Chapter 663

Looking at the assassins disappeared in the distance. In a wilderness in the south suburb of Yinyue City, a few naked figures surrounded the young man named Weiss.

"Chief, that backup plan Is it too risky! " One of the figures looked at the young man doubtfully.

"No matter how risky it is, the characters of the plot are in the front. What does it have to do with us?" Weiss's mouth twitched slightly, with a wry smile, and then sighed, "in fact, I'm not worried about the backup plan, nor about the silver moon alliance, but about the strangers who broke into the cellar!"

"Chief, don't you say those people may be adventurers passing by?" One of Weiss's companions hesitated and asked, "are you worried that they are..."

"Well, yes, I have a hunch that they may be the same as us. Don't forget that starry sky once reminded us that this task is a competitive plot. " Weiss's face showed a shade of gloom. "The people of the santalin society are eager to complete the order now, and their psychological state is unbalanced. Otherwise, how could they neglect such obvious flaws.

Think about it. If it's just some foreign adventurers who break into the cellar, how can they keep the cellar as it is. If they really think it's a masterpiece of jackals, how can they not even bury the body. It's not a civilized world of science and technology. Do we have to wait for the police and forensic doctors to come here and clean up the scene? "

Several of Weiss's companions looked at each other with a wry smile, which was indeed a big loophole. Of course, this is mainly because of the magical retrospective magic of mosmir. Otherwise, they are afraid that they are still skeptical or even unknown to intruders.

"Chief, what does the opponent want to do?" "If it's a competitive mission, then they just need to bring the body to alastraw, and the santalin plan is equivalent to a failure," a dark figure asked

Qin Lun and others could not identify Angelo at that time, but if the body was brought to alastra, then the Lord of Yinyue city might have a way to identify the body. After all, that is the electorate of the goddess of magic. Among the legends are the very top ones, even the saints.

"Haha, it depends on what those people are thinking. Maybe their next plans are similar to ours. Even for competitive tasks, the two sides are not totally unable to cooperate." Weiss's eyes twinkled and grinned, "of course, now it's just some groundless speculation. I hope we won't use our own backup plan..."

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"Hateful, I haven't been able to find any clues for so many days since those filthy mice in sutalin met!" Martasha smashed the wooden glass on the table with a slightly tipsy look.

"Hello, Martha, will you keep your voice down?" Qin Lun kneaded his temple helplessly. "You are also a master harpist. Don't be so rude. Besides, isn't your fellow harpist already on the move? Maybe there will be news soon. "

"It's useless. It's been five days. The day after tomorrow is the silver moon celebration. I'm afraid it's too late this time." Martasha burps and stares at Qin Lun drunk. "Ferrar, I always think you have a clue, but you always keep it from us."

"Yes, you think so much." Qin Lun said quietly, shaking his glass.

"Oh, if you don't hide anything, why are you still there? You don't worry at all." Martasha turned his face, a light in his drunken eyes.

"Why should I worry? Alastra is a legend. It's not easy to kill her. Besides, for several days, the conspiracy of the santalin society and the information of the dead soul flower potion should also be passed on to the Lord's ear by your harpist companion. "

Qin Lun smiled nonchalantly. "Relax, we have done everything we can. Next, it depends on your arrangement. Besides, whether the silver moon alliance can be established or not has nothing to do with our elves, right? "

"Eh, don't you want to use this event to let the moon elves and the silver moon alliance reach an alliance intention?" Asked Martha in surprise.

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

"Is it?" Martha gave Qin Lun a meaningful look. "Forget it, I'll go back first."

Watching Martha stagger out of the underground bar, Alistair and Idria look at each other.

"Ferrar, we..."

"It took you a few days to tell her what happened on the farm?" Qin Lun sighed. He didn't want to tell the two of them about their arrangements a few days ago. First, they may not agree to use the silver moon alliance as cannon fodder. Second, they can't keep secrets.

Idriya is a little better. Elisteen is too soft hearted. If martasha asks more questions, she will be exposed.

"When we had tea the next morning!" Elisting's rare face turned red."We went late into the night, and you came out the next morning?" Qin Lun stared at the Elf Druid as if he wanted to see a flower in her face. "So Martha comes to question me now. She is the patient, not you two?"

"We didn't find any more clues on the farm, did we? Or you have found it, but you haven't told us! " "I'm full, idriya!" he said

"You shouldn't have lied to her. Elistin, no matter how simple, has found something strange these days." Idria said quietly, rising to chase the Elf Druid.

"So my acting has declined?" Qin Lun looked at the other two companions with a wry smile.

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

"Three gentlemen, here is your wine." Just as Qin Lun and others had a drink, the bartender of the bar gave them another round.

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

"I invited you!" Conan Rondo, the bartender and head of the hand of light, waved the waiter away. He bowed to the three and sat down in a wooden chair.

"Thank you!" Qin Lun raised his glass to him and stopped looking at him. The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"By the way, three, did you get anything the other day?" The bartender asked with a natural smile, as if he could not feel the bad attitude of the three apostles.

"Why do you come and ask us? Didn't your hand of light send someone to inspect it?" Qin Lun sighed and put the glass on the table. It's not peaceful tonight.

"The gate was closed that night, and we went to the farm the next morning, but there was nothing there, and there was almost no clue." Conan said with a calm face.

The hand of light is the local snake of silver moon city. The closing of the city gate has no effect on them. This is just an excuse.

In fact, Conan didn't explore the farm at night like Qin Lun and others, just because it took a little time to gather people. Unlike Qin Lun, they are just going to investigate, but they are going to kill all the assassins that will be hidden in santalin.

It's just that Conan didn't expect Qin Lun and other people to move so fast. That night, they actually went there directly.

"Nothing?" Qin Lun's heart moved. He exchanged a dim look with hill and Rand. It seems that after they left, santalin would have returned.

"Qin Lun, you didn't use lucky gold coins that night, did you?" Hill asked on the team channel.

"No, it seems that we are very lucky. Although we don't know why santalin wasn't on the farm at that time, it's obvious that we beat him for a time difference." Qin Lun smiles and replies on the team channel.

"As for you, I asked the other waiters of the hotel that you did not rest in the hotel that night." Qin Lun's three people are communicating on the team channel, but Conan stares into Qin Lun's eyes and asks word for word.

"Even your professional staff can't find anything. How could we get something that night!" Qin Lun calmly looks up at Conan. He even hides illistine from the drum. How could he tell the bright hand about Angelo.

"Prince Ferrar, in your distinguished capacity, came to Silvermoon city in person. There should be very important things to do." Conan suddenly showed a smile and said confidently, "if you can share the harvest of that night with the hand of light, maybe I can help you a little. You should know that our president has some weight in the eyes of Lord alastraus. "

Qin Lun took a look at Conan with appreciation. It's no wonder that he was pushed out by the hand of light to be the receptionist. In terms of 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 spirit of seopia. He came here either to be hostile to the silver moon alliance or to find allies for the future king court of the moon. The hand of light can speak in front of alastraw, and they can help him in this respect. Correspondingly, he should tell Conan the clues of the santalin society.

If Qin Lun is really the prince of the zerpian, then Conan's deal should be able to achieve its goal. It's a pity that Qinlun is just an apostle. Maybe there is nothing in torrill world that he cares about except for elistin.

"You think so much, we really don't find anything!" Qin Lun shook his head calmly. "As for my purpose of coming here, I can only tell you one thing. King tynquillas doesn't know where I am now, so this is not an official visit. It doesn't matter whether his Excellency alastraw has noticed me. "