"You've got some nerve. I thought you were clever, but you turned out to be an idiot who pleased neither side."
Xu Yue's voice carried a trace of mockery from the darkness.
This immediately enraged Lanclus, who had always fancied himself a wise man capable of playing others in the palm of his hand. Having been struck at his sore spot, he said coldly,
"Heh, how could a mortal's wisdom possibly understand what I intend to do?"
It was hard to describe just how much of a genius Lanclus was.
Call him foolish, and yet he had exploited the Con Artist to the fullest, spinning a whole group of people around his finger and scamming over ten thousand pounds in a single job!
He had also constantly mocked the investigators, even wanting to leave clues behind in order to draw in outside forces and create an opportunity to escape.
But in truth, if Ince Zangwill had not separated off part of the characteristics belonging to Azik, the descendant of Death God's biological son, to help with his original Evil God's offspring plan, he would have lost control on the spot.
He would have completely ruined everything back then. There would have been no chance at all to leave clues behind.
A Sequence 8 with only a little cleverness and no other specialties or trump cards had started plotting against an evil god. Who knew where he got the courage?
And his later act of leaving clues behind was an utterly terrible idea as well.
Put nicely, he wanted to provoke a conflict between the True God Churches and the Aurora Society, then fish in troubled waters to create an opportunity.
Put bluntly, he was a fence-sitter who pleased neither side.
His abilities could not support his ambitions.
He seemed to