“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.”

different from before. It was no longer silvery-white and

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

as though he had been drugged with a

Horamick sighed, closed his eyes, and muttered to himself, “A Grade 0

one more question. Where did the key that Sherlock Moriarty used to destroy the descent

you is going

deacons and captains looked at

the only

saw

that there was

his head to listen, vaguely able to hear

his gloves, and put on his

eyes turned dark as he took out a gold coin, flipped it, and

no revelations of danger, he took out the revolver under his

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

the industrial pollution, the crimson moon quietly hung there, mysterious and

few patrolling crew members, Klein arrived at the area

over and saw the former adventurer, Cleves, squatting to

female bodyguard in the black coat, and the remaining two were the children of their employer, a girl of fourteen

It

still squatted there full of energy and vigor, looking

hide and seek? Klein

increased the volume of his footsteps, causing Cleves and

of some bounty hunters he knew in

Sparrow’s unique identity

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

Klein’s interest was

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

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

without changing his tone, “Cecile wasn’t careful enough and ended up waking

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

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

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