"Bonsandi?"
Syl quickly committed this crucial piece of information to memory.
The noble who sent spies to infiltrate the Church of the Goddess of Hope was named Bonsandi.
Syl had originally intended to use the wanted notice for the clown to probe Little Monster, but she hadn't expected to actually extract some information.
Moreover, this clue indirectly proved many things.
For instance, that Little Monster's organization and the nobility were not the same group, and that the Ice Chain was not a magic unique to Little Monster's organization...
Most importantly, why were so many people trying to cause trouble for the Saintess of Hope? This was what Syl understood the least.
Clearly, most of the clergy within the Church of the Goddess of Hope were very pure, and the Goddess Cult was a healing-type church; surely no one would dislike such a church?
But now, a mysterious magical organization was investigating the Saintess, and the noble Bonsandi was desperate to take the Saintess's life... Who exactly had the Church of the Goddess of Hope offended?
Perhaps the answers to all this could be found from this magical organization.
"By the way, Miss Silver Crow..." Little Monster asked somewhat nervously, "Could you introduce me to people from your organization? I think that regarding the issue of the Saintess, we might be able to reach a cooperation."
"Sorry, I cannot make the decision on this matter." Syl shook her head decisively and bluffed, "I am just a D-Class agent of the organization and do not have the authority to introduce others."
"D... D-Class? Agent?" Clearly, these two unheard-of terms, forcefully combined together, left Little Monster dazed. Especially the 'D'; Little Monster swore that the Great Saya Empire definitely did not have this word.
"D, C, B, A, S—this is the ranking of our organization from low to high. Clearly, I am just a bottom-tier agent." Syl shrugged, bluffing hard, "Perhaps when you meet agents of other ranks, you can ask them."
There was no help for it; right now, the organization only had two people. Once I draw more people, I will definitely bring you to see other high-level agents. Syl thought helplessly to herself.
From that short sentence, Little Monster inferred a great deal.
An independent ranking system, an independent authorization system, and a clearly stratified organizational relationship... Was this really a secret organization?
And there had been absolutely no traces of it before...
Little Monster decided that after returning, she would immediately report matters regarding this organization to let her superiors make the decision.
At the same time, she had to maintain good contact with Silver Crow's organization; Little Monster had a feeling that the two organizations would cooperate one day.
As it happened, Syl thought the same.
This was to continue extracting more information from Little Monster's organization regarding their attitude toward the Saintess of Hope, as well as the nobility's attitude toward the Church of the Goddess of Hope. This would be of great help to Syl in clarifying the entire situation.
If she truly felt that the Church of the Goddess of Hope could not withstand the pressure from both sides and would collapse, Syl would directly choose to run away.
Of course, she would have to rely on intelligence to take Sigma, Aishala, and Sharon along with her when she fled.
"Hmm... the conversation over there looks like it is about to end," Little Monster looked over to see people starting to bid farewell to Arno, then stood up as well, "I must go, Miss Silver Crow. I hope to see you here again next week."
"Happy cooperation." Syl nodded and watched as Little Monster left.
When Syl was also preparing to stand up and leave, the lady with the cow mask ran over to greet Syl and also expressed her hope to see her again next week.
Finally, it was Arno who walked up to Syl.
"Apologies, Miss Silver Crow. To be honest, this is the first time I have encountered such an unexpected situation at the Salon," Arno rubbed his chin, somewhat embarrassed, "I hope this does not make you develop any aversion toward my gathering."
"No, of course not." Syl shook her head and stood up, "I will come back to pick up the clothes tomorrow."
"No problem, I guarantee I will find a good tailor to sew it up for you." Arno patted his chest.
After thanking Arno, Syl pushed open the banquet hall door and left. Arno did not follow; instead, he watched Syl leave.
Walking on the street, Syl recalled the gains from this trip.
Although there was a slight danger midway, this trip to the magic Salon was quite fruitful.
She had bought a set of daggers for the clown, acquired a bottle of potion whose effects were currently unknown, obtained an apprentice's notebook, met a cute cow-masked person, learned the name of the noble behind Andaman—Bonsandi, established a connection with a magical organization, cleared the police warrants for the Physician and the clown, and obtained a backer out of thin air... She had even accepted a task to investigate herself.
The gains were so numerous that Syl could hardly believe it.
Touching the 1500 currency check in her pocket, Syl still felt like it was a dream.
Since the wanted status had been cleared, Syl could now use the clown card for daily activities, and her movements had become even more secretive.
And now the most important thing was to investigate this noble named Bonsandi, to see what position he held, and to use intelligence to speculate why he wanted to make things difficult for the Church of the Goddess of Hope.
Once the main motivation for Bonsandi's malice toward the Church of the Goddess of Hope was found, the key node of the mission would likely be completed.
The sky had gradually turned to dusk; there was not much time left for Syl.
She decided to keep the Fear Dagger on the clown; now, the clown combined with the Fear Dagger was Syl's strongest offensive means.
As for surviving, that would still depend on the Physician. After all, the Physician's base constitution was significantly higher than the clown's.
Right now, Syl urgently needed to find a quiet, uninhabited place to eat or transform.
"If only there were a base..." For some reason, Syl suddenly thought this, "Since I already said I have a mysterious organization, I might as well act the part more convincingly."
The organization members were, for the time being, definitely just herself and the cards she would draw later.
As for recruiting people... Syl couldn't help but want to laugh when she thought about if there really came a day to recruit.
"Hello, newcomer. From now on, you are a D-Class agent. I am your senior, codename: Physician. Tomorrow I will have my partner, codename: Clown, assign you tasks..."
Syl couldn't help but imagine this scene in her mind.
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Better wait until her strength increased before thinking about recruiting people... As for the name of the organization...
Let's call it Mickey Mouse Clubhouse?
Of course, Syl would not actually use this name; she was amused by the ridiculous thought that had popped into her head.
Finally, Syl saw a decent-looking inn. After paying the rent for one night, Syl went straight upstairs to the room she had rented.
After carefully drawing all the curtains, in the dim room, Syl lit a candle. In the candlelight, she took out the bottle of potion and the box containing the Fear Dagger.
"Clown."
Syl's figure twisted and flickered; in an instant, she transformed into a tall, green-haired woman.
"Ha... it feels so good not to have to smell that damn stench outside."
Syl extended her pale, thin right hand, tilted her head slightly, and used her hand to brush all her hair to the right side.
Her left hand opened the box containing the Fear Dagger.
Syl took out one of the daggers and, without hesitation, slashed her right wrist. Blood dripped down Syl's bloodless palm.
"Hee hee... fear..."
Syl's expression did not look like she had been afflicted by fear at all; she smiled with a twisted expression, as if she had been injected with a stimulant or was high.