Yi Gewen West Suburbs, Saint Amanda School.
At noon, Dorothy, wearing a school uniform and finally visiting the school, was walking alone in the school garden, her expression filled with worry as she looked at her much thinner wallet.
After a few questions, Dorothy spent a huge sum of 170 pound at Aldrich's place. Her hard-earned 335 pound cash now only had 165 pound left, losing more than half in one go.
'Phew... Although it was a bit expensive, at least I got the key information. To be honest, I didn't expect to get this much information, so this wave was worth it.'
Dorothy thought this way. Although she wasn't in a hurry to deal with that Holy Communion Society Mentor, the preliminary intelligence work had to be done well. Although she inherently liked adventure a bit, she wouldn't fight a battle without confidence. Before adventuring, the preparatory work must be completed.
Although she now knew some information about that Mentor, overall it was still not enough. The other party was one rank higher than her, far less easy to deal with than Buck and the others.
The Holy Communion Society's activities in Igwinte have now completely ceased. Previously, because her Spirituality was depleted, Dorothy didn't immediately raid Clifford's home. When she went back to White Pearl Street after resting, she found that the bookstore was empty. Now Dorothy estimated that the remaining forces of the Holy Communion Society had all gathered at the Mentor's place.
Overall, although Dorothy had now begun to collect information about that Mentor, it wasn't time to act yet, because there was a more urgent matter before her eyes.
'It was a pleasure doing business, Miss Meisihuos. Although I know you're busy researching the mysterious every day and don't have time to attend school, I still need to remind you in the end that the semester is almost over, and you still don't have any social practice credits. Even if you pass the final exam, without practical experience credits, it will be difficult to give you a high overall evaluation.'
Recalling Aldrich's words, Dorothy felt a wave of depression. Since she had transferred into the school, she hadn't expected the end of the semester to arrive so quickly.
'Hmm... Can't my anti-cult work, which has caused such a stir throughout the city, count as social practice? Really, I have to take time out to deal with these useless things again.'
While thinking, Dorothy put her wallet back into her schoolbag, and then took out a form from it. It listed the recommended social practice projects for Saint Amanda School, most of which suggested students intern at various institutions. Dorothy had specifically asked Aldrich for this before she left.
"Looks like I'll have to pick one carefully to deal with after I go home..."
Looking at the form in her hand, Dorothy scratched her head and muttered, then continued walking forward.
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In the afternoon, underground in the Cypress Fir Building.
Today, the Iggwente Secret Agency was still bustling with activity. James sat in the director's office looking at documents. Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Accompanied by James's voice, the office door opened, and the tall figure of Turner walked in.
"Captain, the matter regarding the mansion on Silver Riverbank has been clarified."
Coming to James's desk, Turner spoke. James nodded, adjusted his glasses, and said.
"Alright, you've worked hard. So, what's the specific situation?"
"The owner of that mansion is named Buck Stowe, a member of the board of directors of the Iron Mud Lighterage Company. His ancestral home is in the Ailang territory. His ancestors were awarded knights. He made his fortune by selling off ancestral property and has a certain reputation in Igwinte's upper society."
"Heh, his ancestors were knights... What about that mummified corpse?" James continued to ask, and Turner immediately replied.
"The mummified corpse found in the secret room indeed had the Beacon Sigil photographed by Grego on its body, so it can be basically confirmed that he was one of the Holy Communion Society leaders who fought with us at the dock. His mummification is very severe, almost a mummy. It's probably very difficult to restore his appearance. Through identification by the captives, we only know his name is Clifford, but nothing else is known because the surviving captives belong to Buck's stronghold and are not clear about the specific information of other stronghold leaders."
"Clifford... That name isn't uncommon. Just knowing the name makes it difficult to investigate..." James said with furrowed brows. Just then, Turner spoke up again.
"Oh right, Captain, I see that the Seal Vault is currently upgrading its security and hasn't been open for a long time. Was the previous theft serious?"
"Actually, it wasn't very serious. Thanks to Aida, we only lost some Spirituality reserves and one extraordinary item."
"An extraordinary item flowed to the Holy Communion Society... Wouldn't that be a bit dangerous?" Turner asked with some concern, while James replied rather lightly.
"Heh, you don't need to worry. The thing that was lost is okay to play with, but it doesn't really have much use. If that little brat Brandon knew its function, he probably wouldn't have stolen it."
"If that thing wants to be somewhat useful, you have to feed it a little 'Qi' (Awakening/Enlightenment). But if the Bureau could apply for 'Qi' (Awakening/Enlightenment), it wouldn't be its turn to be fed. There are so many cases that divination isn't enough."
James said with a chuckle, then placed the document in his hand on the desk.
"But no matter what, the Bureau suffered a loss. It's a pity. If I hadn't gone to the Church that morning, this wouldn't have happened." James said with some emotion. Listening to his words, Turner complained.
"Hmph, those Fanatics, isn't it just buying more 'Light'? They make the procedures so troublesome and insist on having Captain go."
"It's not just about buying Spirituality, there are also some official matters that need negotiation."
"Official matters?" Hearing James's words, Turner's expression froze. James then pushed a document on the desk in front of him. After reading it, Turner couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Notification Letter Regarding the Dispatch of the Tivian Diocese Holy Relic Recovery Team to Igwin County?"
"Last month, the martyrdom site of the Shining Light Church Bishop from three hundred years ago, Deekt'Swift Light Sword', was discovered in Red Creek Town. The Tivian Diocese dispatched a Holy Relic Recovery Team to recover Deekt's Saint remains and relics. Red Creek Town is within Igwin County, so they had to notify me of this matter beforehand. I went there that day to discuss this matter with them."
James said in a deep voice. Listening to his words, Turner thought for a moment and then spoke directly.
"Red Creek Town... So far? This is already on the county border. Do they want us to help with the recovery? We're so busy recently, and it's so far away, we don't have enough manpower at all."
"It's not about helping, but a routine notification and incidentally requesting some intelligence support, after all, there have been signs of Shining Light Church otherworld activities in the southwestern part of the Kingdom recently."
"Shining Light Church otherworld..."
"According to intelligence, it should be the'Savior Descends Faction'. Although there are no signs in our county yet, neighboring counties have already reported many instances, which is why the Church side attaches great importance..." While speaking, James stood up, turned to look at the large map of Igwin County posted behind him, and focused his gaze on a landmark on the edge of the target area.
"Their recovery team should arrive today. Hopefully, there won't be any accidents."