Academy, a soft white glow emanated from the Gera Memorial Square.The clock on the tower had already pointed to half past midnight.However, this did not make the square silent.On the contrary, the are...Chapter 175: Lanche Was Lucky He Wasn't a Hitman Hired by the Resurrection Cult

The Ictere College was still in a hazy stillness.

The first rays of dawn were just beginning to illuminate this tranquil world, with the sky transitioning from shades of gray to a soft pink towards the horizon, like colors blending gradually into water.

Early Tuesday morning, at six o'clock, Lance, Huberian, and Frey returned to school together after breakfast. The three then walked along the wide road of the academy to the dormitory building of the Wise Man's Court.

The lighting in the grand lobby was dim and warm, a resident advisor leaned against a soft cushion behind the reception desk, holding a book in her hand, easing the morning drowsiness.

At this time, most students were still asleep in their dreams. Only a few early risers were quietly leaving their dormitories.

"Let's rest for a bit, and then go to the student council together this afternoon."

Lanche at the crossroads looked at Huberlian and said.

"Okay."

Hughbert nodded and then parted ways with Lance and Fray.

Immediately, Lance took Frey to his dormitory.

In the hallway of the dormitory's first floor, Lanche and Frey were leisurely strolling across the carpet.

Two people's soft laughter echoed in the empty hallway, and the dormitory doors on both sides were tightly closed. It was so quiet that it felt like a living creature breathing, with each door concealing a small world filled with countless stories and dreams.

The boys' dormitory is in the front building, and the girls' dormitory is in the back building. They are not very far apart.

Lanchi had already lent the Great Love Poet to Huberlian. After Huberlian got to the dormitory, he called out to the Great Love Poet, and the Great Love Poet would come out by himself.

The Great Love Poet understands magic cards too well. As long as Ranchi removes the only summoning restriction that he had on the Great Love Poet, the Great Love Poet could even summon himself and remove his own summoning state by himself, which is something that ordinary summons can't do.

While Frey will be with Lance this morning, staying in Lance's dorm for a while. He'll have to keep watch alone and sleep alone, resting for three hours each.

Early in the morning, the student union wasn't even open yet, and they didn't have anything else to do.

Although this year's "Holy Scoundrel Soirée" wasn't a twelve-hour shadow world like the "Purgatory Corridor Academy," with five days total, they woke up very early today as the last morning.

And I went on a trip out of town for a few days, just came back and I'm really tired, I just want to take a good nap.

They stopped before a door. Lanci took out his key, inserted it into the lock, and turned it gently. He opened the door and led Frey into his dorm room.

The lighting in the dormitory living room was warmer than in the hallway, with a soft sofa and minimalist tea table arranged quietly together. A few books and a set of glass tableware were placed on top.

"This time, the mole is hard to catch."

Fray sat on the sofa with his arms crossed, frowning.

His hunter's instinct was constantly on alert.

The three seemingly appeared oblivious throughout their journey. Frey detected no signs of being followed or watched at all.

The two catchers made sure Huberly, who was acting as bait, could rest easy by not putting any pressure on her.

Many things are also discussed only when the two of them are alone together.

"It seems that the other party would only make a move against Huberlian if they were completely confident. If we lure or investigate them, we might only alert them."

Ranch poured two glasses of lemon honey water, handed one to Frey, and then sat down on the sofa beside him and said.

If they were to take the initiative, such as forcibly conducting anti-cult education on an academic visiting team from the Kingdom of Alora, their actions would be too obvious in purpose. It would be like knowing beforehand that there were members of the Revenant Church within the team. The Revenant Church would certainly realize that information about Sister Stella, a captured elite disciple who was being held captive in the Shadow Realm, had been leaked. This would lead to Sister Stella being relentlessly retaliated against even while she was imprisoned.

Steisela gambled her life to give the intel to Ranchi, Ranchi will naturally do everything he can to protect her.

So you still want to fish with the Huberlian

Frey took a sip of lemonade with honey, the refreshing coolness moistened his throat, very to his liking.

Lemon water with a touch of honey won't taste sour, and the sweetness of honey is perfectly balanced by the tartness of the lemon, just like a perfect pair.

“Fishing enforcement is the most stable option because this time, the information we have is too limited. You think—”

Lane put down the coffee cup in his hand and, using his fingers, gave Frey a one-by-one example.

For example, this time the killer has already completed self-hypnosis. Before activating himself with specific methods, he was a perfect normal student. We can't catch the killer no matter how we proactively act in reality; we would only startle him and alert him to our presence.

This is the difference between the real world and the Shadow World. If you deeply hypnotize yourself when entering the Shadow World, you may not be able to break free when facing danger, posing a huge risk. In the real world, assassins disguise themselves as ordinary people and come to the safe kingdom of Henton. Even if they don't break their self-hypnosis, there is no threat of death.

"Alternatively, in case the enemy possesses some very troublesome unknown magic, one could design some outlandish traps."

"To give the simplest example, if the enemy is skilled in disguise or camouflage, like 【Blood Shadow】 which can shapeshift."

First, the killer can try to get information from the mole at Ikrethire Academy about the first-year girl living next to Hypatia. Then, attack that innocent girl first, lure her away and lock her up. Next, disguise himself as the victim girl living next to Hypatia, and then have his true self disappear without a trace, creating the appearance that one member of the academic visiting team has vanished. This will draw the school's attention and launch an investigation into the disappearance of the Aloraan kingdom student, while the actual killer waits for an opportunity to strike in a place very close to Hypatia where she would be completely unsuspecting.

Or we could wait for a time when a Huberlian couldn't get an alibi, and directly impersonate one, then commit a murder as that Huberlian, framing the real one and making her a suspect to be investigated and temporarily detained by the police. That way, she would be separated from school and us. While she's in prison awaiting trial and needing to be completely out of sight, we could easily eliminate her with some covert operations and sinister means.

"And more..."

That's enough, that's enough.

Freya quickly raised her hand, stopping Lynch.

"I have at least confirmed one good thing now."

Frey said seriously.

What

Ranch asked in bewilderment.

He didn't know that Frey had just discovered this blind spot.

"Thank goodness the one who came to kill Hubertian wasn't you."

Frey looked at Lance and said.

"...."

Lanche paused for a moment, slightly stunned.

"How could I possibly have killed Huberlyan!"

He was seriously considering all the possibilities, yet Frey still played him.

"If the Resurrectionists hired you to kill Hubert, ten Hubberts wouldn't be enough."

Frey leaned against the sofa laughing, finding Lance's demeanor quite amusing.

But Fred soon recovered his composure.

This time, it's not just about protecting Huberlian and catching the disciples. We also need to create the illusion that they were caught by chance. The difficulty lies here.

Although the love poet and Huberlyan being together is safe for a short time, once something happens over there, Frey and Ranch can also arrive immediately.

But the problem is that if they two are too close to Berkeley, it might scare away the big fish.

Today they just came back from the Shadow World. Lanci and Frey both live in the Sage's Court dormitory, which is convenient and reasonable.

If both parties lived in the Sage's Courtyard every day, there would be a probability that assassins who had originally planned to carry out an attack would directly abandon their plans.

But leaving Berilyan is too far, and Berilyan's situation would become dangerous.

They would rather not catch a big fish than risk Hyberlian truly becoming bait.

The two of them are now deciding where they should go fishing for the best catch.

"Looks like I'll have to disappear for a while."

Fred proposed.

As soon as he disappears from the map, everything will be fine.

"Actually, there's another solution..."

Lan Chi mumbled,

"I'll give it a try. If I can pull it off, it'll be perfect."

But Lanchi's tone lacked confidence.

If Hubert could be housed with Talia, then he and Frey could keep a safe distance from him.

Then when the time comes, just wait for the assassins to move dirt on their own doorstep.

It's a pity that Talia is no longer short of money now.

It's difficult to win Talia over with money alone.

Ranch didn't currently have anything she could trade with him.

The main issue is that Tallia strongly resists interacting with others and would never allow strangers into her personal space.

Having Huberley stay at Talia's house was almost crossing Talia's absolute bottom line.

I hope she's in a better mood today.

Ranch leaned against the sofa, mumbling to himself.

No matter what, after finishing the student council affairs this afternoon, he decided to take Huberlian to Cat Boss Restaurant to see Talia.

Although, according to Lance's understanding of Talya, there was a 90% chance that she would coldly reject him, making Talya dislike Hesperian and himself at the same time.

But sometimes Talya would also inexplicably have a gentle side. Her temper was like the weather, unpredictable and he couldn't guess what it would be like tomorrow.

(End of the story)

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