Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 493

“Honorable Arrodes, my second question is: ‘How did Sherlock Moriarty escape from the ruins?’” Ikanser’s mood was a lot more relaxed than before.

The surface of the silver mirror shimmered, rapidly outlining Sherlock Moriarty leaning his back against the wall, his fists clenching and tightening.

Then, Ikanser Bernard and the surrounding Machinery Hivemind deacons and captains saw the private detective’s exaggerated smile before turning around and dashing out with his gun drawn.

At this moment, under the influence of the composed scene, they all felt an inexplicable sense of sadness and excitement.

The image in the mirror jumped, revealing Sherlock Moriarty wielding his revolver as he shot at the altar to no avail. The scene of those disintegrating bullets caused everyone present to be a little worried.

Then, Sherlock Moriarty threw out a brass key, and the altar showed signs of instability due to corruption.

With the erupting air blast, Mr. A fell to the ground and Sherlock Moriarty pathetically fled out of the temple building.

At this point, the image changed to have the slightly turbid Tussock River as the main background. Sherlock Moriarty and Mr. A floated in the water, looking up into the sky where there were no clouds or fog.

Almost instantly, Mr. A. became transparent and disappeared, leaving only Sherlock Moriarty looking around in astonishment.

“… The Church of Evernight’s reinforcements?” Ikanser said with a frown. “Unfortunately, he didn’t mention what appeared in his letter. We have no way of guessing. Was he trying to sell this secret for a good price, or was he simply affected by it and lost the relevant memories? Also, his experience of escaping from the underground ruins doesn’t show anything. It seems like the corresponding clues have been concealed at the same time…”

He analyzed it quickly, in procedural sentences, and then without too great a psychological burden, he chose to answer with reciprocity instead of taking a risk.

Arrodes doesn’t seem to be in the mood to be a prankster today. I can make the most of it… In his self-consolation, Ikanser saw bloody words appear on the surface of the mirror.

With a skip of his heartbeat, he had a bad premonition, suspecting that Arrodes had already recovered to his usual “state.”

The blood-like words wiggled and quickly formed into a question:

“Who was the person you gave your all to while trying your best to win the favor of, only to end up being abandoned?”

With his head buzzing, Ikanser’s face drained of all its color before flushing red.

The question pierced a deep wound in him while leaving him at a loss as to what to do.

If I mention who he is, then his reputation would be ruined before tonight… I’ve already become a kind of “legend” in some sense… Ikanser swallowed his saliva with great difficulty and bitterly said, “I choose punishment.”

However, it was different from before. It was no longer silvery-white and had been dyed

causing his hair to stand on end and flash with the color

dice, as though he had been drugged

sighed, closed his eyes, and muttered to himself, “A

looked around and said, “There’s one more question. Where did the key that Sherlock

one of you is going to use

Hivemind deacons and captains looked at each other. For a moment, no one

…

splashing against the ship’s hold seemed to be the only sound left in the world. The sea at night was both noisy

opened his eyes. He saw the wooden ceiling covered with a crimson moon

spiritual intuition told him that

rendezvous? He tilted his head to listen, vaguely able to

sat up, put on his

took out a gold coin,

revelations of danger, he took out the revolver under his pillow and put it in

preparations, Klein opened the door and walked out of the room, following

industrial pollution, the crimson

few patrolling crew members, Klein arrived at the area where

saw the former adventurer, Cleves,

them was a companion of Cleves, the female bodyguard in the black coat, and the remaining two

It was obvious that they had come out

chilling night wind, but they still squatted there full of energy

hide and seek?

Cleves and the others

the expressions of

still maintained Gehrman Sparrow’s unique identity of being

replied, unperturbed, “A private job, a hunt that came by accident, but one that’s

Hunt? Klein’s interest was suddenly

hunter of a game he had played in his previous life, and it suited his idea

pointed at the shadow next to him with his left finger, “Private job? Doing

and said, without changing his tone, “Cecile wasn’t careful enough and ended up waking Donna and Denton up. She had no choice

her nose when she heard her name mentioned. She curiously looked up and asked Klein, “Uncle, are you also an

at most 10 years older than you! Klein said in amusement, “No, you can’t use the word ‘also.’ Strictly speaking, I’m the only adventurer here;

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