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.”

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

hair to stand on end and

like shaking dice, as though he had been drugged

his eyes, and muttered to himself, “A

question. Where did the

one of you is

looked at each other. For a moment, no

…

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

his eyes. He saw the wooden ceiling covered

told him that there was something happening

tilted his head to listen, vaguely able to hear some unnatural

up, put on his gloves,

he took out a gold

the revolver under his pillow and put

and walked out of

sea, away from the industrial pollution, the crimson moon quietly

members, Klein arrived at the area where there was a commotion. He

of the moonlight, he looked over and saw the former

of the cabin about a dozen meters away from this gentleman. 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 girl of fourteen or fifteen years

and outer coats. It

amidst the chilling night wind, but they still squatted there

seek? Klein

purposely increased the volume of his footsteps, causing Cleves

expressions of some bounty hunters he knew in East

Gehrman Sparrow’s unique identity

job, a hunt that came by

interest was

had named himself Gehrman was that it represented the first hunter of a game he had played in his previous life, and it suited

no 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, “Private job? Doing a private job in front of your

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

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

you! Klein said in amusement, “No, you can’t

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