The Night Owl dragged the unconscious Joey into the carriage. An investigation concerning him would urgently comnce tonight, given that his position as an Upper-Rank Knight and a core force of the Purification chanism made this issue quite serious.
It was truly an unpleasant night. Having deployed significant manpower, the expectation was to capture a latent internal threat, but who could have anticipated that Joey himself would be the problem in the end.
The Night Owl couldn’t help but look upwards; the window was open, and a shadowy figure stood against the light. Moriarty was watching them, seeing them off as they departed.
Surely, he still wore that damned smile on his face. The Night Owl had never been able to understand that strange feeling of aversion, but suddenly, he realized it at this mont.
It was the gaze of a cat looking at a mouse.
The Night Owl was sowhat frustrated. After this incident, everyone had so degree of negative emotions rising. He initially wanted to take Moriarty back for investigation, but Moriarty seed to have morized the regulations of the Purification chanism, refusing to cooperate using different departntal reasons.
The Purification chanism was established by various departnts. The Night Owl and those on the frontline fighting against Demons were considered the headquarters of the Purification chanism. Others, like the Cleaners, Perpetual Motion Pump, and Black Mountain Hospital, perford different functions, making this machine roar into operation.
Departnts operated independently, but all followed the directives of the headquarters. However, in terms of rooting out internal traitors, it had always been the Cleaners’ responsibility. Although the headquarters had authority, Moriarty had proved his normalcy... at least there was no evidence of his anomaly currently.
He was willing to cooperate with the work but didn’t want to ruin his exquisite sleep. Moriarty said he would report to his superiors in the morning and then undergo their scrutiny.
"Just leaving like that?" Red Falcon felt sowhat surprised.
He had always considered the Purification chanism an extrely unreasonable institution. If one had the suspicion of being a Demon, they would be pursued relentlessly, even if it was the Duke’s daughter who had to stay obediently in Black Mountain Hospital. If it were the Cleaners tonight, Moriarty might have been executed on the spot... of course, they might have taken Joey as well.
That was a departnt specializing in handling the aftermath of Demon incidents, and their favorite approach was to cut away the good at along with the rotten.
"That’s all we can do."
The Night Owl didn’t say much. Next, he glanced at Joey lying in the carriage.
The Purification chanism always adhered to a rigorous hierarchy. Without reaching that position, many secrets were forever off-limits, which naturally included the main responsibilities of other departnts.
This limited the overreach of authority but brought about execution troubles. Still, it ensured that when one departnt fell to Demons, the others could be preserved.
Take the Cleaners, for instance. During operations against Demons, they were always everywhere, yet when one tried to recall their departnt’s location, person in charge, or main mbers, their mory ca up blank, and the sa went for Black Mountain Hospital.
Among these departnts, the Perpetual Motion Pump stood out with a relatively higher appearance rate. After all, they were directly linked to the headquarters, and the Night Owl and these Upper-Rank Knights were often used as guinea pigs to experint with weapons, which made them more familiar, but only to this extent.
The unknown extended not just to Demons but to the Purification chanism itself.
On a rainy night, Dunling Tower stood tall, countless cables released from it, swooping across streets and buildings, entwining the entire city like a web.
"You all felt that, right? A kind of... I don’t know how to describe it, just a sense of sothing strange and unusual."
Bluebird spoke at this mont; everything seed a bit too clever.
"I won’t let him off easily."
The Night Owl did not turn back to continue looking at that window side of Moriarty, aware that the guy was surely watching him.
"Joey... what on earth is wrong with you?"
He stepped into the carriage, looking at his colleague of many years. He always maintained rationality and decisively subdued Joey, but this didn’t an the Night Owl was a cold person; he just clearly understood his role’s position.
Now that the operation was over, he worried about Joey from the perspective of a friend.
...
"You always like those risky actions. If your Authority had even the slightest error, we might have all died here... those people from the Purification chanism, you just saw their ruthlessness."
Hiding in the shadows, Samuel erged slowly as the Night Owl and others left.
In fact, he had been standing in the corner of the wall, slowing his heartbeat, like a dead man, making no sound. Coupled with the perating Wind Tobacco and Moriarty’s Authority, he was able to evade the Purification chanism’s search. To them, Samuel was rely a shadow that couldn’t be illuminated.
Tonight was supposed to be the day for him to connect with these dark chess pieces. Samuel believed Moriarty wouldn’t forget the date, yet he had brought the people from the Purification chanism along.
This was a rebellious character. Samuel also believed he wouldn’t just confess and change, but he couldn’t help saying these words.
Jas Moriarty, an extrely restless character, his outstanding ability brought corresponding uncontrollability.
"Please have a little trust in ."
Moriarty kept the sa deanor, completely unaware of any mistakes. He was very confident in his control of his Authority.
Samuel was subtly angry. Though he understood this person’s nature earlier, he still found it sowhat hard to accept.
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