Chapter 242 Armed
Although Jacqueline herself is not a Beyonder who can fight head-on, the "fairy" she summons is not a character that can be easily handled.
The goblin summoned by Miss Jacqueline?
"She has already left a breath on the opponent's body, and he can't escape."
Friesen pressed the pocket and pushed back the goblin that came out of the pocket.
Extraordinary members of the Church of the Rose, for those who have never been in contact with them, if they want to find and track them, it is difficult to find the target except by using ritual means.
However, once the scent mark is left on the target's body by the perfumer, it will not be washed thoroughly, and it is basically impossible to escape.
And the code name of Sequence 7.
In Longfellow's memory, Sequence 7 of the rose pathway was called "florist" by him.
I don't know if it's a code name or a real name.
It is more likely to be a code name.
The goblin summoned by the florist has a special powder called goblin powder on its body, which can be emitted so that all kinds of goblins can clearly sense it.
Perfumers also seem to be aware of this particular powder.
Friesen looked at Yago and asked:
"After that, you."
Old Flame Road.
The combat instructions were over, and the carriage with only three people finally arrived at the destination.
After the three of them got out of the carriage, Yago and Alenaxia, who was holding an umbrella, walked side by side along the west-extending street, while Friesen lowered the brim of his hat and entered towards the northern road.
Yago and Alenasia were talking with normal expressions, while Alenasia covered her mouth and chuckled from time to time, and Yago also acted out the original owner's promiscuous nature.
Maybe use a charm too?
After advancing for a while, Yago came to the house with house number 221 under the covert guidance of Alenasia.
As if visiting a friend, he walked to the door with Alenasia who played the role of female companion, Yago raised his hand and knocked on the door——
tuk tuk -
Soon, there was a clacking sound from far and near, and the sound of boots' footsteps came from the inside of the door.
Then, a man who looked like a lawyer in a plain black suit, a bow tie, and a white wig with three curls on the left and right opened the door.
With the creaking sound, the door opened, and the gentleman dressed as a lawyer frowned slightly:
"Who are you?"
Yago took off the top hat on his head, revealing the slightly silvery dark gray hair that looked like bleached black hair, and at the same time showed a puzzled expression:
"Hi, I'm here to find Mr. Detective Sherlock Holmes. I have something to entrust to him."
"There is no Mr. Holmes here. This is not a detective firm, but my law firm."
Hearing this sentence, Yago showed a puzzled expression on his face, and turned to look at Alenaxia beside him:
"Isn't this Sherlock Holmes' detective agency? Let's go find another one. We must find something about that guy."
"Maybe we don't have to bother."
Alainasia, who was born in a noble family and whose performance is not perfect but not bad, made up a lie very cooperatively, and said, she looked at the man dressed as a lawyer:
"Can we consult the terms of the law?"
The man's complexion didn't change much, he just turned sideways slightly:
"Of course, please come in, both of you."
When the other party turned around and took the lead to enter, Yago and Alenaxia looked at each other.
Yago turned the cane in his right hand to his left, and Alenasia also changed her movements slightly.
However, the two did not attack immediately, they just followed each other into the office.
Compared with the Black Butterfly Firm, this law firm is not too big, but it is about the same size. At the end of the line of sight, there is a black and brown office desk with various folders and books on it. And piles of paper.
However, Yago noticed something.
Whether it is on the table or on the paper, there is dust.
The man dressed as a lawyer sat on the chair behind the stage and put his hands on the table:
"Two, what do you want to consult?"
Yago, who was waiting for the captain's arrival signal, glanced at the coat rack not far from the table, and responded:
"My house was taken over because of debts from deceased relatives, how do I get my house back"
Yago looked like he really planned to consult legal business, and then he seemed to remember something:
"What should I call you, sir?"
Hearing this, the man responded: "You can call me Gray"
And at this moment, the man who called himself Gray saw a smile on the other's face:
"Rats under cotton wool? Or curly-haired baboons?"
Instantly, his body tensed up.
Under his long-term combat habits, he almost instinctively bent his knees and rolled to the left, toward another bunker.
Whoosh!
Accompanied by the sound of piercing through the air, a crossbow arrow with star blue in emerald green and with a crystal clear texture was inserted into the table.
The attack failed!
Yago didn't expect that the action he intended to attract attention with words would instead make the other party vigilant.
But at this time, a gust of wind hit.
Yago, who had already opened the third-person perspective, looked as if he had just discovered it, and "hastily" set up the silver-handled cane to block the attack.
Boom! ! !
What flew over was a chair.
Accompanied by the shock, Yago's body tilted slightly under the impact.
And at this moment, beside Yago, Alenasia raised her right hand. She looked extremely weak, and a large amount of blood barrier mixed with dark blue poured out from her right hand, blocking Yago and herself.
boom! ! !
boom! ! !
Accompanied by two gunshots, two copper-yellow bullets hit the blood barrier.
The barrier cannot block the impact of bullets.
However, because of the intersection of the bullet and the blood barrier, the trajectory of the bullet changed. The bullet that seemed to be aimed at Yago's heart passed through his armpit.
Fuck!
At this moment, a figure crashed in through the window.
Friesen!
When the glass shards were flying, Friesen raised his left hand, and the star-blue blood condensed into a small hand shield, which was slammed towards the neck.
It was as if a bullet had been aimed at his shield on purpose. In the next moment, a bullet pierced through the air and hit the small shield in Friesen's left hand.
At the same time, blood condensed on his right hand, forming a huge knight's spear, which mercilessly stabbed towards the enemy's head.
Seeing this scene, the man with curly hair and wig holding a pair of revolvers tightened his expression, but he didn't have any intention of dodging.
He swung the left wheel with his right hand, blasted out, and directly collided with Friesen's blood lance.
Boom! ! !
It didn't look like flesh and blood, but sounded like metal interlaced impacts.