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.”

from before. It was no longer silvery-white and had been dyed with slight

head, causing his hair to stand on

shook violently like shaking dice, as though he had

and muttered to himself,

said, “There’s one more question. Where did

one of you is going to use

looked at each

…

seemed to be the only sound left in the world. The sea

woke up and opened his eyes. He saw the wooden ceiling

told him that there was

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

on his gloves, and put

took out a gold

the revolver under his pillow and put

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

pollution, the crimson moon quietly hung there,

Klein arrived at the area where there was

over and saw the former

the shadows 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

youngsters wore thick cotton nightgowns and outer coats. It was obvious that they had

amidst the chilling night wind, but they still squatted there full

and seek?

Cleves and the

what happened?” Klein recalled the expressions of some bounty hunters he

still maintained Gehrman Sparrow’s unique identity of being cold

replied, unperturbed, “A private job, a hunt that came by

Klein’s interest was

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

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?

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

her name mentioned. She

amusement, “No, you can’t use the word ‘also.’ Strictly speaking, I’m the only

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