Looking at the midnight verdict - Gauguin drove the undead horse and finally disappeared into the deep night, and everyone in Olympus breathed a sigh of relief.

Truth be told, the Coffin Knight was one of the most formidable foes anyone had ever faced, even less than the Great Demon of the day, Camendotliworth. But on the other hand, Gauguin's professional level is still only "high-level", but he can suppress the siege of Naga, Earth Moradin and Blood Count to have an advantage, and he has several chances to kill his opponents. Such a gap and contrast have deeply "stabbed" into the hearts of these "strong people" who are usually very proud.

"Staff officer, the rest will be left to you. Claudia, come with me. ”

Of course, Moriarty also sensed the suppressed feelings and unwillingness of the people around him, but he didn't say much, after all, he still had to rely on himself for the comprehension of his own powerful path, so Moriarty didn't want to say anything, because there was no need, so he just looked at the old werewolf and the Blood Count respectively.

"Yes, Your Excellency." The old werewolf nodded, and turned to deal with the Legion's post-battle chores. Today, most of the internal systems of Olympus have been established, and Moriarty does not need to do everything himself, so he naturally has the chief officials of each line to take care of it.

On the other hand, Claudia was not surprised to see Moriarty naming herself alone, but she snorted indifferently. However, it was the first time that the mid-level officers in the other legions had seen the Blood Earl, and they were still amazed that such a high-ranking undead had become Moriarty's pet. In this regard, everyone has both rejection and disgust, but also excitement and curiosity.

Leaving the town walls. Moriarty took Claudia back to the secret tavern.

"Tell me what the withered robe is like. Now that we have all made a complete enmity with the Holy Spirit, there should be no more unnecessary concealment. Finding a bar chair and sitting down, Moriarty calmly looked at the Blood Count across from him.

"Well, as you wish." Seeing that the other party did not force herself to question herself as a "master", but was as equal as a comrade-in-arms in the trenches, Claudia was undoubtedly in a much better mood, and she also frankly told the inside story about the withered robe and the Holy Spirit Temple.

It turns out that the earliest owner of the withered robe is also its creator, the undead hero "Shante". Legend has it that it is one of the three "primordial saints" of the Holy Spirit Temple. Correspondingly. The withered robe has become an important sacred relic in the Holy Spirit Temple. According to the relevant texts in the Necromantic Magic Society, the Blighted Robe is a rare treasure with the attribute of "ultimate defense". Any undead above the intermediate level can avoid a mortal attack at the cost of regressing their class level by four levels.

"Resist mortal attacks!?"

Hear such a "bizarre" description. Guderian, who had been drinking on the sidelines, couldn't help but take a sip of Retus from his nostrils. Pointing at the Blood Earl, he shuddered. If what the other person says is true. The withered robe was an out-and-out "artifact" for the undead, and could even be compared to those "treasure sets". As for the price of regressing to the fourth level of the career level, it looks like a lot of money. But it's not cheap.

"Nonsense!"

Seeing the two water dragons dripping down from the dwarf's nostrils, Claudia only felt that it was really redundant to save the other party before, and it was better to let Gauguin's sword directly cut this filthy element.

"The ultimate defense... It is an extreme treasure that even the strongest people in the extreme can encounter. If the Hall of the Dead really has such an 'artifact', it should also be held by the Undead Extreme Dao in it, how can it be obtained by outsiders? Waving his hand to let the dwarf wipe his face first, Moriarty asked the Earl of Blood.

"Those old guys in the Holy Spirit Temple are dead-headed, and they only worship the holy relics left by the 'Primordial Saints' without thinking about the actual use." Claudia shrugged her shoulders contemptuously, as if she couldn't understand the way some devout believers were doing things.

"Even if you just worship the 'religious robe' as a holy relic, it must be closely guarded, and you will not be able to steal it safely with your skills."

"What do you mean by 'I'm not good enough'!?" Seeing that Moriarty seemed to have some "disparaging eyes", the Blood Earl was like a rabbit that had been stepped on its tail, and immediately shouted coquettishly.

"Is there someone answering from within? Or did you get top-secret information similar to the defense map? Ignoring Claudia's protests, Moriarty asked abruptly.

"How do you know!?"

The Blood Earl's mouth opened wide, then closed tightly, but the reaction proved to be right for Moriarty.

“… Well, I did get a map of the location of the Blighted Robe in the Temple of the Holy Spirit and detailed information on the internal change of guards. After looking at each other for a moment, Claudia was finally defeated and told the truth honestly.

"Who's providing the information?"

Moriarty's eyes widened and he asked in a deep voice. The internal location map of a large religious temple is no less confidential and important than the map of a kingdom's strategic fortress, and it should not be available to anyone other than a few giants at the top and a few managers.

"It was taken from a high-ranking human thief, the 'Golden Finger'." Claudia glanced at the other party's Yan Sù expression, and said honestly: "But I don't know his name, I only occasionally met him at an underground-auction, and then exchanged information with each other." ”

"Goldfinger—" Moriarty shook his head slightly.

In the Kingdom of Erathia, there are a variety of professional thieves serving many nobles, chambers of commerce, legions, and even royal families. From national intelligence to anecdotes between nobles, or stealing a business appraisal or inheritance certificate, all belong to the "business" of thieves. Among them, the top one is the "golden finger". Legend has it that Queen Griffin's current butler is a "golden finger", so no information about the royal family has been seen in the underground market since he took office.

It's just that no matter how powerful the "Golden Finger" is, Moriarty still doesn't believe that he has the ability to get the top secret of the Holy Spirit Temple. This is not only because of the huge difference in absolute strength, but also because the Holy Spirit Temple is located in Dejia, and once any human person steps into it, it is equivalent to entering the "ghost path". Not to mention wanton activities, even the safety of life is also seriously threatened at any time.

"It's true." Seeing that Moriarty seemed to be unconvinced, the Blood Earl couldn't help but say again.

"Well, let's not talk about that. When you steal the withered robes, how can you get caught in the Fortress of Dawn? Moriarty just nodded noncommittally and asked again.

"I've already told you that. Not long after I got the robes and left the Holy Spirit Temple, I was discovered and pursued by the other party. And for some reason, it wasn't long before the news spread throughout Dejia that the robe was missing, and other powerful people began to join in the hunt for me. I can't think of it, even if I don't dare to go back to the wisteria family, I can only leave Dejia as much as possible. ”

"Why don't you go to Avili and venture through the Fortress of Dawn instead?"

Moriarty thought quickly and immediately asked again. Compared to the northern fortresses of the kingdom, which are full of troops and strong men, the area between Dejia and Avili is only a continuous mountainous area, which is suitable for a clever professional like the Shadow Assassin to advance in stealth.

"Hmph, you think I don't want to!" In this regard, Claudia also seemed to be angry: "But at that time, I don't know what happened, any road leading to the northern elven region was guarded and patrolled by powerful undead, and there was not a single loophole to drill. On the contrary, the direction to the southern human border is rather lax. In comparison, I can only manage to cross the defense zone of Fortress of Dawn further south..."

"But as soon as we crossed the border, there was a high-ranking priest of light who led many knights to wait, and even held a powerful divine power in his hand... Something and then lightly yì will capture you. This time, without waiting for the Blood Earl to finish speaking, Moriarty had already taken the initiative to put a result on the ending of the story.

"Yes." Claudia nodded, looking dejected.

"Tchaikov, what do you think of this story?" Moriarty pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Naga to the side.

"I don't know, but the plot is twisty enough." Tchaikov shrugged his shoulders and said that he had no love for it. His injured ribs had been cleaned with healing potions and covered with Bracada's standard military medical bandages, and the wound quickly began to close under his strong constitution.

"Yes, the twists and turns are amazing." Moriarty smiled, but stopped there, and then looked at the Blood Earl: "I have basically understood what happened before. Then, in the future, as long as you don't leave Erathia, it will be difficult to send a strong person like Gauguin to snipe you across the border if you want to come to the Holy Spirit Temple. ”

"I hope so." Claudia nodded indifferently, then smiled maliciously, "But this time you killed Helens, maybe some fanatical Grim Reaper believers will sneak in to avenge their priest." You have to be careful. ”

"To correct a point, it was the undead priest you killed. So it's time for you to be careful. Moriarty ignored it and retorted directly.

"You!" Claudia didn't expect the other party to be so clear, and she couldn't help but feel resentful again. But that's exactly what happened, who let her grab the last one of them.

"Also, what about your parents, the Marquis of Wisteria? Helens seems pretty sure that this 'Marquis of Blood' will come to you? Moriarty added.

According to the professional level, the Blood Marquis is already at the rank of the Extreme Dao, leading a powerful vampire family, and his strength is definitely enough.

"Hmph, correct a little, it's not looking for me, it's looking for you!" As if taking revenge, Claudia glanced at the other party angrily: "Since you dare to let a blood earl be a demon pet, you must be mentally prepared to bear the wrath of a blood marquis." If you can't bear it, just wait to become a 'human worker'. ”

"A 'visit' from the Marquis of Blood?" In response to such a threat, Moriarty just smiled and asked, "If compared to Gauguin, how much stronger is your family's blood marquis?" ”

"This..."

Not at all expecting Moriarty to make such a comparison, Claudia couldn't help but be stunned. Then, the corpse knight's mountain-like figure and incomparably sharp pale sword light appeared in front of her eyes again.

Maybe it's not as good as it, but the gap between them is quite limited. There was silence for a long time, and the Blood Earl said in his heart. (To be continued......)