Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1229

"What's Hathaway up to?"

Tailing someone was a terrible habit, but Jenkins was currently in the sky, following her in plain sight, so it didn't really count as tailing.

The unicorn carried him all the way to the mining district on the city's east side, where the glowing dots of several familiar figures soon appeared in his field of vision. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveIꜰire.net

"Magic Miss, Mr. Hood... damn it, today's not a meeting day, is it?"

The last gathering had been about a month ago. In the time since, with the city's deteriorating security and the increasing number of strange occurrences, Mr. Hood had prioritized safety and hadn't organized another meeting.

Jenkins used to check the advertising column of the Nolan Evening Post every week to see if a gathering was imminent, but after his unexpected trip to Ruen, he couldn't get his hands on a copy.

Hathaway, Magic Miss, and Mr. Hood didn't run into each other, instead entering an abandoned silver mine at the edge of the district one after another. A short while later, Mr. White Cat and Silver Flute Miss also appeared, having arrived together, likely having met on the way.

"Alright, so it really is a meeting day... Come to think of it, this seems to be the first time it has been scheduled during the day."

Generally, even legal gatherings wouldn't be held in a derelict mine in the remote suburbs in broad daylight. Jenkins was once again struck by just how cautious Mr. Hood was. When he finally found the group deep inside the mine, everyone reacted with surprise and hostility.

He announced, then realized his signature identifying feature—his white cat, Vanilla—was not perched on his shoulder. He quickly opened his hand to reveal his purple soul emblem. When the purple pentagram materialized, the group let out a collective sigh of relief.

"Oh, Mr. Candle, you gave me quite a fright. If you don't mind, please bring your cat to the next meeting. Otherwise, I'm not sure how else to recognize you."

The others were also cloaked in hoods or using other disguises, but the startling way Jenkins had burst into their gathering was what had put them on edge.

With their identities confirmed, the new meeting officially began. At the end of this branch of the mine tunnel, surrounded by tools and excavation marks left by miners, the group came to a stop.

Jenkins deliberately chose to stand beside Hathaway, but she remained wary of the stranger known as "Mr. Candle," instinctively taking a step to the side.

"My friends, it's a pleasure to see all of you again. Last month was absolutely dreadful. Angels, appearing in the city! My god, I never thought I'd live to see such a thing."

Mr. Hood's opening remarks were exceptionally long this time, but everyone understood. The event was certainly worth reflecting on.

Everyone had their own comments and opinions on the matter, so a great deal of valuable information was shared even before the official intelligence exchange began.

Only Jenkins remained silent. He was glad to see Mr. Hood again. After all, he was Rynsarm Carmel's son, another person entangled in the Carmel family curse.

Last week, after Jenkins and the old elf had allowed Rynsarm to be sacrificed, the curse had been lifted, but the other two people connected to the Carmel family had also met their eternal demise. To be honest, Jenkins had been a little worried about Mr. Hood.

Seeing him now, and finding him unharmed, Jenkins was naturally relieved.

But he also wondered if, as the murderer of Mr. Hood's father, he should be more careful in his dealings with him. Yet, considering the complicated relationship between Mr. Hood and the cursed old man, he was probably overthinking things.

Besides keeping an eye on Mr. Hood, Jenkins's attention was mostly fixed on Hathaway beside him. Perhaps he was being too obvious, because eventually even Magic Miss spoke up to ask:

"Mr. Candle, you're acting a bit strange today. You're usually the first to arrive, but today you were nearly late. Also, I've noticed you've been staring at Skylark Miss. That's not a good habit. She may present herself as a young lady, but she could very well be a man stronger than you are."

"No, she's definitely a girl. I've confirmed that."

Jenkins thought to himself, then noticed everyone was looking at him. He composed himself, cleared his throat, and prepared to speak.

Although he hadn't prepared to attend a meeting before arriving, since he was here, he might as well make a good showing.

"Speaking of which, isn't the Corpse Gentleman's gathering due to start soon? Damn, being away from Nolan for a week has really put me behind on things."

He thought to himself as he began to speak aloud:

"When it comes to the matter of the fallen angels, my information is actually a bit more detailed than any of yours."

He chose his words carefully, wanting not only to tell his friends a part of the truth but also to "hint" to Hathaway about his connection to the Sage Church. Some things couldn't be kept secret forever, and he knew that well.

"There were a total of four angels that descended upon Nolan that day. You all saw the pillar of light that defeated three of them... No, Magic Miss, it wasn't the divine ritual, Sunflare Cannon, as you guessed. And no, Mr. Hood, it had nothing to do with B-02-2-8739, the Heartlight. I was in the city center at the time and witnessed with my own eyes that beam of light emerge from the vicinity of the Sage Church and illuminate the entire sky..."

There wasn't a hint of a lie in his words, as the apartment the old elf had rented was indeed near the church.

"It was an arrow. At least, when I observed it from up close, that's what it looked like. As for why that arrow was so powerful, perhaps only the gods know. Moreover, near the church, I vaguely saw the silhouette of someone drawing a bow. That silhouette looked a bit like someone I've investigated before..."

Since Jenkins didn't elaborate, everyone except Hathaway assumed he was uncertain of his own judgment and began discussing what kind of arrow could possibly slay an angel.

A cold sweat had broken out on Hathaway's back. Mr. Candle's tone was so peculiar, and he kept staring at her, dropping hints about the "Sage Church" and having "investigated" someone. Her mind immediately jumped to that shameful, cowardly antique shop apprentice who had no regard for a girl's feelings.

"No, that's impossible."