Chapter 146
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Chapter 146: The Puppet Master Behind the Scenes
The darkness outside the window seemed to foreshadow a terrible truth.
Bai Yan refrained from acting hastily, instead observing the captain, drenched in sweat. He understood that she couldn’t control herself in the face of the “King’s” power, and he couldn’t fault her for that.
What confused him, however, was his own reaction.
He shook his head gently and smiled. “Relax, Captain. Her Highness, the Queen of the Scarlet Moon, isn’t one to kill easily. We all know she is a reasonable person.”
“Your Highness, the Night Watcher came here just to convey a message to you.”
“We are certainly not enemies.”
Bai Yan was completely unafraid.
The reason they had dared to approach the Queen of the Scarlet Moon directly was that they knew she wouldn’t harm them.
Bai Yan was sure that the blood clan’s presence in the city wasn’t because Queen of the Scarlet Moon was a skilled fighter. No matter how talented she was, she couldn’t defeat the “Eyes of the Empire.” If the situation spiraled out of control, the downfall of the Blood Clan would be inevitable. The reason the Queen of the Scarlet Moon stood strong in this city was because of her rationality.
Yes, rationality.
The Blood Clan of Tatsumi City and the Dark Light Church were fundamentally aligned with order. Every time the Black Star Faction tried to destroy the city, they stepped forward to stop them.
The Blood Clan, led by the Queen of the Scarlet Moon, was a powerful entity in Tatsumi City’s underworld, controlling numerous industries. Her influence also kept the criminals of the Otherworlds in check.
So, when the “Emperor” came, it was nothing but empty threats; he had no real intention of destroying the Blood Clan.
If the Queen of the Scarlet Moon were gone, Tatsumi City’s Otherworlds would descend into even greater chaos.
“Rest assured, Captain,” Bai Yan continued. “This low-level trap and confusion won’t cloud the Queen’s judgment.”
“If we die here, it will only show that the Blood Clan killed the Demon Hunt Agency captain. The Blood Clan won’t want that to happen.”
Adelaide nodded slowly, adding, “We didn’t come to hunt the Blood Clan. We just want to know if you’ve had any contact with the Night Watcher.”
The Queen of the Scarlet Moon appeared domineering and intimidating, yet in truth, she was very reasonable. Despite operating close to the edge, she never broke the rules.
Both Lin Bian and Pastor had been beaten by the Queen of the Scarlet Moon, but neither had been killed unjustly.
Feather would never be murdered by the Blood Clan.
Bai Yan even believed, somewhat dramatically, that if he were to commit suicide at this moment, the Queen of the Scarlet Moon would kneel and beg him not to die!
If a war broke out between the Blood Clan and the Demon Hunt Agency, regardless of the outcome, the Blood Clan would surely fall—unless the Queen of the Scarlet Moon could defeat at least half of the Eyes of the Empire.
“We didn’t kill him.”
The killing intent began to dissipate.
Bai Yan knew he had completely convinced Adelaide. He turned with a relaxed expression, but didn’t see the “long-awaited” girl.
“She runs fast,” he muttered to himself.
“That’s fine. We’re almost there,” he thought silently.
Adelaide breathed a sigh of relief, her fear subsiding. “The Queen of the Scarlet Moon never lies, but I don’t know if we can trust her.”
“We’ll let the higher-ups decide.”
Bai Yan nodded gently, pulling out his phone. “Black Vulture just messaged me about the old man I saw with ‘Connection.’ We found concrete data on him in the database, starting from ‘Awakening’ level and above.”
“Who?” Adelaide’s gaze sharpened as she immediately inquired.
After a brief pause, Bai Yan responded, “Black Vulture discovered that the physical features of a prominent figure match that of the old man… The Left Hand of Dark Light, a high-ranking bishop of the Dark Light Church.”
Bai Yan and Adelaide exited the club together, both smiling.
“Captain, I’ll head back now. The sky is getting dark,” Bai Yan said.
Adelaide nodded absentmindedly.
“Good. We’ll continue our investigation tomorrow.”
But it wasn’t necessary anymore.
Bai Yan silently reflected as he walked into the night.
In reality, he had already started planning his next steps while in the car. Though the situation was unclear, he was certain the Dark Light Church was involved. Therefore, his next two moves were clear:
Clarify the misunderstanding with the Blood Clan.
Convince the Demon Hunt Agency that the Dark Light Church was behind the events.
Of course, there was a chance Bai Yan had made a mistake, and the Dark Light Church wasn’t responsible for killing Feather. But that didn’t matter—since the Dark Light Church wasn’t a righteous organization, they would eventually be dealt with.
Merete Chambers had likely already convinced the Demon Hunt Agency.
Bai Yan calmly pulled out his cell phone.
Meanwhile.
On Mr. Trap’s desk were two pieces of evidence.
One was Bai Yan’s extraordinary ability, “Connection.” The other was a small purple cube, continuously playing a video recording.
Miss Witch stood in the office, smiling at Mr. Trap. “This is the evidence we found. It’s highly likely he killed Feather.”
Mr. Trap stared silently at the image of the “Left Hand of Dark Light” before glancing at the purple cube. Inside was a very special recording—a video of the Dark Light Church’s high bishop, the Left Hand of Dark Light, meeting Feather, killing him, and draining his blood.
“How did you obtain this? Is it reliable? The prophecy book didn’t react to this incident, as usual,” Mr. Trap mused, deep in thought. The prophecy book had barely played any role over the past month, which was an ominous sign. It meant that an Outer God was watching this world.
Merete Chambers smiled, her expression earnest. “This is the live content I restored using the Relic. It traces back through time, so it’s very reliable. This is what really happened.”
This was a lie.
The first set of portraits was genuine, but the second piece of evidence was entirely fabricated by Merete Chambers.
Mr. Trap, calm as ever, asked, “What exactly are they trying to do?”
Merete Chambers replied with a smile:
“It’s the ‘Piety Chain.’ I wonder if the director has ever heard of this spell—mysterious and powerful enough to be considered taboo.”
“Piety Chain!”
As soon as Mr. Trap heard the name, he frowned.
Miss Witch continued, “As you saw in the footage, Feather witnessed the dissemination process of the ‘Piety Chain’ and was immediately silenced. The Dark Light Church is trying to shift the blame onto the Blood Clan to create chaos.”
Some spells in the Otherworlds are considered “taboo” because of their overwhelming power. Only true masters can wield them.
Falsifying evidence wasn’t Merete Chambers’ idea—it was Bai Yan’s. He wasn’t concerned about being exposed as a liar.
Having participated in many Babel Tower activities with the Hand of Dark Light, Bai Yan knew most of these facts to be true.
The conspiracy surrounding the “Left Hand of Dark Light” could confuse both the Blood Clan and the Demon Hunt Agency—but only if Bai Yan hadn’t intervened.
Instead of searching for evidence and deducing the truth, Bai Yan had fabricated false evidence, something the Left Hand of Dark Light never expected.
As a “prophet,” Bai Yan already knew who the “wolf” was.
All he needed to do was convince everyone.
Mr. Trap fell into contemplation, his expression serious. “In this case, they’ll go to war.”
Miss Witch smiled, saying nothing.
“Convene an emergency meeting immediately!” Mr. Trap ordered.
It was no longer just about “Feather.”
The murder of a senior Night Watcher had directly involved the ruling class of the Dark Light Church in the Euro League, a matter beyond the decision-making power of the Tatsumi City Demon Hunt Agency.
The prominent members of the Air Alliance needed to make a decision.
As Merete Chambers left the director’s office, her phone rang unexpectedly.
She froze for a moment as a familiar voice spoke through the phone.
“You listen to me well. Hmm, ‘This is a reliable account I reconstructed using my own Relic.’ Well said…”
“Don’t worry, Miss Witch. I will fulfill your dream sooner or later.”
Merete Chambers was stunned for a moment.
“You’re telling me you can monitor the Demon Hunt Agency director’s office?”
She squinted, a smile curling at the corner of her mouth. Things were getting increasingly interesting.
In the darkness, the city’s lights remained undiminished.
People were unaware that true “darkness” was already stirring.
“Profligate” had appeared.
After parting ways with Captain Adelaide, Bai Yan didn’t go straight home—he had other matters to attend to.
Standing calmly atop a building, Bai Yan looked down at the streets, giving commands to Babel Tower’s Core Operators via his phone.
As the Savior, Bai Yan was confident the “emergency mission” would be triggered soon.
Once Babel Tower’s Core Operators acted on orders, the Demon Hunt Agency would also forcefully investigate the Dark Light Church. With so many people influenced by the “Piety Chain,” it was impossible to find nothing.
This city was about to fall into chaos once again.
With that thought, Bai Yan leaped down.
Feather had died on these streets.
The spread of the “Piety Chain” had certainly begun here, and Bai Yan’s task was clear: eradicate them.
Bai Yan quickly moved through the streets and arrived at an ordinary house.
Inside, a family of four—a couple, a little girl, and an elderly grandfather—slept peacefully, unaware of his presence.
Bai Yan had already detected suspicious behavior from some people, and this family was one of them.
“Let’s remove them from here…”
Clearly, these individuals had been influenced by the “Piety Chain.”
Bai Yan squinted slightly, wondering how many others in the city had already been affected.
If left unchecked, Tatsumi City would soon be “assimilated” by the Dark Light Church. Whether the Church could maintain control after that was another matter.
He raised his hands lightly, unleashing a powerful force.
The Sun Anthem!
Intense golden sunlight burst from Bai Yan’s body, filling the room. A faint dark light emanated from everyone, even the pet parrot glowed with an eerie black light.
This dreadful “Piety Chain” affected all beings, not just the wise!
The golden sunlight, the nemesis of all evil, caused the dark light to melt away, disappearing without a trace.
Throughout the process, the sleeping family remained unaware of the changes.
Standing in the living room’s center, Bai Yan appeared like a shadow in the night.
He glanced at his phone, his brow furrowing slightly.
“The current influence of the Dark Light Church: 27%.”
Clearly, there was still much to do. But once the Demon Hunt Agency mobilized their investigation, this influence could be easily contained.
Babel Tower’s greatest limitation was manpower…
“What are you doing?”
Bai Yan sensed someone’s arrival before he heard the voice. He turned to see a visitor, offering a gentle smile.
The figure stood tall, wearing a dark brown fitted suit, a bronze raven mask, and black leather gloves.
It was the infamous Raven Reaper.
He stood by the dim window, observing “Profligate,” who had just performed “The Sun Anthem” in the center of the living room.
Faint voices stirred in the darkness.
“Are you a member of Babel Tower, Profligate? Why did light just emit from here?”
