This afternoon, Lex spent it in the tutoring cabin.
Besides reading Amelia's notes on the great Families of the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Epoch, Lex also caught up on a lot of common knowledge about secret, as well as his mother Amelia's records of secret organizations, and so on.
Regarding the records of secret organizations, his mother mainly recorded organizations that appeared in modern times, which largely overlapped with the information previously provided by the Watcher.
However, Lex also saw one or two older organizations among them, such as the Blood Worship Sect and the Eternal Life Society.
The former worships demons, and its internal structure includes the three great demon Families of North, Andrellard, and Belial.
Lex had seen the latter in the book of eternal life that morning and knew they worshiped the God of Death, but his mother's records also mentioned that the Eternal Life Society was a branch organization of the Numinous Episcopate. However, there were no further records about the Numinous Episcopate.
But since the Eternal Life Society is its branch, it must also be an organization that worships the God of Death and masters the 'Corpse Collector' pathway.
When Lex emerged from the tutoring cabin, he felt dizzy and disoriented from reading such a large amount of information. He went back to his bedroom and lay down for over half an hour before getting up to wash his face.
Outside the window, he heard the laughter of his younger brother Joe and younger sister Pasha. Standing by the window, Lex saw them playing with the parrot Grego.
It seemed Grego had taken Lex's warning to heart. When playing with the two children, it only made bird calls. Occasionally, when it spoke, it only repeated words the two children taught it, appearing like a normal bird.
After dinner, Lex, in his capacity as 'Duke,' arrived at the Sea Monster Tavern.
After a full day of rest, the Soul wounds seemed to have subsided, but the physical injuries were far from healed. Along the way, his wounds occasionally throbbed, reminding Lex to avoid engaging in physical altercations.
He pushed open the heavy wooden door of the tavern, and the familiar din and various complex smells rolled towards him like waves.
Lex immediately saw the Bartender behind the counter. Sanchi wasn't wiping glasses; he was conversing with a pretty girl. Evidently, his attention was entirely on the girl, and Sanchi didn't notice Lex's arrival until he sat on a high stool beside the bar.
"A Naville Beer," Lex said, tapping the bar.
"4 pence, please," Sanchi said without looking up. Suddenly, he froze, then turned sharply, exclaiming, "When did you get here?"
"Just as you and this Miss were chatting so animatedly."
Lex nodded slightly to the girl in greeting: "I hope I haven't disturbed you two."
"You go about your business; I'll come find you later."
After sending the girl away, Sanchi poured a beer and slammed the wooden mug full of beer in front of Lex: "Did you find your writer Miss?"
Lex chuckled: "I found her."
"You really went to Backlund? How was it there? I heard it's a super prosperous city, and even the street girls are prettier than ours!"
"It is indeed a prosperous city. As for whether the street girls are pretty, please forgive me for not noticing."
Lex picked up the wooden mug and drank his beer.
"So, when are you planning to get married? With your writer Miss?" The Bartender began to pick up glasses and wipe them.
Lex choked on his drink and coughed a few times, then shook his head, saying, "Listen, I was looking for that Miss to inquire about some things. I personally have no intentions towards her."
Sanchi was taken aback: "Is she very ugly?"
"No, quite the opposite, she is a beautiful lady. She has a lazy temperament, speaks humorously, and spending time with her is a pleasure in itself," Lex corrected the Bartender's Errorneous notion.
Sanchi shrugged: "Then why wouldn't you have any intentions towards her?"
"Wait, you don't have a problem in that area, do you?"
Lex glared at him: "Originally, I was going to give you some tips, but now it seems you don't need them."
And so, the Bartender, whose face had already broken into a smile, could no longer smile.
Just then, someone sat down next to Lex, followed by a voice that was old but full of vigor: "Bring your best wine to this gentleman next to me. I'd like to buy him a drink."
Lex laughed wryly: "The last fellow who wanted to buy me a drink didn't end up too well. Are you sure you want to do this, sir?"
He finished speaking before turning sideways to examine the elderly gentleman sitting next to him.
The gentleman was impeccably dressed; his formal wear and trousers were all pressed with straight lines. Lex noticed a golden cufflink on his sleeve, which bore a pattern: a hand holding a stemmed wine glass.
It looked like the emblem of some kind of club.
The old man's face was ruddy, his nose was large, and his facial muscles were full, which meant he didn't have many wrinkles. When he took off his hat, he revealed frosty white sideburns, but his scalp was completely bald, not a single hair to be found.
"There's no need to be so vigilant and wary, Mr. Duke. If I wanted to do something, you wouldn't even be able to walk through the tavern door."
The old gentleman smiled slightly and gestured to Sanchi: "Bring me a drink too. I've been traveling all day, and I'm starting to miss my bed at home."
Sanchi looked at Lex, clearly waiting for his response. Lex nodded slightly; since the other party knew his identity, they were clearly prepared.
At this moment, it was better to first ascertain the old man's intentions.
At the same time, Lex speculated about the other's identity.
The greatest possibility was that he was from Heimerk's side. In that case, if a battle broke out, he decided to seek refuge in St. Witt's Church.
In his current state, it was really not advisable to fight.
Only then did the Bartender pour a drink for the old man. The other party took a sip and commented: "Although it's homemade ale, the taste is quite good and rich. Compared to some unscrupulous taverns that water down their drinks, you're already pretty good."
With that, he raised his glass to Lex and smiled: "So, is ''Devil May Cry'' still handy?"
Lex's expression froze for a moment, then he feigned ignorance: "What Devil May Cry or wailing are you talking about? I don't know what you mean."
At the same time, he thought, how does this old man know about ''Devil May Cry''? Is he not Heimerke's man? When I hunted Hudson, I hadn't bought ''Devil May Cry'' yet, so even if they investigated me, they shouldn't know about this.
"You're very amusing."
The old man, however, was unconcerned. He drank his wine leisurely and said in a relaxed tone: "How about I help you recall?"
"Backlund, a secret gathering. How about it, does that ring a bell?"
"You should have used that weapon. You should know its value. Leaving aside its collection value, a 'Sacred Light' of Sequence 5 alone cannot be bought for two thousand pounds."
"Aren't you curious why you were able to buy this incredibly valuable weapon for 2100 pounds?"