Episode 270 A friend with a lot of money (1)
“…They were wicked people who could never be forgiven.”
Dolores said while sitting on top of a water tank on the roof of an abandoned building.
The sight of cults and cults dying en masse was certainly horrific.
However, they were the ones who committed evil in various places on the outskirts of the empire, out of sight of the church.
Fraudsters who lobbied the central authorities with the wealth they had amassed by intimidating, intimidating or exploiting the minds of sick patients and their families, and in return grew ever more powerful.
In order to strike them down, I had no choice but to use a simple, radical, but sure method.
That was why Dolores cooperated with the Night Hound.
and the result.
Wearing the mask of the hound of night, Bikir was able to find out the identity of the black man.
An existence that not only nurtured and nurtured heretical cults in the provinces, but also used them to launder and distribute funds, encroaching on about half of Quo Vadis, a religious chant.
The end of that long loop. There was the name of ‘Bourgeois’, a chaebol family.
Bikir gave Dolores the ledger he found at the site of Miss Ouroboros’ massacre.
“If you have the confidence to handle it, see it.”
unrelenting voice. And the cold warning contained in it.
It was an attitude that seemed to draw a line by leaving a distance.
But Dolores has already made up her mind.
No matter what thorny path the night hound goes, I will run with it.
yet.
Fluttering—
Dolores opened the ledger without hesitation.
“This is this!?”
There was no need to look closely at the ledger.
The phrase ‘Bourgeois’ written in the transaction details was written on almost every page of the ledger, and the frequency of appearances was overwhelming.
“……I can’t believe it. Oh my God.”
Dolores said in a trembling voice in disbelief.
What the bourgeoisie was aiming for was clear.
After weakening the prestige of Quo Vadis by cultivating a pseudo heresy through offerings, after splitting into Old Testament and New Testament factions, they devour both groups at the same time and ultimately try to take over the entire religious chant Quo Vadis.
In other words, this is a silent great war going on between the chaebol families and the 7 families of the religious chant empire.
‘To the extent that the fight between Morgue and Baskerville looks childish.’
Although not a single drop of blood was shed, the bloodshed and brutality was beyond imagination.
Bikir said, recalling the testimony of Dekarabia he had heard before.
“…This painting is probably a combination of the ninth and sixth poems.”
The ninth corpse Dantalian and the sixth corpse are said to be close friends.
And the 6th poem must be a plan to finish the picture I was drawing with my best friend this time.
“We make offerings to heretics and cults and use the money to buy huge amounts of indulgences to support the Old Testament sect. Heretics and cults are inherently secretive in their organizational system and secret in terms of accounting and taxation, so they act as servants. It would have been nice to be called.”
“The black money that was released was laundered to buy indulgences and went into the Old Testament.”
“That’s right. Since selling indulgences is a tax-free business authorized by the ‘Emperor’, Quo Vadis probably had no reason to be suspicious or wary in the first place.”
“I became a fat and lazy pig because I ate the sweet food that was given to me without any doubt. That must be the current Quo Vadis.”
Dolores blames herself.
Bikir said a short word.
“It reminds me of the family motto of the bourgeois family.”
“……yes?”
When Dolores raised her head with a puzzled expression, Vikir said a short word.
“There is no free lunch.”
It is the phrase that best sums up capitalist society.
Dolores swallowed.
The reason why the Bourgeois family touches the Quo Vadis family is a question that can be answered without thinking deeply.
trust. faith. faithfulness. things money can’t buy.
Wouldn’t a society where even such things could be bought would be the true world of almighty gold?
“The iron-blooded sword singer’s sword, the Changhae Changga’s spear, the archbishop’s bow, the extreme poison family’s Dokdo, and the magic of the head family of Mado. Money can buy them all, but I thought money couldn’t buy the faith of a religious chant…
” Instead of consolation, Bikir said something else.
“Now that we’ve figured out the bourgeoisie’s intentions, we’ll have to find the real beast hiding among them.”
Not all work is done yet.
individual in a group. The real enemy in the bourgeois family must be found and eliminated.
‘Perhaps he is the sixth tenth.’
at that time. Dolores asked in a slightly less confident voice.
“Even when I posted the 95 thesis against the Old Testament faction the other day, the Old Testament faction didn’t even snort… But this time, I have to deal with the bourgeoisie beyond them. Is that possible…?”
“It’s possible.”
Dolores’s eyes widened as she saw Bikir promptly answer her dispirited question before it was finished.
Bikir spoke forcefully in a confident tone.
“If you have the power.”
Armed with money, law and all kinds of systems, what should we do to attack the enemy who is protected by society?
The answer is force.
Only violence can punish them, powerful and brutal forces quietly and stealthily lurking.
‘Even when the saintess herself exposed the corruption of the Indulgentia family in the past, it was futile. Even at that time, the bourgeoisie was not caught by the tail. There is absolutely no chance of winning with the regular method.’
Vikir is thinking about this and that.
And Dolores’s expression, looking at Bikir’s back, was stiff with tension.
“…Are you planning to assassinate key members of the Bourgeois family this time?”
“Yes.”
For the first time, Bikir shared his assassination plan with others.
It was because the memory of being forced to rise one level higher with the power of the buff in the match against Dantalian was so strong.
‘In moments of crisis, it is unconditionally helpful.’
Although it seems that Dolores can’t voluntarily control that awakening yet, it was something she didn’t know.
at that time. Dolores opened her mouth with a worried expression.
“People from the bourgeois family say they put in an exceptionally lot of effort to avoid being assassinated. It seems to be quite tricky.”
Bikir nodded.
A guy with a lot to lose is bound to be scared.
Even in the world before the return of Bikir, bourgeois figures invested enormous amounts of money in security to prevent assassination.
He hires soldiers he trained himself as well as mercenaries to protect his sister-in-law and exchange stores.
The way to work or back is also changed every time to move secretly, and the same wagon is divided into several units for each move.
In addition, since the high-ranking members of the bourgeois family spent huge amounts of extracurricular expenses from childhood and received early education in various military skills and magic, each one was a skilled person with a high level of martial arts.
“Most of the bourgeois family members live in luxurious mansions. It has an extremely strict security and security system, and there are several layers of soldiers and mercenaries surrounding it. Is it possible to sneak in?”
Dolores’ question was legitimate.
But Bikir shook his head and gave a different answer.
“If it’s hard to find, just make them come.”
“Yes? How?”
In response to Dolores’ question, Bikire rubbed her chin once.
And then I asked a reverse question.
“Assassins must be versatile. Then what do you think are the virtues required of an assassin?”
It was a difficult question to answer for Dolores, who had never committed an assassination in her life.
But she did her best to answer.
“Umm. Well, of course it must be murder, right?”
“also.”
“Also… stamina. Agility. Prudence. Endurance. Courage. Guts. And judgment that allows for instant judgment of the situation. And the reticence of not disclosing information when caught?”
“There is one more.”
At Bikir’s words, Dolores tilts her head.
Then Bikir added one last thing.
“You have to make good money.”
……?
Dolores put on a blank expression for a moment.
But Bikir calmly continued.
“Sometimes you need money and prestige to get close to the target of assassination. Even if you get public money, you often have to procure security on the spot if your finances aren’t good enough or your financing plan has problems.”
So, the unexpected item required of an assassin is the ability to make money.
This is because reality is different from novels and cartoons, and there are extremely few cases in which ample military funds are enclosed in an assassination attempt.
Moreover, it is even more difficult to deal with an unspecified number of people with high social status.
Bikir said.
“The reason why you need to make good money is simple. A seat having lunch or dinner with a high-ranking official of the bourgeoisie is often put up for auction.”
“Really? Do I have to pay for lunch?”
“That’s also a very huge amount. It’s money that ordinary office workers can’t earn even if they work for the rest of their lives.”
In this way, by having a meal together, the buyer can obtain information on investment, networking and future information.
“For example, the price of a lunch with ‘Demian,’ the second son of a bourgeois family, is one hundred kilograms of gold bars.”
“Hee!”
Dolores swallowed the wind.
Isn’t that money enough to build a few more temples in the slums!
For a saint of the New Testament sect, who is always in short supply, it was an amount that would have been daunting.
Bikir spoke as if to comfort Dolores, who was intimidated for some reason.
“Don’t worry. I have a lot of money. The bourgeois family knows and contacts me first.”
“Yes? Really?”
Dolores looked away with a startled look on her face.
Unknowingly, she glanced up and down the night hound.
Then Dolores carefully voiced her opinion.
“But you look poor…”
Dolores says this because she has never seen the night hound take all the money in her pocket and distribute it to the poor during the plague of the ‘Red Death’. it was because
Hearing Dolores’ words, Vikir paused for a moment before changing his words.
“Correction. For me…”
After some silence, Vikir said something pretty nice.
“I have a friend who has a lot of money.”
