If everyone becomes an adventurer, who will put in the effort themselves?

"You just mentioned the information Old Sid gave you, right?"

He remembered the name Sid.

This guy is an old acquaintance. Yesterday, when he was being hunted down by Jeken with a mission, this was the guy selling his informational portraits in the guild cafeteria.

And now it's happened again?

Does this person have a grudge against him?

Lynn, who suspected that Sid had a grudge against him, questioned him without hesitation with the utmost malice:

"Could it be that old Sid deliberately didn't give us the full information?"

Fiona tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "It shouldn't be!"

"When Old Sid told me this information, he seemed to want to say something, but I didn't listen carefully and ran straight to the dungeon."

Lynn was stunned when he heard this:

"You came to cause trouble for me before you even heard the full information?"

Fiona chuckled, "I'm just worried you'll go down into the dungeon and disappear for three to five months!"

"I'd rather it end sooner so I can have some peace of mind."

Lynn's face immediately went blank upon hearing this.

He finally understood; this was yet another blunder caused by Fiona.

Is this my bad luck, or has it run into your Fiona Mutual Aid Association?

Luke and I had a misunderstanding, and you, Fiona, are joining in the fun too?

Seeing Lynn's expression, as if she wanted to stab herself, Fiona touched her nose and said awkwardly:

"Um, I can compensate you!"

Upon hearing this, Lynn glanced at Fiona and finally sighed:

"Lami".

"Yes!" Ramie replied immediately.

At this moment, Lynn calmly said, "Could you please inform Miss Mira on the ground and ask her to investigate Sid?"

Ramie paused for a moment upon seeing this, then immediately replied:

"Sure, the law enforcement office has an alchemy communication pigeon that connects to the upper echelons. We can use that channel; it shouldn't be a problem."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Lynn nodded slightly.

"Oh dear, I already said it was a misunderstanding. I didn't listen to what old Sid said clearly."

Fiona then said, looking quite embarrassed:

"What kind of compensation do you want? You can just tell me!"

"As long as the price isn't too outrageous, I'm happy to compensate!"

Lynn glanced at Ramy, who had turned and left, then at Snowball, who had stayed behind to act as a watchdog above Fiona, before finally fixing his gaze on Fiona's face:

"You, an elite adventurer, steal from a newbie like me, and you still have the nerve to say you won't ask for an outrageous price?"

Fiona chuckled awkwardly, "I know I made a mistake, but I can't just give up the money, can I?"

"Don't you like money?"

"What a coincidence, I really don't want any money."

Lynn stood up and walked toward Fiona.

Seeing this, Fiona looked puzzled.

Then she saw Lynn come up to her, squat down, grab her clothes, and cut off a long strip of cloth with the dagger she was wearing.

"What are you doing?" Fiona asked, completely bewildered.

Then, Fiona watched as Lynn tied the piece of clothing over her eyes, blindfolding her.

"Wait? What do you want to do?"

"You're not trying to mess with me, are you?"

The next second, Fiona clearly felt Lynn's hand wandering between her buttocks.

Immediately afterwards, Fiona's expression changed drastically, and she urgently warned:

"Hey, if you really do it, you'll make a huge grudge!!"

"According to the principle of reciprocity, I just touched you, and you can only touch me for a little while at most. If you dare to put something inside me, after I leave, you'll see if I stab you in the stomach with a knife and let you experience what it feels like to be stabbed!!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

Fiona felt the hand that was groping suddenly withdraw.

Immediately afterwards, she keenly felt that her pants were lighter, as if something had been taken away.

"Wait, what did you take?"

At this moment, Lynn tore off the tattered cloth from Fiona's face and waved the small purse in his hand:

"This should be your wallet, right? It's been hard to find."

Fiona paused for a moment, then asked with a strange expression:

"You just wanted to take my wallet?"

"No, to correct you, it's stolen."

Lynn glanced at the prompts on his skill panel.

[Brain of Knowledge in effect... Skill: Theft, currently being decoded.]

Seeing this, Lynn nodded:

"I feel like if I do it a few more times, I should be able to learn your theft technique."

Fiona laughed in exasperation upon hearing this:

"Who taught you to blindfold people when you steal?"

Lynn asked in shock, "You steal things, do you need someone to see you?"

"To kill someone and then destroy their spirit?!"

Fiona opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

What he said makes so much sense, I'm speechless.

Just as the two were stunned and speechless...

Ramy suddenly turned back and called out to Lynn with a serious expression:

"Lynn, something's happened!"

"What do you mean?" Lynn turned her head and asked in confusion.

"Lady Shia sent a message: Old Sid is dead..."

"Moreover, he has been dead for more than three months."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lynn's hair stood on end.

Sid has been dead for three months?

Who was that person in the cafeteria yesterday?

Chapter 46 From today onwards, you are my little brother!

The point in time after Sia received Ramy's message.

Adventurers' Guild.

Room 504 on the 5th floor.

Xia stood in the small 20-square-meter room, in front of the bed, looking at the logo printed on the quilt.

A strange eye without eyebrows.

"The symbol of the Evangelical Fellowship..."

Sia whispered.

Just then, Mira's voice came from outside the door:

"Sometimes, I really envy your ability to appear in the city so quickly."

"I wish my Stigmata's attribute was light."

Seeing this, Sia inside the door smiled and turned to look at Mira:

"Then you'll become my perfect disciple."

Mira walked into the room, glanced at the eye-shaped logo on the bed sheet, raised an eyebrow slightly, and then her expression turned serious:

"We've been tricked."

"How so?" Xia asked curiously.

Mira turned to the side, looking out the door at room 503 across the way:

"Across from us is the room Lynn rented."

"Eh?"

Sia leaned forward in surprise, glanced at the room with the number 503 on the doorplate, and then hesitated:

"So, Lynn has been being monitored by that intelligence dealer all along?"

Mira shook her head and denied it, saying, "In reality, Lynn moved in later, but there's no point in dwelling on that now."

Mira glanced at the bed in front of her and said calmly:

"After all, it's not certain whether the Sid living here is the real Sid..."

After saying that, Mira's nose twitched slightly. Soon, she narrowed her eyes and looked at the bed in front of her. She stepped forward, grabbed a corner of the bed, and lifted up the top mattress.

As the bed settled at an angle, an incredibly thin, paper-like humanoid object appeared beneath the mattress in front of Mira and Sia.

This paper-thin figure was none other than the intelligence merchant, Old Sid.

At this moment, Sid, now reduced to a thin layer, stared wide-eyed in terror, clearly having suffered immense fright before his death.

Xia wasn't surprised to see this strange corpse; she simply lowered her head, stroked her chin, and examined it closely.

"Did they peel off all the skin and make it into a 'suit'?"

"Your craftsmanship is quite impressive!"

Mira then put the mattress aside and said calmly:

"Judging from the smell, he must have been dead for about three months, and I saw 'Sid' just yesterday."

"Oh, that sounds like some kind of horror story."

Sia pressed her index finger against her cheek, and said thoughtfully:

"However, this also means that Lynn's situation has never escaped the eyes of the Gospel Church?"

"Is it because of that bloodline?"

Mira pointed to the human skin in front of her and said calmly:

"Instead of this, you should take a good look at this outer layer. Seeing this, don't you remember yet?"

"Making human skin into a suit and wearing it for camouflage."

"There will be such methods, but I can only think of one person."

“The Deacon of the Evangelical Church, ‘The Mask’”.

"A dangerous individual who has killed several heroes at the elite level."

"This record was shared by adventurer guilds in other cities three years ago. Now, the level of the Phantom Mask has become an unknown."