In another Funeral Attendant’s tribunal, at the rather sunny Earth Mother Goddess Court, this place was the most strict and cold. In terms of preserving the Church’s honor, these ancient traditional churches are all equally ruthless, or they would have collapsed long ago.

Little Red Roll did not suffer any severe torture. After waking up, he was very cooperative and detailed the process of how he obtained the Secret Treasure.

In various countries, Fake Embryos are impossible to prohibit. It is currently the perfect substitute for Divine Relics and Original Embryos. Compared to the difficulty of acquiring Divine Relics and Original Embryos, the Secret Treasure truly lives up to its name. Whether nobility or wealthy merchants, problems that can be solved with money are not problems at all. Moreover, in experiments conducted by the main Church Courts, the Fake Embryo’s effect is indeed remarkable. Although its potential cannot be measured, and whether it possesses the ability to transform like the Original Embryo into a Divine Relic is unknown, the existing effects already make people flock to it.

Rock said he was approached by a stranger at Hedan’s Maloca market, claiming he had extraordinary talent, suggesting he had the capabilities of a duke or minister. He just needed an opportunity for rapid advancement, and this opportunity was the Secret Treasure. Initially, he thought it was a scam, but the opposite party actually showed him the Secret Treasure. The power it exuded could not be faked; he believed most of it on the spot. Such an opportunity, even if it meant losing everything, was worth it. However, the price offered, although high, did not require them to lose everything.

Simmons also arrived. After learning the situation, when Rock saw Simmons, it was as if he saw his mother. “Boss, boss, save me! I am a devout Mother Goddess believer, not a heretic. I haven’t done anything treacherous. Don’t abandon me, boss~~~”

Simmons looked at the howling Rock speechlessly, even Travis felt a bit embarrassed, “We didn’t do anything, just asked some questions, and he cooperated quite well.”

“Stop screaming. Cooperate properly with the work and don’t miss any details!”

“Boss, I even confessed the color of my underwear.” Little Red Roll said aggrievedly.

“He’s trying hard, the artist has already sketched the appearance of the other party with about seventy to eighty percent accuracy, but it’s likely a disguise. It’s better than nothing,” Travis said, “Tomorrow, I will invite the bishop for a ritual cleansing to ensure there’s no chance of anything going wrong.”

In Simmons’ personal arrival, Travis was quite considerate. He knew that as the Glory Battle approached, Rock was also a main member of the Canon Law School. Eighty percent of the reason was to avoid future troubles.

“Captain Travis, I am deeply grateful!” Simmons said sincerely, this was a big favor he couldn’t ignore. Although the family had the capability, going through the case itself ensures no mistakes, having the bishop purify it effectively clears Rock’s Fake Embryo. “What exactly is this organization trying to do?”

Travis spread his hands helplessly, “If only their motivation was stronger, and their demands more, it would be easier for us to trace the clues, even resorting to certain measures.”

After all, one cannot just kill all those who used the Secret Treasure. In situations where there is no threat and only benefit, using excessive means, especially when those involved have a certain influence, would lead to major issues that even the Funeral Attendants couldn’t withstand.

Simmons also felt it was quite difficult, but this issue wasn’t his concern, “Then I’ll trouble the captain in the coming days.”

“Master Simmons, no need for such formality. By the way, are you familiar with that Li Xin in your team?” Travis asked.

“Li Xin, very familiar, my friend. He’s an elite I worked hard to recruit. As you know, this Glory Battle is extremely important for the Saint Grace Canon Law School and our George Family. If we don’t shine, we’ll truly fall into darkness.” Simmons jested, dealing with Travis straightforwardly, reciprocating favors, and treating him as a friend.

The George Family invested heavily in the Canon Law School, now is the time to prove themselves. If they can’t prove themselves, the family’s further decline would be inevitable, and they might never have another opportunity.

Travis nodded, “Li Xin is a Night Patrol of the Moon God’s Court, but he’s registered with us, considered a collaborator.”

Simmons smiled, “I know. Actually, my real goal is to bring him over to our side. All the world’s talents should come to us, Moncalleta.”

Travis understood, and didn’t say much more.

He gave Simmons such consideration not just because he was an heir to the George Family. Major family heirs aren’t rare. The George Family belongs to the progressive faction, close to the civilian population. Travis, being of common origin, didn’t speak much during their meetings, but Simmons always respected him, conducted himself steadily, and took the bold gamble of betting on the Canon Law School, something few dared to do. Travis believed that this young man would achieve even greater success in the future.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, interpersonal relationships are also a craft. Simmons indeed has a bit of charm.

After personally seeing Simmons off, Rock also felt relieved. The captain’s presence meant his issue was not really an issue. The Secret Treasure’s integration is irreversible; in essence, it’s a trade for power. Who wouldn’t make such a trade?

Besides, he gained power to serve the Canon Law School.

This case is significant, yet not urgent. Throughout the interrogation process, Rock showed no signs of lying and cooperated actively. Clearly, it was simply a matter of obtaining power. The necessary information had also been obtained, with a few reports at Travis’s side and several others at headquarters. Most involved were Canon Law School elites. The current handling method is to keep a record; the opposing individuals used fake identities and disguises, clearly proficient in camouflage and likely possessing some ability in this area, always charging Gold Lira.

For now, it’s concluded. At the bishop’s side, with the George Family’s influence, solving Rock’s problem shouldn’t be difficult.

Just as he was about to rest, the Funeral Attendant’s whistle sounded. This meant there was a vicious secretive incident. Travis’s face darkened as a team member rushed in quickly.

“Captain, that person appeared again, on Mass Street.”

Travis shook his coat, “Let’s move out!”

For several months, there were continuous secretive murder cases. At first, they were handled by the Council Hall’s Inspection Bureau. But later, when it involved Spiritual Ability Users, it was handed over to the Funeral Attendants. The victims would lose organs, some hearts, some spleens and lungs, and some had their entire spines hollowed out. The methods were extremely skilled, indicating a deep knowledge of human anatomy.

Moreover, the victims were all Awakened, some of whom were not weak in skills.

The case was suppressed, and not allowed to be reported by the Hex Bird Report. If it fermented and caused panic, things would escalate. This case was the top priority for the Funeral Attendants, like the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads. The Church Court demanded a swift identification of the perpetrator.

It was already deep in the night. When Travis arrived, the Funeral Attendants had already made special arrangements. Roadblocks were set up at the street corner, along with a simple confusion array, so that ordinary people would simply ignore this area.

Entering the scene, the deceased was found in a pile of garbage. A forty-something Awakened from Moncalleta, who operated a toy shop, and his heart was missing.

The murderer was not a Fallen, as Fallen could not resist the allure of spiritual abilities and fresh blood. This might also not be the primary crime scene, only the dumping ground of the corpse by the murderer.

There have been nine victims so far.

The faces of the Funeral Attendant team members didn’t look good. This case had dragged on for a long time with no clues at all. At this rate, the Hex Bird Report might not be able to suppress it any longer, and more people were becoming aware of it.

The area was already on lockdown, and both the Funeral Attendants and the Inspection Team were investigating, but it was mostly in vain. This was a large city with millions of people, making it extremely difficult to track a top-tier Ability User.

The body was handled very cleanly, with the soul completely dissipated, leaving no trace to extract for investigation. Travis knew that even tracking-type Ability Users would likely find no clues. The previous cases were the same, leaving very few leads for them, but Travis still sensed some subtleties. The perpetrator was definitely not alone, but part of an organization, with members skilled in ambushes, dissections, cleaning up, and coordinating very well. Such body dumping even carried a sense of provocation. What could require complete organs?

Travis was an experienced Funeral Attendant and had encountered all sorts of secretive events. Sometimes intuition was more accurate than what the eyes saw, and he felt this matter would be big.

“Boss, what should we do? Those above might again…”

The team member hadn’t finished speaking when Travis’s figure appeared as a trail of afterimages, disappearing in an instant, rushing towards the street corner. A figure fled in panic, but there was no way he could be faster than Travis and was directly subdued.

“Don’t, don’t act rashly, Captain Travis, I’m the Hedan Bounty Report’s journalist, Emmas, one of your own, one of your own.” A tall, skinny man with glasses hurriedly raised his press card. He was from the Hedan Bounty Report, always chasing big news.

The Hedan Bounty Report is a local bird report in Moncalleta. Although not having the scale and fame of the Hex Bird Report, as it was a local report, it had a significant audience in Hedan, with fierce competition between them. The bird report dared not publish what the Hedan Bounty Report would boldly cover.

Travis’s face turned a bit unsightly. He despised journalists, who often ruined things rather than making them, whether it’s the Bird Report or the Bounty Report. However, this profession had received support from Grandmaster Vladimir, and with its rapid emergence, it had amassed a large popular base, leaving them with no solution.

“Take him back,” Travis said in a deep voice.

“Captain, Captain Travis, I truly am a journalist. Do you intend to abuse your authority?” Emmas showed no fear and even had excitement in his eyes.

Travis smirked, “You appeared at the crime scene, which makes you a potential suspect. What’s the problem with cooperating in an investigation? Or are journalists Saints?”

Emmas didn’t expect this major captain to be so sharp-tongued, “No problem, of course, I’ll cooperate. I am a good citizen of Hedan. I’ve been pursuing the recent murder cases. These murderers are too cruel. It’s like they treat killing as an art form.”

“What did you say?” Travis’s eyes turned fierce, his aura erupted, and ordinary people like Emmas suddenly found it hard to breathe.

“Cough, cough, cough, captain, I’ve researched some situations, deducing it myself.” Emmas’s voice weakened. Damn, how terrifying, they say Funeral Attendants are monsters in human skin, seems there’s something to it, wow, if he could go deep, there’d definitely be big news, could he be on his way to being cool and rich?

Travis knew he wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. He needed more intel. By dawn, he’d likely have to face a storm of criticism…

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