Silas's choice not to immediately kill Mr. A had been correct, because hidden within this guy's brain was quite a bit of valuable information.
"Well? Did you find it?"
Silas asked.
"No."
M moved her pale, slender fingers back and forth inside Mr. A's head. After searching through his memories, she shook her head, her tone slightly regretful.
"Sequence 4 is considered high-ranking within the Aurora Order. Related intelligence is kept secret from him."
"What a shame."
Silas sighed.
This way, one avenue for obtaining the potion formula had been lost.
"Should I continue searching for other intelligence?"
M asked.
"Check the Aurora Order's organizational structure in Backlund, members, gathering locations, things like that."
Silas said, his calm voice containing rising killing intent.
"Ugh... ah..."
As if sensing the malice in Silas's tone, Mr. A struggled to make sounds, his eyes recovering some measure of clarity.
He seemed to want to resist, but soon M's other hand caressed his forehead, gently yet unquestionably modifying his will.
His gaze became confused, allowing her to excavate his brain matter and explore the secrets within.
"Found it."
M said.
"The Aurora Order's membership roster in Backlund, along with addresses of secret strongholds.
Aside from the vast majority of ordinary believers, the Beyonders are basically Secrets Suppliants and Listeners, with only a small number of Shadow Ascetics and single-digit Rose Bishops..."
"Not only that, because of their previous conflict with the Goddess's church, it seems quite a few people died."
She continued to supplement.
"Only this many personnel?"
Silas couldn't help but laugh, saying to Mr. A's skull, "What a waste of an organization."
If Mr. A were in a conscious state and heard these words, he would definitely refute them.
As an extraordinary organization ostracized from all sides, being able to develop to this extent was already quite remarkable.
"Wait a moment."
M suddenly discovered something. "Within the Aurora Order in Backlund, there's also a Saint."
"A Saint?"
Silas furrowed his brow.
According to internal Nighthawks materials, the Aurora Order had a total of five Saints and twenty-two Divine Envoys.
In a metropolis like Backlund, having one Saint stationed there was a very reasonable thing.
But the gap between Sequence 4 and Sequence 5 was simply too vast.
His current self definitely had no way to defeat a Saint. The other party would be a major obstacle to his clearing out Aurora Order forces.
Or to put it even more plainly, if news of him killing Mr. A got out, this Saint might very well come hunting for him.
"The Dark Saint, Kersma. Sequence 4 of the Secrets Suppliant pathway."
M explained. "But he recently left Backlund. It seems he went to sea..."
Not in Backlund, huh.
Silas thought to himself.
Though he didn't know what reason had caused this Saint to leave Backlund, he had to accelerate his pace now, completely clearing out the Aurora Order's forces before the other party returned.
"Any other critical intelligence?"
Silas asked.
"The Aurora Order seems to also have a cooperative relationship with the Demoness Sect.
I saw a Demoness suspected to be Sequence 4 appear in his memories."
"What are they cooperating on?"
Silas frowned.
Another Sequence 4...
"This part of the memory is sealed. Forcibly excavating it might cause trouble."
"Then leave it for now."
Silas said.
Hearing him say this, M withdrew her fingers from Mr. A's head in one smooth motion, her figure disappearing along with it.
"The Lord will punish you... you'll regret this..."
Mr. A's eyes were unfocused, yet his mouth still stubbornly spoke.
Silas couldn't be bothered with him. He simply grabbed his hair and stuffed his head back into his stomach.
Having done this, he raised his head.
It was nighttime now.
The sky had completely darkened, and the bedroom lights weren't on, making it pitch black.
He stood silently in the darkness.
After a long while, he slowly turned and lay down on the bed. Without washing up or eating dinner, he simply closed his eyes directly.
No one cared anymore whether he ate or not, so there was no need to pretend to be a normal person anymore.
Let's just leave it at this for today.
Rest a bit, recover spirituality. Tomorrow, pack up, move out from here. After settling in, go clean up those Aurora Order bastards...
Silas closed his eyes, contemplating the things he needed to do afterward.
Only by constantly having thoughts surge through his mind, constantly thinking forward, could he avoid being overtaken by those surging emotions of grief.
"Meow."
The bed beside him sank slightly.
The little black cat had jumped up, calling out to him.
Silas didn't open his eyes but used his hand to embrace it, drawing it close to his body.
The little creature's body was warm, making purring sounds. In this cold, lonely night, it became his only comfort...
The night passed.
When Emily woke the next day, she discovered that the rooms of the two upstairs tenants had become completely empty, showing no trace of habitation.
The Anderson siblings' belongings had all vanished without a trace, as if their arrival had merely been a fantasy of her own.
---
At the same time, somewhere in East Borough.
Silas, wearing a modified face, carried only a travel suitcase as he walked along the street.
Though this case looked quite cheap, it actually contained various materials, potions, and Beyonder items with a total value exceeding ten thousand pounds.
After leaving 8 Howstin Street, he needed to find a new dwelling.
For the needs of role-playing, it was best to remain in East Borough.
He had many secrets and couldn't share a residence with others. As for price, that didn't matter...
Lost in thought, he had already arrived in front of an independent building.
This building's glass windows were all blocked by curtains.
Outside stood quite a few idle, vicious-looking men who were chatting and arguing.
Passersby who walked here didn't dare glance over, merely keeping their heads down and quickening their pace to leave.
The Reman Gang's headquarters.
Silas ignored the gang members standing at the entrance and strode directly inside.
These people acted as if they hadn't noticed him at all, continuing their conversations.
He passed through the hall, went up to the second floor, walked all the way to the office where the leader was located, and pushed the door open directly.
"Who?"
In the office, hearing the door being pushed open, the current head of the Reman Gang, Charles, looked up in surprise.
"Charles, long time no see."
Silas revealed his form and spoke to him.
"This voice... Mr. Anderson!"
Charles's face first stiffened, then quickly showed a welcoming expression. "You really haven't come in quite a while!"
Heh, you're not exactly hoping for me to come either, are you?
Silas thought to himself.
He and this gang had a purely mutually exploitative relationship.
Previously, he'd even had them investigate news about human trafficking, originally thinking this would draw the attention of related personnel and lead to the entire gang's destruction.
Who knew he would accidentally break into Cappin's mansion due to an unforeseen event and discover clues ahead of time.
"I came today because there are some things I need your help with."
He said.