Transcendent Dawn

　　 Bill Abel is a successful businessman.

　　 Since the federal government has strongly supported the development of steam power, he has focused on the time and obtained a large number of high-quality and cheap coal by means of pre-signed contracts and other means, successfully earned a large sum of golden dragons, and has continued to develop ever since.

　　 Now, he is already a small well-known merchant in Niah, and he is planning to auction off a small coal mine.

　　 But that **** gallery visit almost ruined everything about him.

　　 He almost trembles at the thought of those secret events.

　　In front of such a weird existence, an ordinary person has no power to resist at all!

　　 "Fortunately, there is a church! Thank you Goddess!"

　　 Seeing that the Goddess Church blocked the gallery and was taken to the church. After several days of observation and ‘purification’ ceremony, Bill finally felt relieved.

　　 That damn, terrible portrait was finally completely forgotten by him.

　　 Also, I got an address to contact the exorcist brothers.

When he just got home, he asked the butler to go to the wine cellar to get a good bottle of wine, ready to be overwhelmed. At the same time, he looked at the piece of paper in his hand, which was the address of a doll shop, and muttered to himself: "Maybe... I should hire a few bodyguards, real bodyguards with mysterious powers..."

　　 After surviving from the gallery for the first time, he suspiciously bought a puppet that was said to be able to transfer bad luck, but it didn't help much.

　　 Although he was not killed on the spot like Mr. Gilbert, he was still taken back to the gallery just like Mrs. Xi Ling.

　　 If it weren't for Thulhu, it would still be a dead end.

　　 "It is impossible for the church to send long-term manpower for a small person like me, but the two brothers seem to be able to..."

　　 "Well... you must be cautious and polite at the beginning, and gradually gain a good impression."

　　As a businessman's intuition, he immediately felt the mysterious power and the value of the Roald brothers.

　　 Don’t say anything else, if you meet again next time, it’s the hope of life-saving!

　　 After drinking red wine and feeling better, Bill sat in the study and began to think about the coal mine auction.

　　 Just then, his eyes changed.

　　 An uncontrollable, as if the desire from the bottom of his heart, made his hand that was holding the pen start to tremble.

He quickly and violently swept the report in front of him to the ground, picked up a new piece of white paper, and began to paint an image—it was a portrait of a middle-aged man with goat horns and a pair of mysterious pupils. .

　　Because there was no paint, Bill directly bit his finger and dyed the man's eyes scarlet.

　　 This is a portrait of a demon!

　　 "Ho ho!"

　　 After all this was done, Bill grabbed his throat, foamed and collapsed on the chair.

　　 After a long time, he recovered, as if he had forgotten about it, stuffed the portrait into a certain pile of papers, sorted the desk, and went to sleep in the bedroom.

　　 The real horror is not blocked at all.

　　 But through another secret channel, it spread again!

　　Anyone who has seen a portrait of a devil will be cursed, without exception!

　　 At this time, Thulhu and Roald don't know this at all.

　　……

　　 Seven days later.

　　 Thulhu walked into a private detective office.

　　 "Hello, can I help you?"

　　 At the front desk, a blond secretary received him.

　　 "I came to Detective Fatima Montari, and I made an appointment with her." Thulhu said.

　　 "Is it Mr. Botley? Detective Montari is waiting for you in the office." The female secretary said suddenly, and led him into an office.

Thick documents filled the desk. Behind the desk sat a tall girl with red hair and a pair of gold glasses, with more intellectual beauty: "Mr. Botley, here you are. !"

　　 At this time, she took the initiative to get up and shook hands with Thulhu: "As for your entrustment, we already have a result."

　　 "Say it!"

　　 Thulhu sat on the sofa and took the documents handed by Fatima.

"Mr. Botley commissioned a total of two missions, both of which are tracing missions, but the first mission, concerning the whereabouts of Miss Beatrice Taylor, we can’t do anything about it. We only know that she has become a wanted felon in the Federation. , It seems to have flown to the western part of the Federation recently..."

　　 Fatima said regretfully: "The other party is extremely dangerous, I don't recommend that Mr. continue to investigate..."

　　 In fact, in order to complete this single task, she has been quite stressed.

　　 "What about the second person?"

　　 Thulhu asked noncommittal.

　　 "Mr. Kira Gales, he recently finished a scientific expedition and is staying in Port Posey with the "Shiratori" scientific research ship. The time is uncertain! The address of his residence is in the file."

　　 This task is very easy, after all, Mr. Kira Gales is not a big or small celebrity, and his whereabouts can be grasped.

　　 "Posey Port?"

　　 Thulhu nodded thoughtfully, this is the largest trading port in the Federation, and a landmark building-the 100-meter-high Memorial Tower of the Goddess of Light.

　　 He looked at the file and showed a slight smile: "I am very satisfied with your service. This is the agreed payment!"

　　 After finishing speaking, he took out his pocket, took out three golden dragons and handed them over: "One is Beatrice, and two are Kira."

　　 "I am glad you are satisfied!"

　　 Fatima got up, and very politely sent Thulhu to the door of the detective office.

　　‘It seems...I should go to Kira Gales first and get the career follow-up of [Spirit Medium]. If there is no other way, it’s a big deal part-time...’

'Beatrix is ​​really sturdy, even under the siege and suppression of the Federation, she can persist for so long... Her strength is absolutely beyond my imagination. Although I am embarrassed, I still hope that she will be directly annihilated by the Federation to save me trouble in the future. Up. ’

　　 In Thulhu, while thinking wildly, he returned to the doll's house.

　　 Suddenly, his eyes condensed, his face was wary, and his inspiration opened.

　　 No one in the doll shop~www.NovelMTL.com~ A counter with dolls fell down, and various dolls scattered all over the floor.

　　 At the door, several police officers maintained order, and there was a circle of pedestrians watching the excitement around.

"what happened?"

　　Thulhu his eyes condensed and his inspiration noticed the wall.

　　 On that, with bright red blood, a few words were written-‘we found you! ’

　　 "Who are you looking for? Me? Roald? Or Sean!"

　　 He did not go in to identify himself, but left directly, and arrived at the abandoned factory that only he and Roald knew about.

　　 This is their base camp. The Doll’s House is just a contact point, and even Sean doesn’t know it.

　　 As soon as he entered the door, he saw the fully armed Roald, his eyes condensed: "Is here to find you? Who is it?"

　　 Thulhu suddenly remembered, Roald came to Niah City, it seems that he did not come to visit relatives, but what trouble he had in his hometown.

　　 But I have a lot of things, and Roald is unwilling to say it clearly, so I didn't ask it in detail. Anyway, 80% of it is related to an evil organization.

　　 It seems that Roald has caused a lot of trouble, and everyone has caught up here.

　　 "It's the Black Death Club!"

　　Roald was loading ammunition on the shotgun, and heard the answer in a slow tone: "That is a group of lunatics who think that death is the ultimate destination, like to spread diseases and plagues, and create terrible tragedies!"

"I have smashed their branch several times. The magic book page and the later [The Ill-Fated) ceremony were captured at that time. From a book called "The Ceremony of the Dead" ..."

　　 "They worship death, and the "Ritual of the Dead" is their sacred object, so they chased me like a hyena...Unexpectedly, they ended up here."

　　 "This is my business, I will solve it myself!"