?"

"There's no need for that for the time being. I'm only here to meet an old friend," Jane said with a warm smile. She naturally recognized the old man. Back when she had just become a Beyonder, she had entrusted him to call her over to Ebner.

As she spoke, she saw that the newspaper she was holding was News at Sea. On it was a rather eye-catching title:

"Shocking! Admiral Pale killed the kingdom's navy admiral and has a bounty raised to 20,000 pounds! He's officially listed as a pirate admiral!"

Admiral Pale… I heard from Captain that she seems to be an upright and stubborn lady who seldom kills… How did that navy admiral provoke her?

Jane was surprised, but she didn't show it. She just nodded at Kaspars, walked around the crowd, and pushed open the door to leave the Bravehearts Bar.

Kaspars looked at her back and rubbed his temples. He couldn't help but mutter to himself,

That fellow, Ebner, became a famous detective in Backlund in a short period of time. The girls he knows aren't simple either…

"Miss Xio's reputation as an Arbiter is very famous in East Borough, the dock area, and the bridge area. It's said that she's very powerful.

The lady who disguised herself as a man last time even made Maric very afraid…

"As for this Miss Jane, I remember that she was only a weak young lady two months ago… But just now, just a casual look at me made me feel out of breath…"

…

After leaving the house, Jane boarded the rental carriage from before and cast her gaze out the window, waiting for Miss Sharron to appear.

Of course, she had already conveyed her desire to meet through the zombies. She believed that they would respond regardless of their willingness.

Silently, Jane's spiritual perception was triggered as she turned her head to look at the window. On the glass that could reflect the night, a young lady wearing a small black bonnet and a gothic regal dress clearly appeared.

Turning back, Jane saw Miss Sharron sitting opposite her. Her pale blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale face looked no different from before.

"Good evening, Miss Sharron," Jane greeted her. She had received a few days of her education, so she was rather familiar with her.

Sharron bowed in return and said simply,

"I sense danger from you."

So Maric didn't dare to come over to meet? Jane immediately understood what Sharron meant. She vaguely explained, "I had some fortuitous encounters after I went out to sea."

Sharron nodded slightly and didn't ask further. She asked in an illusory voice, "Why did you come?"

"I need the items on this list. It's best if they can be prepared within two days. I can pay an additional ten to twenty percent." Jane didn't beat around the bush as she took out a piece of paper and handed it to Miss Sharron.

Sharron took it and looked at it carefully before saying, "Eight hundred pounds. One hundred pounds is the handling fee… In addition, you have to pay an advance of one hundred pounds."

"Deal!" Without bargaining, Jane handed over the money. After all, this wasn't for her to buy things for herself.

Sharron put away the gold pounds and looked quietly at Jane with her blue eyes. "In two or three months, Maric and I will launch a counterattack against the indulgence faction…"

"Pyromaniac!" Before she could finish her sentence, Jane interrupted her. She asked in a cold voice, "Will that werewolf be here too?"

"Tyre was definitely there!" Sharron said with certainty.

"Then, you must inform me before you take action! I'll give you the method to summon my messenger later," Jane said in an emotionless tone.

The werewolf had torn apart her mother and destroyed her family, forcing her father to sacrifice his life in exchange for a chance of survival…

The scene of that night was still fresh in her mind. If not for the indulgence faction having a demigod protecting them in Backlund, she would've long killed the Werewolf with her own hands.

"Alright!" Miss Sharron looked at Jane quietly, her blue eyes void of emotion.

…

In the villa at Cherwood Borough's Kingst Street, after having dinner, he had wanted to return to his study to read, but at that moment, the gray fog appeared before his eyes once again.

A moment later, Ebner, who received Mr. Fool's reply, fell into deep thought.

The final destination of the second Baron Lamud was some ruin in the Underworld? It's no wonder the Augustus family went through the effort to nurture a descendant of Death. After all, in that place, only a descendant of Death can succeed…

Baron Kilgor died during the previous mission? Was he replaced later? It's no wonder that the second Baron Lamud would fall out with his good friend…

"Concerto of Light and Shadow. I remember that this item appeared in the original. It was bestowed to Brigadier General Qonas Kilgor by the king…

Could it really be forged from the Beyonder characteristic of Kilgor's ancestor? However, I remember that the item also has the Beyonder characteristic of the Arbiter pathway mixed in…

Could it be that Kilgor finally saw through the kingdom's intention of silencing him, and he perished together with the person in charge of monitoring him? That resulted in the formation of this item with two pathway characteristics?

After making random guesses, Ebner discovered that the Knowledge Keeper potion showed no signs of digesting. Clearly, his "acting" had failed.

Sefirah Castle is indeed a "hidden" place. There's no feedback from "guarding" it… Perhaps I can find a chance to talk to Mr. Azik in person?

With a sigh, Ebner put away his regret and began his fixed studies every night. As a Beyonder of the Reader pathway, "studying" was a daily occurrence.

…

Just as Ebner received the news from Mr. Fool, a man covered in black spots in an old warehouse in the factory district suddenly stirred and stood up.

An ancient gem pendant hung from his sleeve. He had previously obtained it from a member of the Secret Order.

The gem pendant naturally swayed before pointing in the direction of Cherwood Borough.

"Sefirah Castle…"

The man let out a hoarse whisper, his tone filled with excitement.