"Honorable Arrodes, my second question is, how did Sherlock Moriarty escape the ruins?" Ikanser's mood was much more relaxed than before.
The surface of the silver mirror shimmered as it quickly outlined the scene of Sherlock Moriarty leaning against the wall, his fists clenched and unclenched from time to time.
Then, Ikanser Bernard and the nearby Machinery Hivemind deacons and captains saw the private detective reveal an exaggerated smile, turn around, draw his gun, and rush out.
At this moment, under the influence of the composition, they felt an inexplicable sense of tragedy and excitement.
The scene in the mirror jumped, showing the scene of Sherlock Moriarty holding his revolver and shooting at the altar, but to no avail. The Beyonder bullets that had been separated made everyone feel a little worried.
Following that, Sherlock Moriarty threw out a brass key, and the altar showed signs of being contaminated and unstable.
A blast of air erupted, and Mr. A fell to the ground. Sherlock Moriarty tumbled out of the temple-like building.
At this point, the scene changed. The slightly turbid Tussock River became the main background. Sherlock Moriarty and Mr. A floated in the water and looked up at the sky at the same time. There was a blank space without clouds or fog.
Almost instantly, Mr. A turned transparent and disappeared, leaving Sherlock Moriarty alone looking around in shock.
"… The Church of Evernight's rescue?" Ikanser frowned slightly. "Unfortunately, he didn't mention what happened back then in his letter. We have no way of guessing. Does he want to sell this secret for a good price, or is he simply affected and lost the relevant memories? Also, there's no indication of his escape in the underground ruins. It's as if the corresponding clues were hidden at the same time … "
He quickly analyzed the situation in a standard sentence. Then, without too much psychological burden, he answered with equal treatment instead of taking risks.
Arrodes doesn't seem to be in the mood for mischief today. I can make full use of this … As Ikanser consoled himself, he saw bloody words appear on the mirror.
With a thump, he had an ominous feeling. He suspected that Arrodes had already adjusted and returned to his "state."
The words that resembled blood squirmed and quickly formed a question:
"You gave everything and tried your best to please someone, only to end up abandoned. Who is it?"
With a hum, Ikanser's face first lost its color before it flushed red.
This question pierced through the wounds hidden deep in his heart and left him at a loss.
If I were to say who he is, his reputation would be ruined before tonight … I've already become a legend in a sense … Ikanser swallowed with great difficulty and said in a tragic tone,
"I choose punishment."
A bolt of lightning immediately fell, but it was different from before. It was no longer silvery white, but was stained with some green.
It struck Ikanser right on the top of his head, causing his hair to stand on end and reflect the color of lightning.
He shook violently like he was shaking dice, as if he had been drugged with hallucinogenic drugs.
Archbishop Horamick sighed, closed his eyes, and muttered to himself,
"Grade 0 Sealed Artifact?"
"King" True, True, Dean, and "King" Can.
"There's another question. Where did the key that Sherlock Moriarty used to destroy the descent ritual come from?
"Which one of you will use 2-111?"
The Machinery Hivemind deacons and captains looked at each other. For a moment, no one responded.
…
The sound of water splashing against the cabin seemed to be the only sound left in the world. The sea at night was noisy and quiet.
Klein suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes and saw the wooden ceiling draped in crimson moonlight.
His spiritual intuition told him that something was going on outside.
Who's having a rendezvous? He listened attentively and vaguely heard some unnatural sounds.
Klein pondered for a moment, then sat up, put on his gloves, and put on his coat.
His eyes turned dark as he took out a gold coin, flicked it up, and quickly did a divination.
After receiving the revelation that there was no danger, he took the revolver out from under his pillow and put it in his pocket.
After making the necessary preparations, Klein opened the door and walked out of the room. He followed the sound to the upper deck.
At this moment, the crimson moon hung quietly above the sea, looking mysterious and dreamy.
After carefully bypassing a few patrolling crew members, Klein arrived at the area where the commotion was and smelled the faint scent of blood.
With the help of the moonlight, he looked over and saw the former adventurer, Cleves, squatting by the side of the ship, setting up something.
In the shadows of the cabin, more than ten meters away from this gentleman, there were three people hiding. One was Cleves's partner, the female bodyguard in the black coat. The other two were the children of their employer, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl and a young gentleman who wasn't even ten years old.
These two underage children were wearing thick cotton nightgowns and overcoats. It was obvious that they had come out in a hurry.
In the cold night wind, they were shivering a little, but they were still squatting there in high spirits as they looked at Cleves with bright eyes.
Hide-and-seek? Klein joked inwardly.
He deliberately increased the sound of his footsteps, causing Cleves and the others to look over.
"Friend, what happened?" Klein recalled the expressions of some of the bounty hunters he knew in East Borough.
However, he still maintained the coldness and sharpness unique to his identity as a German Sparrow.
Cleves's expression didn't change as he said, "A private job.
A hunt that came unexpectedly but is worth looking forward to. "
Hunt? Klein suddenly felt a little interested.
The reason why he used Gehrman as the name of his identity was that it represented the number one hunter in a game he had played in his previous life. It was more in line with his idea of hunting evil at sea.
Klein wasn't in a hurry to ask for the reason. He pointed at the shadow beside him with his left hand, which was wearing Creeping Hunger.
"Private job? Doing a private job in front of your employer? "
Cleves, who was squatting there, glanced at the girl and boy and said without changing his tone, "Cecil wasn't careful enough and woke up Donna and Denton.
"Cecil wasn't careful enough and woke up Donna and Denton, so they had to follow."
When the girl named Donna heard herself mentioned, she wrinkled her nose and looked up curiously at Klein.
"Uncle, are you also an adventurer?"
Uncle? Even the me on Earth is at most ten years older than you! Klein laughed.
"No, I can't use the word 'also.' Strictly speaking, I'm the only adventurer here. They're just bodyguards now."
He turned around and said to Cleves,
"Hey, buddy, what prey did you find?"
Cleves looked at the faintly crimson seawater and said,
"A murloc."
A murloc? That's a Beyonder creature! Although it's the lowest-level kind, it's still quite troublesome for ordinary people to deal with it. You'll need at least five or six people and four or five guns to be confident … Right, the murloc's scales are very tough. Pistols can only partially penetrate its defense. You'll need a repeating rifle … Klein raised his eyebrows and asked,
"What do you plan on doing? And how are you sure it's a murloc? "
Cleves pointed to the edge of the ship.
"There are traces of the mucus on its body corroding here. It tried to climb onto the ship and attack the passengers one to two hours ago, but the deck was still very lively with many sailors and crew members."
Klein took a few steps forward and saw that there were indeed traces of green corrosion on the edge of the ship.
He recalled the information he had come into contact with in Tingen City and verified the content in the book. He asked with interest,
He asked with interest, "Why are you sure it's one and not a group?"
He remembered that murlocs had a tendency to live in colonies.
"If it's a group, then they'll directly destroy the bottom of the ship, causing everyone to sink. Besides, the groups of murlocs in this waterway and the surrounding waters have long been cleaned up. The people of the Church of the Storm like to hunt them very much," Cleves explained solemnly.
That's because a murloc is likely to be one of the main ingredients of the Sequence 9 Sailor potion … Klein stroked the revolver in his pocket and asked with a smile,
"Are you confident?"
Cleves didn't answer directly. He opened the paper bag beside him. Inside were pig and cow organs that were still stained with blood. This was the source of the smell of blood that Klein had smelled.
"All murlocs like this kind of food, and they can't resist their temptation. Of course, these monsters love human organs the most. Therefore, in many sea legends, they emphasize the need to prepare some pig and cow organs or canned organs in the ship's kitchen," Cleves said as he sprinkled some granules on it. As Cleves spoke, he sprinkled some granules on it. "The pepper granules can make the murloc feel as excited as smoking marijuana and lose a certain amount of balance. This will last for about a minute. After that, the murloc will be very tired after the high excitement subsides."
He then took out a wooden box from his clothes and smeared a green paste on the tips of the trident, dagger, and short knife.
"The mint cream popular in Pritz Harbor is a unique sweet for humans, but in the eyes of the murlocs, it's a fatal blood toxin.
"In addition, I also borrowed two rifles from a sailor and obtained a promise not to disturb this place for twenty minutes. I spent quite a bit of money, but as long as I can successfully kill a murloc, I'll get ten times, twenty times, or even thirty times the reward."
As expected of a veteran adventurer. He has an abnormally clear grasp of the weaknesses and problems of his prey … Hearing what he said, I feel that they really have a chance of successfully hunting the murlocs, even if they aren't Beyonders … Low-Sequence Beyonders aren't much stronger than ordinary people when faced with traps and firearms … It's not like there aren't any Low-Sequence Beyonders who die in gang fights … However, the murlocs are like full-body armor. They aren't that easy to kill. They will be injured, but it's not impossible for them to escape … Klein asked curiously.
"You seem to have killed quite a number of murlocs?"
"Understanding the characteristics of common sea monsters is a prerequisite for an adventurer to survive." Cleves didn't feel the joy of being praised, and he remained silent.
As the two conversed, the girl, Donna, and the boy, Denton, squatted in the shadows and listened with relish. They felt that it was the most interesting thing in the World.
Hmm, I also need to do some homework in this area … Klein smiled.
"I see. I didn't disturb you, did I?"
As Cleves pierced some of his internal organs into the suspension rod, he said in a low voice,
"If you want to participate, take care of Donna and Denton so that Cecil doesn't have to be distracted."
"Sure." Klein, who wanted to watch from the sidelines, agreed with a smile.
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