Watching the assassins of the Santalin Society disappear in the distance, in a wilderness in the southern suburbs of Silver Moon City, several unmasked figures surrounded the young man named Weiss just now.

"Captain, that reserve plan...is it too risky!" One of the figures looked at the young man in confusion.

"No matter how risky it is, the plot characters are rushing in front of us, what does it have to do with us?" Weiss's mouth twitched slightly, showing a sarcastic smile, and then sighed, "Actually, what I am worried about is not the reserve plan, nor the Silver Moon Alliance, but the strangers who broke into the cellar!"

"Captain, didn't you say that those people might be adventurers passing by?" One of Weiss's companions asked hesitantly, "Are you worried that they are..."

"Well, that's right, I have a premonition that they may be the same people as us. Don't forget that the Starry Sky once reminded us that this task is a competitive plot." Weiss's face showed a gloomy look, "The people from Santalin Club are now eager to complete the order, and their mental state is already unbalanced, otherwise how could they neglect such an obvious flaw.

Think about it, if it was really just some foreign adventurers who broke into the cellar, how could they keep the cellar completely as it was. If they really thought it was a masterpiece of the werewolf, how could they not even bury the body? This is not a world of technological civilization. Do you have to wait for the police and forensic doctors to come and clean up the scene?"

Several companions around Weiss smiled bitterly and looked at each other. This was indeed a big loophole. Of course, this was mainly because of Mosmeer's magical backtracking magic, otherwise they would be skeptical and even kept in the dark by the intruders.

"Captain, then what do the opponent want to do?" a dark shadow asked in contemplation, "If this is a competitive mission, then as long as they bring the body to Elaszhuo, the Santalin Club's plan will be equivalent to failure, right?"

Qin Lun and others could not recognize Angelo's identity at that time, but if they brought the corpse to Elaszhuo, then the Lord of Silver Moon might have a way to identify the corpse. After all, that voter who was a magic goddess, the legendary figures were all strong people with high rankings, and they might even be a saint above the legend.

"Hehe, it depends on what those people are thinking. Perhaps their next plan is similar to ours. Even if it is a competitive task, both sides cannot cooperate at all." Weiss grinned with a flashing look, "Of course, all this is just some unfounded speculation now. I hope we won't use our reserve plan..."

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"Damn it, Santalin will have those dirty rats. I haven't found any clues after so many days!" Mastasha slammed the wooden wine glass on the table, shouting with a slightly drunk expression.

"Hey, Mastaxia, can you be gentle?" Qin Lun rubbed his temple helplessly, "After all, you are a master of harpists, so you won't be so disobedient. Besides, your harpists companion has already started to take action, maybe there will be news soon."

"It's useless, it's been five days. The night after tomorrow it's the Silver Moon Celebration. I'm afraid it's too late this time." Mastasha burped and stared at Qin Lun with drunken eyes. "Feral, I always feel that you should have clues, but you've always been hiding them from us."

"Is that so? You're thinking too much?" Qin Lun said lightly as he waved his wine glass without changing his face.

"Oh, if you didn't hide anything, why are you still alive and not worried at all?" Mastasha turned his face sideways, and a hint of clarity appeared in his drunken eyes.

"Why should I worry? Elaszhuo is a legendary strongman, and it is not easy to assassinate her. Besides, it has been several days. The conspiracy of the Santalin Society and the information of the Dead Soul Flower Potion should have been passed to the ears of your harpist companion."

Qin Lun smiled indifferently, "Let's relax, we have done everything we can do, and it depends on your arrangements. Besides, whether the Silver Moon Alliance can establish a country or not has much to do with our elves, right?"

"Hey, don't you want to use this incident to make the Moon Elf Clan and the Silver Moon Alliance an alliance intention?" Mastasha asked in surprise.

"It's up to man, but if it really doesn't work, I can't force it!" Qin Lun shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You seem to have too many expectations for me. I'm not a god, and I can't succeed if I want to do anything."

"Is that true?" Mastaxia glanced at Qin Lun meaningfully, "Forget it, I'll go back first."

Watching Mastasha stagger out of the underground bar, Elistin and Idriya looked at each other.

"Feral, we..."

"You have been patient for a few days before you told her what happened on the farm?" Qin Lun sighed. He didn't want to tell the two of them what they had arranged a few days ago. First, they might not agree to use the Silver Moon Alliance as cannon fodder, and second, they cannot keep their secrets.

Idriya is a little better, Ilisten is too soft-hearted, if Mastachard asks a few questions, she will definitely reveal her feelings.

"When I was having tea together the next morning!" Ilistin's rare pretty face turned red.

"We went late at night, and you showed your bottom the next morning?" Qin Lun stared at the elf druid incredibly, as if he wanted to see a flower in her face. "So Mastasha is here to question me now. It's her who is patient, not you two?"

"Anyway, we haven't found any more clues on the farm, have we? Or you've found it, but we didn't tell us!" Ilistin was angry and bitten back angrily, pushed open the plate and stood up, "Idriya, I'm full!"

"You shouldn't have hidden it from her. No matter how simple Elistin is, she has almost found something strange these days." Idriya said calmly, stood up and chased the elf druid.

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

"Don't look at us, Hill and I will not help you coax women!" Rand raised his glass and ran into Hill, who was also smiling.

"Three gentlemen, this is your wine." Just as Qin Lun and others had a drink, the waiters in the bar held another round for them.

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

"I'm treating you!" Conan Rondo, the bartender at the bar and the head of the hand of light, waved his hand to signal the waiter to leave. He bowed to the three of them, pulled a wooden chair and sat down.

"Thank you!" Qin Lun raised his glass to him calmly, and stopped looking at him. The atmosphere suddenly seemed a little awkward.

"By the way, three, have you gained something a few days ago?" The bartender seemed to feel the bad attitude of the three apostles holding people thousands of miles away, and asked with a natural smile.

"Why do you come and ask us? Didn't your hand of light send someone to check it out?" Qin Lun sighed and put the wine glass on the table. He couldn't calm down tonight.

"The city gate was closed that night. 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.

As the local snake in Silver Moon City, the gate of the Light has no effect on them. This is just an excuse.

In fact, Conan did not visit the farm at night like Qin Lun and others, but just because it took some time to gather people. They did not just go to investigate like Qin Lun, but planned to capture all the hidden assassins in Santalin.

But Conan didn't expect that Qin Lun and others were moving so quickly that they actually passed by that night.

"There is nothing?" Qin Lun's heart moved and exchanged a faint look with Hill and Rand. It seemed that Santalin would have come back after they left.

"Qin Lun, you didn't use lucky gold coins that night, did you?" Hill couldn't help asking in the team channel.

"No, it seems that we are very lucky. Although we don't know why Santalin was not on the farm at that time, it was obviously a time difference by us." Qin Lun replied on the team channel with a smile.

"Where are you, I asked the other waiters in the hotel. You didn't rest in the hotel that night." As Qin Lun and the other two were communicating on the team channel, Conan stared at Qin Lun's eyes and asked word by word.

"Even professionals as professionals as you can find anything, how could we get what we could gain that night!" Qin Lun calmly met Conan's gaze. He even kept Yilistin in the dark, how could he tell the Hand of Light about Angelo?

"Prince Feral, with your noble status, you should have something important to do when you come to Silver Moon City in person." Conan suddenly showed a smile and said confidently, "If you can share the gains from that night with the Hand of Light, then maybe I can also help you. You must know that our president is a bit important in the eyes of Lord Elaszhuo."

Qin Lun glanced at Conan with appreciation. No wonder this person was pushed out by the hand of light as a receptionist. In terms of negotiation skills, he was not inferior to some old foxes at all.

The meaning of Conan dialect is very clear. Qin Lun is the Elf Prince of Seopia. When he comes here, he either is hostile to the Silver Moon Alliance or wants to find allies for the future Yaoyue Court. The Hand of Light can speak in front of Elaszhuo. They can help him in this regard, and the corresponding one is that he wants to tell Conan the clues of the Santalin Society.

If Qin Lun is really a Seopia Elf Prince, then the Conan transaction should be able to achieve his goal. Unfortunately, Qin Lun is just an apostle, and there may be nothing in the Torrell world except Ilistin.
Chapter completed!