"Detective, that was impressive, your Silvermoon Slash just now was almost more powerful than my Sunlight Gun. Sage-Level Relic, truly extraordinary."
Having confird the opponent's death, Miss Beyas praised between breaths, taking a small bottle filled with holy water from her pocket and drinking from it, as she had expended a considerable amount with the Arcane Techniques she used continuously.
Shard looked down at the necklace on his neck then back at the body of the Five-Ring Sorcerer. If the opponent hadn't opted to transform into Ghost Mist, the three of them wouldn't have won so thoroughly.
"Even among Sage-Level Relics, the necklace you borrowed from so lady, detective, is quite amazing, oh~"
Miss Annette grimaced in pain, clutching her chest and moaned before sitting down on the stairs. Even in victory, the cost was not absent; she was injured.
Neither Shard nor Miss Beyas checked on Miss Annette's condition; the forr quickly walked toward the stairs to listen for any footsteps outside, while the latter kept a vigilant watch over the paper-strewn underground, on guard for a possible second Circle Sorcerer.
"No problem."
It was quiet for a good bit before Shard said softly.
"All clear here too, the battle ended fairly quickly."
Miss Beyas stated, both were decisive and reliable individuals, and Shard appreciated such qualities in these ladies.
The young female sorcerer continued to scan the surroundings alertly, while Shard took a small water-filled bottle from his pocket and approached Miss Annette:
"Drink so, not too much or you'll get hiccups. If the external injury is severe, you can pour it on the wound."
The desecrated silver light glittered on the surface of the water. After Miss Annette took it, Shard conscientiously turned away, only turning back to take the empty bottle when the lady behind him whispered that she was better.
Shard had nurous healing thods; Satiety Food treated physical injuries, Cyndia's Silvermoon Blessing healed ntal afflictions, and the Ever-Youth Leaf, if used as a consumable, could completely restore soone from a critical condition.
This mission, his combat power aside, just his supportive abilities were sufficient to make an impact.
"Need more healing?"
Shard asked this as well, but Miss Annette stood up, shaking her head:
"I'm alright now."
Shard also asked Miss Beyas:
"Do you need healing?"
She too shook her head:
"Not for now, detective, hurry and search the body, then we must leave imdiately."
Relics are extraordinarily precious, and the recorded relics would not exceed five figures. Not every Circle Sorcerer possesses a Relic, at least not those outside of the Order or the Academy. But that did not an the scar-faced man killed had no relics; Blood of rcury, for that ludicrous goal, had gathered many notable items with the help of Puppeteer's Script.
Although an initial search hadn't produced any suspicious items on the body, Miss Annette simply tossed a coin and confird that the man must have had a relic.
"Having a Diviner along sure is convenient."
Both Shard and Miss Beyas shared this thought.
They found nothing again in a second search, but with the help from the voice of a woman in his mind, Shard, wearing gloves, managed to extract a small glass vial from inside the dissected corpse. The vial was nearly disk-shaped but only as large as a quarter of a palm, lacking a stopper and was hidden directly in the liver of the corpse.
For power, a Circle Sorcerer would pay any price, Miss Beyas didn't mind losing an eye, and this scar-faced man had the courage to stuff such a large item into his abdon. The vial had very little rcury inside, just covering the bottom, and as Shard shook it, the remaining rcury inside swayed too, though no matter how he tilted it, the rcury refused to pour out.
"Do you know what this is?"
Shard asked his companions, and both ladies shook their heads:
"An unknown relic itself is a risk, let's hide it here for now, and we'll take it when we leave; today's most important target is the Silver-Eyed One."
Miss Annette said, and Shard temporarily hid the vial back underneath the corpse.
The basent was spacious, with stacks of cardboard boxes almost forming a maze. After searching the body, the next task was to find the entrance to the underground ruins, which was hidden.
As Miss Annette prepared to perform another divination, such specific searching required so ti. anwhile, Shard used Echo of Blood to observe the ground, sadly finding nothing except the blood spat out by Miss Annette.
Thus, he resorted to using Echo of the Past to capture sounds in the past 36 hours. The underground storage being left alone, human voices were scarce, so Shard imdiately caught on to a sound, the voice of the now-deceased scar-faced man:
"Damn you, Diak, hiding downstairs and not coming out, making
guard the door for you. One day, I will take your place, and I'm going to shove your fucking *stuff into*."
From the tone, it was a voice of complaint.
After that sentence, only the sound of pacing back and forth was heard, and so Shard ended the effect of his arcane technique and listened again.
There were no sounds, apparently, in that ti period nearby, nothing had made a noise.
So, he listened a third ti.
Still no sound, but Shard patiently waited for several dozen seconds. Surprisingly, he then heard the sound of the underground warehouse door being opened.
He was startled, but seeing that neither lady reacted and the door remained undisturbed, he knew this was a sound from the past.
The door must have been completely opened, followed by footsteps coming from the stairs, then the scar-faced man's voice speaking:
"Mr. dis, good morning,"
His tone was very respectful:
"When did you arrive in Tobesk? Sorry, we didn't co to et you."
He apparently wasn't from the Blood of rcury.
"Just arrived, and the weather here is really awful,"
Mr. dis, using a heavy Draleon accent, made it hard for Shard to distinguish where the accent was from.
"You must be tired,"
The man with the scar continued, and Shard could even imagine his respectful expression.
"It should be done. So, according to the plan discussed by the school and the Silver-Eyed One..."
"Hmm? The Blood Spirit School? But didn't Miss Galina say they wouldn't arrive until the weekend?"
Shard frowned.
"...it's my job to go into the ruins and confirm what you people have discovered."
Mr. dis continued.
"No problem, please co with . It's not easy to access the entrance to the ruins."
Shard frowned as he looked ahead, then raised a finger to his lips to shush his companions, urging them to make no sound. He then followed the sounds he heard into the deeper southern part of the underground warehouse.
The recent skirmish hadn't reached here; the storage crates in the print factory were neatly stacked together.
The sound of boxes being moved echoed, followed by a key turning in a lock and a trapdoor being laboriously opened. Two n said goodbye, one of them clearly entering beneath the trapdoor before it shut again, the lock clicked into place, and the boxes were moved back while the footsteps of the scarred man headed towards the warehouse exit.
"Co on, over here!"
It was only then that Shard spoke out, and the two ladies imdiately followed him.
Shard spoke rapidly:
"There's a man, not from the Blood of rcury, who entered the ruins this morning to et with the Blood of rcury. Likely from the Blood Spirit School."
"Such an ancient organization? No matter, no enemy matters. But did he co out again?"
Miss Beyas asked.
"I don't know. I can try to capture the sound again, but I'm not sure how long it might take to hear another valuable clue."
"We don't have that much ti to waste. Since the Silver-Eyed One already knows about the attack here, they must also be preparing,"
Miss Annette said as she swiftly shuffled her deck of cards.
"The detective has already found the entrance,"
Miss Beyas said.
"No, not looking for the entrance. I want to try divining for our next move..."
Pulling out the top card, but not showing it to the other two before slipping it back into the deck:
"The divination shows that the Silver-Eyed One likely hasn't realized there's a problem on the surface. No reason to retreat, keep moving forward."
As she spoke, her purple eyes took turns gazing at the others. Shard, for the sake of the "God's Gift Box
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