When the plot-skips players into the game world

Chapter 392: Chapter 300: Catch All the Foxes That Come Chapter 392: Chapter 300: Catch All the Foxes That Come The sky was still dusk a moment ago, without any intermediary processes—it seemed that, in the next instant when no one was paying attention, it had jumped straight to night.

A crescent moon hung abruptly in the sky without any warning.

And at the sight of that moon, Aiwass even paused for a moment.

Considering the phase of the moon, it was likely that the New Moon Ritual would have to be held tomorrow night.

But…

…could it be so soon?

Aiwass clearly remembered that when they had arrived, there should have been five or six days left till the new moon.

Could it be that the flow of time here was not only chaotic daily, but even between days as well?

He suddenly grew worried—hoping they wouldn’t skip his New Moon Ritual.

Eagle Cape Village was a bit eerie.

Now Aiwass wasn’t even sure of the date anymore.

Just then, Aiwass felt the floor beneath him begin to cool.

He reached out to Sherlock as if asking for a scalpel, like a chief surgeon: “Candle.”

Sherlock obediently took out a candle from his material bag.

A spark appeared on Aiwass’s fingertips, lighting it.

In the moment the light shone, the chill beneath his feet dissipated completely.@@novelbin@@

—The Wild Hunt would not attack a house with light inside.

Now they could neither feel the cold nor hear the loud laughter and shouts of the Night Riders.

Therefore, they had no idea of the state of the battle outside.

“Go put out the fires in the room, and remember to bring the Priest down,” Aiwass said calmly, “I’ll start healing him—he’s probably just been knocked out by the concussion, hopefully, he’s okay.

I’ll handle the firepower here, so it shouldn’t be a big issue.”

“What exactly happened?”

Hayna couldn’t help asking.

Aiwass patted her on the back: “Go do it.”

Seeing Hayna obediently go upstairs to carry someone, Sherlock curled his lip and waved his hand, drawing all the flames in the room towards him, gathering them in his hand.

He then dispersed them with a flick of his wrist.

He asked softly, “What’s going on, why such a commotion?”

Sherlock seldom saw Aiwass so disheveled.

From the state of his torn clothes, it was likely he had been badly injured by an explosion.

“Noble Red has arrived, with Giants in tow,” Aiwass said calmly, “They didn’t even knock, just started bombing residential buildings from afar.

Luckily it was me here…

otherwise, it would’ve been troublesome.”

Given the firepower of Noble Red, it was very likely that they could have silenced everyone instantly.

And they had arrived at the village at dusk.

The villagers would have been hiding at home at this time to avoid Helquinn and his followers—if they happened to go out when it got dark, they might not be able to return.

Even if they felt uneasy, it’s unlikely that they would go out to look at this time.

In such a scenario, it was very possible that the actions of Noble Red could have gone unchallenged until nightfall.

Who knows how many people might have died unknowingly at their hands.

“But why would they target Eagle Cape Village?”

Sherlock frowned, puzzled: “There has to be a reason.”

“I don’t quite understand it either.

But those people are, after all, from Noble Red; perhaps they just ran out of materials.”

“That’s possible,” Sherlock agreed seriously, nodding, “They’ve recently been hunted by the great Guardian, and it’s very possible that this group got scattered and came here intending to gather materials by slaughtering the village.”

Unlike Aiwass, who had only glanced at the newspapers, Sherlock had conducted specific investigations and research.

This was also why he had such a strong aversion and disgust for Demon Scholars.

Their evil acts were incremental and self-perpetuating.

Demons occasionally want to consume human souls, and Demon Scholars, in order to appease their Demons or to satisfy their own desires or achieve their goals, are likely to kill.

After all, they don’t know anything else; the Mystical Skills they have mastered are meant for killing.

If they didn’t intend to kill, why not switch to being Curse Ritual Magicians?

Since they’ve studied Demonology and even summoned their own Demons, it indicates they already have a tendency.

So if people were already being killed and their souls sucked away by Demons…

then to hide one’s crimes, what’s left of the corpses would have to be dealt with, right?

If the corpses are to be hidden, why not conveniently harvest some ritual materials from them?

And when Demon Scholars discover that human materials are far more effective than those from animals—not only can they release much more powerful unique Spells, but also, anything that can be done with animal materials can be replaced by human ones, while there are things that only human materials can accomplish that animal materials cannot.

In this case, if one were to purchase animal materials in large quantities, one might be suspected, reported, attracting the Supervisory Bureau or the Supervisory Court to check up.

Naturally, it’s more suitable to use human materials, which are obtained more covertly.

There are too many people who go missing every year in Avalon.

Unless it’s a big city like Glass Island, the Supervisory Bureau generally can’t handle it—because they simply don’t have the manpower to investigate.

They can only return people when they happen to find them; they can’t actively search for them.

—Under these circumstances, how could any Demon Scholar be innocent?

This was Sherlock’s professional prejudice.

In his view, maybe they hadn’t killed or used human materials for rituals when they first changed their profession.

But given enough time, they were bound to fall.

The bottom line keeps dropping step by step.

So from the very beginning, even when Sherlock didn’t know that Noble Red had taken the money of the Star Antimony people, he was already hostile toward Noble Red and the Demon Scholars.