"Dear Arrodes, my second question is, how did Sherlock Moriarty escape from the ruins?" Ikanser felt much more relaxed than before.

The silver mirror's surface shimmered, quickly framing the image of Sherlock Moriarty leaning against the wall, his fists alternately unclenched and clenched.

Then, Ikonser Bernard and the nearby "Mechanical Heart" deacons and captains saw the private detective showing an exaggerated smile, turned around, drew his gun and rushed out.

At this moment, influenced by the composition, they all inexplicably had a feeling of solemnity and excitement.

The image in the mirror suddenly jumped, showing Sherlock Moriarty holding a revolver and shooting at the altar with no effect. The people present were actually a little distressed when they saw the extraordinary bullets being separated one by one.

Then, Sherlock Moriarty threw out a brass key, and the altar showed signs of being contaminated and unstable.

A gust of air exploded, Mr. A fell to the ground, and Sherlock Moriarty rolled out of the temple-like building.

At this point, the scene changes, and the slightly turbid Tussock River becomes the main background. Sherlock Moriarty and Mr. A float in the water and look up at the sky at the same time, where there is a blank space without even clouds or fog.

Almost instantly, Mr. A became transparent and disappeared, leaving Sherlock Moriarty alone looking around in astonishment.

"...The rescue of the Church of Evernight?" Ikanser frowned slightly. "Unfortunately, he didn't mention what happened at that time in the letter, so we have no way of guessing. Did he want to sell this secret for a good price, or was he simply affected and lost the relevant memory? Also, there is no mention of his escape experience in the underground ruins. It seems that it was hidden along with the corresponding clues..."

He quickly analyzed it using procedural sentences, and then, without much psychological burden, positioned equal treatment as an answer rather than a risk.

Arrodes didn't seem to be in the mood for mischief today, so he could make full use of this... As Ikanser consoled himself, he saw bloody words appear on the mirror.

He felt a shudder and had a bad feeling. He suspected that Arrodes had adjusted himself and recovered his "status".

The words drawn in blood squirmed and quickly formed a question:

"Who is the one you gave everything to and tried your best to please, only to be abandoned in the end?"

With a buzzing sound, Ikanser's face first lost color, and then turned red.

This question not only pierced the wound hidden deep in his heart, but also left him at a loss.

If he told who he was, his reputation would be ruined before tonight... I have become a "legend" in a sense... Ikanser swallowed hard and said in a tragic tone:

"I choose punishment."

A bolt of lightning struck immediately, but unlike before, it was no longer silver-white, but tinged with a hint of green.

This hit Ikanser right on the top of his head, causing his hair to stand up and reflect the color of lightning.

He was shaking violently like a dice, as if he had been given hallucinogenic drugs.

Archbishop Horamick sighed, closed his eyes, and whispered to himself:

"Level 0 Sealed Artifact?"

When Ikanser recovered, he looked around and said:

“There is also the question of where did the key Sherlock Moriarty used to sabotage the Advent ritual come from.

"Who among you will use 2111?"

The deacons and captains of the Mechanical Heart present looked at each other, but no one responded for a moment.

…………

The sound of water splashing against the cabin seemed to be the only sound left between heaven and earth. The sea at night was both noisy and silent.

Klein suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and saw the wooden ceiling covered with a crimson moon veil.

His spiritual intuition told him that something was going on out there.

Who is having a tryst? He listened carefully and vaguely heard some unnatural sounds.

Klein hesitated for a moment, then sat up, put on his gloves, and put on his coat.

With deep eyes, he took out the gold coin, flipped it up, and quickly did a divination.

After realizing that there was no danger, he took out the revolver from under the pillow and put it in his pocket.

After making the necessary preparations, Klein opened the door and walked out of the room, following the sound to the upper deck.

At this time, above the sea free from industrial pollution, the crimson moon hangs quietly, looking mysterious and dreamy.

Carefully bypassing several patrolling crew members, Klein arrived at the area where there was movement and smelled a faint smell of blood.

With the help of the moonlight, he looked over and found that the former adventurer Cleves was squatting beside the ship, arranging something.

In the shadow of the cabin about ten meters away from this gentleman, there were three people hiding. One was Cleves’ partner, the female bodyguard in a black coat, and the rest were their employer’s children, a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old and a young gentleman who was less than ten years old.

The two underage kids were wearing thick cotton pajamas and woolen coats, and it was obvious that they came out in a hurry.

They were shivering in the cold night wind, but they still squatted there in high spirits, looking at Cleves with sharp eyes.

Hide-and-seek? Klein joked in his mind.

He deliberately increased the volume of his footsteps, attracting the attention of Cleves and the others.

"Friend, what happened?" Klein recalled the expressions of some bounty hunters he met in the East District.

But he still maintained the coolness and sharpness that were unique to his identity as German Sparrow.

Cleves said without changing his expression:

"A private job, a hunt that came unexpectedly but was worth looking forward to."

Hunting? Klein suddenly became interested.

The reason why he used Hermann as the name of his identity was because it represented the number one hunter in a game he played in his previous life, which was more in line with his idea of ​​hunting evil at sea.

Klein didn't rush to ask the reason. He pointed at the shadow next to him with his left hand wearing the Creeping Hunger in a funny way:

"Private work? Doing private work in front of your employer?"

Cleves, who was squatting there, glanced at the girl and the boy and said in the same tone:

"Cecil wasn't careful enough and woke up Donna and Denton, so they had no choice but to follow him."

The girl named Donna wrinkled her nose when she heard herself being mentioned, and looked up at Klein curiously and asked:

"Uncle, are you an adventurer too?"

Uncle? Even if I were on Earth, I would only be 10 years older than you! Klein said with a smile:

"No, you can't use the word 'also'. Strictly speaking, I'm the only adventurer here, and they're just bodyguards now."

He turned to Cleves and said:

"Hey man, what game did you find?"

Cleves looked at the sea water that was stained with a faint crimson color and said:

"A murloc."

Murlocs? They are extraordinary creatures! Although they are the lowest level, it is still quite troublesome for ordinary people to deal with them. At least five or six people and four or five guns are needed to be sure of victory... By the way, the scales of murlocs are very strong, and pistols can only half penetrate their defenses. A rapid-fire rifle is needed... Klein raised his eyebrows and asked:

"What are you going to do? And how can you be sure it's a fishman?"

Cleves pointed to the edge of the ship and said:

"There are some traces of corrosion from its body mucus. It tried to climb aboard and attack passengers one to two hours ago, but the deck was still very busy at that time, with many sailors and crew members."

Klein took a few steps forward and saw that there were indeed some traces of greenish-blue corrosion on the edge of the ship's side.

He recalled the information he had come across in Tingen City, confirmed the written content, and asked back with interest:

"Why must it be just one, and not a group?"

He remembered that the merfolk tended to live in groups.

“If they were a group, they would directly destroy the bottom of the ship and sink everyone. Moreover, the schools of murlocs in this channel and the surrounding waters have long been cleared out. The people of the Storm Church like to hunt them very much.” Cleves explained calmly.

That’s because the murloc is most likely one of the main ingredients for the Sequence 9 “Sailor” potion… Klein stroked the revolver in his pocket and asked with a smile:

"Are you sure?"

Cleves didn’t answer directly. He opened the paper bag next to him. Inside was pig and cow viscera that were still covered in blood. This was the source of the bloody smell that Klein smelled.

“All murlocs love this kind of food and cannot resist its temptation. Of course, these monsters love human entrails the most. Therefore, many maritime legends emphasize the need to prepare some pig and cattle entrails or canned entrails in the ship’s kitchen.” Cleves sprinkled some grains on it while speaking. “And pepper grains can make murlocs feel as excited as smoking marijuana, and lose a certain degree of balance. This will last for about a minute. After that, the murlocs will be very tired after the highly excited state subsides.”

He immediately took out a wooden box from his clothes and smeared the emerald green paste on the tips of the trident, dagger, and short knife:

“The peppermint cream popular in Pritz Harbor is a unique sweet treat for humans, but in the eyes of fishmen, it is a deadly blood toxin.

"In addition, I borrowed two rifles from the sailors and got their promise not to disturb this place for twenty minutes. It cost me a lot of money, but as long as I can successfully hunt down a murloc, I will get ten, twenty, or even thirty times the reward."

As expected of an experienced adventurer, he has an extremely clear understanding of the weaknesses and problems of his prey... After hearing what he said, I feel that they really have the possibility of successfully hunting the murlocs, even if they are not Beyonders... Low-Sequence Beyonders are indeed not much stronger than ordinary people when facing traps and hot weapons... There are also Low-Sequence Beyonders who died in gang fights... However, the murloc is like wearing a full body armor, so it is not so easy to kill. It will be injured, but it may not be impossible to escape... Klein asked curiously:

"You seem to have killed a lot of murlocs?"

“Knowing the characteristics of common sea monsters is a prerequisite for an adventurer to survive.” Cleves did not show any joy at being praised, and remained calm.

While the two were talking, the girl Donna and the boy Denton squatted in the shadows, listening with great interest, thinking it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Well, I also need to make up for my lessons in this area... Klein smiled and said:

"So that's how it is. I didn't disturb you, did I?"

Cleves put some of the internal organs on the hanging rod and said in a low voice:

"If you want to participate, you can take care of Donna and Denton so Cecil doesn't have to worry about anything."

“Okay.” Klein, who wanted to watch, agreed with a smile.

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