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"The Six Rings Warlock, originally named Jack Deon, male. That ring capable of realizing gender transformation, according to intelligence, comes from the Blood Spirit School you\'ve mentioned. They\'ve always been skilled in flesh-related arcane techniques and possess a multitude of strange relics.

Dammit, those madmen have all run off to the New World, yet they haven\'t forgotten to cause trouble for us."

The professors of Saint Byrons had said that the ancient organization known as the Blood Spirit School was pursued by the Church of the Five Gods.

"The True God Church has known about his infiltration into Tobesk City for a while. Recently, they\'ve been suspecting his concealment within the Nightingale Club, the place you\'ve mentioned before. Only, no one expected that he could completely change his appearance, which is why the church has been unable to find him. As for his relationship with Mr.

Lawrence, it\'s not clear whether it\'s due to the relic ring\'s influence that distorted his orientation, or if there\'s another reason."

"Relics can even distort... orientation?"

Shard asked, as the Old Cleric wore a look of regret:

"Relics might distort any aspect of human personality and thought, depending on the nature of the relic itself. For instance, if there is a relic\'s effect that involves creating food from excrement, then it might be possible... oh, never mind, I can\'t even continue."

He and Shard adjusted their expressions together, then the priest warned the detective:

"Since both Lady Lassoya and the squad from the True God Church have appeared, the church is likely to carry out the arrest tonight. You must not involve yourself in this matter; it\'s incredibly dangerous."

"But the doctor might still be unaware of the Circle Sorcerer squad\'s presence, should we tell him?"

As he said this, the sound of young girls\' laughter traveled from the garden path facing the statue; the Old Cleric and the young detective quickly moved to another path behind the statue: Find exclusive stories on empire

"Bill might indeed be unaware."

Priest Augustus pondered, then looked at Shard:

"I saw Luisa just now, I thought like me she was simply invited by chance, surely here to aid the doctor. Since Lassoya has entered the big house at Lakeside Manor, you should stay away, go to the front courtyard and find Luisa, inform her of the current situation.

I will go inside the mansion to find the doctor; since he\'s not visible in the garden, he must already be inside preparing to take action."

"Alright, no problem."

Shard nodded solemnly, and Priest Augustus asked:

"Do you have relics and spellcasting materials on you?"

"I do."

He patted his pocket.

"That\'s good, but unless it\'s absolutely necessary, do not use the powers of a Circle Sorcerer in front of ordinary people. Hamilton Detective, be careful."

"Priest Augustus, you too watch out for safety. Speaking of which, my luck seems to be quite good tonight."

He hoped to gain some insight from the elder, but obviously, Priest Augustus couldn\'t comprehend how good Shard\'s luck truly was:

"Gifts from fate all come at a price, Detective. Magicians cannot rely on luck."

So the two of them acted separately, since neither knew exactly how far things had progressed, both were in a hurry.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

After leaving the Garden Maze, Shard rounded the end of the small path, following along the shadow of the mansion to the front courtyard of the manor house. Before he had a chance to look around, a burly drunkard nearby grabbed him:

"I\'ve seen you! Tell them whether I am a deserter or not!"

The middle-aged man, reeking of alcohol and robust in stature, forcibly pulled Shard to the side of the banquet table.

It wasn\'t until the light shone upon him that Shard recognized the drunkard as Captain Lades, who he had last seen at the Lucky Southern Cross Club, and who had been mocked by his companions for "firing eight shots at his own head in an attempt to commit suicide, to demonstrate his loyalty to the King."

It looked like a similar situation this time: the intoxicated captain somehow recognized Shard, or more likely, just grabbed someone at random, and dizzily brought him into the midst of the crowd.

"Lades, your story is already ridiculous enough, do you also want to be disgraced at the banquet?"

A brown-haired man in his thirties, holding a wine glass, commented. He was very tall, dressed in a black formal suit, and while speaking, he smiled apologetically at Shard. The others tried to help this innocent bystander get away from Captain Lades, but were all pushed away by the drunken officer. He was somewhat unconscious by now, and his slurred speech made it hard to distinguish the words:

"I\'m not a coward, I really did not want to endure the shame of being captured, so I fired the gun at my own head! That gun, that gun I bought some time ago as an antique, was supposed to be just for decoration, I never intended to use it."

"But did you manage to fire the antique pistol successfully?"

The man with the wine glass asked.

"Of course, the bullet caliber matched the ones I had on me."

The inebriated captain replied. Under the candlelight\'s glimmer, Shard noticed that the front of his uniform was thoroughly soaked:

"Since the bullet was fired, how could you possibly still be alive?"

"How would I know! Is God joking with me? I put the gun to my head and pulled the trigger, eight times! Eight times! And the bullets all hit the person next to me! I collapsed!

I truly collapsed! Oh God, do you no longer wish to watch over me?"

Finally, the captain released Shard and leaned against the table, crying. Shard wanted to leave but suddenly noticed that the captain had put his hand inside his coat and then pulled out an all-black revolver. It was clearly an antique, despite being well-maintained, but the passage of time could not be erased by mortal efforts.

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"Hmm? Could this really be a [Relic]?"

Shard thought, surprised.

"Oh, why did you bring this thing to the banquet!"

The friends of Captain Lades hurried over, worried that the captain waving the antique gun would alarm the other guests. But they were not concerned about the direction of the gun\'s barrel, as the revolver was supposed to be unloaded.

"Put it away quickly!"

People urged, but the captain staggered and reached for the person next to him, then grabbed Shard, who had not managed to leave in time:

"Sir, look, it\'s this thing, not me! I really fired the gun! I held it against my head but somehow couldn\'t kill myself. The enemy snatched the gun and aimed it at me, and he... he ended up..."

With a loud rip, the drunken captain exerted force, tearing off the entire right sleeve of Shard\'s formal attire.

Shard was still absorbed in Captain Lades\' incredible story and didn\'t react in time, his mind preoccupied with how expensive the garment could be. Finally losing patience, Captain Lades\' friends restrained the drunken officer and took the antique revolver from him.

"Sir, I am truly sorry,"

One of them apologized to Shard. He ejected the cylinder to make sure it was indeed unloadable, and then, with the cold antique still in his hand, handed it over to Shard:

"Lades has really had too much to drink. Take this gun as compensation for your attire. Sir, don\'t be in a hurry to refuse. We believe that keeping this gun away from Lades might help him get over this quicker. We were not mocking him just now; it\'s just that he got drunk and brought up this subject again... Who could understand such matters?"