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“Hey,” Karon called out.
Mr. Pavaro did not move, but the two men in black robes turned to look at Karon.
“Is this rehearsal for a show, or some novel new game?”
Mr. Pavaro suddenly laughed. “That just shows you haven’t seen much! This kind of play stopped being rare in pastry shops a long time ago.”
“Tsk, who even goes to places like that? It’s all older women.”
“That’s because you’re still young. Age is the sediment of technique.”
Karon flicked the ash from his cigarette, then deliberately leaned his head out the window to look at the handcuffs on Mr. Pavaro’s wrists.
“Debt collectors? Do loan sharks now use handcuffs?”
One of the black robed men took out police credentials and held them in front of Karon. “We’re the police. Right now, we suspect you know this suspect and have had dealings with him.”
“Uh…” Karon immediately tossed the still burning cigarette butt onto the ground, raised his hands, and pulled back his head. “This has nothing to do with me. Really, I have nothing to do with this. I just thought, your outfits… Officer, sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to obstruct official business.”
Smiling as he apologized, Karon slowly rolled his window back up. The black robed men did not actually intend to investigate Karon, but merely wanted to scare him. After all, priests from a Whip of Order team were not so idle that they needed to investigate a random ordinary passerby.
Mr. Pavaro, still wearing the handcuffs, got into the car, and the sedan drove away.
Inside his own car, the panic on Karon’s face slowly faded.
“Oh, thank you. Luckily you’re someone who smokes.” Did that mean that Mr. Pavaro had learned long ago that Karon was not an ordinary person? Karon was not surprised. Because of his special purification method, he was difficult to probe, but that was limited to passing people on the street. He had interacted with Mr. Pavaro on several occasions, and along the way, the man had even examined Alfred. It was not strange at all for Mr. Pavaro to connect the dots and discover Karon was not ordinary.
What surprised Karon was that Mr. Pavaro had proactively mentioned the pastry shop. Was that a reminder to him? But then why not pass that to his two attendants?
Karon’s gaze shifted to the two Divine Servants who still stood in place, not moving even after their boss had been taken away.
Well, telling them wouldn’t be much use. Neither man looked particularly sharp. Dinkom was a bit better, but only a little.
So Mr. Pavaro had told Karon instead? Karon did owe the man a favor, but there had not been much contact between them. They were not friends. There was a favor owed, yes, but that was all.
A gift of a bit more money or passing along some church credits for Mrs. Pavaro should be the end of that, right? After all, the people Karon most feared dealing with, and most wanted to avoid interacting with, were the Church of Order.
In any case, if he asked his own heart, watching Mr. Pavaro getting taken away did not stir any particularly strong impulse in Karon to gather evidence or clear the man’s name. This was not as simple as helping Alaia’s son with a psychological consultation. That was nothing...
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