What exactly was a “camper”?
Regardless, the chilling killing intent in the air required no translation.
Xia’an’s face was tense as she reached out with her pale, slender hand into the air.
When she pulled her hand back, an exquisite monocle was held between her delicate fingers.
The brass frame was engraved with dense and complex runes.
Xia’an nimbly clipped the monocle over her right eye.
An arcane glimmer of ghostly blue light flickered across the lens.
The invisible presences in the vicinity were immediately revealed.
Looking at the staggering numbers, she was momentarily stunned.
It was as if they had stirred up a hornet’s nest!
...
On the other side, Dabu’s reaction was just as swift.
He directly upscaled the use of 【Reveal Invisibility】.
The members of the Mist Veil Society hiding in the shadows were transformed into glaring dark red humanoid silhouettes.
Seeing this, he lowered his center of gravity and leaned in toward Bloodsong, whispering urgently:
“Buddy...”
“Level with me. Do you have some kind of history with these lunatics from the Mist Veil Society?”
“I don’t!”
Bloodsong looked utterly bewildered.
However, he quickly filled in the blanks himself.
He mistakenly assumed Dabu was asking because of his special status as a “Resurrectionist.”
“Don’t get the wrong idea! You’ve got it all wrong!”
Bloodsong waved his hands frantically, nearly pulling the trigger on his repeating crossbow.
“I might belong to the Resurrection Society, but I don’t have any personal beef with the Mist Veil Society!”
“Besides...”
“In the society, I usually just run errands for a few big shots.”
As he complained, he turned his head, scanning the thick fog around them.
“Are there people from the Mist Veil Society here?”
He lacked any means of 【Reveal Invisibility】, so all he could see was a wall of white.
“They’re everywhere,” Dabu replied, gritting his teeth as he gave a despairing answer.
“...”
Bloodsong’s face instantly fell.
“Dammit!”
The unlucky Dvorin looked hopeless.
“If I die here today, I’ll drift back as a spiritual body just to find Ms. Merskael!”
“I’ll definitely demand my emotional damages from her!”
“Sir, you should know I don’t have any ability to see through invisibility.”
“I can’t see those damn bastards.”
Nearby, hearing this conversation, Xia’an’s brow furrowed deeply.
She forced herself to calm down, her mind racing at high speed.
They aren't here for this Dvorin?
Then it certainly couldn't be for two investigators like her and Dabu, could it?
According to the records of the Seventh Agency...
The Mist Veil Society had always only been interested in grand, ethereal narratives like “reproducing their lord’s glory.”
Since when did they start caring about entry-level investigators like them?
As long as a mystic in this world was even remotely sane, who would actively go looking for trouble with the Seventh Agency?
Wasn't that like lighting a lamp in a latrine—looking for shit?!
Sending this many people to surround two entry-level employees simply didn't make sense from a cost-benefit perspective.
As for herself, it was even more impossible.
It was the same question Dabu had asked Bloodsong.
She had no personal grudge with the Mist Veil Society.
So, excluding herself and Dabu...
And excluding Mr. Bloodsong...
Then...
The only person present who had a massive history with the Mist Veil Society...
Was Mr. Rockland.
Through her monocle, Xia’an stole a glance at the tall, upright man beside her.
But.
The logic broke down completely here.
Don’t forget, on the surface, Mr. Rockland was currently a wealthy factory owner under the alias “Bruce Wayne”!
He had even given himself an impeccable disguise!
How did these people from the Mist Veil Society find him?
And how could they be sure that the wealthy merchant before them was the Elias Rockland they were looking for?
It was simply inconceivable.
One had to realize...
Even Sir Vere thought this disguised Mr. Rockland was quite a handful!
Because, in essence...
From top to bottom, no one in the Hastings Port Branch of the Seventh Agency had ever actually seen Elias Rockland’s true face!
If it hadn't been for the crucial spiritual reading they unexpectedly obtained at the Wayland Shipping office earlier today...
They could have turned all of Hastings Port upside down and still struggled to find Mr. Rockland himself.
So the question was...
How did the Mist Veil Society know something that even the Seventh Agency found nearly impossible?
Even if Mr. Rockland had fought fiercely with cultists in Hope County before...
With his current, completely unfamiliar appearance and disguise, it should have been impossible for anyone to recognize him at a glance on the street.
Xia’an took a deep breath, the cold air making her thoughts even clearer.
Just take their investigation process today as an example.
This damn Mr. Rockland must have used some profound concealment method.
During the day, after his spiritual traces left the doors of the Wayland Shipping office, it was as if he had vanished into thin air!
He hadn't left a single trace to follow in the entire district!
Moreover.
This afternoon, after they finally received word from Ms. Cecil...
Sir Vere had immediately sent people to rush to the Hastings Port train station.
There, they had retrieved a mountain of passenger records.
They had spent hours performing a mind-numbing process of elimination on that vast sea of data.
Among those records was the fake name “Bruce Wayne.”
If she and Dabu hadn't had incredible luck...
If the spirit-measuring instrument they carried hadn't happened to read a faint, almost negligible homologous reaction at the entrance of the “Siren’s Song” pub...
And if they hadn't spent so much effort asking around for the name “Wayne” after entering the inner hall...
They would still be wandering around this city like headless chickens!
But now.
Look at this crowd of Mist Veil Society members closing in silently.
How did they do it?
On what basis could the Mist Veil Society pinpoint their target so accurately?!
If an illegal cult had this kind of technology, why bother with terrorist attacks?
They should just bring their resumes and apply for a job at the Seventh Agency!
As Xia’an pieced together all the clues, all the impossibilities, and all the coincidences in her mind...
A chill ran through her entire body.
She finally remembered a fatal problem.
Earlier today.
In the message from Ms. Cecil, one thing had been explicitly mentioned.
Among the high-level officials of the Seventh Agency...
There was a mole!
Generally, these “high-level officials” were assumed to be the top brass at the Landon headquarters.
But was it possible that there was also a mole within their branch, which was closest to Moon Bay?
Xia’an’s heart skipped a beat.
All the clues formed a perfect closed loop at this moment.
The reason the Mist Veil Society could find this place so accurately...
Wasn't because they possessed some tracking technology.
And it wasn't because they had seen through Mr. Rockland’s disguise.
It was because... someone had provided them with information!
In other words, she and Dabu had been watched from the very beginning!
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