Chapter 991 I want to find someone who is not a thing

Yassen's expression suddenly turned serious.

His deep eyes wrinkled slightly, and his lips pursed subconsciously. His arms and palms exerted force simultaneously, like a frozen statue.

"What's wrong, Lord Yasin?"

The man who gave people a "pale" feeling smiled brightly, intentionally or unintentionally revealing his sharp teeth like a beast: "Did I recognize the wrong person?"

Alice's eyes suddenly widened.

There was vigilance and astonishment in her eyes, and she had to use all her rationality to control her gurgling throat and prevent herself from screaming.

--vampire!

As a member of the Hawkeye organization, she certainly has a considerable understanding of the Moon Children tribe.

However, her own strength was insufficient, her status was too noble, and she had just encountered an incident in the Church not long ago. Now the organization did not dare to arrange for her to do anything risky.

Therefore, until now, Alice has not personally carried out even one mission to assassinate the Son of the Moon.

And the Son of the Moon in front of her...just by looking at it, Alice could clearly feel an extremely strong sense of oppression.

The intense pressure was like the deep sea, suffocating and dizzying. Yet, she dared not show any sign of abnormality, not even to betray her recognition of the other person's identity as the Son of the Moon... because ordinary people in Iris weren't supposed to have too deep of an understanding of the Son of the Moon.

Even in Iris, the Moon Child remained mired in the shadows of society. To most citizens, "Vampire Sigotri" was still an urban legend, not something a young lady with little experience in the world should know.

But……

Alice had a feeling that this man was deliberately showing his fangs to tempt her to lose her composure.

——Could it be that he has recognized me as Hawkeye?

This made Alice feel terrified, as if she was on the edge of an abyss.

Of course, she knew how these Moon Children would deal with the Hawkeye members they captured - killing them was the most merciful option.

Most assassins would be brutally tortured, with their limbs cut off to become "blood bags," their juice squeezed and thrown into pools of blood, or they would be tortured to death with brutal punishments. Female assassins like her would endure several times more torture and humiliation than their male counterparts...

At this moment, Yasen reached out, took Alice's hand, and patted the back of her hand affectionately.

The neither light nor heavy force and the warmth of the palm suddenly woke Alice up.

"...Yes, I am Yasin."

Yasin smiled, but there was no trace of a smile on his face.

He pursed his lips and asked cautiously, "Excuse me... what is your name, sir?"

"Just call me Eben."

Iben chuckled and said calmly.

Ibn...

Yasen's heart moved.

Combining the white robe and the somewhat strange and awkward iris language, he could basically confirm this guy's identity.

...A Moon Child from the ancient Parthian Empire? Truly rare.

After a brief self-introduction, silence returned to the table.

In this kind of atmosphere, if you ask about the other person's identity or purpose first, you will be at a disadvantage in terms of aura.

The skinny vampire in white robe and white hair simply smiled and drank the beer on the table. He showed none of the elegance and evil of the Moon Child, but rather looked like an unruly barbarian.

Alice stood there, feeling a little uneasy. She felt like she was standing there too conspicuously, but she had just missed the chance to sit down with Yassen. She felt that if she suddenly sat down now, she would seem a little out of place...

The bustling bar was like a furnace deep in purgatory, making her sweat drip down her back. Even the minstrel playing the lute couldn't relax her.

But after the two of them quieted down, she could clearly hear the voice of the bard telling a story:

"The white-robed pope then cried out:

"'Even if it's a meteorite, I can catch it! Sun, go back to where it belongs!'

"Even the fallen sun suddenly woke up and became holy and bright again..."

"hehe……"

Listening to the story, the white-robed vampire suddenly laughed for some reason.

Alice, with her keen sense, could tell that it was a sarcastic laugh.

She immediately felt resentful—even though she had been captured alive by the young human Pope, she held no resentment towards Aiwass. Instead, she held him in high esteem, believing that the only way out for the Hawkeye Organization was to join the Theocracy.

Not to mention, he was the hero who defeated the Fallen Angels and saved the world!

Seeing this vampire actually disrespect the Pope, she immediately became furious and couldn't help but ask, "Do you have any opinion about that Pope?"

"How come?"

The white-robed vampire simply smiled casually and said jokingly, "I hope he can conquer the world. It's better to bathe in light than to walk in darkness."

It seemed a bit inappropriate for a child of the moon to say this...but when "Eben" said this, he glanced at Alice, which made her feel a little scared for a moment, as if he had seen through her true identity.

Walking in darkness...could it be referring to myself?

As expected, Ibn then casually asked, "Miss, what's your name?"

“…Alice.”

Alice placed her hand on her chest and answered her name truthfully.

"What's your last name?"

The white-robed vampire smiled and said, "Do you think... if you tell me your last name, I'll know who you are?"

“…”

Alice pursed her lips, feeling the growing pressure.

"So aware."

He said slowly, "Even so, you're not willing to give a false surname... Is this your pride and sense of belonging to your family?

"—Miss Alice de Harcourt?"

Alice was shocked when she heard this.

She couldn't stop shaking, and her legs went weak and she fell into her seat.

There was an emerald green light in her pupils, flickering fiercely.

She wanted to escape, to leave this place. This thought subconsciously activated her ability to adapt to the Dao, allowing her to enter a state of resonance with the Dao.

However, Alice knew very well that if she revealed her identity as an adapter in front of a Moon Child... it would undoubtedly mean death.

So she became more and more frightened and restrained her instinct to escape; but this behavior of abandoning her instinct to survive was exactly in line with the principles of adapting to the Tao, and instead resonated with the Tao even more strongly.

Normally, she had lived in a comfortable environment, completely unable to resonate with the Dao. Now, in just a few minutes, she had gained more understanding of the Dao than she had in months...

Yasen, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief and seemed inexplicably more relaxed.

"Please don't scare us."

Yasen raised an eyebrow and said cheerfully, "You've only been at Iris for a short time, yet you've already figured out our identities so clearly. And you're even taking the time to chat with us. I'm guessing there's something... you want our help with?"

As he said this, he was already prepared to escape at any time.

——If his bet was wrong and the other party really received an inside tip to capture their Son of the Moon, then he would probably be doomed.

Although he wasn't a local Moon Child... but judging by his oppressive power, he must be a fifth-level "Grand Duke" Moon Child. Even if his appearance was slightly inferior to that of the Star Antimony one, it wouldn't be much different.

He tried his best, and perhaps he could give the little girl a chance to escape. He didn't dare bet on being able to hold her here, but if she was willing to have fun for a while instead of just draining all her blood remotely, then there was at least a chance of survival...

The white-haired Son of the Moon just grinned, put down the wine glass in his hand, and slowly revealed a cruel, evil and hideous smile.

"If I remember correctly," Iben said leisurely, picking at his nails, "as the 'chivalrous thief', Lord Arsen shouldn't be in the same league with those thugs, con men, and murderers living in the sewers like Hawkeye, right?"

He looked at Yasen, then at Alice. Just one look from her was enough to frighten her to death.

"--Or are you just a guest lecturer giving them a theft class?"

After hearing this, Yasen finally confirmed his thoughts.

The other party really has something to talk to me about!

He breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed slightly. He narrowed his eyes cautiously and did not answer the question. Instead, he asked directly, "Do you need me to help you get something, Lord Ibn?"

Unconsciously, he changed "Sir" to "Sir".

"It's nothing."

Iben smiled and said, "I want you to help me find someone."

"Don't worry, I have enough friends. As long as he's still in Iris, I can find him for you no matter where he is!"

The Phantom Thief said this with a solemn oath.

"That's good."

Iben smiled gently, which made his thin face look less scary.

But before Yasen could catch his breath, the next sentence suffocated him:

"The person I'm looking for is Mr. Sherlock Hermes, the famous detective in Avalon.

"According to my intelligence, you should know where he is going, Your Excellency."

Those words were gentle and calm, yet full of suffocation and oppression.

I've been feeling a bit unwell these past two days. If I get up early tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I feel like I need to go to the hospital for a check-up... If I go, I'll send you a notice of delayed updates, and I'll make up for it in the evening when I come back!

The second chapter will probably be a little later, but it will be there, no need to ask for leave!

I had a slight headache today and slept three times intermittently. Each time I slept for a short time, I suddenly woke up with panic. When I woke up, my heart was still beating fast...

(End of this chapter)