Tap tap tap—
Stuart Art Exchange. A figure quickly walked towards the entrance.
“Miss Mond, you haven’t collected your… Miss Mond?”
The two female attendants at the front desk looked at the young woman who was walking away quickly and exchanged glances.
“What’s wrong with Miss Mond?”
“I don’t know… Maybe she has sothing urgent? Just give it to Mr. Pickman and have him hand it over to Miss Mond.”
“Is her relationship with Mr. Pickman that good?”
“Can’t you tell? This noble lady is definitely pursuing Mr. Pickman… Poor painter and noble lady… Isn’t that how romantic novels are written?”
“Indeed…”
…
Mond quickly walked out of the Stuart Art Exchange and quickly looked up, scanning the area.
Mayfair District in the early morning was like an Impressionist artwork. Both the neoclassical buildings and the flagstone floors were filled with warm yellow colors. The rain-soaked streets reflected the halo of the warm sun.
This was one of the few tis the weather was good in Ansu City. Many people chose to co out for a stroll and bask in the sun. The number of people and carriages on the streets was higher than usual.
Where is the Keyman?
She wanted to talk to them.
It was possible that different “Overseers” within the Society of rrint were unaware of each other’s plans, but the probability of their plans colliding was definitely not zero.
She needed to find the Keyman as soon as possible to see if she could clarify this misunderstanding.
It wasn’t that Mond hadn’t heard of the Keyman’s na. In fact, most of the Overseers within the Society of rrint who knew the Keyman held them in disdain. Many people believed the Keyman wouldn’t live through this year.
But Mond knew that a transcendent—especially a transcendent like the Keyman who could clearly sense death approaching—at this stage would likely abandon all cautious ideas and instead plan a reckless endeavor.
Clearly, she seed to have walked right into one of the Keyman’s insane plans.
No wonder the Keyman had cut off contact with the Chaos Squad and completely disappeared during this ti…
“Damn it…” Mond cursed inwardly.
She didn’t believe any of this was a coincidence.
She had co to Ansu City with a mission, and it was a mission from different organizations.
At this mont, she had two layers of identity disguise. The first layer was the daughter of a forr imperial marquis of the Devo Federation. This identity was even higher than that of a typical duke—that is, the ruler of a small principality—in the Devo Federation.
And her second identity was the vice president of the Pharos dical Association, a subordinate organization of the Natura dical Group. Her purpose in coming to Ansu City was to protect the personal safety of Professor Iva Lafayette and assist her actions.
Both of these identities were ant to disguise her identity as a mber of the Society of rrint—multiple layers of identity were a basic operation in the Society of rrint. If you didn’t have a few layers of disguise, you would be embarrassed to say you were from the Society of rrint.
Besides helping her ntor in North Ansu solve the “antidote production” problem and protecting Lafayette, her most important plan was to perfect her perfect reconstitution ritual.
She had a perfect plan… and that was to create an unprecedented cholera epidemic in Ansu City.
Because it was simply too suitable.
Ansu City hadn’t been without a cholera outbreak. Nearly ten years ago, Ansu City had experienced a severe cholera outbreak, but that was due to natural causes and only killed around 6,000 people, mostly commoners.
The cholera only made the upper-class nobles and wealthy change their habits—they drank less water and believed that water brought disease, and instead drank more alcohol to replace drinking water.
But Ansu City did not rebuild its sewers because of that cholera outbreak. The water sources were still polluted. The public health system was completely unreford. This made Ansu City a breeding ground for a second cholera outbreak.
She only needed to give it a slight push, and this ti, at least tens of thousands of people would die from cholera… And she, too, could use this to complete this perfect reconstitution ritual.
This was a very easy and straightforward perfect reconstitution ritual. There was almost no possibility of failure.
But at this very mont, the Keyman’s interference made Mond feel a sense of crisis.
If the Keyman truly saw through her plan, then destroying this plan would be incredibly easy… Even if they did nothing, just a single tip-off sent to Forte or Lafayette would completely expose her plan, identity, and mission.
Therefore, she urgently needed to find the Keyman now to prevent the crazed Keyman from directly “skinning” her and destroying her plan.
Should she find the Keyman?
Or avoid them?
Or… expose them before they found her…
The Keyman was too unpredictable. Trying to negotiate with them was almost equivalent to directly exposing herself, placing herself in a position of absolute weakness in negotiations.
An Overseer labeled a “coward” by their subordinates… Did she really need to be this afraid?
The current Keyman definitely had no information about Mond, but Mond knew the location of the Keyman’s remaining small team, and that team’s mbers were almost all captured by Forte.
Calm down. The advantage is mine.
Mond slowed her pace, adjusted her mindset, and slowly walked towards the Holy See of the Church of the God of Order.
She had to find Lafayette and tell her that there might be information from a “Subverter” trying to sow discord, preventing the Keyman from directly finding Lafayette and exposing her.
Originally, Lafayette should have left Ansu City long ago. It was only because of the information about the “brain” sent by a mole within the Redemption Society that Lafayette continued to stay in Ansu to deal with the problem.
What Mond didn’t notice was a raven on a street lamp, its head tilted, watching her the entire ti.
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