Comedic Sister Died Before She Could Even Show Off

Chapter 877: Comedic Sister Died Before She Could Even Show Off

Wilmot had lived for so many years that he knew tracking and reconnaissance magic as well. However, he rarely used such spells, so he had never mastered them proficiently.

Given the current circumstances, the murderer was likely an extremely experienced repeat offender. Relying on his own detection magic to find any traces would probably waste a great deal of time.

The reason Wilmot had chosen Momonga was because he valued his identity as an adventurer, as well as the deeply hidden strength he possessed.

Whether Momonga had been concealing his abilities and how capable he truly was, Wilmot could tell with ease. After all, he had nearly six hundred years of experience behind his eyes.

"Mm, I'll take this task. However, you'll need to avoid the room while I cast the spell."

Momonga had no objections to Wilmot's request. He had no interest whatsoever in prying into other people's secrets.

Wilmot nodded and turned to leave the room where Momonga and Nabe were staying.

"Ainz-sama, what should we do now?"

Momonga pulled out a cloth bag from his space. Under Nabe's astonished gaze, he took out a huge pile of Magic Scrolls.

"Ainz-sama, this is..."

"Nabe, you don't understand. We absolutely cannot underestimate the creatures of this world, so I made ample preparations in advance."

Nabe looked at Momonga with admiration and praised him, "As expected of one of the Supreme Beings. You consider everything so thoroughly."

After Momonga extravagantly used up a large pile of Magic Scrolls, he determined the murderer's exact location.

"Hmm? This location is... a graveyard? What is the other party trying to do?"

Forget it. Since he had found the location, he should tell Wilmot first. Faced with such a strange incident, Momonga also