Because much evidence has already indicated.
There are many shady collaborations and connections between the Plague Doctors and the Flesh and Blood Dominator.
They are very likely to beco the biggest obstacle in his future.
But no matter what.
At least during this period, with Sir Aiwen's Gaze upon him, they probably wouldn't dare to launch a second attack against him.
Imdiately, Lynn turned around with a smile, looking towards the empty space beside him.
"Miss Puppet, no matter what, thank you very much for accepting my new employnt. I think in the coming month, we will definitely beco close friends and partners, don't you agree?"
No sound ca in response.
But Lynn knew that Miss Puppet was right by his side at this mont.
That scene from half an hour ago once again surfaced in his mind.
He knew that the mont Miss Puppet accepted his employnt, his image in her mind had already greatly improved.
Although falling in love with him was still out of the question.
But it was indeed the most crucial step taken towards establishing an unbreakable friendship.
The significance of this was still very great.
Lynn turned around contentedly and strode towards his room. Logically speaking, after experiencing the Plague Doctor's assassination attempt, he should move to a different place to stay, but for him, this was a rather inconsequential matter.
This incident did not cause too much of a stir, because everything happened within the Barrier;
the other parts of Nightfall City remained as normal as ever.
...
anwhile.
In the underground hall interwoven with countless chains.
Sir Aiwen, carrying Sen Yi's corpse, walked through the dark great hall, then knelt on one knee before the Inverted Angel, placing a hand over his chest as he lowered his voice and said:
"Matriarch, the matter regarding Good Doctor, sir's attack has been concluded."
"This was indeed a preditated assault, the handiwork of the Plague Doctor group lurking within Nightfall City. Moreover, one of the assailants targeting Good Doctor, sir this ti was actually a mber of our Nightfall City's potion research and developnt team."
"Their infiltration of us has grown increasingly rampant, Matriarch. I think it is ti for us to close the net."
The Inverted Angel slowly opened her eyes.
Sacred light illuminated the surrounding darkness.
The Inverted Angel raised her head and said, "No rush. We need to grasp more information about them. If we still cannot find their Main Leader behind the scenes, then no matter how many purges we conduct, it will be aningless."
Sir Aiwen lifted his head, gazing at the angel wrapped within the massive twelve wings.
A flicker of worry passed through his eyes, then he lowered his voice and said:
"Matriarch, there is sothing I don't know if I should say."
"Oh?"
The Inverted Angel's holy voice ca through.
Sir Aiwen organized his words, paused for a mont, and finally still said in a low voice:
"For over two thousand years, our purges against them have continued until now. Yet why is it that every ti we purge them, they are always able to rise from the ashes? And almost every single ti, without exception, they start spreading and breeding from within our own ranks."
"And to be able to silently corrupt us right under your watchful eyes, without us even noticing, this is not sothing an ordinary existence can achieve."
"So I believe the so-called Main Leader behind the Plague Doctors might very well not be so Evil God or Root from the outside world..."
He lowered his head, not continuing further.
The Inverted Angel gazed deeply at him and said, "What are you trying to say?"
Sir Aiwen raised his head, his eyes seemingly filled with lingering concern.
His shadow swayed and flickered under the illumination of the Holy Light.
Finally.
His hoarse voice still rang out within the dark great hall.
"Matriarch, the Plague Doctors are our dark side..."
...
Ti flew by swiftly.
Soon, night approached.
Inside the hotel room, Lynn lay on the bed, snoring loudly, while the book on the table was also slowly flipping its pages, as if an unseen person was quietly reading there.
But just at this mont, a furtive shadow suddenly poked its head in from outside the window.
The flipping book on the table imdiately stopped.
Click—
An extrely faint sound of sothing turning.
The window opposite the room was seen being gently pulled open a crack.
Faintly, it seed one could see a small figure sneakily slipping in, its long tail hooking the handle, causing the window to gently close shut.
A pair of furry ears perked up, twitching left and right.
Then a pair of sly, mischievous eyes could be seen rolling about cleverly.
Then that small figure tiptoed stealthily towards Lynn, who was lying on the bed snoring loudly.
Almost no sound was made.
Hidden and swift, like a cat.
However, what that figure didn't notice was that in mid-air within the room, a pair of black eyes was quietly watching her furtive movents the entire ti.
But Miss Puppet did not take action.
Because she didn't sense any hostility or killing intent from that creature.
On the contrary, it seed to carry a hint of anticipation and slyness.
Miss Puppet quietly hovered in mid-air, sitting on two slender threads dangling from the ceiling beam, propping her chin as she silently watched the movents of that small figure who had climbed onto Lynn's bed.
"ow?"
That petite figure blinked slyly, looking at Lynn's soundly sleeping face, her eyes rolling about.
Then she thought for a mont, climbed mischievously onto the soft bed like she was playing a prank, lifted a small opening in the blanket from near Lynn's feet, buried her head inside, and then wriggled her way in like a caterpillar.
Lynn snored loudly, his snores like thunder.
There were no prompts in his ears either;
with Miss Puppet keeping watch in the room, Lynn was sleeping incredibly deeply.
Even Miss Puppet, sitting in mid-air, just watched quietly, but did not give a warning.
"Miss Puppet, too slow..."
Lynn mumbled sleepily in his dreams.
Hei Xianyue: "?"
The figure under the blanket: "?"
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