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After Mr. Wax asked this question, the people on the dock, who originally had different focuses, all looked at Fan Ning.

"Guess?"

Fan Ning narrowed his eyes when he heard it.

What exactly are these people from the Special Patrol Office up to?

Both sides knew it well, and apart from the degree of shamelessness, it was a bit difficult to guess what kind of conversation they were expecting.

"The attacker's motive?" Fan Ning smiled lightly twice, "At first, I guessed, who on the ship had something? Or did they 'think' that there was something? They wanted to covet it, but during the whole attack process, there was no room for verbal communication. It didn't seem like they wanted anything, otherwise why didn't they try to negotiate and threaten first? In my opinion, this group of people seemed to not want us to go to the Western Continent for some reason?"

His eyes collided with Mr. Wa's flowing face in the stone tablet without any avoidance.

Don't want to come here?

Roy, who had been watching from the sidelines, felt the intense confrontation in the eyes of both sides. While he was worried, a strange state of mind emerged from it.

The entire family has always regarded the authorities as the biggest threat, and has always been cautious in their arrangements, always hoping to use some means of building momentum or leveraging power, but now he alone, so indifferent - at least seemingly nonchalant - stood on the opposite side?

Mr. Wax on the stone tablet nodded slightly without comment after listening:

"Reasonable guess and analysis. Master Fanning, have you ever thought about why the people here don't want the people on the ship to reach the Western Continent?"

"Oh, this is hard to figure out." Fanning glanced at him, "I am here with the Old Symphony Orchestra to participate in the Harvest Art Festival, not to subvert and sabotage Janus. How can they not want me to come? How can they go against the development of the art industry? I guess only secret organizations can do it."

The shadowy figure of Mr. Wax nodded.

"That makes sense, Master Fanning, then you take it."

Two origami birds flew out of the stone tablet, and Fanning didn't feel any special spiritual aura on it.

After slowly falling into Fanning's hands, they turned into normal paper.

"The 30th batch of "purge" list" "The 31st batch of "purge" list"

Fanning quickly scanned the content above, and the lines of names came into his eyes. The corners of his eyes jumped inadvertently, but he quickly raised his head again calmly.

There were a few names he was familiar with, including nobles, officials, artists, and even knowledgeable people from schools or churches!

"The secret organization headed by the God's Advent Society has been bewitching people and spreading heresy all day long. Our department will thoroughly investigate and purge them, and will never be lenient."

"From now on, each batch of execution lists in our department will be shared with you at the same time. As a "parliamentary observer", you are also welcome to supervise the official security work. But Master Fanning, if you want to completely draw a line with these dangerous elements who were executed, I am afraid you have to study the reasons more."

"Laxus, take this person on the ground away."

The ghostly light and shadow on the stone tablet slowly melted and dissipated.

Laxus looked at him meaningfully again, and then arranged for several of his men to pull up the stupid man on the ground.

"Master Fanning, don't worry." Cardinal Richelieu, who was standing beside him, spoke loudly, "Although the journey was not peaceful, we will reach the territory of the Holy City next, and there will be no disputes. In this grand festival, there will only be pure collisions and competitions of art." The "shooting list" in his hand was tapped lightly, and Fanning just thanked him when he heard this.

He looked straight ahead and watched the Special Patrol Office finally evacuate from the dock.

The two high-ranking officials of the church exchanged pleasantries with Fanning for a while.

They talked a lot and expressed their concern, but they did not have any intention of asking or discussing the core of what had just happened.

Fanning couldn't help but feel a little amused by the performance of these two "old acquaintances". He also knew that the church was unwilling to wade into this muddy water at this time. However, he had not witnessed this scene before and thought that Fanning's attack was really done by a secret organization. It was just a courtesy to "improve the reception standards". Now that he really came, he didn't want to get too involved before the internal investigation of the cause.

But since he came, he had to accompany him all the way back to the Holy City.

So the number of ferry fleets increased again, and the church's boat led the way in front of the waterway, and both parties entered their respective cabins.

Xilan pulled Roy onto his own boat. As soon as Roy entered the door, he quickly pulled up the curtains everywhere, and then stood in front of Fanning's wheelchair.

"Miss Roy, you make me feel very oppressive."

Fanning looked helplessly at the bright yellow figure "looking down" in front of him.

If it were placed at the angle of the "selfie lens" in the previous life, this might be a "death perspective" that would make the appearance bottom out, but thank God, the degree of pleasing to the eye at this moment has not diminished at all. It's been a long time since we last met. The scent of grass, blackberries and peaches also seemed precious because of the long-lost reality. However, the colorful belt around the other person's waist was about to float to Fanning's face.

"I'm wondering if you are pretending or if you are really that miserable." Roy crossed his arms and thought.

Xilan next to him suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Xuexue Senior Sister, what did you say? Pretending?"

"Originally, I was planning to wait for him to come to me on his own." Roy lowered his voice and laughed, "I didn't expect this kind of news to come. At first, my 'intuition' felt that he was probably seriously injured. If he touched him more He was going to die immediately, so he couldn't help but rush over halfway, but now, his 'intuition' felt that he was actually not as seriously injured as he looked? With this guy's temperament, if his strength hadn't increased so much, I'm afraid I wouldn't have chosen to 'return' a few months ago. Now that I've come back, I've already prepared for an attack of this magnitude, especially today when I'm in the mood to expose the senior officials of the Special Inspection Department in front of so many people. One dish."

The more Xilan listened, the more surprised her face became, and finally she looked at Fan Ning for confirmation.

"Don't listen to her, I will be seriously injured even if it's 'emotional or rational', okay?"

Fan Ning was also convinced by Roy's "intuition". He sighed and expressed his meaning in a subtle and vague way.

"That secret historian may not be known for his direct combat power among the Order, but his methods in some aspects are incredible. Everyone around me may become the target of investigation. Don't delve into this issue subconsciously. I was lucky enough to win, and my strength exceeded the authorities’ intelligence expectations, but it was not enough to alarm the higher-ups. Well, that’s it, I still need some time to recover.”

Sheeran seemed to understand something and nodded, while Roy's smile faded and he also sat down on the sofa and asked, "Have you figured out their purpose?"

"I just can't understand." Fan Ning immediately shook his head, "The conflict was forged long ago. From the moment I walked out of the graduation concert auditorium, some things could not be reconciled. In addition, the Santalan Fort subway incident, The "Resurrection" premiere day incident, the "Meat Sabbath" incident, etc. But I can't understand why these people turned against each other at this juncture. Could it be because I have become the "Crescent Moon"? Let's try to make it clearer. The pressure is too much, so you are stuck on the high seas when there is no evidence and no opportunity to miss? "

"No, that's not what I meant." Roy shook his head.

"I want to ask, do you know clearly? Did they want to kill you directly? Or did they want to control you first and take you away?"