Lex walked out of the bedroom, had Matthew make him a cup of Marquis Black Tea, and sat on a sofa, continuing to ponder.
Regardless of whether the mastermind this time was Bison's elder brother, the big businessman Rivicon Peter, or some other opponent Bison hadn't considered.
The Beyonder he commanded seemed quite Advanced, and there were two of them. They could command the undead and carry out secret assassinations in crowded places like restaurants.
In that situation, if I hadn't been able to summon a 'Projection of Status' and let the Watcher's projection descend, they would probably have succeeded by now.
Recalling being tightly gripped by the throat by the dead, Lex still felt a bit unnerved. Before, he had only seen similar scenes in horror movies, but he never expected to personally experience it today.
That was definitely not a pleasant experience.
Matthew brought a cup of Black Tea. Lex picked up the cup, took a small sip, and felt the fragrance and warmth of the Black Tea, which dispelled the cold and fear.
If I were the mastermind, after the assassination failed, I would probably only have two choices.
One is to hire even more powerful Beyonder; the second is to abandon the assassination.
Hmm, those two Beyonder shouldn't be cheap. Beyonder are not cabbages, and the higher the sequence, the more so. To hire an Advanced sequence powerhouse, the cost would probably exceed the benefits of killing the baron's son.
In other words, the cost-effectiveness is too poor!
Although my death could bring a certain blow to Bison, the compensation for an Advanced sequence powerhouse would probably far outweigh the benefits gained from this matter.
Moreover, if they investigate afterwards, they might discover that the ones who killed those two Beyonder were Saint-level powerhouses.
This would make them retreat.
So, the second possibility is more likely.
Additionally.
There were so many people in the restaurant at the time, but besides me, no one else seemed to see that lady.
Even if they communicated with the Beyonder after death, they probably wouldn't connect that lady with me. No matter how you think about it, a baron's son having a Saint's protection sounds too far-fetched.
From this perspective, the threat from Bison's enemies should be lifted or weakened in the coming time.
Of course, I can't be careless.
Lex thought for a moment. His current threat in Tingen should be the killer of the two Grizzlies. That was an opponent targeting the 'Duke.' If it could be confirmed that the item the other party wanted was the three contracts he obtained from Maggie, this hypothesis could be established.
Let's go to the Elk Bar tonight.
Lex drank all the tea in his cup.
At night, the Scarlet Moon hung high. Lex disguised himself as the 'Duke' and, carrying a suitcase, first went to the safe house. The box contained some materials he bought along the way for setting traps. He spent about an hour further perfecting the traps in the house.
"I hope no thieves will visit."
Lex packed his things, left the lights on, and exited through the window at the back of the house.
Walking into the depths of the Elk Bar, the Hunter Club's hall, Lex saw the tall girl practicing her swordplay in the corner, looking sullen.
"Your swordplay is good, but this listless style of fighting won't pose any threat."
Nafi, who was performing a direct thrust, heard a familiar voice behind her. The lifeless eyes finally lit up with a bit of Light.
She put away her sword and turned around, indeed seeing the man in a felt hat and a half-mask.
"Boss Duke, I'm almost bored to death. I haven't been out for a day. I've spent this entire day in a sealed space."
Putting away her longsword, Nafi looked out the window and said, "Although it's only been one day, I already miss waking up to the laughter of birds in the morning and falling asleep under the gaze of the stars at night."
Wait.
Girl, what's wrong with you?
It sounds like you're a homeless person.
With all that money, didn't you find a house for yourself?
Lex cleared his throat and said, "Freedom is good, but life is more precious. Just bear with it for now. Once we solve this matter, you can continue to be accompanied by birds and stars."
Nafi nodded listlessly. Seeing her like this, Lex almost wanted to reach out and pat her head as encouragement.
But in the end, he didn't, because Nafi was too tall. Lex would have to stand on his tiptoes to reach her head.
"Duke."
Eiros's voice came, and the club's manager walked towards the bar, beckoning.
Lex gently patted Nafi's arm instead. This action gave the tall girl a hint of vitality. She raised her longsword again and began to practice, using it to pass the time.
Walking to the bar, Lex sat on a high stool, took a drink handed by Mr. Parker, and looked at Eiros.
Eiros also had a wine glass in his hand, but he wasn't in a hurry to drink. He said calmly, "The case of the two Grizzlies is already being handled by the Police Station."
"This evening, I brought their bodies back from the Police Station and they have been buried in Raphael Cemetery. Well, I have some connections with the police. Pelt and I have been friends for many years."
"That Chief told me that this matter has been transferred to a special department. And, he has some inside information he wants to tell me."
Eiros took out a pocket watch from his body and glanced at it: "If you have time later, would you mind accompanying me to the Dock Area? Pelt has arranged to meet me there."
Lex picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and then said, "Don't go."
Eiros was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "You're worried this is a trap?"
"I do have that thought. Don't you think that Chief knows too much? What happened yesterday, he immediately knows the inside story. Even if he is a Chief..."
Lex gently swirled his wine glass, making the liquid inside rotate in one direction.
Eiros chuckled softly: "It's normal for you to have such concerns, but I can assure you, Pelt is not that kind of person."
"In the mystical world, nothing is impossible." Lex glanced at him indifferently.
The man was silent for a moment, then chugged the wine in his glass: "Alright, you've convinced me. Pelt is indeed a bit overly enthusiastic. In the past, when I asked him for inside information, he always made excuses."
"Although this matter is now related to our club, him actively offering me inside information is indeed a bit suspicious."
Eiros nodded: "I will break the appointment, and recently, I will stay at the club."
"That's a wise choice."
Eiros left after charging the two drinks to his account. Lex was just thinking of finding time to visit the cemetery to mourn the two Grizzlies when he saw a wrinkled hand reach out, tapping the table twice.
He looked up and saw Mr. Parker's expressionless face.
The old man said in a not-so-concerned tone, "Someone is asking about you in the bar."