"Dear Arodes, my second question is, how did Sherlock Moriarty escape the ruins?" Iconse's mood was much lighter than before.

The surface of the silver mirror shimmers, quickly outlining Sherlock Moriarty's back against the wall, his fists sometimes loosened and sometimes clenched.

Then, Iconser Bernard and the nearby Deacons and Captains of the "Heart of the Machine" saw the private detective smile exaggeratedly, turned around, drew their guns and rushed out.

At this moment, affected by the composition, they all inexplicably had a tragic and passionate feeling.

The picture in the mirror jumps to show Sherlock Moriarty holding the revolver and shooting the altar, but to no effect, and the extraordinary bullets that have been separated make everyone present a little worried.

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

A wave of air erupted, Mr. A fell to the ground, and Sherlock Moriarty ran out of the temple-like building in a tumbling run.

At this point, the slightly murky Tasok River becomes the main background, and Sherlock Moriarty and Mr. A are floating in the water, looking into the air, where there is a blank space where there are no clouds or fog.

Almost instantly, Mr. A became transparent and vanished, leaving Sherlock Moriarty alone to look in amazement.

“...... Rescue from the Night Church?" Iconse said with a slight frown, "Unfortunately, he didn't mention what happened in his letter, and we have no way of guessing. Does he want to sell this secret for a good price, or is he simply affected and lost his memory? Also, his escape from the underground ruins is not revealed, and it seems that the corresponding clues are hidden at the same time......"

He quickly analyzed it in a procedural sentence, and then the psychological burden was not too great to position the reciprocal treatment as an answer, rather than a risk.

Arodes doesn't seem to have any mischievous spirit today and can make the most of that...... In his self-comfort, Iconse saw bloody words emerge from the mirror.

With a pause, he had a bad premonition and suspected that Arodes had adjusted and returned to his "state".

The blood-depicted words wriggled and quickly formed a question:

"Who is it that you give everything, try your best to please, but only get and discard?"

With a buzz, Iconse's face first lost its color, then turned red.

This question both pierced the wound that was latent in his heart and left him at a loss.

If you say who he is, his reputation will be over before tonight...... I have become a "legend" in a sense...... Iconse swallowed with difficulty, and said in a bitter tone:

"I choose to punish. ”

A bolt of lightning fell, but unlike before, it was no longer silvery white, but stained with green.

It hit the top of Iconse's head, causing his hair to stand on end and reflect the color of lightning.

He shook violently like a dice, as if he had been doused with hallucinogenic drugs.

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

"'Level 0' seals?"

When Iconse had relented, he looked around and said:

"There's also the question of where Sherlock Moriarty's key to destroying the Advent ritual came from.

"Which of you will use '2-111'?"

The deacons and captains of the "Heart of the Machine" present here, you look at me, I look at you, and no one responded for a while.

............

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

Crane awoke suddenly, opened his eyes, and saw a wooden ceiling draped in crimson moonveil.

His spiritual instincts told him that there was something out there.

Who's tryst?—He listened intently, vaguely grasping some unnatural sound.

Crane groaned slightly, rolled over and sat up, put on his gloves, and put on his coat.

His eyes deepened, he pulled out the gold coin, bounced it up, and made a quick divination.

After receiving the revelation that there was no danger, he took out the revolver pressed under the pillow and slipped it into his coat pocket.

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

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

Carefully bypassing a few patrolling crew members, Crane reached the area where there was movement, smelling the less obvious smell of blood.

With the help of Yuehua, he looked over and found that the former adventurer Cleves was crouching on the side of the ship to arrange something,

In the shadow of the cabin, which was more than ten meters away from this gentleman, there were three people, one was Cleves's companion, the female bodyguard in the black coat, and the rest were the children of their employer, a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, and a little gentleman less than ten years old.

The two underage little ones were wearing thick cotton nightgowns and tweed coats, and they came out in a hurry at first glance.

They shivered a little in the cold wind of the night, but they still crouched there energetically, looking at Cleves with blazing eyes.

Hide-and-seek?, Klein quipped in his mind.

He deliberately accentuated the footsteps, making the eyes of Cleves and the others turn to him.

"Friend, what's going on?" Crane said, recalling some of the bounty hunters he had met in the East End.

But he still retains the coldness and sharpness that characterize Gelman Sparrow's identity.

Cleves said without changing his expression:

"A private job, an unexpected and exciting hunt. ”

Hunting?Crane suddenly became interested.

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

Crane didn't rush to ask why, and laughingly pointed to the shadow next to him with his left hand wearing "Wriggling Hunger":

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

Cleves, who was crouching there, glanced at the girl and the boy, and said in an unchanged tone:

Cecil wasn't careful enough to wake Donna and Denton and had to let them follow. ”

The girl named Donna wrinkled her nose when she heard that she was mentioned, and asked Klein with a curious face:

"Uncle, you're also an adventurer?"

Uncle, even if I am on Earth, I am at most 10 years older than you! Klein laughed:

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

He turned to Cleves and said:

"Hey man, what prey did you find?"

Cleves looked at the crimson waterways:

"A fish-man. ”

Although it is the lowest kind of creature, it is still quite troublesome for ordinary people to deal with it, and they have to have five or six people and four or five guns to be sure...... By the way, the scales of the fish-man are very strong, and the pistol can only be half-broken, and it requires a repeating rifle...... Crane raised an eyebrow and asked:

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

Cleves pointed to the edge of the ship and said:

"There was a little sign of the mucus on its body, and it had tried to climb onto the ship and attack the passengers an hour or two before, but the deck was still bustling with sailors and crew. ”

Crane took a few steps forward and saw that the edge of the ship's side was indeed showing some blue-green corrosion.

Recalling the information he had come into contact with in the city of Tingen, he corroborated the contents of the writings and asked rhetorically with interest:

"Why must there be one, and not a herd?"

He remembered that the fish-people had a tendency to live in groups.

"If it's a swarm, they'll just destroy the bottom of the ship and sink everyone, and besides, the swarms of fishmen in this waterway and the surrounding waters have long been cleaned up, and the people of the Church of Storms love to hunt them. Cleves explained calmly.

That's because the Fishman probably corresponds to one of the main materials of the Sequence 9 "Mariner" potion...... Crane Mo asked with a smile as he grabbed the revolver in his pocket:

"Are you sure?"

Cleves didn't answer directly, and opened the paper bag next to him, which contained the pig and cow offal still covered with blood, which was the source of the smell of blood that Klein smelled.

"All fish-people love this kind of food and can't resist their temptation, but of course, these monsters love human offal above all, so in many maritime legends, it is emphasized that some pig and cow offal or canned offal should be prepared in the ship's galley. Cleves said as he sprinkled some pellets on it, "and peppercorns will cause the fish-man to smoke marijuana-like excitement and lose some of his balance, which will last for a minute or so, after which the fish-man will be very tired when the high euphoria has subsided." ”

He quickly took out a wooden box from his clothes, and smeared the turquoise paste on the tips of the triangular thorns, daggers, and daggers:

"The popular mint paste in Port Prieter is a unique sweet for humans, but in the eyes of fishmen, it is a deadly blood toxin.

"In addition, I borrowed two rifles from the sailors, and made a promise not to disturb the place for twenty minutes, which cost a lot of money, but if I succeeded in hunting a fish-man, I would have ten, twenty, or even thirty times the catch. ”

He is a veteran adventurer who has an unusually clear grasp of the weaknesses and problems of his prey...... Hearing him say this, I felt that they really had a chance of successfully hunting fishmen, even if they weren't extraordinary...... It is true that low-rank Extraordinaires are not much stronger than ordinary people when faced with traps and thermal weapons...... It's not for nothing that the low-order extraordinaires who died in the gangster's fight...... However, the fish-man is like wearing a full-body armor, which is not so easy to kill, it will be injured, but it may not be able to escape...... Klein asked curiously:

"You seem to have killed quite a few fishmen?"

"Understanding the characteristics of common sea monsters is the premise for an adventurer to survive. Cleves was not praised for his joy and remained still.

While the two were talking, the girl Donna and the boy Denton crouched in the shadows, listening with relish, and they thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

Well, I'll have to make up for that as well...... Klein smiled and said:

"I see, I didn't bother you, did I?"

Cleves said in a low voice as he threaded some of his internal organs onto the boom:

"If you want to get involved, take care of Donna and Denton so Cecil doesn't have to be distracted. ”

"Okay. Crane, who wanted to be a bystander, smiled and agreed.

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