Chapter 55: First Movement

After the "Wraith" on the other side disappeared, Emlyn White withdrew his gaze, untied the thin thread of the document bag in his hand, and pulled out the documents inside.

After reading one by one, Emlyn has roughly grasped Ernes Boyar's whereabouts:

This Viscount of the blood clan usually does not have regular activities, either at home, or to visit exhibitions, or to taste wine in manors outside the city, or to accompany his female companions to visit several major department stores, or ask some girls to be models for painting, like a normal wealthy man. money people.

However, Ernes has been going to the St. George area every other day recently to oversee the renovation of the furniture factory he invested in, trying to restore it to use as soon as possible.

As a result, the blood viscount's life was repeated. Every other day, the activity venue was repeated, the route along the route was repeated, and the place for lunch was repeated.

Emlyn raised his hands and pressed the foreheads on both sides, and carefully extracted three scenes suitable for hands-on from the information:

One is the interior or entrance of the furniture factory run by Ernest Boyar; the other is St. Hirland Square, where he will stop to eat and feed the birds on the way home; the third is the Backlund Bridge—unless the other party is willing to go around a long way It's a long way, otherwise you must pass through here when you go from home to St. George's District.

These three places all meet the requirements of crowds and clutter, but the Backlund Bridge has too few access passages. If both ends are guarded, you can only leave by jumping into the river. It is a fool's choice... St. Hirland Square belongs to St. Hirland Plaza. The church is the center of the Church of Steam in Backlund, and even the entire Loen. The Second Holy See, in line with Mr. "The Hanged Man"'s proposal, can effectively control the extent of possible conflicts and interfere with subsequent divination and investigation... Gradually, Mulyn had a tendency in his mind.

And once there is a tendency, creatures will unconsciously look for more reasons, and Emlyn is undoubtedly the same. The more he thinks about it, the more he feels that St. Hirland Square can meet almost all requirements:

First of all, Ernes will stay there for a long time and have lunch at a Sivelas-style restaurant-this blood viscount was born in Sivelas County;

Secondly, there are many stations for trams, people come and go, mainly in the middle and lower floors, and accidents often happen;

Again, starting from there, if you don't pass the Backlund Bridge, you will enter the southern area of ​​the bridge, which is not that far away from the Harvest Church;

Finally, at exactly twelve o'clock at noon, the church of St. Hirland would blow steam, turn the levers, and ring the bell, and no one's attention would not be attracted.

It's here... Emlyn quickly made a decision, raised his right hand, straightened his bow tie, and his red eyes were full of anticipation.

Just at this time,

He suddenly frowned, realizing something was wrong:

Place Saint-Herran is simply too hands-on!

Suitable to meet almost every condition!

Will Ernes be wary of my revenge? How could he let himself stay in this environment for a long time? Even if he is too stupid to think of it, will the earls remind him? The corner of Emlyn's mouth curled up a little, and he already understood the reason:

St. Hirland's Square is the place of action designated "for him" by the upper echelon of the Blood Race!

Heh... Emlyn laughed, but the corner of his mouth did not let go.

He decided to apply to Mister Fool for a gathering of several members today, and invite Mr. Hanged Man to discuss the detailed action plan!

This is different from the previously finalized framework, which needs to be specific to every detail and consider every problem!

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Eleven forty-five, St. George's Quarter, St. Hirland Square.

On the third floor of a restaurant located in the northwest corner of the square, in a box.

A figure stood in front of the window, holding a cup of scarlet blood-like liquid, leisurely looking at the fountain not far away and the crowd coming and going.

He was thin and tall, wearing an evening dress for a banquet, his silvery light-colored hair and bright red eyes matched a slightly seductive handsomeness, and there was always a not-so-obvious smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Your Excellency, is there really nothing wrong? Emlyn is no longer the same as before. This can be seen from the hunting of the 'primordial moon' believers." A middle-aged man in a dark formal suit looked slightly Walking to the window worriedly, he asked.

The man known as the earl cast his eyes on Emlyn White who was listening to the street violin performance at the edge of the square, and said with a chuckle:

"Our preparations can even deal with a demigod, let alone this little guy who hasn't become a viscount yet?

"Also, we don't really want to do anything, the only purpose is to identify and identify, which is much easier than preventing someone from fleeing."

While speaking, the man with light hair and bright red eyes slightly raised his right hand and turned the ring on his left ring finger.

The ring was made of silver, inlaid with a strange blue gemstone.

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On a carriage heading towards St. Hirland Square, Ernes Boyar put his right hand on his left, and naturally turned the ring inlaid with sapphires on his ring finger.

He looked casually out of the window and saw a trackless public carriage slowly approaching from a distance. A newsboy in his early 160s slung his satchel and peddled along the street. A large number of bicycles replaced the usual carriages last year. Weaving through the crowds of people coming and going in the St. George area.

Here, far more people wear light blue or gray-blue workers' uniforms and peaked caps than formal hats.

Ernes withdrew his gaze and heyed secretly, not afraid at all of what might happen next, and even looked forward to it.

He felt that he was well prepared:

The "Oath of Roses" worn on the left hand allows Count Mistral in the distance to share his vision, hearing and smell, ensuring that no matter what happens, the ultimate goal can be achieved;

In the inside pocket is the "moon paper man", which is placed together with the silver pocket watch, which can replace him with a fatal injury or a direct attack on the mental body, so that he will not suffer serious injuries or die in a short period of time;

The "Alcohol Buster" diamond collar pin he wears can help him keep energetic and clear-headed, and improve his ability to resist spells in the mental and physical domain;

The belt around the waist is called "Moonlight Ribbon", which can effectively reduce the damage of "Sun" and "Lightning".

These magical items either came from Ernes' savings, or were bestowed by Earl Mistral, making Ernes a "target" that was difficult to solve and control quickly.

Coupled with the blood viscount's natural resistance to the effects of nightmares, Ernes has almost no weaknesses now. Even in the face of a demigod, as long as the opponent does not reveal the mythical creature form, he can still support it for a while.

The only problem is that the negative effects of these magical items are not so easy to bear... Ernes' face muscles twitched slightly, and he calmed down quickly:

The "Oath of Roses" ring would make his thoughts appear in Earl Mistral's mind from time to time, and if he wore it for a week without taking it off, then the two who had the pair of rings were likely to fall in love, regardless of gender or race;

The "Moon Paper Man" is a disposable item, which has almost no negative effects, and only makes people feel slightly cold;

The problem with the "Alcohol Buster" collar pin is that it will continue to cause damage to the liver and brain. If it is worn for too long, it is likely to lose a certain amount of thinking and logical ability. Therefore, it must be removed for a quarter of an hour every half an hour. ;

Once the "Moonlight Ribbon" is worn, various senses will become more acute, and it is easy to see things that should not be seen and hear sounds that should not be heard. At the same time, the wearer will intermittently itch all over his body.

I hope they won't be timid and don't procrastinate... Ernes Boyar looked at his own state again, and cast his eyes with implicit expectation on the entrance of Saint-Hirland Square not far away.

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On the other side of St. Hirland Square, Emlyn White, who stood on the edge to enjoy the performance of street musicians, suddenly looked up and looked at a bird flying not far away.

Then, he raised his hand to press the top hat on his head, buried his head slightly, and walked quickly to the center of the square, approaching the fountain.

During this process, Emlyn's figure flashed repeatedly, completely blending into the passing crowd.

However, this could not shake off Earl Mistral's lock.

The pale silver-haired blood count turned the sapphire ring on his left ring finger again, and said calmly:

"Notice."

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At the entrance of St. Hirland Square, Ernes Boyar became more and more energetic, knowing that something was coming, and it finally arrived.

As expected, Emlyn still chose St. Hirland Square...Ounes cast his eyes out of the window again, watching the pedestrians on the road, the trackless public carriages that were about to cross, the ordinary newsboys selling newspapers and the surrounding houses, Elegant windows of a shop.

He didn't believe that Emlyn's possible accomplices were hiding there, because there were more and better places in St. Hirland Square, but he thought that there should be vigilance.

Suddenly, he moved his body and moved forward slightly, almost leaving his seat.

The carriage he was riding in stopped without warning!

Immediately afterwards, the horses pulling the cart raised their front hooves, struggled frantically as if they were having a nightmare, and overturned the carriage to the ground.

During this process, Ernes Boyar actually had enough space, time and ability to help the coachman control the mad horse, but he did not do so because he saw a transparent and vague wolf-like ghost rush in from the window , throwing to herself a rose contained in her body.

a rose!

Just as Ernes Boyar's eyes enlarged, the carriage fell over.

He quickly jumped out of the carriage from the other side, and let an illusory and unreal black shackle protrude from the void, entwining the wolf-shaped ghost!

With a puff, the wolf-shaped ghost collapsed without struggling.

But Ernes Boyar stood there in a daze after he stood firmly on his feet, motionless, his eyes dazed.

He has entered a deep sleep.

In the trolleybus that passed by him, a young man with black hair and blue eyes was wearing a thin windbreaker, sitting with his back to the middle of the road, intently flipping through a notebook with a hard cover and a patina color.

Around him, other passengers were reading newspapers, talking to each other, or looking outside, and saw that the out-of-control horses quickly returned to normal.

With a swipe, the dark-haired, blue-eyed man turned over another page of the notebook in his hand.

The trackless stagecoach moved on, gradually moving away.