"A strange scent? What kind of scent?" Angel looked curiously at Little Red.
Judging by Little Red's tone, this scent was anything but ordinary. Could Nakbi truly be hiding some secret?
Angel had always felt that his act of playing the riddler back then had been rather abrupt. If Nakbi really did possess something special, perhaps that abrupt behavior had been some predestined omen?
As Angel pondered this, Luigi also looked at Little Red with great anticipation. Unlike Angel, Luigi was convinced that there was something wrong with Nakbi; he simply had never discovered where the anomaly lay.
Little Red could smell out deeper intelligence. Perhaps they could get an answer from her.
Facing everyone's gazes, Little Red pondered for two seconds, slightly organized her wording, and then slowly said, "The scents on it are actually very complicated. I won't mention the ones I find meaningless. For example, Analysis No. 656: 'Ignorance'; Analysis No. 799: 'Cowardice'..."
Whether ignorance or cowardice, these traits had already been displayed by Nakbi, so there was no need to elaborate further.
What truly made Little Red find the scent strange...
"This is a scent I have never analyzed before." Little Red's expression was very serious. "So, it has no specific analysis number."
The analysis numbers had been compiled by Little Red herself. Each number corresponded to a rough piece of intelligence.
And the scent Little Red had smelled on Nakbi was beyond her existing records.
Although it had no specific analysis number, based on her prior experience, the intelligence Little Red had derived was roughly: "A sleeping bloodline of a remnant race."
Sleeping, remnant race, and bloodline were the three somewhat abnormal pieces of intelligence Little Red had analyzed. However, these three pieces of intelligence supported one another—or rather, they were one whole.
That was