Looking at the Assassins of the Santalin Society disappearing into the distance, in a wilderness on the southern outskirts of Silvermoon City, several unmasked figures gathered around the young man named Weiss just now.

"Commander, that backup plan...... Isn't it too risky! One of the figures looked at the young man suspiciously.

"No matter how risky it is, it's the plot characters rushing to the front, what does it have to do with us." The corners of Weiss's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a mocking smile, and then he sighed, "Actually, I'm not worried about the backup plan, nor the Silver Moon Alliance, but those strangers who broke into the cellar!" ”

"Commander, didn't you say that those people might be passing adventurers?" One of Weiss's companions hesitated and asked, "Are you worried that they are ......?"

"Well, yes, I have a hunch that they might be the same people as us. Let's not forget that the starry sky once reminded us that this quest is a competitive story. Weiss had a gloomy look on his face, "The people of the Santarin Society are now in a hurry to complete the order, and their mental state is already out of balance, otherwise how could they have neglected such an obvious flaw."

Think about it, if it was really just some outside adventurers breaking into the cellar, how would they leave the cellar completely untouched. If they really only thought it was the work of the jackals, how could they not even bury the corpse. This is not a civilized world of science and technology, do you have to wait for the police and forensic doctors to come and clean up the scene? ”

Several of Weiss's companions looked at each other with a wry smile, this was indeed a big loophole. Of course, this is mainly due to Mosmeer's magical backtracking magic, otherwise they would still be suspicious and even kept in the dark by the intruder.

"Commander, what does the opponent want to do?" A dark shadow groaned and asked, "If this is a competitive mission, then as long as they bring the corpse to Erasdra, the plan of the Santarim Society will be a failure, right?" ”

Qin Lun and the others couldn't identify Angelo's identity at that time, but if the corpse was brought to Erastru, then the Silver Moon City Lord might have a way to identify the corpse. After all, that is the voter of the goddess of magic, and the legends are all very high-ranking powerhouses, and there may even be saints above the legends.

"Hehe, it depends on what those people are thinking, maybe their next plan is similar to ours, even if it is a competitive task, the two sides are not completely unable to cooperate." Weiss's eyes flickered and he grinned, "Of course, this qiē is just some unfounded speculation at this time, and I hope we won't use our own backup plan......"

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"Damn, those filthy rats of the Santarin Society, for so many days, they haven't been able to find any clues!" Mastasha slammed the wooden glass on the table, shouting a little drunk.

"Hey, Mastasya, can you speak softly?" Qin Lun rubbed his temples helplessly, "You are also a master harpist, so you won't be so out of shape." Besides, isn't your fellow harpist already in action, and news may be coming soon. ”

"It's useless, it's been five days, and the night after tomorrow is the Silver Moon Celebration, I'm afraid it's really too late this time." Mastasha burped and stared at Qin Lun with drunken eyes, "Filar, I always feel that you should have a clue, but you have always hidden it from us." ”

"yes, you're thinking too much." Qin Lun shook his wine glass without changing his face and said lightly.

"Oh, if you hadn't hidden anything, why would the old god have been around until now, and you didn't look worried at all." Mastasya turned his face sideways, a hint of clarity in his drunken eyes.

"Why should I worry, Erastro is a legendary powerhouse, and it will not be easy to assassinate her. Besides, it's been a few days, and the conspiracy of the Santarin Society, as well as the information about the Elixir of the Dead Soul, must have been passed on to the ears of your fellow harpist. ”

Qin Lun smiled indifferently, "Take it easy, everything we can do has already been done, and then it depends on Your Excellency's arrangement." What's more, whether the Silver Moon Alliance can establish a country or not, it doesn't have much to do with our elven race, right? ”

"Hey, don't you want to take advantage of this incident to get the Moon Elf Clan and the Silver Moon Alliance to reach an alliance?" Mastasha asked in surprise.

"It's man-made, but if it really doesn't work, I can't force it!" Qin Lun shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You seem to expect too much from me, and I'm not a god, and I can't succeed if I want to do anything." ”

"Really?" Mastasia glanced at Qin Lun meaningfully, "Forget it, I'll go back first." ”

Watching Mastasia stagger out of the speakeasy, Illistin and Idria looked at each other.

"Ferral, we ......"

"You endured it for a few days before you told her what happened on her farm?" Qin Lun sighed, he didn't want to tell the two of them about his own arrangements a few days ago, first, the two might not agree to use the Silver Moon Alliance as cannon fodder, and second, they couldn't keep secrets.

Idria is a little better, Illistin is too soft-hearted, if Mastacia asks a few questions, she will definitely show her bottom.

"When we had tea together the next morning!" Elistine's rare pretty face flushed.

"We went late at night, and you showed your bottom the next morning?" Qin Lun stared at the elf druid incredulously, as if he wanted to see a flower on her face, "So Mastasia only came to question me now, is it her who is patient, not the two of you?" ”

"We didn't find any more clues on the farm anyway, did we? Or maybe you've found out, but you haven't told us! Illistin was annoyed, took a bite back, pushed away the plate and stood up, "Idria, I'm full!" ”

"You shouldn't hide it from her, no matter how simple Elistin is, he has almost discovered something strange in the past few days." Idria finished quietly, standing up and chasing after the elven druid.

"So my acting skills have declined?" Qin Lun smiled bitterly and looked at the other two companions.

"Don't look at us, Hill and I won't help you coax women!" Rand raised his glass and touched it with Ciel, who was also smiling.

"Three gentlemen, this is your wine." Just as Qin Lun and the others were drinking, the waiters at the bar gave them another round.

"We didn't call the second round?" Qin Lun frowned slightly and looked at the beautiful waitress.

"I invited you!" The bartender, Conan Rondo, the bartender and head of the Hand of Light here, waved the waiter away. He bowed to the three of them, pulled out a wooden chair and sat down.

"Thank you!" Qin Lun raised his glass to him calmly, then stopped looking at him, and suddenly the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"By the way, three, did you get anything a few days ago?" The bartender asked with a natural smile as if he didn't feel the bad attitude of the three apostles rejecting people from thousands of miles away.

"Why did you come to ask us, didn't your hand of light send someone to inspect it?" Qin Lun sighed and put the wine glass on the table, tonight was not calm.

"The gates were closed that night, and we went to the farm the next morning, but there was nothing left and there were hardly any clues to be found." Conan said with a calm face.

The Hand of Light is the head snake of Silvermoon City, and the closure of the city gate has no effect on them, this is just an excuse.

In fact, Conan didn't visit the farm at night like Qin Lun and the others, just because it took a little time to gather people. They didn't like Qin Lun who just went to investigate, but planned to wipe out all the assassins hidden in the Santarin Society.

It's just that Conan didn't expect Qin Lun and the others to move so fast, and they actually passed directly that night.

"Nothing?" Qin Lun's heart moved, and he exchanged a vague glance with Hill and Rand, it seems that after they leave, the Santarin Society should come back.

"Qin Lun, you didn't use the Lucky Gold Coin that night, did you?" Hill couldn't help but ask in the team channel.

"No, it looks like we're lucky, although we don't know why Santarin was not on the farm at the time, but apparently we beat us up in time." Qin Lun replied in the team channel with a smile.

"What about you, I asked the other waiters at the hotel, you didn't rest at the hotel that night." While Qin Lun and the three of them were communicating on the team channel, Conan stared at Qin Lun's eyes and asked word by word.

"Even your professional personnel didn't find anything, how could we possibly have gained that night!" Qin Lun calmly looked at Conan, he didn't even hide Elistin in the dark, how could he possibly tell the hand of light about Angelo.

"Prince Ferral, with your honorable status, you have come to Silvermoon City in person, you should have something very important to do." Conan suddenly smiled, and said confidently, "If you can share the harvest of that night with the Hand of Light, then maybe I can do you a little favor as well." You must know that our president is also a bit of weight in the eyes of Lord Erastro. ”

Qin Lun glanced at Conan appreciatively, no wonder this person would be pushed out by the Hand of Light as a receptionist, when it comes to negotiation skills, he is no worse than some old foxes.

The meaning of Conan's words is very clear, Qin Lun is the prince of the Theopian elves, and he came here either to be hostile to the Silver Moon Alliance, or to find allies for the future Shining Moon Royal Court. The Hand of Light spoke to Erastro and could help him in this regard, in response to the fact that he would tell Sù Konan the clues of the Santarim Society.

If Qin Lun is really some kind of Seopian elven prince, then Conan's deal should be able to achieve its goal. It's a pity that Qin Lun is just an apostle, and this Torrell world may not have anything to his heart at all except for Elistine.

"You're thinking too much, we really didn't find anything!" Qin Lun shook his head indifferently, "As for the purpose of my coming here, I can only tell you one thing, King Tyne Queiras doesn't know my whereabouts now, so this is not an official visit." Whether or not Lord Erastro noticed me or not has nothing to do with it. ”