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"Is there a problem with Lord Bars?" Alice frowned, "What problem?"

The three people's eyes unconsciously focused on Aaron, looking at him as if he suddenly understood.

"I'm just making a conjecture," Aaron paused for a moment, reviewed the many details that suddenly came to mind, and then said after confirming that they were correct: "You and Ed came here three days ago, and you shouldn't have noticed anything unusual at that time, right? ?”

Alice nodded, "Indeed, Captain Colin was there at the time, and I watched him seal the door with his own hands."

Sartre added: "The hand-chopping ceremony requires a relatively closed environment, and there must be no contact with light during this period. Otherwise, the ceremony will fail, and the creeping hands being made will directly corrupt."

Aaron said thoughtfully: "So, we can think that the hand chopping ceremony to create the creeping hand started after Alice came?"

"If we calculate the time, the hand-chopping ceremony will be completed almost today or tomorrow. In fact, we are a step late." Sartre turned to look at the corpse lying on the bed, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Perhaps we should be thankful that we arrived a step too late."

Ed, who knew a little bit about the ceremony, couldn't help but said: "Is it because of the end of the ceremony?"

"Yes, at the end of the ceremony, when the hand chopping ceremony is about to be completed, a mark needs to be stamped, otherwise the creeping hand will not be able to be driven. In other words, the cultist who performed the hand chopping ceremony may have just arrived. Pass here."

Alice clenched her fists, glanced at the body, and then looked around, as if she wanted to find some clues.

"Perhaps my junior fellow student, Siosande, may have an idea. After all, he is a prophet, and I am just a prophet." Sartre could understand Alice's mood at this time.

Obviously if I had come here earlier, I would have been able to catch that cultist!

"Miss Alice, please calm down. This cultist is at least a Silver level. We can know that he has an 'Avenger' rune on his body, but we are only a Bronze level. Besides, we still need Mr. Aaron." Protect."

Three bronze-level warriors encountered a silver-level cultist, and the outcome was unpredictable.

This is because two of the Bronze Ranks are Alice from the Iris Family and Sartre from the Star Tower II. If they were replaced by ordinary Bronze Ranks, it would probably only become a one-sided massacre.

The three bronze steps will undoubtedly become the trophies of the cultist, and maybe they will be made into a new creeping hand by the mysterious cultist.

"Perhaps we just need to hold him off for a while, and the city lord will be able to..." Alice wanted to retort, but then she thought of something and suddenly froze, her face turned livid.

Seeing Alice acting like this, Sartre rubbed his chin and vaguely guessed something.

Aaron sighed, "Yeah, this is what I feel is wrong."

Lord Bars informed Alice that there was new progress, but this so-called new progress was actually no progress.

Regarding Tien's death, he only told Alice that Tien's death was different from what she had known before, which was equivalent to notifying Alice of the matter unilaterally.

However, the Lord of Bars could have told her this piece of news directly when they met for the first time. There was no need to invite her to the Lord's Mansion today.

If they hadn't met with the city lord, I'm afraid Sartre and Alice would never have gone to Tion's room today.

What's even more subtle is that today happens to be the day when the hand chopping ceremony ends, and the cultists have to show up to end the ceremony.

The timing was so perfect that it hardly seemed like a coincidence.

The place where the cultists held the hand chopping ceremony was in the city lord's palace, and the city lord Baars, as a gold-level Holy Grail extraordinary person, actually watched him perform this ceremony?

What on earth does he want to do?

"I really didn't notice this." Alice nodded to Aaron, her tone softening a bit.

It seems that this fiancé is not as useless as imagined.

"However, the question arises again..." Aaron coughed and gestured to Alice with his eyes, "Guess, did Lord Bars know that Master Sartre was with you before this?"

Just when Aaron said these words, it seemed as if a cold wind blew into the house from outside. The light from the candlestick shook a little, and even the shadows on the wall began to twist.

These words seemed ordinary, but the three people present couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Yes, what if... what if the city lord doesn't know that Sartre has come to Leiden City?

In that case, theoretically, it would be "possible" for two Bronze-level transcendents, Alice and Ed, to fight with a Silver-level cultist.

The cultist just left, but no one can guarantee that he will really leave. The "Charming Human" activated at the right time is the biggest proof.

Maybe during the battle just now, he was hiding in the shadows somewhere and quietly observing them.

So, what exactly does Bars want to do?

"The city lord should know about this." Sartre frowned and explained, "I will stay here, and the attendants will tell Bals the news."

Although he said this, he had already removed the suffix of "Lord of Bals City".

"But he didn't know that before..." Aaron sighed.

Sartre's expression finally changed. He couldn't help but look at Alice and Ed, only to find that their expressions were already ugly.

"Starlight above, evil insight." Sartre unexpectedly consumed a handful of spices to perform a simple ritual.

A blue light belt circled around the four of them, and nothing abnormal happened. Alice even waved the light belt away impatiently, "Master Sartre, what do you mean?"

"I'm sorry, but... Sir Aaron's words are really..." Sartre thought for a long time, and finally swallowed back the second half of the sentence, "It's too inflammatory."

He clearly only said a few words and gave no direct evidence. He even left most of the time to them to think by themselves, but they couldn't help but vaguely accept an extremely absurd statement - there was something wrong with the Lord of Bals City.

He had only seen this style and way of speaking in cultists.

If a simple insight into evil ritual hadn't shown him to be fine, even Sartre would have wondered whether Aaron had been possessed by a cultist.

"Perhaps, Lord Bars has a reason..." Alice could only reluctantly explain for Lord Bars at this time.

But suddenly, her throat felt much dryer, as if she hadn't drank water for several days, and it even hurt from dryness.

At this time, a rather familiar voice sounded outside the door.

"Yes, I do have a reason."

TAT

Thanks to Classmate Chen, Lao Yanque and Mr. Zuo for the tips~

I was originally on 996, but I still worked overtime at the company until 10:30 today...

It cost 78 oceans to take a taxi home, so I have to update on time at midnight...

It’s not too much to ask for some recommendation votes and monthly votes from QAQ’s new authors...

Don't keep books, there are many books and just keep them...

Gone……

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