When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 918: 287 Aleister: Beat Them All Up!

Chapter 918: Chapter 287 Aleister: Beat Them All Up!

“Daily rage…”

Aleister fell into thought: “This sounds rather like the style of the Son of the Moon.

“The rage, apart from being in the domain of ‘sin and punishnt’, also belongs to the Domain of Blood. I believe it should be based on the powers of the Path of Love or Transcendence—either it’s a Curse, or it’s a ritual.”

“And that’s exactly the problem, Miss Aleister.”

Prince Xiyaldo’s expression was serious.

He picked up the black tea in front of him and placed it to his left: “If this is a curse, then it ans this chaotic rage is their intended result. But if it’s a ritual…”

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Imdiately after, he placed three sugar cubes into the empty cup on his right.

Just as he was about to pour his black tea into it, he saw Aleister extend her tea cup and poured her barely-sipped black tea in, gradually dissolving the floating sugar cubes. However, Aleister then inverted her own cup, covering it over her tea cup, obscuring his view.

Prince Xiyaldo frowned slightly and looked down at Aleister.

And Aleister continued nonchalantly: “That ans, this is rely ‘a ans.’ The other party wants to accomplish other objectives through this… Right?”

“…Yes.”

Prince Xiyaldo nodded in agreent: “That’s why I’m not afraid of a curse, but fear an unrecognized ritual… because if it’s the latter, it ans the chaos they want to stir is even greater than this matter.”

He said, looking down at the cup covered by the overturned cup, frowning deeply in thought.

What exactly was Miss Aleister’s purpose in doing this so suddenly…

“You an,” he tried to piece together the young Son of the Moon’s hints, “this is so sort of concealed conspiracy? We can’t see its truth because it’s been covered by another ritual?”

“Quite the guesser.”

Aleister sneered, standing up.

She slightly tilted her head, looking back at Prince Xiyaldo and the Astrologer by his side with a not-so-fortunate na: “What I an is, stop having tea here—cover it up, lest you get stuck to this chair.”

Hearing her words, Fenrir chuckled dryly: “Miss Aleister, aren’t your words a bit…”

…Too rude?

He didn’t utter the second half of the sentence, but Aleister evidently understood.

She just sneered: “If you think politeness will solve the problem, you might as well invite the ladies at the ball to dance for His Royal Highness the Prince.

“You invited here to kill soone—hope you realize that. Or are you saying…”

Aleister looked at Prince Xiyaldo: “You don’t think the issues in Leipzig can be resolved without killing, do you?”

“…Prepare the carriage.”

After a brief silence, Prince Xiyaldo spoke decisively: “We’re going back to the White Dove Opera House.”

“—Now, Your Highness?”

Fenrir was startled: “But it’s already too late! According to astrology, we surely won’t catch up with anything…”

“Ha, forget your astrology!”

Aleister laughed arrogantly, her slightly tilted body as if tipsy from drinking black tea: “I say there’s a problem there—it’s about to happen.”

“Uh… Alright.”

Fenrir was sowhat helpless, but he clearly had the awareness of a subordinate. Seeing Prince Xiyaldo’s firm stance, he imdiately sprang into action.

And Prince Xiyaldo turned to Aleister and asked: “Is it the intuition of a Son of the Moon? Or do you have any evidence?”

There wasn’t really any evidence.

Thought Aleister.

Mainly, by tradition, whenever she was nearing a special event like this, she would always encounter trouble that followed her…

Just like how a Detective always stumbles upon cases when stepping out… Although the issues she faced seed to stem from sothing about “heavy causality,” the outward appearances were the sa.

Although Aleister couldn’t directly choose one out of three and pick the only person with an alibi… she could at least be certain that if Leipzig encountered this level of trouble, she definitely wouldn’t be able to shake it off. It would sooner or later catch up to her.

She absolutely didn’t believe that because she didn’t enter to listen to the song and was instead taken away by His Royal Highness the Prince, it would all just end there—not to ntion, Honey Badger wasn’t soone she brought along, so any trouble there would be the sa.

Although Aleister herself had the incredibly real false identity of “Aleister Crowley,” Honey Badger’s identity was completely fraudulent.

Although if truly questioned, she—as the Assassin Master—could simply fight her way out, but that would definitely cause trouble for Hawkeye, and further lower the reputation of the Hawkeye Organization… after all, the remnants of the Fifth Power Level of Path’s energy were too clear, and Star Antimony had a whole bunch of Astrologers.

Please don’t discover , or else I’ll have to kill all of you to perfectly Stealth.

“I chose the wrong na.”

Thinking this, Aleister lanted: “What a pity.”

She shouldn’t have called herself Aigio; she should have chosen the na Connor.

“What?”

Prince Xiyaldo was unsure if his question was ignored or if that was Aleister’s actual answer. He felt a bit perplexed for a mont.

“You, you’re just too logical.”

Dragging the apparently car-sick Selene back into the car, Aleister sighed and reached for the compact mirror in her bosom.

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