"Mr. A" must be disguised by Mr. Temperance, right?
Of course, there's also an extremely small possibility that Mr. A wasn't actually killed, and Mr. Temperance deceived everyone.
No, that shouldn't be possible. He couldn't deceive Mr. Fool. So Mr. A really is dead. This person must be a fake.
Could it be another divine envoy in disguise?
That doesn't make sense.
Why would another Aurora Order divine envoy need to disguise himself as Mr. A? Using his own code name to host the gathering would be perfectly fine, unless he intentionally wanted to take his place.
In a brief moment, Audrey rapidly analyzed the situation.
She ultimately determined that the possibility of this "Mr. A" being disguised by Temperance was extremely high!
Silas didn't know his identity had already been seen through by Audrey. Or rather, even if it had been, he didn't care.
The people in the parlor formed small groups of twos and threes, conversing in low voices as the gathering proceeded normally.
At that moment, Audrey noticed a servant walk to "Mr. A's" side, lean down, and say something.
So "Mr. A" stood up and walked toward a small side room.
Has Mr. Temperance acquired new Roselle diary pages, or is there a new transaction that requires his witness?
Audrey couldn't help but speculate.
"Miss Audrey, what are you planning to buy?"
Just then, Xio beside her spoke up.
"Me?"
Audrey had originally just wanted to confirm whether Mr. A was really dead or not.
But after discovering that he was most likely Mr. Temperance, she no longer had any such thoughts.
"Um, I'm planning to buy some materials for making charms."
She said this without changing her expression. After becoming a Beyonder of the Spectator pathway, her ability to control her expressions had become increasingly masterful.
Even her own mother, who knew her well, couldn't discern her true thoughts, let alone Xio.
Inside the small room.
"Mr. A!"
The person waiting inside immediately rushed forward urgently.
This was a young man with an anxious and worried expression on his face. "Something's happened! Something big has happened!"
"Calm down and speak slowly."
Silas maintained an air of inscrutability, speaking indifferently.
"It's like this..."
Although his attitude was very calm, this young man couldn't control himself and continued shouting, "Many of the Lord's believers have disappeared!
My fellow followers, the lambs hiding throughout Backlund... they've all vanished without a sound, and I can't contact them anymore!"
That's right, I did all of it.
Silas happily answered in his heart, but the expression on his face became increasingly solemn.
"I've also noticed such things. It seems someone is secretly hunting the Lord's lambs."
"How can this be!"
Upon hearing this, the young man immediately showed a fanatical and furious expression.
"Blasphemy! Contemptible! His shameless acts will receive the Lord's punishment!"
Punish my ass. Let me punish you first.
Silas thought to himself, ignoring the curses directed at him by this completely deranged fellow.
He reached out and patted his shoulder, saying solemnly, "Our lamb, how many can you still contact now?"
"Apart from those who disappeared, I can basically contact all the rest."
The man answered.
"You know them all?"
Silas seemed slightly surprised.
"I love the Lord, and I equally love those companions who believe in the Lord.
I maintain friendly relations with every one of them."
The man said proudly.
Perfect. That saves me from finding them one by one.
Thinking this, Silas spoke up, "Then you go gather them all and bring them here.
Since someone is persecuting the Lord's lambs, then as a shepherd of the Lord, I naturally must shoulder the responsibility of protecting you all."
He spoke these high-sounding words, but in reality, he wanted to use this opportunity to catch all the remaining cultists in one net.
By now, the Aurora Order's forces in Backlund had been cleaned up quite thoroughly.
Those who had already become cult followers were extremely dangerous.
Even if they looked normal on the outside, they were actually madmen who could lose control at any moment.
Silas had cleared out the Beyonders among them, while the remaining ordinary believers were dealt with differently.
Among them, those who had been deceived into joining the church and hadn't participated in evil rituals like living human blood sacrifices, Silas directly modified their will and made them go turn themselves in at the various churches.
As for how the churches would treat them and whether they had ways to eliminate the evil god's influence, he didn't know.
But those guys who had already used blood sacrifice rituals to please the evil god and whose spirits had gone completely mad, Silas showed no mercy.
He discovered that these lambs were spread across every stratum of Backlund society.
Quite a few even held positions in key departments, able to transmit internal information for the Aurora Order.
It was precisely with the assistance of this group that the Aurora Order maintained its vitality despite being hunted and blocked by various forces.
They really are like cockroaches...
But fortunately, this time an idiot had voluntarily come forward, and he even wanted to bring everyone along with him.
"Praise the Lord!"
Hearing "Mr. A" speak such righteous words, the young man trembled with excitement.
The corners of his mouth split open all the way to behind his ears, revealing the white teeth and bloodied saliva inside.
"I'll go find people right away and make sure to bring everyone!"
"Even if you can't bring them, you must tell me their addresses and identities so I can protect them in secret."
Silas coaxed patiently, sending this fanatical and twisted believer out through the hidden door.
This was a good thing.
The believers received salvation, Silas cleaned up the Aurora Order, and the True Creator harvested a large batch of devout souls.
Everyone wins.
After sending him off, he returned to the parlor and unexpectedly bought a diary page from one of the attendees.
Theoretically speaking, Silas could directly scan the writing on the diary and then find any excuse not to buy the notebook.
This would save some money, but honestly, there was no need.
In the end, he handed over eight pounds and sent the man on his way.
Then, in the clamor of the parlor, he raised the parchment and slowly read the characters inscribed upon it.
It read:
"Bullshit! That damn Floren is showing off his family background to me again!"
"He told me that their Sauron family is a true Angel family, a powerful force in history capable of pushing forward the course of the world.
He even smugly wanted to take me on as his little brother. Screw him!"
"Angel family, what crap. Are you saying their family descended from heaven?"
"However, given that their family is part of the Intis royal family, Floren's words might have some credibility after all.
It's just that his attitude is truly detestable."
"Although I have no interest in becoming his little brother, I pretended to admire him and managed to wheedle quite a bit of information from him."
"Floren claims that their family's ancestor really was an Angel who led their family to create a glorious period in history.
However, that ancestor disappeared one day in the distant Fourth Epoch, along with the ancestor of the Einhorn family and that Red Angel."
"Hmm?"
Reading up to this point, Silas couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.
He seemed to have remembered something.