When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1275: 6: A Curiosity That Feels Dangerous to Oneself

Chapter 1275: Chapter 6: A Curiosity That Feels Dangerous to Oneself_2

——This aningless and entirely selfless theft is a classic elent of a phantom thief story.

Yes, Arsene is a follower of the Path of Devotion.

During this theft, however, Arsene encountered a slight mishap… he stole the other’s heart as well. Later, when Arsene was forced into a corner, it was Angelique who saved him and took care of the severely injured Arsene until he recovered.

Eventually, they fell in love.

It was thanks to Angelique’s cover and deterrence that Arsene’s actions as a phantom thief didn’t show any flaws; or rather, those who noticed the flaws didn’t dare to take action against the Duke of Vando’s son-in-law.

And Maurice Lebrun is Arsene—or rather, the “phantom thief’s” representative in the underground world. Many even believe he is the phantom thief himself.

He only confided this to his friend abroad, Mr. Hers… Since this gentleman before him knows this, it ans he is probably a friend of Hers.

…That arrogant Detective, does he actually have a Son of the Moon as a friend?

And so fierce…

Arsene suddenly thought about what the significance of this clothing was and hesitantly asked, “Are you… Pure Sect or Muddy Sect?”

The Ritualists of the Parthian Ancient Country are divided into “Pure Sect” and “Muddy Sect.” Pure Sect Ritualists vow not to use materials from their own kind, not to kill, and not to use curses—of course, there are no fixed rituals to prove their affiliation. After all, if such a ritual could be mass-produced, then breaking this ritual would be their graduation exam. So it holds no significance at all.

“Pure Sect.”

“Hmm, I knew it was Muddy Sect… Hmm?”

He was shocked.

Sons of the Moon don’t use materials from their own kind, don’t use rituals to kill, and don’t use curses?!

Is this really possible? Can this really be accomplished?

The vampire with long pale hair squinted his eyes, coldly watching him: “I am curious… how did you get to know that guy?

“I’ve heard he was at the Iris Flower, and just when he got involved with you, I didn’t know he also knew the renowned phantom thief Luo Sen.”

“…We actually only t once. And that was as opponents.”

Arsene admitted his identity openly, explaining in detail without reservation: “Mr. Hers once ca to the Iris Flower to watch an opera. And at that ti, encountered a case.

“I sent a warning letter to an old rich man with heart disease, stating that because he ‘stole’ the ‘hearts’ of others, I would steal his ‘heart.’ That bastard worked in real estate, colluded with the Hawkeye Organization, using deceit, intimidation, and various dark thods to acquire many houses and demolish them, intending to build his own estate. Many buildings over two hundred years old were thus destroyed by him… It was the life’s work for many elderly, and so died of heart attacks after being cheated out of their hos.

“But I never intended to kill him—I only take away others’ wealth. The value of life, such a luxury, is not sothing for to decree.

“However, while listening to the opera, his heart disease acted up. He was used to being alone, so he dismissed everyone. And just like that, quietly died in the box… By the ti he was discovered, he was already cold, and even the Priest from the Church didn’t have ti to treat him.”

At this point, Arsene remarked: “With such a severe heart condition, yet he liked being alone… Honestly, I think even without this incident, he was probably near death.

“—And because the police found my warning letter on him, I was seen as the perpetrator.

“Just as I was contemplating whether to personally unravel the mystery, Mr. Hers easily pointed out the real culprit. After that, I visited him once… After thoroughly exchanging views, though we could not agree on so matters, we beca friends. I’ve never t soone so intelligent and rational…

“This ti, I summoned him because I needed his help. I had encountered a rather troubleso case… And just when he had almost solved it, he was taken by a group of people.

“I knew those people—they were my father-in-law, the Duke of Vando’s personal soldiers. Since then, I’ve never seen him again…”

As Arsene was narrating, the Son of the Moon suddenly waved his hand.

Arsene fell silent, not understanding why. anwhile, Alice suddenly exclaid in surprise, looking around in confusion.

——The feather decoration on her chest just quivered.

This indicated that soone with the “Hawk Feather” dagger was nearby.

After the last incident, the Hawkeye Organization specifically provided her with this equipnt for her safety. It could sense the number of those with the Hawkeye nearby and imdiately send them an “I’m here” rescue signal.

Could it be… it’s going to be a fight?

Alice felt a bit nervous.

But she didn’t quite want the people from Hawkeye to appear and fight with Mr. Arsene…

They were both friends of the poor, both engaging in thievery. Yet when Arsene is hostile towards Alice, his animosity towards Hawkeye outweighs his hostility towards her as the “young lady”… This sowhat confused Alice.

In the next mont, Alice suddenly widened her eyes.

A young assassin girl erged from the vampire’s shadow, slowly materializing.

“The person trailing us has been dealt with.”

Her voice was quite gentle, yet Alice felt her worldview becoming chaotic:

That undoubtedly was the Hawkeye Organization’s unique skill—Shadow Stealth! Apart from the genius Croix, only those distinguished as “Assassin Master” standouts could grasp this secret.

Why… would the Son of the Moon and the Hawkeye Assassin Master mingle together?

Even Arsene was taken aback.

At this mont, the bar door was pushed open once again.

A little girl no more than eleven or twelve years old staggeringly pushed the door open. How beautiful she was, with her black long hair, delicate features like a doll, exuding a peculiar sense of inanimation.

However, everyone inside the bar seed to take no notice, and no one told her “minors are not allowed here.” It was obvious she had already been here once, or rather… her guardian was here.

“I’ve checked, there really are Sons of the Moon lurking nearby,” the girl said, coming to the side of the pale-haired vampire, affectionately sitting on his lap, “I ate them all, ow.”

She spoke while making a whining sound playful like a cat, seemingly implying sothing.

The pale-haired vampire, with a blank expression, tapped her skull gently but not too hard.

“…Your daughter?”

Arsene asked instinctively.

——Upon hearing that, the vampire surprisingly pondered!

“Yes.”

He replied, but after thinking for a mont, rigorously supplented: “Sort of.”

“Exactly!”

The little girl evidently displeased, loudly protested: “Clearly that’s what I am!”

She extended her hand towards Arsene with a delightful smile as if she were a little adult: “Hello, Mr. Arsene… I am Alai Ster.”

“…That sounds like a boy’s na, Miss Alai Ster.”

Arsene couldn’t help but make an indiscreet remark, yet still pinched the little girl’s fingers for a polite handshake: “Nice to et you.”

This na, if read in Iris language, would beco a common male na—or rather, a surna.

Alexander.

Arsene felt he had heard this surna sowhere before.

“In a way, it is indeed so.”

Miss Alai Ster grinned, revealing a pair of sweet dimples, inexplicably agreeing: “In every sense it is so.”

Arsene looked at this peculiar trio before him:

A man clad in white robes, a Son of the Moon from the “Thirsty Country” Parthian Ancient Country; a trusted female Hawkeye Assassin Master; and a young Son of the Moon girl with clear “noble aura,” who was even the daughter of that white-haired Son of the Moon…

What a bizarre trio! They seed like sworn enemies…

—How on earth did they co together?!

Are they all friends of Sherlock?

In Arsene’s heart, a curiosity was birthed, one so dangerous he even felt wary of it himself.