Chapter 470

Chapter 363 Wounded Person

South Tivyán, outside the Bishop’s Square.

Outside the Bishop’s Square, between houses 11 and 12 on Blue Weave Street, Gregor stood alone in a deserted alleyway. After hearing the voice that had just sounded in his mind, he was momentarily stunned. Then, he thought incredulously to the “detective,”

‘Mr. Detective… According to what you just said, could it be that His Grace the Duke and Her Highness Princess are under threat from the Eight Pinnacle Nest? Could their bodyguards have been replaced by people from the Eight Pinnacle Nest? The Eight Pinnacle Nest actually wants to assassinate the royal family?!’

Gregor couldn’t believe it. To replace the royal guards would require extraordinary capabilities. Even if they had a mole in the An Yin Bureau, obtaining intelligence on royal security personnel seemed too far-fetched.

‘Yes, these spiders originally planned to create chaos in the square and then assassinate the royal family. Now, we’ve already removed those hiding within the square. Ordinary citizens are safe, but we need your help to remove the remaining ones.’

In Gregor’s mind, the detective responded like this. After swallowing his saliva, Gregor continued to respond inwardly,

‘Alright… If it’s against these guys, I’ll go. But Mr. Detective, you want me to dress as if injured. I don’t know how to do that… Should I c*t myself?’

Gregor said with some trepidation, and soon the detective addressed his concern.

‘You don’t have to do it yourself. Someone has already been sent to help you. She’s here now, right behind you.’

‘Behind?’

Hearing this voice in his mind, Gregor was surprised. He quickly turned around to look behind him. There, at the entrance of the alley, he saw a woman in the form of a nun wearing a white nun’s habit.

“Church… nun?”

Seeing the nun appear before him, Gregor instinctively took two steps back. The nun, who wore glasses, held a medical kit and briskly walked up to him, bowing slightly before speaking.

“Hello, Mr. Black Dog. I’m here to assist you with your mission. We serve the same deity. You can call me White Pray…”

“White Pray…” Gregor murmured, shocked. He hadn’t expected the Rosy Cross to have an insider within the Church.

‘At the same time, inside the An Yin Bureau… the Church… and even other cults. How deep are the roots of the Rosy Cross? What are their intentions?’

Seeing the nun, Gregor couldn’t help but think with surprise. A moment later, the nun introduced herself again.

“The situation is urgent. Let’s begin immediately. Please, Mr. Black Dog, take off your outer clothes. I will make you appear wounded.”

“Oh… Alright…”

As she spoke, the nun opened her medical kit, taking out an emergency bl**d bag and a small kn*fe. Gregor, understanding her instructions, quickly removed his outer coat and sweater, leaving only an undershirt. The cold winter wind made him shiver uncontrollably.

Then, the nun used the kn*fe to tear part of his clothes, poured bl**d from the bag onto them, and wrapped bandages around various parts of his body, securing a stained cotton pad on his forehead to simulate injury. Soon, Gregor looked like a heavily wounded person, with torn clothes and bandaged wounds all over.

In the cold winter, Gregor stood there in thin clothing, covered in bl**d, trembling violently. He looked pitiful.

“Alright, your appearance is set. Now, go and cooperate with Mr. Detective’s team for your performance,” the nun said to Gregor after dressing him up. Shivering, Gregor nodded in response.

“Okay… But… I’m not very good at acting. If it needs to be realistic, maybe Detective needs to control it…”

Gregor said uncertainly, unsure how to act as a wounded person. However, the nun smiled and said,

“Don’t worry. The role Mr. Detective assigned you is simple. You can perform well without his manipulation.”

“You can perform well without manipulation…”

Gregor scratched his head, puzzled. The nun then turned her gaze toward the alley entrance where several figures were carrying an empty stretcher.

…

Late at night, the celebration in the Bishop’s Square continued, while Blue Weave Street remained silent, separated by one row of buildings from the square.

Unlike other parts of the street, several uniformed guards stood guard at the entrance of Number One Blue Weave Street, watching the surroundings intently.

The reason for the guards was that the most important guests of the New Year’s Eve party, Duke Barret and Princess Isabel, were watching the festivities from a balcony on the upper floor. Thus, the entire building and surrounding area were under strict surveillance to ensure safety.

Number One Blue Weave Street faced the Bishop’s Square directly. The princess and duke watched the show from the front balcony, while the back faced Blue Weave Street, with the rear door being a key focus for the guards.

At the rear door of Number One Blue Weave Street, the royal guards were still vigilant when they noticed several figures emerging from the darkness in the distance.

“Who’s there!”

Upon seeing the figures, the guard immediately warned loudly. His shout drew the attention of other guards nearby, who all turned their eyes toward the direction the first guard was looking. They saw the figures rapidly approaching.

“Who’s there! This area is under lockdown. If you want to pass, use another route!”

Holding their weapons, the guards, led by the captain, warned the approaching figures. As the figures got closer, they finally recognized them. Leading them was a man in a white coat with a mask, followed by four ordinary men carrying a stretcher with a bl**d-covered man lying on it.

“I apologize for the disturbance. I am Jack from the emergency medical station. There’s an urgent matter I need to discuss with you.”

Seeing the guards, the man in the white coat, named Jack, approached with a worried expression. The guard captain was momentarily startled, then lowered his guard slightly, asking with confusion,

“From the medical station? What’s the matter?”