Chapter 53 Instigation

Watching Ernes get into the carriage and leave, several bounty hunters who were hiding nearby immediately jumped out. Some did not hesitate to pay the upfront fee, and directly stopped a passing rental carriage, and some noted down the characteristics of the target carriage. , trying to go around from the remote and narrow path to the front, and some rode their pre-prepared bicycles, passing through the gaps between the carriages and the crowd amidst the clanging sound, following very easily.

Inside, Xio was the only one who remained calm and stayed where he was, watching Ernes and his colleagues go away.

This means of transportation called a bicycle is more useful than I imagined. No wonder so many bounty hunters save money and buy one. This can save the cost of riding in a carriage or walking time... If there are similar tracking tasks often, then The saved money is enough to buy a new bicycle... The only problem is that there are only a few models of this kind of transportation at present, and they are all high-seat types... Xio was moved for a while.

At this time, a tram came from the intersection and stopped in front of her.

Hugh's location happened to be a site.

Glancing at the double-decker carriage parked on the steel tracks, Xio took out a few penny copper coins, walked up, and found a seat by the window to sit down.

The upper and lower floors of this kind of public carriage can carry nearly fifty people in total, and it is not crowded at this time, allowing Xio to look at the scenery outside the window very smoothly.

But she wasn't admiring the scenery, she quickly sketched out the specific appearance of the target in her mind:

Brown hair, bright red eyes, deep contour lines, a high nose bridge that is somewhat deformed, and an oil painting album in his hand.

With the help of the "sheriff"'s extraordinary sense in this regard, and the fact that the distance between the two sides has not widened, Xio vaguely grasped the target's current position and intended direction.

Therefore, she was very calm, and even took off her peaked cap against the window glass, and smoothed out her slightly rough and stubborn blond hair.

After passing an unknown number of stations, after the public carriage stopped again, Xio suddenly got up and walked down.

This is the Backlund Bridge area, and the target she sensed has changed direction and is about to go to the bridge.

Xio immediately walked quickly, intending to enter another street from the corner in front and board the public carriage heading to the south bank of the Tussock River.

She was lucky, as soon as she reached the platform, the stagecoach drove over.

Xio breathed a sigh of relief,

Taking out the other few pennies I had prepared, I wanted to buy a bicycle even more.

This group of trams was very crowded, but relying on the majesty of the "arbiter", Xio passed the crowd relatively easily, went up to the second floor, and found a place.

The carriage moved slowly, Xio casually looked out the window, his eyes suddenly froze.

She saw Sherman, whom she couldn't find before!

The young man, who identified himself as a woman, entered a narrow alley holding a paper bag containing several loaves of bread and a stack of newspapers.

His shoulder-length brown hair has grown a lot longer, and his gray striped pants are a bit tight.

Although his figure disappeared in a flash, normal people couldn't be sure, but as a "magistrate", Xio still easily made a positive judgment.

Sherman returned the rented room in the East End and moved here? Seeing that the other party had nothing to do, and she was following the target, she suppressed the urge to jump out of the carriage, catch up with the other party, and ask about the latest situation.

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Holding the paper bag containing multiple loaves of bread and a stack of newspapers, Sherman walked through the alleys and streets, made a long circle, and then entered an apartment building, followed narrow stairs to the third floor, and took out Take out the key and open the door of your residence.

He seems to have developed good anti-stalking skills.

With a creak, the door opened, and Sherman's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a girl in a long black dress.

This girl has a sweet and gentle face and an unspeakably graceful figure. Even if she stands at the window, blocking the sunlight and making her place look dark, it seems to be coated with a layer of gold, making her more holy and beautiful.

"Why are you here?" Sherman first stared at the other party in surprise, and then looked up and down uncontrollably.

His less obvious Adam's apple wriggled and swallowed his saliva.

The next second, he turned his head abruptly and looked to the side, as if he didn't dare to look directly.

"T, Ms. Triss..." Sherman addressed the other party in a whisper.

Trissy's smile slowly bloomed, making the poorly lit room seem brighter, and then she asked in a slightly joking tone:

"Why don't you dare look at me?"

"I, I don't know, the one I like, the one I like is obviously a man, why, why do I still have a lot of strange thoughts when I see you..." Sherman still looked at the ground on the side, and replied slightly stammering .

Triss's expression suddenly became a little complicated, and then she smiled as if nothing happened:

"Women also appreciate beauty and attractiveness of their own kind."

She paused and said:

"I came today because I have a task for you. I am very satisfied with your initial progress, but it seems to have stagnated recently."

A little fear suddenly appeared on Sherman's face, and he took a step back subconsciously and said:

"I, I don't think it's necessary to do that..."

Seeing that Triss did not refute, Sherman's words gradually flowed:

"I really can't instigate others to steal, rob, and kill people, it's too bad, too hateful!

"Even, even the people you asked me to assassinate at the beginning, I now feel that I have done too much, although they did scold me, beat me, discriminate against me, spread bad things about me, and hurt me in various ways. I get pleasure, but, but their behavior is not to the extent that they need to pay with their lives."

Trissy smiled in no surprise and said:

"That's not what you said at the beginning. You hated them and were full of resentment towards them. As soon as you acquired extraordinary abilities, you couldn't wait to take revenge on them. I just mentioned a little bit, and you planned many assassinations yourself. I always remember how you were covered in blood, shivering, and frantically satisfied."

While listening, Sherman couldn't help backing away until he reached the door that had closed at some time, then covered his face with his hands, and yelled out in a low voice:

"Do not!

"I have nightmares every night now, dreaming that they surrounded me bloody, chasing me, biting me..."

Clap, a paper bag fell to the ground, and several loaves of bread were scattered, and a stack of newspapers fell right next to them.

"This is normal." Triss interrupted Sherman's words calmly, "This is the psychological transformation stage that assassins will inevitably have. Think about it, when those people bullied you in the past, did you want to kill them?" them?"

"...Yes." Sherman hesitated for a moment.

Triss immediately gave a low laugh:

"You killed them by resisting when you were being bullied."

Her words have a meaning that people are willing to listen and believe. Sherman quickly calmed down and nodded:

"Thinking about it this way, it's really much better..."

Hearing this sentence, Triss's dimples appeared, and she added a little playfully:

"Besides, they are not your opponents when they are alive, so what is there to be afraid of when they are dead?

"Even if they become ghosts, it's okay, you just need to complete the 'ritual' carefully and take the potion again, and all those souls will be burned to death!"

"But, but, seeing others become ugly, crazy, and vicious under my instigation, I just, I can't bear it." Sherman was still quite reluctant.

Triss twitched the corner of her mouth invisibly, and said with a constant smile:

"That's the evil thoughts they already have, and it has nothing to do with you. Even without you, these evil thoughts may erupt at a specific moment and on a specific occasion.

"Also, the tasks I assigned to you are all related to the gangsters. Don't you know what those people look like? Letting them fight among themselves and kill each other is kindness and mercy to you and innocent residents like you in the East District .”

Sherman subconsciously opened his mouth, but when the words came to his mouth, he shrank back.

He fell silent.

Triss glanced at him with roving eyes, and continued softly:

"You are only one step away from the final goal, as long as you complete the remaining 'rituals', you can drink the third potion and completely transform into a woman.

"At that time, you can use the name 'Snowman' you chose earlier, what a beautiful name, and then leave Backlund as a girl, go to Jianhai County or Disey County, and start a new life , has nothing to do with everything here, well, you must be full of charm, you will be pursued by many excellent men, and choose the one you are most satisfied with and like to enter the palace of marriage and give birth to lively Children, educate them to grow up healthily, take them to go skiing in Winter County, go to Dixie Bay for vacation, go to the hunting ground to enjoy the entertainment that nobles only have...

"Didn't you say that in order to find yourself, you can give everything?"

Sherman's lips moved a few times, he squeezed them tightly for a moment, then opened them a little bit and said:

"Ms. Triss, I understand, I, I will do as you ordered."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have lost all his strength, staggered and was about to fall, and subconsciously reached out to caress the coat rack next to him.

During this process, his eyes naturally swept over the stack of newspapers on the ground.

The stack of newspapers had been unraveled, revealing a certain report in the middle:

"...Mr. Dawn Dantès, a rich man from Dixie, intends to acquire Lalivier Steel Company, thinking that it has quite good profitability and development prospects..."

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"Sir, do you really want to acquire the Lalivier Steel Company?" Enyuni, the valet at No. 160 Boklund Street, asked as he was going upstairs.

Dwayne Dantès shook his head and said with a smile:

"This news is purely fabricated. I only met Mr. Phil Larivi, the owner of the Lalivier Steel Company, at the ball last week and chatted for a few words."

The butler next to him, Walter, was slightly relieved when he heard the words, and then said:

"Sir, Lalivier Steel Company is indeed looking for buyers, and there are quite a few interested buyers."

In other words, this news was released by Phil himself to a reporter in order to sell it at a better price? Klein nodded thoughtfully, entered the semi-open room with a large balcony, prepared to enter above the gray fog later, and observed the Hazel family with the help of "believer" Enyuni's prayer spot.

This is what he has been doing for the past few days.