“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.”

it was different from before. It was no longer

on the head, causing his hair to stand on end and flash with the

shaking dice, as though he

his eyes, and muttered to himself,

did the key that

is going to use

looked at each other. For a moment,

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

woke up and opened his eyes. He saw the

intuition told him that there

a rendezvous? He tilted his head

sat up, put on his

as he took out a gold coin,

the revolver under his pillow and put it in his

door and walked out of

away from the industrial pollution, the crimson

arrived at the area where there was a commotion. He could smell

saw the former adventurer, Cleves, squatting to the side of the ship

One of them was a companion of Cleves, the female bodyguard in the black coat, and the remaining two were the children of their employer, a

cotton nightgowns and outer coats. It was obvious that they had come

but they still squatted there full of energy and vigor, looking at Cleves with their bright

and seek? Klein joked

increased the volume of his footsteps, causing Cleves and the others

what happened?” Klein recalled the expressions of some

he still maintained Gehrman Sparrow’s unique identity of being

“A private job, a hunt that came by accident, but

Hunt? Klein’s interest was

was that it represented the first hunter of a game he had

hurry to inquire about the reason. Using his left hand which wore Creeping Hunger, he pointed at the shadow next to him with his left finger,

tone, “Cecile wasn’t careful enough and ended up waking Donna and Denton up. She had no choice

nose when she heard her name mentioned. She curiously looked up and asked

said in amusement, “No, you can’t use

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