Chapter 344 Branches (Please give me monthly tickets in the last two days) Dole Street in the market area, near the Memorial Hall area, is a street with green trees, clean roads and newer buildings. Janna chose this place to meet the "Purifier" because the people who often come here have little intersection with her original life, and almost no one can recognize her. At this moment, she was wearing a white women's shirt and a light brown long skirt, which was slightly different from the last time she met the two "Purifiers". She wanted to avoid being noticed by the other party if she wore the same clothes every time. Of course, her overall style is still leaning towards cleanliness, sunshine and freshness. This is the image requirement that Janna summed up from the advocacy language when she listened to the bishop's sermons and participated in certain church activities. With a sun amulet hanging around her neck and her brown hair simply tied up, she walked towards the agreed apartment No. 17, following the shadows cast by the trees along the roadside. A brown carriage passed by her, its windows open, revealing a beautiful face that was eye-catching. She was a lady wearing a black court dress and a dark black gauze hat with white feathers on her head. Her black hair was tied up very delicately, her facial lines were soft, her chin was gracefully curved, her nose was delicate and straight, her red lips were plump and slightly upturned, and her dark gray eyes were bright, yet seemed to be covered with a hint of sadness, which made people feel distressed unconsciously. It’s so beautiful…Janna exclaimed sincerely after the carriage passed by. Although she herself could be considered beautiful, this did not prevent her from appreciating the charm of others. At the same time, she deeply felt that she was still far behind Franka, who had become the "Witch of Pleasure", and the lady just now. Jannah withdrew her gaze and walked all the way to the roof of the apartment building at 17 Dole Street.
She didn't have to wait long before Imre and Valentine arrived. "Have you obtained important information?" Valentine asked with a cold but proactive expression. His eyes swept across Janna's neck, saw the Holy Emblem of the Sun, and nodded in satisfaction, barely perceptible. Janna shook her head slowly: "No." Without waiting for Imre and Valentine to ask, she said from the bottom of her heart: "I want to repent." Confession? Imre couldn't help but look at Valentine. Is there something wrong? Janna lowered her head slightly, looked at the ground, smiled bitterly and said: "I dreamed about my mother again, many times. “After dreaming about her, I couldn’t help but question the church. Why did they allow someone like Hugues Artois to participate in the election? Why didn’t they arrest the people around him immediately after discovering the problem and prevent the subsequent disaster? "I, I want to repent. The pain is gnawing at my soul, shaking my faith, and making me doubt whether the gods and the church are still protecting us." This was her true feeling, but it was not as strong as what she expressed in words. Valentine felt ashamed and didn't know how to respond to Jenna. Imre had experienced many similar things. He sighed and said skillfully: “Don’t doubt that God is always watching us. The sun shines on the earth every day, but you also know that the alternation of light and darkness is the main theme of the whole world, just as the sun sets every day and the night inevitably comes. That is why we rejoice in the first ray of light in the morning and rejoice in the rising sun. "Similarly, the church is not omnipotent. At least in Intis, we are still subject to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, and are subject to various restrictions from Congress and the government. We cannot do whatever we want or investigate whoever we want. “Pain and disaster are an important part of our lives, maybe more, maybe less, but they will all pass, just like the sun will rise and shine on the earth again.” Janna was silent for a few seconds, exhaled slowly, opened her arms slightly and said: "Praise the sun!" "Praise the sun!" Valentine and Imre responded at the same time.
With the sincere performance just now, Janna asked: "Who pushed Hugues Artois to the position of a member of Congress, and who made him the agent of the evil god?" "It's still under investigation. There is no substantial gain for the time being." Imre said after considering his words. Janna showed some impatience and concern: "Why haven't we made any substantial progress yet? Are we unable to obtain any key clues due to the restrictions I just mentioned? Do you need my help? I am not subject to any restrictions and I am not afraid of breaking the law!" Imre and Valentine were not surprised at Janna's reaction. It was consistent with the emotional state when he suddenly attacked and assassinated Hugues Artois, but it was much weaker. The two looked at each other, as if communicating with their eyes whether they should hand over this matter to the informant who had signed the contract. In that way, the methods that could be adopted would be more flexible and free. Janna remembered Franca's instructions and did not use the ability of "Instigation" directly. She just sensed the status of the two "Purifiers" and used language to achieve her goal: “If the church can’t do it itself, can’t it be handed over to capable believers? “Is the church’s dignity more important, or are God’s children more important? "Every disaster prevented saves many families and lives, all of whom have devoted their faith to the sun. "There is an evil god behind Hugues Artois!" Valentine was persuaded. Seeing that Imre did not object, he asked Celia Bello seriously: "Are you sure you want to help us investigate this matter? This is very dangerous. There is a high chance that you will lose your life." Jenna replied with a complicated smile: "I am afraid of death, but I am more afraid of becoming a victim of evil believers for no apparent reason like my mother." She did not try to hide her hatred. Imre then said: "After our investigation, we found that Hugues Artois had a very close relationship with General Philippe. Some of the things he did secretly could be traced back to him, but General Philippe died of illness at the beginning of last year, and all the clues were cut off. "Hugues Artois' other supporters and sponsors were either arranged by General Philip, or they felt that he was worth training and offered help on their own initiative. None of them were involved in evil god beliefs or secret organizations." Janna blurted out: "Where are Philip's family members? Where are the evil god followers around Hugh Artois?" "Philip's family is fine." Valentine replied with some annoyance. "Only two of the evil god believers in Hugh Artois' campaign team were caught. They were not very important. The one who knew the most chose to commit suicide when he couldn't escape. He was very fanatical. We were unable to obtain the clues we wanted. We only eliminated two branches of the secret organization 'The End of Everything'." "The Society for the Final Destruction of All Things"...Janna remembered this secret organization that believed in evil gods. Imre added: "The one who knows the most is the red-haired Cassandra. She is a member of the branch of the former royal family of Soran. She is both a Beyonder and a believer of the evil god who has received a gift." "Is there any problem with the Soran family?" Janna asked further. Imre shook his head. "The current conclusion is no. The several noble families that supported Hugues Artois originally had ordinary relations with the Soran family. Cassandra chose to be an adventurer because she was not valued by the Soran family. Later, she became a Beyonder and joined Hugues Artois' team last year." ………… Opera district, Lombard Street, Café Mechanic. The king cake with crust like a giant flower with black patterns on a brown background was delivered to Puif Soren and other members of the "Black Cat" organization by a mechanical device. Puif looked around and said to Lumian, Anoli and others: "I propose that this King's Cake game be dedicated to a great ancestor of mine, the first Count of Ardenne and the 27th Count of Champagne." Puif Soren usually calls himself the Count of Ardennes. "The Count of Champagne who wants Roselle's ass?" Novelist Arnold smiled. In the past year, the most popular banned book in Trier's underground book market is called "The Secret Records of Emperor Roselle". It not only includes various existing rumors about Emperor Roselle, but also adds a lot of new content that seems absurd and hot. Puif sighed and said:
"That is the 30th Count of Champagne, the great-grandson of my great ancestor and from another branch of the Soran family." "I have no objection." The flaxen-haired and brown-eyed painter Maren brought the topic back on track. This was just a game, and no one else insisted on giving the extra king cake to anyone, so they quickly reached a consensus. Given Lumian's style, he should have objected to it and annoyed Count Puyver, but he kept in mind that he was now playing the role of Gardner Martin's friend, the son of a wealthy businessman who loved art, a fool who paid for contempt, so he controlled himself. Puif turned his head to the quieter literary critic An Yong and said: "You will be responsible for cutting the cookies." An Yong, who had black curly hair, laughed self-deprecatingly: "What I dislike most is that there are no waiters in the Mechanical Cafe. It makes me feel like a waiter." "Isn't that a good thing? It means there are no spies," muttered the novelist Arnold. The poet Elaite, smoking a cherry wood pipe, responded with a chuckle: "Perhaps the spy is among us." At this time, Ernst had picked up the knife and divided the king cake into seven equal pieces. Puifur forked one of the king cakes to the edge of the plate, clasped his hands together, placed them in front of his chest, and chanted in a low voice: "Dedicated to you, the great member of the Soran family, the great Vermonda Champagne Soran." Puif repeated this sentence three times, and Lumian suddenly felt that the Mechanical Café, which had no waiters to begin with, became even quieter, much like the state when the bishops began their sermons. After presenting the extra king cake to Fomonda Soren, Puif raised his head, looked at Lumian, and said with a smile: "You are the guest, you get to choose first." Without observing, Lumian reached out for the king cake closest to him. At this moment, he heard Thermopylae's majestic and layered voice: "Change it." PS: It’s the last two days, please give me a monthly ticket~ (End of this chapter)