Chapter 362: Calculating the Remnants of the Dark Night

Vivian, who was unable to come out because the door was blocked by Peter and David, heard the words advance, and her originally lifeless eyes suddenly became gleaming.

But after a while, her eyes dimmed again.

He owed too much money to the bank. Conan Doyle was just a descendant of a minor nobleman. How much money could he have?

Not to mention that her relationship with him was not to the extent that they could lend each other such a large amount of gold pounds.

Vivian sighed softly in her heart. Her pretty face, which originally looked like she was hopeless, was becoming even more hopeless now.

"Let! I'm going out!"

Vivian, who suddenly became a little irritable, didn't want to wait until they finished talking.

She had to go out and look for traces of ghouls as soon as possible. Killing one more would reduce the pressure on her.

Hearing Vivian's slightly annoyed voice behind them, Peter and David quickly gave up their seats.

After Vivian left, Peter muttered:

"What's wrong with Vivian? She didn't seem so irritable just now."

David spread his hands aside and said that he didn't know either.

"Forget it, leave her alone!"

Unable to figure out the reason, Peter shrugged and gave up thinking.

Immediately he looked at Eros and said, "Then let's go hunt ghouls too."

As he spoke, Peter walked out of the Special Operations Department with brisk steps and humming an unknown tune.

David smiled at Eros and then followed him.

It wasn't until they reached the street outside that the two of them walked towards two different places.

Looking at the disappearing figures of the two men, Eros's lips curled up slightly, so he should start too.

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Under the deep and dark night, this giant city next to the sea looks particularly quiet.

The hustle and bustle of the day has completely disappeared.

Only the occasional ringing of bells, the sound of wheels, and the sound of chewing coming from the deep alleys in a corner of the city indicate to pedestrians that the city has not completely fallen into deathly silence.

Eros wandered in the dark night, looking for his target with a calm expression.

In a dark and damp sewer, a man whose right foot had been replaced with a steam prosthetic leg staggered forward.

The man skillfully passed through the forks one after another and came straight to a passage.

Just as he was about to get into the passage and continue walking forward, the sound of conversation suddenly came from another fork not far away from him.

Although the sound was slightly distorted, the man could still tell that it was a conversation between a man and a woman.

The man held his breath, controlled the spiritual fluctuations in his body, and carefully stood up, hiding his existence as much as possible.

In the fork in the distance, the man with a slightly distorted voice spoke.

"How was the investigation? Did you discover any useful information?"

After hearing this, the man not far away moved his eyes slightly.

Judging from the meaning of these words, it seems that I can overhear some secrets.

I just don’t know if this secret is valuable. If it is, I can sell it and make a lot of money.

Even if it is worthless, then I actually lose nothing.

Just when the man was expecting what the other person said next to be of great value, the woman on the other side of the fork spoke.

Although her voice was also distorted, the man there could still clearly hear what she was saying.

"I sorted out all the cases and rumors about the Lost Island in the past thousand years."

"I found that the movement caused by the Lost Island is very similar to the authority of the legendary evil god of the night."

"Whether it is that the existence will be erased after going to the island, or the island will disappear from time to time, this is really like the power of the evil god of night."

"I suspect that the Lost Island is related to the Evil God of Night."

"After all, the legendary secret power is controlled by the evil god of night."

After the female voice finished speaking, the male voice was silent for several seconds, and then spoke after a while:

"I heard that at the end of the Second Era, after the Evil God of Night was killed by the nine major churches, his authority and the shattered kingdom of God were scattered all over the world."

"For the past tens of thousands of years, those remnants of the night have been working hard to collect the fragments of the evil god of the night's kingdom."

"If I spread the news."

"Let's just say that there are fragments of the Kingdom of God suspected of being the evil god of night on that lost island, or there is authority there."

"Do you think that the remnant of the night who is currently wandering in Haidaram will go to the Lost Island after hearing this news?"

"After all, we didn't lie to him. These records about the Lost Island are true."

"If he doesn't believe it, he can even investigate it himself."

At the end of the male voice's words, there was a slight chuckle in his tone.

After listening to what the man said, the woman didn't let the man wait too long and responded immediately.

I heard the woman say with the same smile:

"At that time, we can ambush outside the waters of the Lost Island."

"As soon as that remnant of the night appears, we will capture him alive."

"Not bad!" The man clapped his hands and laughed.

"At that time, we can even let the remnants of the night enter the Lost Island."

Hearing the second half of the man's words, the woman was obviously a little confused:

"Why should we let him in? What if he dies in there?"

"Didn't the agent tell us to try to capture him alive?"

The man smiled and waved his hand, saying, "When we capture the remnant of the night alive, the agent will definitely take action."

"With him watching, the remnant of the night will not get into trouble."

"And the reason why we let him in is to use the remnant of the night to confirm whether there are fragments of the kingdom of the night evil god or authority on the lost island."

"If it is really confirmed that it exists, do you know what it means?"

At the end, the man's tone was already a little fanatical.

"What does it mean?" The woman was puzzled.

Hearing this question, the man's face became solemn in an instant, and he said in a voice that was almost like a chant:

"I once obtained a piece of knowledge from an unknown existence in an ancient ruin. That knowledge was about the fragments of the kingdom of God."

"It said that the fragments of the kingdom of God of the gods contain the secret of becoming a god."

"When the time comes, as long as I tell this to the agent, he will definitely agree with my approach."

"Revenge against the remnants of the night is important, but in front of this secret that can become a god, it seems insignificant."

After the man finished speaking, he laughed proudly again, as if he was proud of his own strategy.

After laughing, he seemed to have discovered the abnormality of his companion, so he asked in a puzzled tone:

"Why are you shaking all the time?"

"My legs are a little weak!" The woman answered with some difficulty.

It seemed that she was completely frightened by what the man just said.

After hearing the woman say that her legs were weak, the man laughed strangely:

"Do you want me to lend you a leg?"

"Hate it!" The woman obviously understood what the man meant, so she replied with some coquettishness.

"Tsk! If you hate it, why are you bending over?" The man's voice was full of ridicule.

"Forget it!" The woman muttered.

"No, no, no! Lend it to me! But even if I lend it to you, I guess you can't use it."

"How about this, you turn your back and give me your hand, and I'll push you."

The man laughed.

"That's fine!" The woman hesitated for a moment and replied.

After that, there was no more conversation on the fork in the road, only the fine footsteps that gradually faded away.