As for Sherlock Moriarty, he has already proved his credibility through cooperation time and time again.

Restraining the huge disappointment and doubts, Maric said without any change in expression: "Then let's leave the vicinity as soon as possible."

As soon as the voice fell, his figure began to fade, truly showing the characteristics of a "resentful soul".

Emlyn subconsciously wanted to ask which puppet master the other party was familiar with, but after opening his mouth, he felt that this would damage the image of the blood race, so he swallowed the words back.

"Even if I know that master, I don't have the money to buy it... For the mission I carry, I always have to make some sacrifices... It's a pity that I failed to catch the demigod of the Rose School of thought this time, and I can't figure out their headquarters. Under the current situation, it is difficult to get back the sacred object left by the ancestor..." Emlyn's expression gradually became serious amidst his thoughts.

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Backlund Bridge area, Iron Gate Street, one of the billiard rooms of the "Brave" bar.

Klein in the image of Sherlock Moriarty is sitting opposite Sharon and Maric.

After a brief silence, Sharon, who was wearing a black palace dress and sitting on a high stool, looked at the big detective opposite and asked, "What do you think?"

Klein thought for a while and said, "The impact of that 'Red Moon' was quickly dissipated."

"You mean, since the demigod of the Rose School of Thought has already detected a huge danger through a certain method or a certain existence, why did he set up this temporary, ineffective trap?" Maric and Sharon looked at each other After a glance, he opened his mouth in thought.

"Yes." Klein nodded, "He should be able to foresee that under such a huge danger, a trap of this level can be easily resolved, so why would he waste time arranging it instead of running away immediately? It's against biological instinct."

Sharon, who was wearing a small soft hat, moved her head invisibly: "The surface is a trap, but the essence is a cover?"

Klein responded slightly slower, "Yes, using such a trap to 'clean' the scene, block the divination, and cover up the specific situation at that time.

"Only by trying to cover up some secret, the demigods of the Rose School of Thought will take a huge risk and stay on the scene for a longer period of time."

"But they may not have thought that we have blood angels to help deal with the trap..." Maric put forward his own idea.

Klein smiled and said, "They won't ignore that there are angels behind you. Those who can attack the hidden members of the Rose School of Thought in Backlund so accurately must be defectors who know enough about them."

He was referring to the existence of Reinette Tinekerr.

"What's the secret that needs to be covered up?" Sharon seemed to accept Klein's suspicion, and asked with a straight posture.

Klein shook his head: "There are too many possibilities, maybe it's the secret of detecting the attack in time, maybe it's the secret of what they want to plan in Backlund..."

Having said that, Klein tried to introduce the Rose School of Thought into Backlund's current tense situation, but found that without their position, it is impossible for righteous gods or evil gods to cooperate with the "Mother Tree of Desire".

This made Klein even more puzzled, wondering what kind of accidents such unknowns would brew.

He paused for a moment, glanced at the faces of Sharon and Maric and said, "In short, we must be cautious and careful, and even come here less often.

"Well, on the premise of ensuring your own safety, try to monitor other members of the Rose School of Thought to see if you can figure out the hidden secrets."

"Thank you." Sharon's figure floated up and saluted.

So does Maric.

The crimson fire suddenly rose, and Klein's figure disappeared in place.

According to the prior agreement, because he had no chance to make a move, the only reward he received was a free help from Reinette Tinekerr.

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Back at No. 160 Boklund Street, Klein was about to undress and go to bed, go to bed early and get up early, when illusory and layered prayers suddenly sounded in his ears. JrNovels.com