Chapter 507 "Breakup" "Just like that, I had to leave there. I couldn't really stay in any place, and it might also affect my friend and make him lose the wealth he had worked so hard to get." Lumian took another sip of the emerald green absinthe. The bar owner Pavard Nissen put down the cup in his hand and said with emotion: “It’s really sympathetic.” Lumian smiled. "Okay, now that I've finished my story, shouldn't you buy me a drink?" Pavard, who had an artist's ponytail, was stunned for a moment. ………… Near the early hours of the morning, Charlie, wearing a black coat, left the basement bar of the Golden Rooster Hotel and returned to his rented apartment.
The wind was very comfortable on that autumn night. It didn't make people shiver, but it brought a coolness that seemed to cleanse the body and mind. Charlie couldn't help but take a deep breath. "Shit, which drunk is peeing everywhere again?" The foul smell in the wind ruined Charlie's mood. Just then, he saw a figure emerging from the darkness ahead. The figure had blond hair with black tints, bright and sharp blue eyes, and a handsome and masculine face. It was none other than Charles Dubois. You haven't left Trier yet? Charlie was delighted and was about to ask. Almost at the same time, he noticed that Charles' expression was extremely gloomy and there seemed to be a storm brewing in his eyes. Charlie was startled, and his mind raced, and he said instinctively: "I, I want to inform you..." Before he could finish his words, Lumian walked up to him, raised his right fist, and slapped him in the face. The punch was so powerful that golden dots of light suddenly appeared in Charlie's field of vision. His body tilted and he staggered back a few steps as if he could not maintain his balance. Lumian said with a gloomy face: "For the sake of our past friendship, I will not kill you this time." After saying that, he turned around in a dark jacket and walked towards the alley on the side where there were no street lights. Charlie covered his swollen face, looked at Charles' back which gradually disappeared into the darkness, and said anxiously and annoyedly: "But I can't find you! How did I notify you that you were wanted?" Lumian didn't respond and disappeared into the alley. Charlie, who was standing there, couldn't help but curse when he saw this. He was angry and a little aggrieved at the same time: Why did this person suddenly become so unreasonable? It's not my fault that you're wanted. I've tried my best to help! I'm just a small clerk and there's only so much I can do! ………… The next morning, Charlie had just taken Meat Pie to his office in the basement of St. Robert's Church. Before he had time to make a cup of coffee, he saw Deacon Angouleme, wearing a brown double-breasted coat, walking up to him.
"Good morning, Deacon." Charlie stood up quickly and greeted in a flattering manner. Angouleme glanced at the bruise on his left cheek: "What happened? Were you beaten?" "No, no, I hit the statue!" Charlie suddenly got nervous and waved his right hand. "You may not believe how crazy those bastards get when they are drunk. Some of them shouted to overthrow the government, some thought what they vomited was delicious, and some moved such a heavy statue to the corner. I bumped into it without noticing." Angouleme stared at the clerk and said in a calm tone: "Your lie is very clumsy. Do you remember that there is a clause in the contract you signed that prohibits concealing important matters?" Charlie's expression froze instantly. After hesitating for a while, he stammered: "Yes, it was Charles. Charles Dubois beat me up. He might be resentful that I didn't inform him in advance that he would be wanted by us." Angouleme listened in silence, then said after two seconds: "Very good, this is a qualified 'Purifier' civilian staff. "Where did you meet him?" "Outside the Golden Rooster Hotel, in the first alley toward Market Avenue." Charlie answered nervously and worriedly. After Angouleme asked a few more details, he said to Charles: "Because Charles Dubois's true situation exceeded our expectations, we reviewed all the files related to him and found that you had a close relationship with him. We also found that he was involved in Susanna Mathis's extraordinary case. After putting him in that case, I can clearly see that you concealed a lot of details." Hearing the deacon's words, Charlie tensed up and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. "I, I..." He didn't know what to say, as if he had already seen his own tragic end. At this time, Angouleme took the initiative to ask: "Did Ciel force you to hide it?" "No, it's not forced." Charlie answered subconsciously, and then quickly added, "He asked for it." "It was indeed his request." Angouleme nodded slightly and turned to ask about every detail of the Susanna Matisse incident. Charlie, whose psychological defenses had been broken, told the "Purifier" deacon everything he could remember. When he had finished, Angouleme said solemnly: "You concealed the true details of the case and became a civilian employee of the Purifier. Normally, even if you are not thrown into prison, you will be fired immediately..." Although Charlie had expected such treatment, when he actually heard it, he felt as if he had been hit hard on the head with a wooden stick. His body shook and he almost lost his balance. Before he could make a final plea, Angoulême changed the subject: "But you have performed very well in the past few months. You have been diligent and hardworking, and you have studied hard. It also seems that you have not sold any information to Charles, causing him to resent you. "As a deacon of the Market District Court, I feel that we cannot push back a person who has tried hard to climb out of the abyss and destroy his last hope. Since you have not made any substantial mistakes since becoming a civilian staff member of the Purifier, and what happened with Susanna Mathis is true, I will give you another chance. I can't just push you out and wait for Charles to kill you, or for the Benefactor of the Mother Tree of Desire to come after you again, right? “You have been fired, but you can still intern here, and your salary will be adjusted back to the intern level for six months. During these six months, if you perform well and don’t make any more mistakes, you can be re-employed. Otherwise, you will be fired immediately. "To put it simply, your punishment is to stay in the team for a period of six months." After hearing the deacon's words, Charlie felt a great joy as if he had fallen into hell and was pulled back to heaven. While thanking him frantically, he sat back in his seat as if all his strength had been drained away. After watching Angouleme leave, Charlie's mind was in a mess and many images flashed through his mind. After a few seconds, he raised his right hand and slapped himself. He said to himself with great annoyance and regret:
"I was bragging in the bar last night, saying that Charles and I were friends who had experienced life and death..." ………… Not long after returning to his office, Angoulême received a telegram. That came from the church of Saint-Vieve, from Plessis Descartes, who was in charge of the diocese of Trier. The cardinal asked Angoulême to go to the Church of Saint-Vieve because he had something to discuss with him. Church of Saint-Vieve. After spiraling up the magnificent staircase to the area near the dome, there is a small room, which is one of the places closest to the sun in Trier. Cardinal Plessy, wearing a white robe inlaid with gold thread, stays here all year round, bathing in the holy light. He was an old man with high cheekbones and fair blond hair. His temperament was not serious, but he had a kind of aura that made it impossible to look directly at him, so that there was abnormally no shadow in the whole room. “Although you were unable to deal with the disaster the night before yesterday in a timely manner due to various accidents and intelligence interruptions, you have demonstrated a very high level of quality in both your grasp of key information and in the subsequent arrangements. We have also not overlooked your various performances in the market area over the past year or so,” Plessy said kindly. "Praise the sun!" Angoulême opened his arms and gave glory to the Lord. Plessy became more and more satisfied: "Based on the current situation and the foreseeable future, we plan to form three more 'Purifier' teams directly under the Trier Diocese to flexibly handle various supernatural events." At this point, the cardinal smiled rarely: "You have indeed been too busy in the past six months. You seem to have complained privately that you don't have time to rest. Don't blame yourself. This is a normal human reaction. After becoming a deacon of the Trier Diocese's direct team, you should be free most of the time and only need to deal with those cases that the 'Purifiers' in various districts cannot handle or do not have time to handle. “Of course, this also means danger, and you have to be aware of that. "François, Sequence 4 is the node of qualitative change. There are still many people in the Inquisition waiting to become saints. If you want to surpass them, you must make outstanding contributions. The first step is to become a deacon of the team directly under the archdiocese. The second step is to accumulate contributions and take charge of a certain holy object. The third step is to wait for an opportunity. "Do you wish to be the butler? I respect your wishes." The power of mobility... handling cases that the "Purifiers" in each district cannot handle... Normally, they should be free, so there are no big things to do... I don't know whether the doomsday prophecy of "Gandalf" is true or not, but it is always right to improve myself... Angouleme thought for a moment and said: "Your will, Cardinal, is my will." Plessy smiled slightly and said: "As deacon, you are responsible for selecting the members of the team." "Yes, Your Excellency Cardinal." Angoulême opened his arms and praised the sun again. After returning to the basement of St. Robert's Church, he called the half-blood Imre into his office and told his subordinate about the Trier Diocese's direct team. "Will you follow me?" asked Angouleme. Imre smiled and said: “Does this mean I can move up the ranks and get a higher salary? "I'm OK!" After agreeing, the mixed-race asked: "Who else should we choose?" Angouleme was silent for more than ten seconds and said: "Don't ask people like Valentine who have a wife and children. Ask the single players instead. "Being directly in the squad is both an honor and a danger." At this point, Angouleme sighed softly and said:
"What Purifier with a happy family doesn't want to see his kids grow up and spend more time with his wife? Let us single guys bear this." (End of this chapter)
