At this moment, of course, our protagonist does not know that in the eyes of some people, he has become the mortal enemy of the Crimson Church.

After stepping out of the spatial rift, he wandered through the city along the hidden route he had memorized, gradually approaching the direction of the Apothecary's Guild.

The city was still filled with the atmosphere of an academic extravaganza, the Empire seemed to have blocked the news, and the vast majority of civilians were ignorant of what had happened last night. But Ian knew that there was already an undercurrent beneath the river, for in a short quarter of an hour he had bypassed three patrolling guards.

The patrols are more frequent than before.

Of course, Ian didn't take it too seriously. Judging from the information he knows so far, although the whole thing is still shrouded in mist, the other party's ultimate purpose has long been obvious.

The purpose of the other "Crimson" is Orivia!

Their own existence hinders each other!

He is using all means to get rid of himself, or to put himself on the opposite side of the Empire.

Let yourself not have that leisure to be "nosy" anymore!

So......

How can I solve this problem?

Entangled with this group of nobles, and then find the murderer behind the scenes?

No, it's too time-consuming! He's been searching the North's periphery for a whole year to find Phil and Khan Parkes, and now, every minute and every second of time passes makes his hopes of finding Phil slimmer. Although he really wanted to find the real culprit and admire the shocked and embarrassed faces of those nobles, he didn't have the time and energy to play any more cat-and-mouse games!

Yes, he had only one choice.

That is to carry out the original decision of Oliviaa in advance - to calculate the plan.

The rumors about Ian don't stand up to scrutiny, everyone knows that he didn't have that time to commit the crime, and many people can also provide him with proof accordingly. And the reason why he was identified as the first suspect is simply because he is the most suitable.

A helpless and low-class criminal, who happened to have a holiday with the missing, and just happened to provoke the authority of the Apothecary's Guild.

Is there a better scapegoat than this?

In fact, the aristocrats ..... Or that the Grand Duke of the Eastern Regions doesn't care who the real murderer is, after all, countless people die every day in the empire, and a large number of murderers and fugitives are wandering around, and the ghost knows who killed them. In fact, they are just trying to find the right person to eliminate the trouble.

Maybe they would have been concerned about the opinion of the Crimson Sanctuary or a certain knight lady, but when another Crimson oracle descends, the whole thing will really change!

Ian doesn't know if the disappearance has turned into a murder, if it's a coincidence that another "Crimson" has taken advantage of, or if it's himself in charge. But he knew that the key to everything here lay only in Orivia herself.

As long as we can help Orivia return to the cloud, many of our troubles now and in the future will be solved!

Because in this way, he can not only clear his current suspicions and get the help of the Red Lotus Temple, but it is more likely that in the future, when he has some conflicts with the upper echelons of the Empire, the "Crimson" will remain neutral, or even on his side.

The Prophet would not leave the Holy Island easily, and was not yet hostile to him. Crimson has an old relationship with him again, and with his help he returns to the clouds.

In this way, as long as he is not prepared to do anything like splitting the empire and rebelling against humanity, then when he conflicts with some high-ranking members of the empire, all he needs to consider and face is the "Lord of the Firmament".

There is no better "external condition" than this!

Therefore, this game, this game between "Crimson", they have to win!

Thinking like this, Ian, who had already guessed the true body of the other "Crimson", couldn't help but clench his fists.

He had already decided to drag Harris out of the Eastern Regions.

Because all they need to compete with right now is patience!

The Crimson already knew that he had the ability to travel through space, so he would inevitably lie dormant and wait for the right moment. But in any case, as long as He wants to accomplish His purpose, then He must appear before Orivia.

The only thing he needs to do is to break through all the obstacles he has set up at the moment of his appearance, and pass through the space to return to the presence of Orivia!

Now, since He wanted to leave, he might as well go far.

The Underground Kingdom outside the Eastern Circle, the place where the Black Balance would be most likely to get clues, Ian has long been fascinated by it. What's more, the identity of this suspect may be more popular there.

"I forgot to say goodbye to Master Malken. ”

Ian whispered casually, then looked up at the windowsill on the third floor directly above. At this moment, he seemed to have used the stealth skills he had honed over the years to go around the Apothecary's Guild and find the room where the target of this trip was. At the moment, there was a tense and panicked atmosphere everywhere in the seemingly calm Apothecary Guild, but the door of this room was closed, like a reef in the ocean, and it was still unfazed despite the turbulent undercurrents outside.

Is no one daring to disturb this Potion Grandmaster?

Ian glanced at the sun, which had risen to mid-heaven, and dismissed the idea.

As an important person, Harris should have known the news, but he remained silent and never stepped out of the closed room.

"It seems that I am far from being patient......"

Ian laughed to himself.

Naturally, he didn't know that the real murderer in that room was the real murderer of one of the murders, and he just carried someone else's pot. In his opinion, although Harris is not reliable in small things, he is still calm in the face of big things, and he is an elder who can be trusted enough. Although he has unknown plans and goals, he has never harbored ill will towards himself.

The middle-aged man should have already gotten the news, he expected that he would come to him, so he closed himself in this room and waited for the arrival of the "visitor".

With this in mind, Ian leaped onto the ledge of the third floor.

He believed that he would see the smiling faces of the other party on the windowsill.

However, when he sat on the windowsill and looked in through the gap in the curtains, his eyes widened suddenly.

In the dimly lit room, a luxurious silk bed sits in the center, arrogantly revealing its presence. A soft and silky silk carpet covers the "vast" bed, outlining three winding "mountains". These three "mountains" are intertwined and embraced each other, as if they had been entangled for so long before that they could no longer separate each other.

A strong, strange smell lingered throughout the room, and even Ian could faintly feel that the smell had spread through the crack in the window, slowly wafting towards the tip of his nose.

At this moment, he finally knew why only this room was silent......

Because our Mr. Harris is lying flat on this silk bed at the moment, cuddling two naked young girls, and sleeping happily!

"I should have thought of ......"