Lord of the Silver Crow

After Yago said these words, Captain Friesen looked unsurprisingly:

"Then think about it until tomorrow. Today, the three of us will go to the Di Lude Theater to continue investigating the murder case."

After speaking, he took the lead and left the room.

"Ok."

Yago nodded and followed, still feeling unsafe in his heart.

He is still in the state of third-person options.

As if floating above and behind himself, he was observing the surroundings.

For the three possibilities just now, the possibility of mind-reading should be eliminated. The possibility that mind-reading has not yet started is uncertain, but it should not be high. After all, he has already told him the name of the potion. He is treated as a member...

Wait, if he was exposed from the beginning and was used as an undercover agent for another organization, would he be calculated to disclose false information to him?

But this is not justified. If he has the ability to read minds, then his thoughts are exposed. He should also be exposed that he is not an undercover agent?

With a sigh in his heart, Yago gave up thinking about this endless chain of suspicion, and turned to the last one, which is the first possible thinking.

If it is the first...

The review has been completed.

Before he enters the stronghold, no, enters the prayer room, no, before he enters the gentleman's club or even comes, is there a means or tool for censorship in the things he experienced before?

Yagos thought about the people he saw and experienced along the way, while observing the people around him from the third-person perspective, trying to find possible ways to read the mind.

In terms of human beings, everyone in and out of your field of vision may be a mind reader.

In terms of items...

Speaking of it, Friesen called himself here, and the first place to go was the door to the right of the goddess statue and entered the room of the underground stronghold.

But what is said.....

Yago felt from the heart that the content of the conversation in the room to the left of the goddess statue was obviously more important.

In other words, if the mind-reading or mind-reading ability is carried out through objects or some "ritual magic", then the location should be the objects that have appeared in the distance from the door to the right of the goddess statue to the underground room.

Pillars like vines?

ladder?

room?

Yago recalled the memory after the autistic behavior of using words to deceive himself...

Wait a minute, book?

After thinking about it, it seemed that after entering that room, the book that Friesen threw at him at random was the most suspicious.

But it is impossible to be sure without evidence. Maybe the underground room is the disguise, and the room to the left of the goddess statue has the means to read the mind?

Yago turned his head and glanced at the two rooms on the left and right of the goddess statue, wandering vigilantly around the two rooms hanging on the chain of suspicion.

Maybe it's a goddess statue?

And when Yago, who was caught in the chain of suspicion, went to the Dillard Theater with Friesen and Alenesia...

........

In the storm, a giant beast is walking on the ground, with a giant mechanically driven foot.

A mechanical behemoth.

That is a huge castle.

It’s a shocking sight. The big and small gears on the behemoth are turning. Steam gushes from the chimney and gears of the castle, wrapping around the mechanical behemoth, making it look like fog. Moderately acting in the cloud.

At this moment, a man wearing a black tuxedo and a top hat is standing a few kilometers away from this mechanical behemoth.

His line is deep, and his right eye with a sunken eye socket is embedded with a monocle.

The man watched the giant mechanical behemoth move forward, but he didn't mean to come close.

In other words, he approached but failed.

"It's too early, trying to explore higher sequence potions before digesting the sequence 9 potions..."

He sighed, and there was a crystal-like luster reflected in the deep eyes under the hanging monocle:

"After trying for so many days, I can't even enter the gate."

He sighed, took off the monocle embedded in the eye socket, and stared at the seemingly ordinary lens:

"But, what is going wrong? Why can't the'Detective' potion and the'Mutilated' potion coexist?"

Squinting his eyes, the crystal-clear eyeball in the right eye, completely different from the left eye, turned slightly stiffly:

"No, it must be able to coexist. Even if the dead brigade has to sacrifice half of its people, it will have to attack the Broken Gear stronghold to obtain the information, and even the Beyonder of the Broken Gear team is willing to sacrifice a Sequence 7 Beyonder. The price must also be blocked, and the intelligence that needs to be paid to protect and **** should not be fake."

"What went wrong? The potions of the'Detective' and the'Invalid' should be able to coexist, and the control of the digestion time as a variable cannot be successful. It does not work whether it is taken for a year or for a day. Why? Each experiment will lose control and become a monster after taking the'Detective' potion?"

"What the **** is going wrong? Until the reason is clear, I can't continue the experiment. The materials for making the potion are no longer enough."

Clenching the monocle in his hand, he stared deeply at the behemoth mechanical beast that continuously emitted steam like the source of mist and disappeared from his field of vision amidst the rumbling noise.

"This book can only be explored if you step into the intermediate sequence at least. Otherwise, even if you successfully solve the puzzle, you won't be able to take the potion you get. It can only cause danger... Give up exploring for now.

Whispering to himself, the man turned his head, and along with the mechanical behemoth that was carrying, or that the body itself was a castle, disappeared from his vision, the surrounding space also began to collapse and shatter.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a studio full of gears and clockwork components, and there were several bird-shaped robot dolls being made on the workbench.

When his left eye looked to the left, his right eye also looked strangely in a completely different trajectory to other directions, confirming the surrounding environment.

No danger.

After confirming that there was no danger, he inserted the monocle in his hand into the sunken eye socket again and jammed it. The non-smooth mirror surface blocked his slightly peculiar right eye.

After putting on the glasses, it seemed to be a confirmation again, he glanced around again:

"You can avoid danger by entering the book world together with your body, but there are also unsafe places. Next time, try the method of just throwing your consciousness into the book world."

Muttering to himself, he closed the storybook that was flatly placed on the workbench, raised his head, and looked at the bookshelf above.

"The Great Craftsman Pitéan", "The Moving Turret-Candrian's Behemoth", "Clockwork and Doll", "Demon Eye", "Song of the Crow", "Footsteps in the Shadows"... ..

Sweeping his gaze over the storybook, the man adjusted the position of the book and placed the storybook to the far left.

After doing all this, he turned and walked out of the workshop and into the bathroom.

However, he didn't enter the bathroom to solve an emergency or take a bath.

After reconfirming that there was no danger, he removed the ring from his hand and hung it on the third of the row of hooks on the bathroom wall.

When the ring stopped shaking, an insignificant tremor sounded, and a hidden door appeared on the ground:

"You need to buy new experimental products..."

After entering the secret door, after walking for a certain distance, he entered the huge sewer that exuded a strong stench and was full of rats and various scavengers.

After turning around for more than ten minutes, a corpse lying halfway on the ground in the aisle on both sides of the sewer appeared in his field of vision.

He came straight to the corpse and said in an indifferent tone:

"I need two laboratory animals."

The rotting eyes of the originally motionless "corpse" suddenly rolled, making a muddy voice:

"Hey, no problem, but Ashun, you need to give me a bottle of the'Defective' potion."

"Don't call my name."

The man squinted his eyes slightly, and then continued:

"Add me two more."

"The corpse" gave a hey smile, and murky Arabic uttered from the rotting and leaky mouth:

"A deal, can the four down townsmen?"