Chapter 56: The Second Movement

Place Saint-Herran, northwest corner, third floor of the restaurant.

When Ernes Boyar appeared in front of the ghost wolf with a rose in his arms, Mistral with pale silver hair and scarlet eyes took his gaze away from Emlyn White, and the darkness behind him filled the air. Come out, countless tiny bats are flying inside.

Bribery... The blood earl had just uttered a word silently, and then "saw" the overturned carriage, "heard" the roar of the horses, and "smelled" various smells. It is not clear where the source of accidents and confusion lies.

At this moment, his "vision" dimmed, his "eyes" seemed to lose the ability to perceive light, and the noisy sound in his "ears" stopped!

Count Mistral secretly let out a "heh", and was about to merge with the countless bats behind him, descending and reorganizing next to Ernes Boyar.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light jumped out of the dark "vision".

This light swelled rapidly and became brighter and brighter, and a golden figure with twelve pairs of jet-black wings walked out of it!

The pairs of wings spread out one after another, covering Mistral's "horizon", where light and darkness intertwined, forming mysterious and complex symbols one after another. They are indistinguishable from the golden figure, both divine and corrupt, light and dark.

Angel! Mistral's pupils dilated slightly, and he couldn't help taking a step back, interrupting his previous thoughts.

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Ernes Boyar woke up quickly and dazedly, saw a pair of eyes as clear as jewels and as clear as lake water, and felt a newspaper handed over and stuffed into his palm.

In those emerald green eyes, little by little ripples began to sway, forming circle after circle of vortexes in the depths, as if they wanted to absorb the souls of the witnesses.

Ernes Boyar was instantly immersed in it, unable to move his eyes away.

Then, a soft and erratic female voice sounded in his ears:

"Hold the newspaper and follow Emlyn White...

"Hold the newspaper and follow Emlyn White..."

Layer upon layer of voices echoed in Ernes Boyar's ears, penetrated into his brain, and sneaked into his heart.

Ernes Boyar nodded in a daze,

I only felt that there were some words in the follow-up, but I couldn't hear them clearly.

The newsboy holding the newspaper in his cross-body bag quickly turned around, passed through several bicycles nimbly, and blended into the passing crowd.

"He" had a handsome face, his hair drooped messily, covering his eyebrows, and while walking, he took off the black gauze glove that he had worn on his left hand at some point, folded it and stuffed it into the satchel that contained the newspaper.

The sound of the wind made "his" clothes shrink, revealing a bulge at the arm position.

A few seconds later, Ernes Boyar suddenly jumped back on the spot, as if avoiding something.

not good! I was affected by the nightmare ability! As soon as he stood firmly on his feet, his pupils dilated, and he looked around vigilantly, guarding against the coming attack.

Although Ernes Boyar was puzzled by how easily he was dragged into the dreamland, he knew that this was not the time to fuss over the details, the next thing was the focus, and he must not be distracted.

Ding!

Several bicycles approached, and the sound of bells reminded the gentleman standing in the middle of the road to avoid it.

Ernes Boyar stared at them with narrowed eyes, and the muscles under his clothes were ready to go.

These few bicycles passed him by, and the pedestrians either hurried away, or slowed down, pointing.

when! when! when!

Twelve bells rang in a row, white steam spewed out from the chimneys at the top of St. Hirland Church, and the hymns of praise were accompanied by the rotation of huge gears and levers, echoing inside and outside.

On the square, everyone stopped in their tracks. At this sacred moment, they either closed their eyes and prayed, or listened quietly. Whether they were believers of the God of Steam and Machinery or not, only the white doves that were being fed fluttered their wings at the same time. Get up and rush into the air.

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when! when! when!

The bell rang, but no one moved, and Earl Mistral in the dining room also stood there with a rather solemn expression, motionless.

His "sight" has recovered, but all he can see are workers wearing gray-blue and light-blue clothes and bicycles of the same style. Apart from these, he found nothing, and Ernes Boyar was not injured at all.

Of course, he guessed from the newspaper in the hands of the blood viscount that there was something wrong with the newsboy just now, but he didn't try to catch up.

Obviously, the ability to use the angelic personality just now does not belong to the low-middle sequence. In other words, the forces behind Emlyn White hide at least one demigod nearby. Mistral believes that once he If you make a move, you will inevitably be blocked or even attacked.

When he was in a position where he could be easily found, but the other party didn't know where he was hiding, Mistral, the blood count, thought it was not a good thing, and chasing him by force would only lead to big problems.

Moreover, for the blood race, this is just a temptation. If the forces behind Emlyn send out demigods, they will use Ernes Boyar's self-protection to hold back the strong man, so that Mistral can rely on The "Oath of the Rose" confirmed the identity of the assailant—they did not intend to break out a fierce conflict because of this. In the draft plan, at most, Mistral took the initiative to stop the opponent, so that Ernes Boyar would not be killed. suffer injury.

In this situation, the initiative no longer rests with them. If they forcefully pursue them, there is a high probability that there will be a demigod battle. But in Backlund, around St. Hirland's Church, this is tantamount to suicide.

In addition, for Mistral, since the opponent's demigod did not end in person, but only provided assistance, it would be disrespectful to attack and chase him directly, and insult the reputation of the blood count.

snort! I want to see what happens next! The muscles on Mistral's face twitched slightly, and he turned the faint sapphire ring on his left hand again.

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After the bell rang twelve times, Emlyn took another step, bypassed the fountain, and among the falling white pigeons, came to the entrance at the other end of St. Hirland Square.

Immediately, he saw Ernes Boyar whose back was slightly arched and did not dare to move half a step. He saw the overturned carriage, the horses flicking their tails bored, and the coachman with a painful expression on his face.

Emlyn walked over, took out the wallet from his pocket, drew 100 pounds in cash, and handed it to the driver:

"This is your compensation."

"Huh?" The coachman was both confused and surprised.

The rented carriage did not belong to him, he was just an ordinary employee. When the horse was frightened and damaged the carriage, he first felt distressed for a short time, and then panic and despair dominated his mind.

According to the so-called contract and the similar things he has seen over the years, this is his responsibility and he needs to make compensation, but with his income and family situation, this means bankruptcy!

In the short period of time just now, various thoughts arose in the coachman's mind, mainly divided into three categories, one is to blackmail the stunned gentleman in front of him, and ask him to make compensation, so as to prevent his family from disintegrating, and the little child He was going to work in a black factory when he was young. The second was to immediately take the horse to a gang member, sell it, and then return home to leave Backlund with his wife and children. The third was to arrange for his family to move out of the place they were renting now. , I went to the owner of the carriage to intercede, hoping to return it in installments. If the other party disagreed, I would rather go to jail than pay a penny.

Now, the sudden 100 pounds of cash hit the coachman's heart heavily, making his head dizzy, and he didn't know what to say.

£100 is enough to buy a new cab, and there's plenty left!

Emlyn didn't look at the coachman, but looked at Ernes and said:

"never mind."

Aren't you the biggest problem? You have come here, how can you call it all right? While cursing, Ernes turned the sapphire ring on his left hand.

For some reason, he felt that he should trust Emlyn White, and even get close to him.

Emlyn glanced at it, then turned around suddenly, and quickly walked into an alley.

Ounes subconsciously took steps, followed closely behind, holding the newspaper in his hand all the time.

One of the two blood races ran and the other chased. They were both extremely fast, but they didn't dare to show anything different from ordinary people.

Earl Mistral only used the "Oath of Roses" to connect with each other after the two blood races ran a long distance and left the range of his spiritual induction, and followed behind calmly.

Emlyn sometimes circled, sometimes plunged obliquely, and sometimes returned to the place he had passed by from another road, making it impossible to guess where his destination was, and Ernes was like a bull who saw the red flag. Ken gave up and followed closely.

Unknowingly, the two blood races came to Rose Flower Street in the south area of ​​the bridge.

At this time, Emlyn suddenly accelerated his speed, and rushed into the Harvest Church without being afraid of being dragged out of the afterimage.

Ernes did the same.

not good! Earl Mistral in the distance was about to come over to stop the follow-up, but Ernes' figure had disappeared at the door of the Harvest Church.

Click!

The stone bricks under Mistral's feet shattered.

After entering the church, Ounes suddenly realized, and immediately saw a figure in a brown priest's uniform standing up at the front of the rows of seats, like a mountain peak.

At the same time, the entire church has become extremely thick and strong, as if it has become one with the earth!

Ernes's mind suddenly buzzed, and another voice echoed:

"After waking up from the first stage of hypnosis, throw the items on your body at Emlyn White."

Swipe, swipe, swipe! Ernes untied his belt, threw out the pin, and threw one item after another at Emlyn White who was opposite, including the silver pocket watch and the wallet full of banknotes.

Snapped!

The newspaper in his hand fell to the ground, and a card was thrown out of it.

On that card, there is a picture of the Goddess of Justice sitting on a stone chair, holding a sword and scales.

Tarot card, "Justice" card.

PS: Change first and then change, the first rush in September is over, relying on the manuscript, there is no continuous update~