In the living room, Neville Asceptin was lying on the back of the sofa, checking the positions of his wife and eldest son from time to time.
For him, the most important thing now is the safety of his property and heirs.
"Has Detective Moriarty been out too long?"
In a daze, he suddenly raised his head and rubbed his eyes that were almost squinted.
"That gentleman went to the toilet. It might take a little longer, right?"
A bodyguard who had been visited by Klein just now looked at his sleepy companion next to him and carelessly shook his numb left leg.
As far as they were concerned, their employers were scared out of their wits.
The fact that his youngest son was cursed and that the robbers would never let him go were just conjectures made up by a guilty conscience of this businessman.
Even in the Backlund Bridge area where I live, if the house was robbed by robbers and the police were called, the robbers would be frightened and run away. How could they think of trying to rob again?
Not to mention how many people died. I guess the unlucky servant who had his little finger cut off was only frightened a few times. Otherwise, how could he still come back alive?
Seeing the dissolute behavior of the two bodyguards he hired, Neville Asceptin slammed the sofa angrily and swallowed back the scolding that had slipped to his lips.
When those robbers are caught, see how I deal with you!
But where did that Moriarty go, and why hasn't he come back for so long?
Neville Asceptin looked at the darkness at the door of the living room, and vaguely felt that he saw a vague shadow slowly walking out of it, becoming increasingly clear.
"Who is that? Go..."
As soon as Mr. Asceptin waved to the bodyguard behind him, he heard a familiar voice coming from the darkness of the corridor.
"Mr. Auceptin, I have bad news and good news here."
In the dim corridor, Klein walked out step by step, holding the collars of two bandits in one hand and holding a cane in the other. His black-rimmed glasses almost slipped off the bridge of his nose.
"Bad news and good news?" Neville Asceptin repeated dully, obviously not yet reacting to the fact that Klein, who said he wanted to go to the toilet, suddenly came back carrying two people.
But after all, he was also a businessman who had experienced a lot of things in the mall. He just glanced at the two unlucky guys who were dragged back all the way and he roughly guessed the whole story.
"Are these two bandits?"
As if he didn't dare to confirm, he took a closer look at the two men in Klein's hands, couldn't help but took a few steps forward, and almost bumped into Klein's chest.
How come we two are so close?
Only then did he suddenly realize that the bodyguard he hired had walked all the way without making a sound.
"I went and found them in the bathroom." Seeing that his employer hadn't fully responded, Klein immediately let go of his left hand. The two robbers fell to the ground, and the back of their heads came into close contact with the floor. Even if
I was about to wake up, but now I have to fall asleep again.
"They knocked someone unconscious there, probably the gentleman in charge of patrol... Hey, three of you, come over and help me tie up their hands and feet."
Stretching his aching wrist, Klein waved in the direction where the other three bodyguards were standing.
Looking at the gangster whose hands and feet were being temporarily tied up by the bodyguard with a kerchief in the living room, Neville Asceptin completely accepted this absurd reality.
The robber who had been on tenterhooks for several days was actually defeated by a middle-aged detective who took the opportunity to go to the toilet?
After letting out a long sigh of relief, Neville Asceptin suddenly tightened his brows and turned his head to look in the direction of Klein.
"Detective Moriarty, what was the bad news you just told me?"
"Bad news..." The heavy gold coins were tossed up and down in his hands. Klein looked at the results in his palms before saying in a long tone:
"Their boss is still in this house and is probably about to escape."
The gold coin in Klein's palm is tail side.
"What?"
boom!
Neville Asceptin stared at Klein standing in front of the window in disbelief. In the dark night, a gunshot accompanied by eye-catching sparks shocked the businessman with his mouth wide open.
It's the bandit leader, he's running away!
"Concierge, he bumped into the concierge. Go quickly, go!" Almost instantly, Neville Asceptin made a judgment from the direction of the gunfire, and regardless of the image, he shouted at several bodyguards who were standing aside.
shouted.
After all, he was the employer giving money. After being yelled at a few times, the bodyguards with only three-edged blades on their bodies filed out and ran towards the concierge.
"You don't have to go." Neville Auceptin saw Klein still standing in the living room, his bloodshot eyes stared for two seconds before he calmed down, his mind changed, and he waved his hand towards Klein.
If there were more than four robbers, wouldn't he, his wife and children be told to stay here?
The gas lamp on the top of the living room was still bright. Klein played with the gold coins in his hand, his mind already drifting to the matter of Will Asceptin.
After dragging two bandits back just now, he performed two fortune-tellings and found out that the last bandit leader would be caught without taking action himself.
It's just like... these robbers seemed to have been sent here on purpose. Even if I wasn't here, I'm afraid they would be caught by Mr. Auceptin for various reasons.
Mr. Asceptin's initial bad luck was not necessarily the work of his "younger son"; it was probably just the result of the conflict between two "mercury snakes".
But after that, Will Auceptin must have deliberately used this bad luck to get in touch with me naturally, or in other words, in order to get in touch with the "secret" naturally, he wanted to get help in a roundabout way to overcome his weakness.
Expect.
Dirty, the heart is really dirty. Do all these angels and true gods hide their hearts like this?
Even when he became a sealed object, he had the same face!
He suddenly remembered the real-time broadcast he watched on Huiwu after Tingen died. At that time, he had already seen the script written by 0-08. It was really unskilled to go from pretending to be confused to the next game.
Alas, maybe the red angel is the least scheming person I have ever seen?
Klein changed to a more comfortable position and massaged the muscles on his face while sitting.
Although that person wanted to get Him out, he really didn't deliberately lay any trap behind his back. Instead, he openly laid out the deal.
Could it be that the angels of the true Creator are unexpectedly simple?
If that Ourolius was really scheming, he should squat next to him and wait for Will Asceptin to take the bait.
Outside the living room, the footsteps became heavier and heavier. Klein, who was massaging his cheeks, not only put down his hand, but also turned around based on his feeling. He happened to see several bodyguards pushing a man with a bruised nose and face in, talking and laughing.
It seems that this is the "number one hero" in Will Asceptin's plan... Klein simply gave up on his "facial paralysis" and cleared his throat expressionlessly.
"It seems that the last good news has arrived. Congratulations to Mr. Auceptin, you are safe now."
He looked at Neville, whose facial features were somewhat similar to Will Asceptin's, and seemed to hear the sound of gold coins falling to the ground.
"Hey, your good luck has arrived, and the balance is once."
............
The light of lightning frequently split the sky, bringing a glimmer of brightness to the city-state shrouded in darkness all day long. From a distance, the two towers standing opposite each other seemed to be bathed in a thunderstorm, dyed with a silvery halo.
In the semi-enclosed room at the bottom of the round tower, the four elders of the six-member Silver City Council sat around the round table with solemn expressions.
After encountering Roholid, Chief Colin Iliad immediately ordered all team members to stay away from the ruins that concealed the temple of the true Creator. Against all opinions, he took a short break before leading the team back to Silver City, and
He put all the members, including himself, into the dungeon for isolation. After confirming that no one was involved, he and several other elders began the long-awaited conversation.
The main purpose of this meeting is to get Lovia to confess to the elders of the six-member council.
"So it was the demigod who first showed his kindness to you, so you could obtain the formula of 'Shepherd'?" Alexander looked at Doloviya, who was a head lower than him, with a tone full of distrust.
He is a "guardian", but because of his strong personal ability and his ability to be highly compatible with a holy-level sealed artifact, he became a member of the six-person council at the age of forty.
"If he really wanted to release goodwill, why did he deliberately ambush the team led by the chief this time?"
Under his severe scrutiny, Lovia behaved extremely calmly.
"Because of the 'Three-Headed Temple', sequence three of the 'Secret Prayer' can herd multiple demigods. It can be said that he is the saint closest to the angel level. He has always been seeking to find a temple to worship like a real angel.
A city-state of its own.”
"As far as I know, he did have such a city once, but it was later destroyed by... a more powerful force."
She struggled to replace the unspoken word "True Creator" with a more vague reference. After converting to this god, she was no longer allowed to say any words that "slandered" the god.
"So the reason why the 'Three-Headed Saint' escaped this time is because you happened to be near the city-state of that mysterious god, and he felt a more powerful aura?"
Waite Hilmon, who had a shiny bald head and a dark cyan symbol tattooed on his head, used his rich voice to suppress Alexander who was about to ask questions. At the same time, he glanced at Colin, who had remained silent, without leaving any trace.
"Perhaps, I also felt the strong malice coming from the ruins of the city-state, so I ordered everyone to return." Colin, who has fought side by side with Hilmon for many years, took the initiative to answer this question, blocking another person.
The mouth of the elder.
Alexander, who was obviously still suspicious of Lovia, had to swallow his breath and put all his guard down in his stomach after seeing the chief speak out again.
For two thousand and five hundred years, it is precisely by avoiding internal disputes and confrontations that Silver City has been able to persevere in the darkness to this day.
Anyway, after being baptized by the "Crown of Glory" and the chief's tone was set, Lovia's suspicion was temporarily cleared, and the meeting held for this purpose also broke up.
On the spiral staircase, Lovia, who had always been calm, suddenly stopped and looked behind her at the chief, who was half a body taller than herself, standing on the steps. For the first time, there were fluctuations in her eyebrows.