Watching the assassins of the Santa Lin Society disappear into the distance, in a wilderness on the southern outskirts of Silvermoon City, a few unmasked figures surrounded the young man named Wei Si.

“Guild Leader, isn’t that backup plan too risky?” One of them looked at the young man doubtfully.

“No matter how risky it is, the storyline characters are still rushing in front of us. What does that have to do with us?” The corner of Wei Si’s mouth twitched slightly, revealing a mocking smile. He then sighed, “Actually, what I’m worried about is not the backup plan, nor the Silvermoon Alliance, but the strangers who broke into the cellar!”

“Guild Leader, didn’t you say that those people might be adventurers passing by?” One of Wei Si’s companions asked hesitantly, “Are you worried that they are …”

“Yes, I have a hunch that they might be the same as us. Don’t forget that the starry sky once reminded us that this mission is a competitive plot.” Wei Si’s face revealed a gloomy expression. “The Santalin Guild members are in a hurry to complete their orders. Their mental state is already out of balance. Otherwise, how could they neglect such an obvious flaw?”

Think about it, if it were just some foreign adventurers who broke into the cellar, how could they keep the cellar completely the same. If they really only thought of this as a masterpiece of the Jackalweres, how could they not even bury their corpses? “This isn’t a civilized world of science and technology. Do you still have to wait for the police and forensic doctors to come over before cleaning up the scene?”

Wei Si’s companions smiled bitterly and looked at each other. This was indeed a big loophole. Of course, this was mainly because of Mosmir’s miraculous backtracking magic. Otherwise, they would still be suspicious and would even be kept in the dark by the intruders.

“Guild Leader, what does the opponent want?” “If this is a competitive mission, then as long as they bring the corpse to Elaszo, the plan of the Santalin Society would be a failure, right?”

Qin Lun and the others couldn’t identify Angelo at that time, but if they brought the corpse to Elaszo, Silvermoon City Lord might have a way to identify the corpse. After all, that was the voter of the Goddess of Magic. Among the legendary figures, they were all very high ranked experts, and they might even be legendary Saints.

“Hehe, that depends on what those people are thinking. Perhaps their next plan is the same as ours. Even if it’s a competitive mission, the two sides are not completely unable to cooperate.” Wei Si’s eyes flashed with a grin. “Of course, all of this is just unfounded speculation. I hope we don’t use our backup plan …”

…

“Damn it, those dirty rats from the Santalin Society haven’t been able to find any clues for so many days!” Mustacha smashed the wooden glass on the table and shouted with a slightly tipsy expression.

“Hey, Mustacha, can you keep your voice down?” Qin Lun helplessly rubbed his temples. “You’re at least a master harpist. You shouldn’t lose your composure like this. Besides, your companion harpist has already started to take action. Perhaps there will be news soon.”

“It’s useless. It’s already been five days. The night after tomorrow is the Silvermoon Celebration. I’m afraid it’s really too late this time.” Mustacha hiccupped and stared at Qin Lun drunkenly. “Ferrari, I always thought you might have a clue, but you’ve been hiding it from us.”

“Really? You’re overthinking it.” Qin Lun said calmly as he shook his glass without changing his expression.

“Oh, if you didn’t hide anything, why is the old god still here? He doesn’t seem to be worried at all.” Mastasia turned her face away, her drunken eyes shining brightly.

‘”Why should I worry? Elaszo is a legendary expert. It won’t be easy to assassinate her. Besides, the plot of the Santalin Society and the information about the Death Soul Flower Potion should have been transmitted to your ear by your harpsichord companion, right?”

Qin Lun smiled nonchalantly. “Relax, we’ve already done everything we can. The next step will depend on your arrangement. Besides, whether the Silvermoon Alliance can be established or not has nothing to do with our Elves Clan, right?”

“Eh? Didn’t you want to use this incident to get the Moon Elves Clan to form an alliance with the Silvermoon Alliance?” Mastasia asked in surprise.

“Everything depends on people, 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 of me. I’m not a god. I can’t succeed in anything I want to do.”

“Is that so?” Mastasia gave Qin Lun a meaningful look. “Forget it, I’ll go back first.”

Elizabeth and Idrea looked at each other as Masta staggered out of the underground bar.

“Ferrari, we …”

“How many days did you have to endure to tell her what happened on the farm?” Qin Lun sighed. He didn’t want to tell the two of them about his arrangements the other day. First, the two of them might not agree to use the Silvermoon Alliance as cannon fodder. Second, they couldn’t keep a secret.

Elizabeth was too soft-hearted, and if Mastasia asked a few more questions, she would definitely reveal herself.

“The next morning, we had tea together!” Elistine’s face flushed red.

“We went late at night. Did you reveal yourself the next morning?” Qin Lun stared at Elven druid in disbelief, as if wanting to see a flower on her face. “So Mastassa is here to question me now. It’s her who’s patient, not the two of you?”

“Anyway, we didn’t find any more clues on the farm, did we? Or maybe you did, but you didn’t tell us!” Elistine angrily bit back, pushed the plate away, and stood up, “Idrea, I’m full!”

“You shouldn’t be hiding it from her. No matter how innocent Elistine is, he has almost discovered something strange in the past few days.” Idrea said quietly and stood up to chase after Elven druid.

“So my acting skills have declined?” Qin Lun smiled bitterly at his two companions.

“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.

“Gentlemen, this is your wine.” Just as Qin Lun and the others were drinking, the bartender gave them another round.

“We didn’t call the second round?” Qin Lun frowned and looked at the beautiful waitress.

“I invited you!” The bartender, Conan Londo, who was also in charge of the Hands of Light, waved his hand and signaled the waiter to leave. He bowed to the three of them and pulled out a wooden chair to sit down.

“Thank you!” Qin Lun raised his glass to him calmly and no longer looked at him. The atmosphere immediately became a little awkward.

“Oh right, three of you, did you get anything a few days ago?” The bartender smiled and asked naturally, as if he could not sense the three Apostle’s hostile attitude of rejecting people a thousand miles away.

“Why are you asking us? Didn’t your Hand of Light send someone to take a look?” Qin Lun sighed and put the wine glass on the table. He could not calm down tonight.

“That night, the city gate was closed. We went to the farm the next morning, but there was nothing there. There was almost no clue.” Conan said calmly.

The Hand of Light was Silvermoon City’s territory serpent, and closing the city gate had no effect on them. This was just an excuse.

In fact, Conan didn’t visit the farm at night like Qin Lun and the others, just because he needed some time to gather his men. They weren’t like Qin Lun who had just gone to investigate, but planned to capture all the assassins that Santalin would hide in one go.

However, Conan didn’t expect Qin Lun and the others to move so quickly, and they actually went straight there that night.

“Nothing?” Qin Lun’s heart skipped a beat as he exchanged a look with Hill and Rand. It seemed that Santalin would have returned after they left.

“Qin Lun, you didn’t use the Luck Gold Coin that night, did you?” Hill couldn’t help but ask on the guild channel.

“No, it looks like we’re very lucky. Although we don’t know why Santalin wasn’t on the farm at that time, we obviously beat him up a little bit.” Qin Lun replied on the guild channel with a smile.

“What about you? I asked the other waiters in the hotel. You didn’t rest at the hotel that night.” While Qin Lun and the others were communicating on the guild channel, Conan stared into Qin Lun’s eyes and asked word by word.

“Even a professional like you couldn’t discover anything. How could we have gained anything that night!” Qin Lun looked at Conan calmly. He even hid Elistine from the drum. How could he tell the Hand of Light about Angelo?

“Prince Ferrar, with your distinguished status, you should personally come to Silvermoon City. There should be a very important matter to attend to.” Konan suddenly smiled and said confidently, “If you can share the harvest of that night with the Hand of Light, then perhaps I can help you a little. Our president has some weight in Lord Elaszo’s eyes.”

Qin Lun glanced at Conan with admiration. No wonder this person was pushed out by the Hand of Light as a receptionist. In terms of negotiation skills, he was no weaker than some old foxes.

Conan’s words made it clear that Qin Lun was Theopia Elf Prince. He had come here either to fight against the Silvermoon Alliance or to find allies for the future Shining Moon Royal Court. The Hands of Light could speak in front of Elaszo, and they could help him in this regard. In response, he wanted to tell Conan the clues of the Santalin Society.

If Kieran is really Theopia Elf Prince, then Conan’s deal should work. Unfortunately, Qin Lun was only a Apostle. Perhaps, apart from Elistine, there was nothing else in Toril that he cared about.

“You’re overthinking it. We really didn’t find anything!” Qin Lun shook his head indifferently. “As for the reason why I’m here, I can only tell you one thing. King Tynequilas doesn’t know where I am now, so this isn’t an official visit. It doesn’t matter if Sir Elaszo noticed me or not.”