"It..." The expression on Sherlock's face was indescribable.

The shock and fear, the twisted feeling of the whole face, has exceeded the limits that a normal person should have.

It's like a young man in his first love and passionate love suddenly sees his lover turning into a twisted caterpillar, and is painted with rouge lipstick, which emits a sweet and tender "Dear" from his big red mouth.

Qiao Lingling shuddered.

He looked at Sherlock attentively, ready to listen carefully to his amazing statement.

"Ayer, it's the owner."

"Benefit?" Joe looked at Sherlock and repeated the word.

"Yes, owner." Sherlock stretched out his hand to Joe, and without saying anything, Joe stuffed a large cigar between his fingers, and at the same time put a wine glass and a bottle on the bedside table, and even a huge crystal ashtray on the side.

Sherlock's fingers shook, and a little spark spurted out from his fingertips, igniting the cigar.

After sucking and siping a mouthful of clouds comfortably, the abnormal flush on Sherlock's face gradually dissipated, and his body and mind were quickly returning to normal.

"Ah, I feel much better." Sherlock shook his white-skinned arms: "If not, the newly grown limbs are still a little weak. Well, where should I start?"

Sherlock pointed at Joe with a burning cigar butt: "Remember, for the list that Florence gave, you went to the Royal Bank of Ice Sea, Hydera branch, and took that box away?"

Qiao's pupils shrank and he nodded.

It was such a wonderful assassination. If Joe hadn't had his strength far surpassed his rank, he would have been killed in the street that time.

"The one who started was a sword-holding man." Sherlock said in a deep voice: "When you were assassinated, I was in the building and I witnessed the whole process. I originally wanted to help, but I didn't expect that you solved all the problems yourself."

"I was surprised that a sword-holding man appeared so by chance... So, as an Al member of the same level as him, I mobilized the power I had, including some spies, spies in the Ice Sea Kingdom in Fort Heidra, some of the power of Al, and some of the relationships I have developed over the years."

"Uh, I have to say, you're in a lot of trouble."

Sherlock vomited a smoke ring and said in a deep voice: "I can't tell you the whole truth of the matter, because I just happened to break some of the inside story."

"There are only a few points I can tell you."

"First, the Florence you caught was a substitute... The list of members he gave and the list of subordinates he developed within the Deren Empire were just his intentional target of cleaning."

"Florence has occupied Heidra Fort for too many years. Those led by him, some of the members of Al, some of the peripheral members developed with him as the center, have... deteriorated. So much so that Florence can no longer control them completely."

"It's like Justice Weilun of the Whisper Forest Club, he is an outside member. His duty is to help Florence accumulate wealth, sell stolen money, and whitewash some of the shameful money into reasonable and legal income."

"And Justice Weilun, as far as I know this investigation, he has been greedy for at least 100 million gold marks in Florence in the past thirty years... He has long been included in Florence's purge list, but this time he borrowed your knife and slashed at them."

Joe's face was pitch black.

No matter who is regarded as a pure tool, you will not feel much better, right?

"Secondly, start the attack on the Derren Empire, and Ayer directly controls a powerful empire, and then arms it with Al's knowledge and resources to become the minions they directly control... This is the plan of a small group of kings led by Florence."

"Of course, behind Florence and others, there are stronger, more senior, and older beings."

"So, when their plan was just launched and before they even saw any results, you caught Florence's stand-in and tortured, got the list, and even cleaned up the Al members and peripheral members on the list."

“This angered a lot of people.”

"Ayer, at least, is the Al that we can contact now, which has long deteriorated. Those high-ranking waiters, archbishops, and bishops, they are already separatist princes entrenched on the continent, and each of them has mastered extremely huge power."

"Joe, you can understand that knowledge can bring wealth, and in Medland...wealth can bring everything."

Qiao remembered that he used to exchange two ordinary new prescriptions for huge wealth in Tulun Port. Think about Ivan and his team warriors, who gathered around him because of their high salary.

Sherlock's words are not completely right. Money may not necessarily bring everything, but money can bring huge power. This is undoubtedly a matter of no doubt... Not to mention, it is an organization like Al, which has been hidden in the deep waters of Medland for many years, developed for many years, and mastered too many secrets and unknown mysterious knowledge.

"So, you arrested the stand-in in Florence, after a king nicknamed Majestic Tower fell in Fort Heidra, the internal stress mechanism of Al was activated."

"Originally, it was just the people behind the king, Florence, the bishops behind the Majestic Tower, and the Archbishops were alarmed, and they all sent their minions... But what was alarmed were some waiters with higher status and more resources."

Sherlock looked at Joe deeply: "What do you say about these waiters, Archbishop?"

Shaking his head, Sherlock pointed to his arms and legs that had just grown back not long ago: "They have lived for too long and are no longer human... But because of this, their power is beyond ordinary people. Ordinary sixth and seventh levels are definitely not their opponents..."

"They may not have many forces directly in their hands, but everyone is very powerful and terrible."

"They were alarmed, they began to investigate the truth thoroughly, and then they discovered the plans of the small group of kings... They were interested, and they began to change the plans that were originally simply controlling the Derren Empire."

Joe widened his eyes: "What do they want to do?"

Sherlock shrugged: "This is the most deadly thing I found out... Although it is not comprehensive, I can probably make up for it."

"Third, Florence and Darbou are colluding with each other. I don't know what conditions Darbouu promised him, but he is now with the contemporary pope of the Golden Oak Church... The contemporary pope of the Golden Oak Church, he is in Fort Heidra."

"The ordinary believers in the Medlands do not know, but for Al, it is no secret--for the sake of the balance of Dhabou, the Pope of the Golden Oak Church and the Pope of the Silver Oak Church will never be separated from each other for more than three hundred miles."

"So, the contemporary leader of the Golden Oak Church and the Silver Oak Church, the two largest charlatans in Medland, are both in Fort Heidra."

"Florence and his allies want to do something against the entire Al organization."

Instead of using the cup, Sherlock grabbed the wine bottle and took several sips.

"Fourth, those waiters who rushed out hurriedly like they were scalded by a soldering iron, they changed Florence's plan beyond recognition, but even more terrifying."

"They are ready to sacrifice the entire Delun Empire, and at all costs, hundreds of millions of soldiers and people from the Delun Empire and other countries, they are going to start a crazy bloody massacre to..."

Sherlock's voice gradually became low: "They wanted to lead out the existences that stood at the peak of Al. In those legends, Al was established, but their names had disappeared from all history books... or, they deliberately erased existences."

Qiao laughed: "What are you trying to pull them out? Do you recognize your relatives?"

Sherlock looked at Joe quietly.

Joe's smile became more and more awkward, and finally he stopped smiling and looked at Sherlock a little dryly: "They have other purposes?"

Sherlock nodded slowly: "All those who can join Al are smart people."

"And those waiters...the level 30 waiters are almost at the peak of Al...they are even smarter people."

"They are knowledgeable, smart and wise. They have almost mastered all the secrets in the world... but they don't understand what kind of people are standing on the real mountain top of Al."

"They lived long enough, but they couldn't see the top of the mountain clearly."

"A group of smart people who are already impatient but smart enough, guess what they want to do?"

Before Qiao could answer, Sherlock said in a deep voice: "Of course they wanted to find out the legendary people, and then really see what kind of scenery the top of the mountain is."

"For this, they will do whatever they want... Of course, for them, at any cost, as long as it is not their own blood sacrifice, there is no need to have any concerns."

Joe was silent.

With Sherlock's description, he was able to outline the full picture of those waiters.

These waiters...ho!

"They don't seem to be very powerful," Qiao poured himself a glass of wine and said slowly.

Didn’t he kill two waiters before, by the small lake?

"Those are just two clones... Using some kind of magical artifact, they used a little bit of their flesh and blood to copy their bodies, and then used a little bit of soul-controlled clones." Sherlock said coldly: "If they want such clones, with the strength of their souls, they can have tens of thousands."

Joe closed his mouth tightly.

There are tens of thousands of clones like that?

Damn it.

Sherlock said leisurely: "Now, let's talk about the problem of feeding owners."

"This question is what I found by a direct subordinate of a waiter. When they gave me orders and asked me to work hard for them, I used my means to find out a little bit of the real core secret."

"Ayer, they raise their gods!"
Chapter completed!