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Chapter 584: Chapter 9 Fully Automatic Carton Opening Machine Operating Steadily_2 Chapter 584: Chapter 9 Fully Automatic Carton Opening Machine Operating Steadily_2 Apart from the first sentence, his subsequent words were all directed at Aiwass.

“The pirate” was very clear about his own purpose.

Whether it’s the Path of Beauty or the Path of Transcendence, their identities were still unclear.

They didn’t seem to recognize each other, so they must be from two different groups.

“The pirate” couldn’t immediately determine who was good, so he went straight to the highest-ranked, most approachable priest “Fox” in attendance and actively sought favor with Aiwass.

In any case, a priest would certainly be one of their own.

A third energy level priest, that’s already the lowest level of bishop.

And a young priest ranking so high implies he has a good chance of being promoted to the fourth energy level and becoming one of the few Archbishops in Avalon.

Moreover, as a melee profession, he is also easily injured.

The full moon ceremony from three to four, as long as it’s not a randomly chosen script from the Path of Wisdom, would most likely involve high-intensity combat…

So, currying favor with a priest possessing powerful healing abilities became his core strategy.

It just so happened that priests usually weren’t skilled in combat.

They always needed someone to protect them closely—this was a case of mutual benefit.

And having secured both a defender and a healer, it would be easy to recruit other teammates.

With this, they could become the proactive party.

…Quite intelligent indeed.

Sitting comfortably in the lead position, Aiwass raised an eyebrow with interest.

He sensed the other’s good intentions.

Although he was not entirely sure, “The pirate” seemed to have a vague idea of Aiwass’s identity.

“…Mr.

Pirate, are you from the Supervisory Bureau?”
With this thought, Aiwass asked warmly, “May I know which city you hail from?”
“I’m from Summer County,” replied “The pirate”.@@novelbin@@

“I was born by the sea since I was young.”
It sounded like the truth, Aiwass’s intuition told him so.

—But without a doubt, that was a lie.

Aiwass immediately discerned the other’s biggest flaw from logic—because “The pirate” was seated among Aiwass, Isabel, and Ibn, he could only be on Glass Island, and likely not far from the Hall of Silver and Tin.

Clearly, the pirate didn’t know that Isabel and Ibn were on Glass Island.

He thought they were somewhere else in Avalon, hence he would concoct such a lie subconsciously to hide his actual area.

This statement exposed his perspective directly.

This was, in fact, quite normal.

Whether it was Minister Aiwass of the Department of Care of Magical Creatures or Queen Isabel, or Ibn as the Court Ritualist, their precise Path levels were certainly not something a mere Inspector could be privy to.

The fact that he could vaguely guess from Aiwass’s age and aura that “Fox” might be Aiwass was already clever.

He couldn’t possibly guess their young queen’s identity from a third-level Path of Beauty ascendant— in his view, the queen’s ascension ceremony would surely be guarded by a large group of loyal royal elites.

Moreover, Isabel’s time as a Transcendent was not long, and she had been seen in the news when she first became a Transcendent.

Touching the fourth energy level in less than half a year would seem almost impossible to outsiders.

From this, one could also judge that “The pirate” was not in Glass Island’s inner circle.

Isabel was also silently analyzing “The pirate’s” identity—
An Inspector of the third energy level was basically the strongest an Inspector could conventionally be.

Considering his age, he would likely be a Director of the Supervisory Bureau.

His posture suggested a military background.

But since he was an Inspector and not Light Cavalry, it indicated he came from the army.

A male, middle-aged, former military, third energy level Director of the Supervisory Bureau on Glass Island, and nicknamed a pirate…

…Could it be Director Kent from the White Queen District?

A name surfaced in Isabel’s mind.

As soon as the thought crossed Isabel’s mind, her intuition told her—she had probably guessed correctly.

It wasn’t that her guess was accurate, but rather that Isabel had personally met only a few inspectors.

Amongst the inspectors she knew, there just so happened to be one who fit all the keywords.

…So, Sherlock was absent now, and their team was short of a person.

Should she reveal her identity to Mr.

“Pirate”?

As Isabel pondered this, she looked towards Aiwass.

Seeing Aiwass shake his head slightly, she suddenly understood.

Aiwass did not want “Pirate” to be aware of his identity…

He was very confident.

But Aiwass was cautious by nature, he liked to unite those he needed to unite—when lacking strength, Aiwass was always adept at obtaining power from others.

Yet now, he actively forwent the chance to directly tie “Pirate” to his side.

Was it because of the confidence Mr.

“Olive” gave?

No, to be more precise…

Was it because Aiwass thought “Pirate” might oppose the Path of “Beauty” or “Transcendence,” and for Mr.

Olive’s sake, he did not wish for Pirate to join their faction, nor did he want to force the other to give up on ascension through authority away from the scene?

Isabel sharply captured Aiwass’s line of thought.

——So that meant, Mr.

Olive was indeed Mr.

Ibn!

With just one sentence, Isabel instantly unraveled the true identities of two teammates.

This made Isabel lick her lips with exceptional satisfaction.

What a pity, Sherlock wasn’t there.

Isabel felt somewhat regretful.

Sherlock said her deductions lacked logic—but in terms of results, weren’t they quite accurate after all?

When Isabel first made contact with Sherlock during an ascension ceremony, an ignorant Sherlock had mocked her several times for not being smart, lacking logic, and even said in front of Aiwass that “allies of the Path of Beauty are unreliable”—she had secretly taken note of it all!

Isabel could hold a grudge!

From then on, she had been quietly waiting for an opportunity to beat Sherlock at his own game.

She didn’t need Sherlock to concede; a mere surprise or exclamation from him would suffice.

Having missed this time, she didn’t know when the next opportunity would come.

Sherlock could accompany Aiwass to the Holy Nation, while she could only stay in Avalon…

If only she weren’t the queen.

Or, if Avalon were no more…

Suddenly, such a fragmented thought popped into Isabel’s mind.

But she shook her head vigorously, dispelling the dreadful idea.

Avalon gone…

she could not even imagine what that would be like.

She only knew it would leave many people homeless and living lives worse than death.

…But why did such a thought suddenly arise?

Isabel was puzzled.