And another matter...
After arranging to send the letter, Mr. Fisher changed into a suit, donned a gentleman’s hat, picked up his hand cane, and took a carriage to Turnan Street. His destination was the bustling Pink Hall.
But upon arrival, he did nothing, merely standing in front of Pink Hall for about ten minutes, then slowly made his way toward Full Moon Church on another street.
The Full Moon Church was quite crowded that Saturday. Mr. Fisher found a spot close to the wall where fewer people gathered and sat down, quietly watching the bishop lead the congregation in prayer.
Before long, a beautiful woman clad in traditional attire entered the church doors. A small western hat was perched on her head, with a little white veil hanging from the brim, covering the pair of beautiful eyes above her nose.
That lady was Anna from Pink Hall.
Having heard before that Anna often came to Full Moon Church to pray, they had originally planned to meet next Wednesday. But Mr. Fisher, irritated by the attack, couldn’t possibly wait another few days, which is why he used this method to summon Anna.
If she had plans of her own, she would definitely be watching him in the coming days, naturally understanding what his appearance at the entrance to Pink Hall signified.
After entering the church, Anna did not sit next to Mr. Fisher but went straight to the Mother Goddess Statue, dropped several Naliou notes into the donation box, and then made a prayerful gesture in front of the kindly bishop, who smiled back at her,
"May the Mother Goddess bless you."
"Thank you, Mother Goddess..."
Mr. Fisher watched her bow respectfully, then also stood up and approached the donation box, inserting two large Naliou notes. Before the bishop could express his gratitude for the gesture, he had already donned his hat and headed toward the room where volunteer teaching was normally held.
Anna sneakily glanced at the departing Mr. Fisher, not immediately following. She prayed for quite some time, and only after the ceremony ended did she casually walk toward the classroom.
Reaching the side room, she paused briefly to look inside the classroom, but Mr. Fisher was nowhere to be seen; where he had gone was a mystery.
As Anna gently pushed open the classroom door to enter, behind her, the cold handle of a sword suddenly pressed against her slender waist, pushing her slowly into the classroom.
Behind her, Mr. Fisher, with a stern face, reached over to cover her lips, allowing her fragrant lipstick to leave a seal on his hand, while his other hand closed the door.
The interior of the classroom was rather dark with the curtains drawn. Mr. Fisher pushed Anna against the wall, the force of his strength making her gasp uncomfortably. His grip was heavy, causing her to squint in pain, but before she was pushed entirely against the wall, she hastily spoke,
"It wasn’t Pink Hall that did it last night! The task of capturing Son of the Sea has been... given to Healing Room."
After hearing this, Mr. Fisher’s eyes flickered slightly, his grip loosened, and he moved his face closer to her neck before asking,
"What do you want by attacking the Schwali Delegation? What do you want by capturing Son of the Sea?"
"... The basis for negotiation is supposed to be... equal and harmonious communication, right? If you continue to be rough, I would rather die than cooperate with you."
Mr. Fisher chuckled lightly at her response, then released her arms. Free at last, Anna immediately stepped back and turned around, wiping the lipstick that had smeared to the corner of her mouth, looking warily at Mr. Fisher in front of her.
"I said we will meet here next Wednesday. Why the urgency? Does the famous Professor Fisher of Saint Nali not even have this much patience?"
"I no longer have the patience to play this defensive and offensive game with you. But if you hesitate any longer, I might just end up planting bombs in Pink Hall and Healing Room tonight. Tit for tat is a fair rule, isn’t it?"
Mr. Fisher couldn’t afford to wait for Pink Hall and Healing Room to continue their attacks. From Monday to now, Saturday, they had already carried out three consecutive attacks. If he waited any longer, he surmised the bizarre creatures would likely overrun Lady Martha’s vegetable garden. He decided to take the initiative and switch the roles of attack and defense.
Anna cast a glance at Mr. Fisher and mocked with a sneer,
"Do you think just blowing up these houses will solve anything? The things and purposes hidden underground cannot be solved simply with bombs. Pink Hall and Healing Room have very complex backgrounds, propped up by Blake. With that scum there, bringing them down is extremely difficult..."
Upon hearing the person behind the scenes was Blake, Mr. Fisher’s expression grew far more serious.
He hadn’t expected the legendary Captain Blake to be the man behind Pink Hall and Healing Room—the man who had discovered the South Continent on the first voyage.
If that legendary figure was truly the mastermind, and he also possessed the Completion Manual...
"But it’s not impossible. I know a lot about them, even their deepest secrets..."
Mr. Fisher looked at Anna and said,
"Since you are an insider at Pink Hall, as long as you are willing to testify to Nali Official, searching and clearing out Pink Hall and Healing Room would be an easy task. I only need evidence."
"Yes, I know you need evidence, but I absolutely cannot be the one to leak it, at least not now..."