Chapitre 392: Technical Skill

Both of them stared at each other in the quiet and remote little house.

Thales said worried, "About you… what's your next step going to be?"

Quick Rope thought about it for a moment.

"I'll find a good explanation for this." Quick Rope shrugged and gestured at Dean who was on the ground, covered by a rough cloth. "Louisa and the rest should be coming back tomorrow morning, and I don't want to be caught red-handed by them."

"Aren't you leaving immediately?"

"Dean is dead, and Quick Rope from the same team disappeared," Quick Rope refuted impolitely. "Do you think the people from the Secret Room are idiots? I need to find a cover, Thales, one that won't arouse suspicion."

"But a lie always needs to be covered by more lies," Thales said, deep in thought as he stared at Dean. "Unless we can make sure that this man disappears mysteriously, the kind where no one knows where he went and never appears again."