Chapter 1381: Chapter 35: The Critical Call (3)
"...May I ask who you are to him?"
"The landlord."
So it was the landlord, did that guy rent a house in Kado?
"May I know how to address you?"
"Ashley... just call me Miss Ashley."
What a strange name, it’s hard to imagine such a name appearing in a place like Kado, where short and allusive names are the norm.
"Alright, Miss Ashley, please tell Mr. Holan Dionysus that a man named ’Fisher’ wants to inform him that there are clues about the things he wants. Please ask him to come to the South Continent. I’ll be waiting for him at the southernmost Dragon Court."
Frankly, telling such an astonishing thing to an ordinary landlord in Kado, would she think it’s some kind of a mental illness communication invitation?
Hmm, anyway, Death Lord doesn’t seem quite normal either.
"Okay, I’ll let him know, make sure he knows... Besides that, is there any other important message, Mr. Fisher?"
But surprisingly, this lady landlord didn’t seem flustered, perhaps she was already accustomed to the Death Lord’s mental state.
"...No, that’s all."
The female voice on the other side was silent for even longer this time, and when she spoke again, there was a faint, almost imperceptible hint of disappointment in her tone,
"...Alright, then I’ll hang up."
"Mm, thank you, Miss Ashley."
"..."
"Click!"
A crisp sound came from the phone, and the young girl’s voice abruptly ceased. Fisher also moved the receiver away slightly, looking towards the early morning street nearby.
"Finished the call, how did it go?"
In his arms, Emhardt asked this, but as Fisher saw the flag of the Green Dragon Court and Nali’s golden flag hanging on the opposite house, his heart couldn’t help but stir slightly.
His fingers tapped the receiver once, then he said,
"Not yet."
"Huh? Oh, who else are you going to call?"
Fisher didn’t answer but inserted his fingers into the coin slot again, and then started dialing the number he knew by heart. He wondered if it had changed in the four and a half years...
He was going to call Elizabeth.
Perhaps it seemed a bit out of place because if Elizabeth knew he was back but couldn’t come to her immediately, she would undoubtedly be furious, and it would undoubtedly make the already tense situation for Fisher even more dangerous, raising Lady’s danger several more octaves...
From a scoundrel’s rational perspective, calling Elizabeth to let her know he was back was absolutely imprudent.
But Fisher was, after all, worried about Elizabeth.
Now that Nali’s army was infiltrated by two Eighteenth Rank demons, it was hard to say whether Elizabeth was aware of and permitted this.
According to Helair, these two demons were summoned by her, but they did not heed her command. Imprisoned for so long, they sought the freedom of their race, and this freedom was linked to Rafael, poised to act when the world-ending moment arrived.
And Elizabeth in all this? Did she also intend to use the strength of demons for conquest, or was she deceived by the demons, completely in the dark?
No matter what, Fisher wanted to confirm this point, so he dialed the Golden Palace once more.
"Click-clack..."
"Hello, this is the Golden Palace Outer Court Affairs Office, happy to assist you."
"This is Fisher Benavides. I want to speak with Queen Elizabeth."
"Alright, your request will be organized and reported by the Outer Court Affairs Office and will be processed within six to ten business days. Your processing number is 90722, which can be used to query the result."
"..."
Fisher was a bit speechless. Judging by the tedious, formulaic response of the operator, it seemed they genuinely considered him a lunatic.
He gripped the receiver tighter, expressionless, and said to the other end,
"Immediately report my name as a special event. Once reported to the Inner Court, someone will handle it right away. This process only takes five minutes, just tell your superior from Carissa Gate of the Golden Palace, and then walk to the office on the outer side of the Inner Court to complete it.
"Not to mention commendation, at least you will not bear any responsibility. But if you don’t report it, and I reach the Inner Court of the Golden Palace or even the Empress through other means, you’ll face unimaginable consequences."
The voice on the other end of the line was abruptly silent. Fisher’s profound understanding of the Golden Palace and the procedures for handling affairs startled the operator, prompting her not to delay. After a brief pause, the formulaic voice finally dissolved, becoming somewhat hesitant,
"Alright... Alright, please do not hang up. I will report to the Inner Court official now."
Fisher did not respond but listened to the disappearance of the female voice, looking towards the street beside him.
The street at this moment became exceptionally quiet, or rather, deathly still.
All around was silent, yet from afar, under the dawn’s light, numerous heads protruded from the windowsills of buildings on both sides of the street, looking towards the other side of the street, outside the city, where something seemed to be happening.
"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
In the far distance, a series of bizarre, soul-stirring chaotic horn sounds echoed endlessly.
The sound carried a strange power, even the morning breeze seemed tainted and heavy by the sound, leaving people agitated and breathless.
