When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1273: 5: I want to find someone; he is a scumbag

Chapter 1273: Chapter 5: I want to find soone; he is a scumbag.

Arsene’s expression suddenly turned serious.

His deep eyes frowned slightly, and his lips tightened instinctively. His arms and palms exerted force simultaneously, like a frozen statue.

“What’s wrong, Lord Arsene?”

The man who gave off a “pale” aura showed a brilliant smile, intentionally or unintentionally revealing his beast-like sharp teeth: “Did I mistake you for soone else?”

Alice suddenly widened her eyes.

Her eyes were filled with vigilance and astonishnt, needing to use rational restraint to suppress her chattering throat to avoid screaming.

——Vampire!

As a mber of the Hawkeye Organization, she naturally had a considerable understanding of the Son of the Moon lineage.

However, her strength was insufficient, and her status was too noble. Coupled with the incident in the Holy Nation not long ago, the organization dared not assign her to any adventurous tasks.

Thus, to this day, Alice had not personally carried out even one mission to assassinate a Son of the Moon.

And this Son of the Moon in front of her… Just by looking, Alice could distinctly feel an extrely strong sense of oppression.

The intense pressure was like the deep sea, suffocating and dizzying. Yet she dared not show any abnormality, not even letting on that she had recognized the opponent’s identity as a Son of the Moon… since ordinary citizens of Iris Flower should not have much knowledge about the Sons of the Moon.

Even in Iris Flower, the Sons of the Moon remained hidden in the shadows of society. To most citizens, “Vampire Sigoth” was still an urban legend, not sothing an innocent young lady should know about.

However…

Alice felt that this man deliberately flashed his fangs to provoke her into losing composure.

——Could it be that he had already recognized her as a mber of Hawkeye?

This filled Alice with fear, as if standing on the edge of a precipice.

She certainly knew how these Sons of the Moon would deal with the Hawkeye mbers they caught—re death would be considered the most rciful outco.

Most assassins, after being brutally tortured, would have their limbs severed, turned into “living blood packs,” squeezed into juice and thrown into the Blood Pool, or tortured to death with cruel punishnts. Female assassins like her would endure several tis more suffering and humiliation than their male counterparts…

At this mont, Arsene reached out, took Alice’s hand, and affectionately patted the back of her hand.

The moderate force and warmth of his palm brought Alice back to her senses suddenly.

“…Yes, I am Arsene.”

Arsene smiled, but there was no trace of warmth in his face.

He pursed his lips and cautiously asked in a soft voice, “May I ask… how should I address you, sir?”

“Just call Ibn.”

“Ibn” chuckled quietly and spoke calmly.

Ibn…

Arsene’s heart was stirred.

With the white robe and the sowhat peculiar Iris Flower language, he could basically confirm this guy’s identity.

…A Son of the Moon from Parthian Ancient Country? What a rarity.

After the brief introduction, the table fell silent once more.

In such an atmosphere, whoever spoke first to inquire about the other’s identity or purpose would fall into a disadvantage

The slender, white-robed, white-haired vampire rely smiled slightly, picked up the beer on the table, and drank heartily. There was no sign of a Son of the Moon’s elegance or evilness, but rather like an uncouth barbarian.

Alice stood in place, sowhat uneasy. She felt too conspicuous standing here foolishly, yet having missed the chance to sit with Arsene earlier, she felt that sitting now would appear out of sync…

The bustling tavern was like a furnace in the depths of purgatory, making the sweat drip down her back. Even the bard’s lute playing couldn’t soothe her nerves.

But after the two quieted down, she could clearly hear the bard’s storytelling:

“And so the white-robed Pope proclaid:

“‘Even if it’s a teorite, I can catch it! Sun, return to your rightful place!’

“Even the fallen Sun was awakened and once again beca holy and bright…”

“Hehehe…”

Upon hearing the story, for so reason, the white-robed vampire suddenly chuckled.

The sharp-eared Alice could tell that it was a mocking laugh.

She imdiately felt discontent—despite once being captured alive by the young Human Pope, she bore no resentnt towards Aiwass. Instead, she held respect for him and believed that aligning Hawkeye Organization with the Holy Nation was the only way forward.

Not to ntion, he was the hero who had defeated the Fallen Celestial Marshal and saved the world!

Now witnessing this vampire dare to disrespect the Pope, she beca impassioned and couldn’t help but speak up: “Do you have so objection to the Pope?”

“How could I?”

The white-robed vampire just laughed casually and said in a joking tone, “I actually hope he can conquer this world. It’s always better to bathe in the light than to walk in the darkness.”

These words seed sowhat inappropriate coming from a Son of the Moon… but as “Ibn” said them, he deliberately glanced at Alice. This made her tremble for a mont, as if the other had already seen through her true identity.

Walking in darkness… could that refer to ?

Sure enough, Ibn then casually asked, “Miss, how should I address you?”

“…Alice.”

Alice placed her hand on her chest and truthfully answered with her na.

“And your surna?”

The white-robed vampire chuckled, “Could it be that you think… if you reveal your surna, I’ll know who you are?”

“…”

Alice pressed her lips together, feeling an increasingly intense pressure.

“How perceptive you are.”

He said slowly, “Even so, you’re unwilling to give a false surna… is this your pride and sense of belonging to your family?

“—Miss Alice de Hacourt?”

Upon hearing this, Alice shuddered in astonishnt.

She couldn’t stop trembling and collapsed weakly into her seat.

The erald light in her pupils flickered intensely, dimming and brightening chaotically.

She wanted to escape, to leave here. And such thoughts instinctively activated her Path of Adaptation’s power, bringing her into a state of path resonance.

Yet Alice knew very well that revealing her identity as an Adapter in front of a Son of the Moon… would undoubtedly an death.

Hence, she beca more fearful, suppressing her instinct to flee; but forcing herself to abandon instinct to survive conford exactly with the tenets of the Path, causing her resonance with it to beco even more intense.

Normally living in a comfortable environnt, she couldn’t resonate with the Path of Adaptation at all. However, the brief understanding of the path she gained in just a few minutes now surpassed months from before…

anwhile, Arsene instead breathed a sigh of relief, seeming inexplicably more relaxed.

“Please don’t scare us.”

Arsene raised an eyebrow, speaking in a feigned relaxed manner, “Not long after arriving in the Iris Flower, you’ve already investigated our identities so clearly and even have the leisure to chat with us here. Surely there are so matters… you’d like us to assist with?”

He said this while being prepared to make an escape at any mont.

—If he guessed wrongly and the other was indeed acting on internal tips to catch them as a Son of the Moon, then he’d likely be done for.

Though not a local Son of the Moon… but judging from the oppressive force, this guy seed to be a Fifth Power Level “Duke” level Son of the Moon. Even if slightly inferior to that Red Chancellor of the Iris Flower, it wouldn’t be by much.

He could give it his all, perhaps giving the young lady a chance to escape. He dared not bet on being able to hold the opponent here, but at least if they were willing to entertain themselves a bit rather than directly draining her blood from a distance, there’d be so chance of survival…

And the white-haired Son of the Moon simply grinned, revealing a cruel and wicked grin as he slowly showed his wine glass.

“If I rember correctly,” Ibn said while casually picking his nails, “as the ‘Righteous Knight Phantom Thief’, Your Excellency Arsene, shouldn’t you be far from mixing with those thugs, swindlers, and killers living in the sewers with Hawkeye?”

He looked at Arsene and then scanned Alice. Just a glance almost made Alice wet herself in fear.

“—Or are you rely serving as a guest lecturer, giving them a course on theft?”

And hearing this, Arsene finally confird his thoughts.

The other indeed had business to seek him out!

He let out a sigh of relief, slightly relaxing his body. With so caution, he squinted his eyes without answering that question, directly asking, “Is there sothing you need to retrieve for you, Lord Ibn?”

Unknowingly, he had changed “sir” to “lord”.

“It’s not sothing.”

Ibn chuckled, “I want you to help find a person.”

“Rest assured, I have enough friends. As long as he’s still in the Iris Flower, I can find him for you no matter where he is!”

This Mr. Strange Thief declared confidently.

“That’s great then.”

Ibn smiled gently, making his thin face appear less terrifying.

But before Arsene could catch a breath, the next words made him feel suffocated:

“The person I’m looking for is that famous detective from Avalon—Mr. Sherlock Hers.

“According to my information, you should know his whereabouts, Your Excellency.”

Those were calm, gentle words, yet they carried a suffocating and oppressive force.