A Master's Type Moon Event Book

"No?" Li Xiang looked at Mephistopheles, who kept throwing miniature bombs when he was dodging hastily, thus forming a barely balanced power with Mordred.

He didn't understand why Mephistopheles would stay here alone?

Is too confident, or feel that it does not matter.

No matter what, he was an enemy, and he was an authentic anti-hero, the kind that Li Xiang couldn't believe even if he wanted to surrender.

"You killed the doctor?"

Holding the long sword, Li Xiang jumped onto the roof, stood on the edge of the battlefield, and asked.

"Yes, yes."

Mephistopheles threw a bomb, and Li Xiang could see clearly that it looked like a worm.

"He refused to participate in our plan. I can only kill him. What a pity."

Mordred split the bomb bug with a sword, and a ball of air spread out in front of her.

"asshole!"

Her angry figure rushed out in the explosion, and the magic sword ignited blood-red flames.

Mephistopheles raised the scissors subconsciously.

The next moment, his body was knocked into the air, and he turned around urgently in the air, but the magic sword struck again.

The sword light flickered like a horse.

Mephistopheles smashed a corner of the roof and crashed to the ground.

In the smoke and dust, a large pit in the shape of a human appeared.

Mordred rushed forward.

Li Xiang only felt a gust of wind around him, with the heat of the flames.

He probably understood why Mordred was angry, because she and Fran were both artificial life forms, and remembered some past.

That being the case, Li Xiang will not intervene.

"Frankenstein was targeted by Mephistopheles because he tracked down some important news."

Li Xiang said and looked at the surrounding environment.

Because it is a research building, the roof is not a closed tower, but a spacious roof.

There are even grape trellises in the depths.

Covered with green vines.

"Is Mephistopheles looking for something here?" Li Xiang asked.

Alley, who was beside him, looked away from Mordred, pondered for a moment, and said, "I remember Frankenstein as a magician."

"What do you mean? He is considered a magician, but against Mephistopheles, there is basically no possibility of surviving."

"Yeah." Allie nodded. She had studied with Li Xiang in the clock tower and knew the strength of modern magicians very well. "But there is no trace of fighting in his room, which means that Frankenstein did not resist. If it was not too late, If it weren't for him, he would have expected it."

"Generally speaking, a magician has a certain magic dress, which can be activated quickly, but it is also possible that he does not have it, so it is too late to resist. If it is the second possibility, he should leave a certain message. According to the magic It is impossible for a teacher’s mind to die casually like this.”

Li Xiang raised his head slightly, a faint golden color appeared in his eyes, and his magic perception was activated.

"In this case, this thing may be on the roof, otherwise, Mephistopheles would not have stayed here."

But soon he frowned and didn't notice anything.

Also, if he found it easily, then Mephistopheles would have found it long ago.

"It doesn't have to be magical."

Li Xiang walked towards the grape trellis, and the possible place was undoubtedly the grape trellis.

He was misled by the thinking of a magician. Frankenstein is still a scientist in essence, hiding things is not the same as using magic.

What you see in front of you is extremely ordinary.

Suddenly there was a violent vibration downstairs.

He turned his head and saw the rising fireworks.

"It should be the treasure of Mephistopheles." Alley said after a slight pause, "His response from the servant disappeared."

After a while, Mordred jumped up from downstairs with Fran.

When Li Xiang saw Fran, he had a flash of inspiration and asked, "Fran, you should know the doctor well. Let's see if there is any information he left here."

"Mmmm."

Fran murmured twice, walked to the grape arbor, glanced around, and quickly pinched the grape leaves in front of him.

Li Xiang leaned forward: "Fran, there's nothing here."

"Master, it is an invisible handwriting. In ancient times, plant juice was used to make the handwriting invisible." Ai Lei said.

"No." Fran nodded.

"I see."