After leaving Mr.
C’s underground Beyonder gathering spot, Roger returned to the surface.
But he didn’t rush to take a public carriage home or go for a meal; instead, he followed his memory, traversed several blocks, and arrived at a small post office that hadn’t closed yet.
“Sir, we’re about to close.
If you need to mail a package, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”
The black-haired, black-eyed male employee on duty saw the bag in Roger’s hand, which contained the scholars ring and Elven Darkleaf, and subconsciously assumed he needed to send goods.
“You’ve misunderstood.
I just need to send a registered letter…
Can a first-class one still be sent now?”
A first-class registered letter was an expedited version, transported by water.
Compared to the one-week to one-month delivery time for regular mail, these expensive letters could reach anywhere in the Loen Kingdom, including remote areas, within a maximum of three days.
And for cities with docks along the Tussock River, they could arrive in as little as one day.
“Yes, where do you want to send it?” The employee turned to retrieve a form and a clean white envelope marked “First-Class,” placing them on the counter.
“Pritz Harbor, right in the dock area.”
After Roger left the Abraham Family’s residence, he hadn’t yet informed the “Flaming Dragon” bar owner of his new address.
To prevent the other party from reflexively sending the supplementary materials provided by Audrey to the original address, Roger felt it necessary to send a registered letter to inform him; otherwise, he would have to make another trip for these materials.
This way, he would have a chance to complete his Sequence 8 advancement before the Aurora Order’s mission was issued.
“We happen to have one more boat leaving tonight, and it will reach Pritz Harbor by noon tomorrow at the latest.”
The implication was for Roger to hurry.
He nodded, quickly filled out the envelope and form, and paid for the letter, stamps, and the expedited fee for the first-class registered letter.
After doing all this, he called out to the busy employee nearby again, and when the latter came to collect the letter, he casually inquired:
“Oh, by the way, is there a ‘Family’ Tavern on this street?”
“Ah, yes, it’s at…”
The black-haired youth was about to tell Roger the tavern’s location but suddenly fell into a state of amnesia.
“Where was it?
I remember it seemed to be…
Strange, why can’t I remember?”
He leaned on the counter, rubbing his temples, his expression one of extreme Pain.
“Never mind…”
Just as Roger was about to give up and turn to leave, the other party suddenly looked up at him, his previously bewildered expression becoming clear again.
The next moment, the youth pulled out a delicate monocle from his pocket and placed it over his right eye. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
The crystal lens reflected the light, revealing indifferent eyes tinged with a hint of playfulness.
“Turn left when you go out, walk 10 meters, turn left again when you see the green sign for the grain and oil store, and you’ll be there.”
“F*** f*** f*** f*** f***…”
Roger’s expression immediately changed drastically, and he cursed inwardly, while instinctively activating Yog-Sothoth’s ability, poised and ready.
“No wonder this person looked a bit familiar before…
Although I already understood Amon’s abilities, seeing it with my own eyes is still too mind-blowing.”
If he wasn’t mistaken, at least half of this street should have been affected by Amon; there were no normal people left.
Roger quickly used the power of Yog-Sothoth, the One of All Things’s fragments to confirm twice that he would not be affected by Amon’s power in the past and next few days, then put on a smile:
“I’m here to report my work to their boss…
Speaking of which, I can report to you too, right?”
In his opinion, since it was Amon anyway, it made no difference who he spoke to, even a low-Sequence Amon.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.
I am me, and he is he.”
The Amon at the post office took the letter, which Roger had also checked several times, and placed it into the collection slot behind him.
He’s really getting into character, isn’t he?
Roger complained inwardly but thanked him verbally.
He suppressed his urge to run back to Daffodil Street, gritting his teeth and walking towards the “Family” Tavern.
The frosted glass embedded in the bar door radiated warm gaslight, and faint sounds of mixed conversations and violin music could be heard.
From the outside, it looked perfectly normal, a typical Loen-style small tavern.
However, as the “ding-dong” of the opening door sounded, Roger immediately felt more than twenty glass lenses reflecting the gaslight pointing at him.
The previously noisy conversations ceased abruptly, and even the youth playing the violin in the corner stopped drawing his bow.
“Everyone, drink up, don’t mind me.”
Roger raised both hands and chuckled dryly.
Not a single one is wrong, not a single one is out of place, not a single one is off, not a single one is out of order!
What a “Family” Tavern…
So your family monopolizes all the business on this street, huh?
Upon hearing this, the Amons returned to their conversations, and the violin resumed playing.
Roger breathed a sigh of relief.
He walked straight to the bar and looked at the Amon behind it, dressed in a bartender’s uniform, shaking a cocktail shaker with his back to him.
Through’Spirit Vision’ observation, he determined that this was the highest-ranking Amon among all those nearby, likely reaching the Sequence 7 level.
“You don’t need to be too wary of me.
Although I really want to have a good time with you, Tingen City has a lot of trouble lately, and the main body doesn’t allow us to make too many moves.”
A lot of trouble?
Roger savored the meaning of this sentence while nodding:
“Understood, big brother.
As per your instructions, I managed to contact a member of the Aurora Order and met Mr.
C through his introduction.”
Facing Amon, Roger did not hide anything, fully recounting his interactions with the Aurora Order.
Amon said he wouldn’t act against him, but that didn’t mean He didn’t have other informants within the Aurora Order, so it was better to lay everything bare.
After all, one should love their profession, and if a double agent who juggled three factions wanted to survive, it was all about being serious, meticulous, and loyal in attitude.
“I didn’t expect you to meet Mr.
C so quickly.”
Amon seemed a little surprised.
He chuckled:
“It’s no wonder.
The Church’s intelligence network has secret files on many members of the Aurora Order.
He needs a new face to help him with things.
“After all, what the Nighthawks took involves his advancement ritual.
No one would just let it go.”
Advancement ritual?
Roger was somewhat enlightened for a moment.
Although he had already speculated about this, he didn’t expect the confirmation to come so quickly.
“Rituals” often appeared when Beyonders advanced to Sequence 5 and beyond.
If Amon’s words were true, then Mr.
C should be at least a Sequence 6 Beyonder.
Although he had previously guessed that the other party was a Shepherd, or a Rose Bishop, considering that there were other Beyonders of different Sequences like Mr.
X within the Aurora Order, he couldn’t be entirely certain.
“Of course, since you have already agreed to help him retrieve that item, just go for it.
“I can even provide you with some interesting help…
Heh, I really look forward to seeing how that goat-head reacts.”
Amon smiled and handed Roger a freshly mixed cocktail with beautiful bubbles, placing it on the bar counter.
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