Chapter 276: 275. Matthew (additional chapter for alliance leader)

June 8th.

Switzerland, Dusk Bell Church Headquarters.

After Hannibal returned, the council table in the church was already filled with people.

He glanced at his own seat, next to which sat a middle-aged man of similar age, expressionless, with a pair of profoundly deep eyes.

What was somewhat surprising was

this man clearly had the appearance and physique of a Caucasian, yet his eyes were dark brown, somewhat reminiscent of mixed heritage.

Hannibal thought for a moment, and a name surfaced in his mind—James.

Before he had left the Dusk Bell Church, he had heard that a hunter from the church had chosen to join.

It should be this man.

The atmosphere felt a bit off.

Hannibal looked at the person seated in the main seat; this person had never appeared at the previous meetings, but no one dared to ignore him.

Because this person was the de facto leader of the Dusk Bell Church.

No one knew his name, or to put it another way, those who knew his name were either dead or his absolute confidants.

His identity was a mystery; Hannibal had only seen him once, vaguely remembering that he seemed to be an old man.

Looking at the person wearing the priest’s attire, adorned with an Inverse Cross on his chest, and a large hood concealing his entire face, Hannibal smiled politely and bowed, saying, “Praise be to Your Excellency.”

The one called Your Excellency nodded slightly.

The person beside him then said, “Mr. Hannibal, how did your contact with Mr. Du Wei go? Is he willing to join us?”

Hannibal smiled and replied, “The contact went very well; we’ve become good friends, but he seems uninterested in Dusk Bell.”

The other party expressed some regret, “Well then, it seems you’ve been busy for nothing this time.”

Hannibal’s face showed a peculiar smile, “Not exactly, at the very least I’ve obtained a very important piece of news—Alvin Dowqui is going to die.”

Having said that, he walked over to his seat, pulled out the chair, and sat down.

The others, however, had somewhat unusual expressions.

Eyes met in silence.

Sitting next to Hannibal was none other than James.

Upon hearing this, his expression remained unchanged, but a strong curiosity surged in his heart.

Alvin Dowqui was an old hunter of the church, and Hannibal had made contact with Du Wei, even claiming to have become friends with him.

This significant news being shared with someone from Dusk Bell—had Du Wei become an undercover agent for Dusk Bell?

James felt an urge to notify the church about this matter, but remembering the church’s orders, he could only suppress the impulse.

Without receiving covert feedback from the church,

he was a man of Dusk Bell, and must not reveal any slip-ups.

At that moment,

someone spoke up, “By the way, Mr. Hannibal, did you see Depp when you left? He has been missing for two days now.”

Hannibal remembered the hunter he had consumed before, shook his head with a smile, and said, “I haven’t seen him.”

The man hummed in response and then fell silent.

As if he didn’t care at all.

Meanwhile, the leader at the head of the table tapped his fingers on the table.

Thud, thud, thud…

“Ladies and gentlemen, the church has recently suffered a lot of manpower loss, and Archbishop Skadi from their side has passed us a request for assistance.”

“Share your thoughts.”

Suddenly, there was a buzz of discussion among everyone.

Hannibal suddenly understood why the atmosphere was so heavy—it was because the Church and Dusk Bell had made open contact.

However, he decided not to speak up.

Since Depp had already been killed by himself, it was best not to draw attention during this period, lest he become the target of others.

The Dusk Bell originated from the Church and also inherited the internal divisions and chaos of the Church.

Moreover, this momentum was becoming more and more apparent.

He then turned his gaze to James, who was standing at the side.

Hannibal remembered clearly that this James seemed to have a very good relationship with Du Wei.

“Interesting…”

He muttered to himself and sat up straight.

Bang…

Someone slapped the table, “The Church is simply an organization established by people blinded by faith, it’s already decayed, and we don’t need to have any contact with it.”

These were the words of the new faction that was hostile to the Church. Their idea was to let the Dusk Bell develop in Switzerland and preferably never deal with the Church, watching it decline step by step.

But as soon as these words were said, someone scoffed, “Really? But I don’t see any problem in maintaining goodwill with the Church. The Dusk Bell and the Church are from the same source, there’s no need to break all ties.”

This person was from the Conservatives.

And the leader of the Dusk Bell Church, the old man known as Your Excellency, kept silent throughout; listening to the discussion among the people, he was lost in memories.

He remembered his old name, Snape Matthew.

But now, that name had long been forgotten, and for some secret reason, he chose to give up that name.

Even the people within the Dusk Bell had changed, not knowing his true name.

The discussion among the people became more and more heated.

It soon escalated into a fierce argument, and there were even intentions to come to blows.

Matthew felt a headache coming on and knocked on the table again, saying, “Enough, do you want to turn the Dusk Bell into a battlefield? Or do you want to split right now?”

No one dared to wear the high hat.

Immediately, those people apologized, “We are sorry, Your Excellency, please forgive our impudence.”

Matthew coughed and said, “This matter will not be overlooked just like that. At the next general meeting, you all will present a solution to me. I will only adopt the opinion most advantageous to the Dusk Bell.”

His voice was very old, with an inescapable scent of decay, as if he were a dying man with one foot in the grave.

In fact, he had already made plans, but he had to seek the opinions of many people openly.

Otherwise, it was bound to make some people harbor strange thoughts.

Having said that.

Matthew turned his head to look at Hannibal again, “That Special Hunter named Ryan, you don’t seem to have made any achievements with him.”

Hannibal lowered his head, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, “He will be willing to cooperate with us.”

It seemed the matter was not just about going after the Church.

Matthew glanced at him, his tone indifferent, “You’ve been working hard lately. I’ll give you some time off. During this period, Ryan will be entrusted to James.”

James, who was aside, nodded and said, “I will follow your will, Your Excellency.”

Hannibal lifted his head, his smile growing thicker.

He opened his mouth, “Understood.”

…

Elsewhere.

Du Wei and Alex were walking on the streets of New York.

The two were shopping.

Just like the most ordinary couple, they needed such everyday activities to strengthen their bond.

But just as they left a branded men’s clothing store,

Du Wei received a phone call.

The caller ID showed “Reagan’s Father.”

“Hello Dr. Du Wei, this is Reagan’s father. A month ago, I took my daughter Reagan to your psychology counseling clinic for a consultation appointment, you should remember it.”

“Recently, my daughter’s condition has worsened, I was wondering if you have any appointments available lately?”

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