Indeed, confidence is key, a slip-up at last, huh!
In the prompting voice, Fu Qian, having returned to the warehouse, was quite satisfied with the current developments.
The final action of flipping the lever was just for show.
His task was to eliminate all other anchor points; if the Holy Grail were really exposed under the starry sky, wouldn't it instantly fail the mission if a Deity took notice?
In fact, the Sage Old Master's party truly didn't care, because this was precisely their predetermined plan.
But someone did care.
Charlotte in the statue hall was most likely killed by the lasers shooting from the eyes, undoubtedly the handiwork of the Holy Grail.
But what about the three people in the Bell Tower Hall? Fu Qian saw very clearly, their heads seemed to fall off out of thin air, with no signs of any attack.
What exactly had they died from?
