Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 423 - 423 Two hundred eighty

423: Two hundred eighty.

The storm is approaching 423: Two hundred eighty.

The storm is approaching The bluestone road surface after the rain retained puddles that reflected the gloomy and overcast streets.

The ripples in the water were blown by the cold wind, sweeping up the fallen leaves and drifting them away.

A lavish carriage adorned with Baron Joseph’s family emblem approached and stopped before a puddle, and a figure stepped down.

Seeing leaves at this time was a rare sight.

Lu Li retracted his gaze, thinking to himself as he looked up at the Hades Detective Agency.

Thump thump thump thump—

A middle-aged man in a gray-brown vest stood on a stool, hammering a sign.

[Shelter Tavern]

That’s what was written above.

Could it be that Hades planned to hold multiple jobs for the sake of shillings?

The installation of the sign was nearly complete, and after a few firm knocks, he stepped down from the stool.

Just as he was about to move the stool, he noticed Lu Li and the ostentatiously luxurious golden carriage behind him and politely said, “Sir, we will not officially be opening until three days from now, if you—”

“I’m looking for Hades.”

“Hades?” the middle-aged man asked perplexedly, “Didn’t you know?

He left Belfast last week.”

“He left?”

The carriage and the atmosphere complemented Lu Li—so the middle-aged man told him in detail why this had happened.

He was a tavern owner from Conch Town, and like most people there without old age, he longed for the bustle of Belfast.

Recently, an exorcist calling himself Hades had contacted him, claiming his tavern was haunted.

The middle-aged man thought he was a scammer until he witnessed the battle between Hades and the ghost.

The outcome of the battle was naturally Hades defeating the ghost, but Hades told the middle-aged man his tavern had a connection to hell, and this ghost was just the weakest one that had accidentally escaped.

If customers from hell kept coming, it would not just be him; the whole of Conch Town would be destroyed.

Fortunately, Hades could resolve these oppressive channels.

He suggested they exchange the tavern for a house in Belfast and even produced the deed—

The dazed middle-aged man opted for the exchange, feeling something was off, because what kind of exorcist carries around a deed to a house during exorcisms?

“However, after I came here, I unexpectedly found it quite nice.

It’s close to the business and wealthy districts; the house could directly be turned into a tavern, fulfilling my dream of settling in Belfast, except that the place is a bit small.”

“Mr.

Hades said that when the rainy season arrives, the factories and out-going ships stop working, and the residents with nothing else to do can only choose to go to the tavern for entertainment.

Rather than worrying about having no customers, I should worry about how to fit more in,” the middle-aged man spoke with gratitude in his voice, reflecting, “He proactively helped me with the exorcism and exchanged such a good house with me, he really is a good man.”

The middle-aged man had shades of Lu Li’s past self—taken advantage of by Hades yet still regarding him as a good person, but Lu Li already knew the truth, something the middle-aged man clearly hadn’t realized yet.

Just like the Exorcist Realm in Belfast’s assessment of Hades—the disgrace of exorcists.

If the price is right, he could even moonlight as a tavern dancer.

At this moment, the Jimmy siblings were in Watch Town; otherwise, perhaps they could have visited Hades.

After inquiring about the location of his former home in Conch Town from the middle-aged man, Lu Li returned to the carriage, drove onto the main road, and approached the beach.

…

The bustling and lively Rhodest Port was eerily silent, with large and small ships crowded in the harbor and along the coastline, bobbing like a row of cold, dead bodies with the tide.

The seagulls that once circled overhead were gone, leaving only dark crows roaming against the backdrop of gloomy clouds in the distance.

The terrifying clouds over the sea approached Belfast City, accompanied by frequent flashes of lightning, pressing low enough to seem as though they might touch the lighthouse at the very tip of Crescent Bay’s rocky area.

On the beach, a young boy ran back toward his skirt-holding mother who was chasing after him.

Anres Brothers’ Underground Pipeline Repair Station.

The carriage stopped by the roadside, and Lu Li got out, surveying the surroundings.

Pedestrians hurriedly walked past on the damp cobblestone path.

The sea breeze from over the sea blew through Lu Li’s black hair.

Lu Li turned back to inform the female coachman that she could leave; he did not know how long he would stay at the investigators’ base, but the coachman insisted on waiting there until she could take him back to the Detective Agency.

Looking up at the clouds over the sea, Lu Li nodded his head and walked into the repair station.

“…Professor Marion Gary believes that the massive storm clouds attacking today will hit Belfast and their slow pace will see them envelop Belfast for three to five days.

This duration poses a great challenge to the drainage of the subways on the Ailen Peninsula.

However, residents of Belfast City need not worry unless gigantic waves hundreds of meters high assault Belfast…”

The radio on the counter was broadcasting the news, and there were only a few sporadic customers in the shop.

Disguised staff smiled at Lu Li as they watched him walk deeper into the store, passing the “Investigators and The Black Crow” mural and entering the underground section.

Under the window disguised as a sewer entrance, buckets filled with leaking water were placed, and the main hall hadn’t changed much from half a month ago, though the “bartender” in the resting area had been replaced.

“I thought you would brave the storm to get here.”

At a round table near the fireplace, an early-arrived figure smiled at Lu Li, “The servant told me you had just been at my house, so I guessed you would come looking for me.”

“I thought you’d be on duty next week,” Lu Li said as he sat opposite Tesla.

“It was supposed to be, but something came up.

Oh, I already ordered the milk for you,” Tesla silenced Lu Li before he could call for Alliance Personnel and continued, “Tristan ran into some trouble, so I came a week early.”

Tristan, the person in charge of Belfast.

That friendly, talkative big guy who was hard to associate with an investigator.

“Strange?” Lu Li furrowed his brow.

“It involved untransformed followers of the Evil God, who were previously villagers from a village on the Ailen Peninsula.

They all suddenly appeared in Belfast a few days ago, and while investigating them, Tristan was captured and sacrificed to the Evil God.”

“When is the funeral?

I’ll go,” Lu Li took the milk handed over by the Alliance Personnel, “Thanks.”

Tesla smiled, his demeanor far from somber, “He said there’s no need; attending his own funeral would be odd.”

Putting the cup down on the table, Lu Li stayed quiet, staring at Tesla, waiting for him to continue.

“Alright, I shouldn’t expect you to eagerly ask me what exactly happened.”

Tesla said helplessly.

“That Evil God is a chaotic entity; during the sacrifice, it found Tristan more unique than all its followers, so it asked Tristan if he wanted to become an Upper Follower, to receive status and the power it bestowed.

As a result, Tristan became the spokesperson for this Evil God and took care of those Lower Followers who had captured him.”