Chapter 112 Tool Man

Tonight at 10 o'clock...Klein glanced at Miss Messenger who was waiting there, walked to the desk, spread out a blank piece of paper and wrote

"I'll be on time.

"In addition, the situation in Backlund has been tense recently, so we must pay attention to the degree of control."

After reminding Sharon, Klein folded the letter, took out a gold coin and a rectangular "diamond" that constantly refracted light from his pocket.

"This is the 'Reappear Yesterday' charm, which allows you to temporarily borrow power from your past self." Klein handed three items to Reinette Tinekerr at the same time.

One of the blond-haired, red-eyed heads held by Reinette Tinekerr opened its mouth, biting everything together, and the remaining three said in turn.

"Why..." "Give..." "I..."

"It's part of the advance payment." Klein smiled as usual.

"Magic Mirror" Arrods' reminder made him feel that he needed to make more preparations.

Reinette Tinekerr didn't ask any more questions, and the four bright-looking heads shook up and down for a while with the help of the held hair.

He then stepped into the void and disappeared into the room.

Klein looked at the light rain and the already dark sky outside the window, took off his coat, and handed it to the personal servant Enyuni.

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9:50 p.m., Jorwood, a street near the Tussoke River.

In the rain that is common in Backlund in autumn and winter, a rented carriage turned here and moved forward slowly.

On the carriage, Emlyn White, holding a top hat in his hand, looked at the young man with pale face and messy hair with bright red eyes, and said with a slight curl of his mouth.

"right here?"

Maric, whose figure was a bit erratic, nodded, and pointed to a street-facing house with shops diagonally ahead.

"right.

"It was a bookstore, and the owner was Charlie Lake, a pure-blooded Loenian. However, when he was young, he went to the Southern Continent once, hoping to make a fortune. There, he became a member of the Rose School of Thought, 'The Bound One' He is a follower of God', and was sent back to Backlund to collect information and help members of the Rose School of Thought perform other tasks. We had been staring at him for a long time, and wanted to solve him by hand, cut off the information transmission of the Rose School of Thought, and for ourselves Create a better living environment, but end up holding back."

Emlyn said with a smile

"Facts have proved that patience can indeed lead to better results in many cases.

"Heh, frankly speaking, your performance is not the same as I imagined the temperance school's "wraith". I thought you would be very stingy with words."

Maric glanced at the vampire who was said to be the Viscount opposite.

"Different people have different personalities, and temperance is simply the control of desires that exceed their limits.

"On this matter, if I don't explain it so clearly, I'm worried that you won't understand it, which will affect the final result. In that case, the desire to 'restrain' will exceed the limit it should have."

Heh, although it is very philosophical, there is no need to use me as an example... Emlyn leaned against the wall in a leisurely posture, looked at the other side and said

"Continue with the previous topic."

Maric looked out the window again

"At Charlie Lake's house, there is a maid from the Pass Valley, who is also a member of the Rose School of thought.

"In addition, in the two houses diagonally opposite the Lake Bookstore, there lived a widow and an alcoholic man respectively. They belonged to the believers of the 'Bound God' and would deliver information to the Rose School of Thought at critical moments.

"What you need to do is to secretly monitor these three people when we are dealing with Charlie Lake, and through the transmission of news, target the person in charge of the Rose School of Thought in Backlund.

"Of course, we will definitely give Charlie Lake some chance to call for help, or send a signal."

Emlyn nodded slightly and said

"I understand."

He immediately turned his head to look at the sky full of overcast clouds and could not see the red moon, and turned the ring inlaid with faint blue gemstones on his left ring finger.

This is the "Oath of the Rose" ring, allowing Count Mistral to share his senses of sight, hearing and smell.

The ring turned around and returned to Emlyn's hand. Of course, it was only temporary.

In this way, Earl Mistral has heard what Maric said just now, and shared it with other blood race participants.

Emlyn originally thought that although he was only in charge of liaison and could not play any important role, he could at least demonstrate some spell-like abilities from the "Crimson Scholar" and pass them on in front of "Wraith" Maric The news, who knows, he doesn't have to do anything, just put on the ring and arrive at the scene.

This made him very frustrated, and he felt that he was purely a tool.

If you are not a demigod, you are not even qualified to directly participate in many things, let alone save the ethnic group... At this moment, Emlyn felt a little impulsive, feeling that his level was not worthy of his secret identity, and he could not Take the responsibility that should be borne.

As for the effect of the "Oath of Roses" on making the thoughts in the hearts of the two wearers appear in each other's minds from time to time, Emlyn was not worried. He asked Miss "Justice" to hypnotize him in advance so that he would not go to bed tonight. Think about those things that should not be known by the upper echelons of the blood race.

Just as he thought of sighing, a voice belonging to Earl Mistral suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Arrogant, childish, naive..."

This, this is the "Oath of Roses" randomly passing some of Earl Mistral's thoughts over... Heh... Emlyn sneered in his heart, and began to silently say a name

"Ernes Boyar... Ernes Boyar..."

Under the protection of Earl Mistral, this Viscount was hypnotized and went to the Harvest Church for a long time as a volunteer!

At this moment, Maric glanced at Emlyn's expression, nodded and said

"Your attitude now reassures me even more."

Very serious, very solemn, very focused.

ah? Emlyn was startled for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said

"thanks."

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The second floor of the bookstore is the home of Charlie Lake. This businessman is over 50 years old, his parents have died long ago, and he has never been married. It is said that he has several illegitimate children, but none of them live with him.

After ordering the servants and maids to check whether the doors and windows of the house were locked, he returned to his bedroom, poured a glass of red wine, sat on the sofa, and tasted it quite relaxedly.

He is used to drinking some wine before going to bed.

After the red wine bottomed out, Charlie Lake stood up and walked to the bathroom.

When he passed the full-length mirror in the bedroom, he glanced at it casually, and his body froze suddenly.

In the mirror, his face had become extremely pale at some point, his eyes were extremely protruding, bright red blood was left on the edge, and there was a dark red at the corner of his mouth.

As a member of the Rose School of Thought, Charlie Lake is no stranger to such situations. Instead of screaming or running around like ordinary people, he directly raised his right hand and stretched it out to his chest.

He had just touched the jewelry he was wearing, and his body was like falling into an ice cave that would never melt. From the inside to the outside, it was cold.

This coldness seemed to have vitality, and it expanded rapidly, occupying every corner of Charlie Lake's body, making him feel like his joints and muscles no longer belonged to him, and he began to obey others.

At this moment, there seemed to be another person in his body, cold and vague, full of malice, directly taking over everything outside of thinking.

At the same time, Charlie Lake saw a new change in himself in the mirror. There were two figures in his eyes, both young men in white shirts and black vests.

With the help of the preemptive touch with his right hand, a bright radiance lit up in front of him.

This glow seemed to originate from a shrinking "sun", throwing light and heat to the surroundings.

Charlie Lake immediately felt the warmth, and was no longer controlled by the coldness in his body. He uttered a word vaguely.

"Purification!"

The miniature "sun" in front of his chest became more and more hot, and the light was like warm water, pouring inward, creating ripples.

Charlie Lake then regained control of his body, immediately gave up on the door, and rushed towards the window.

The curtains had not been drawn there yet, the drizzle was falling lightly outside, and the light from the street lamps was dim.

Thumb up!

When Charlie Lake passed the carpeted coffee table and sofa area, he suddenly staggered and almost fell.

The rug seemed to come to life, wrapping around his ankles!

boom!

The coffee table flew up, and the bone china teacup and various documents on it flew directly onto Charlie Lake's face, causing him to be torn apart and turned into a strange dismembered puppet.

Moments later, Charlie Lake's figure stood out on the other side, and he continued to run wildly with a lingering fear in his heart.

He hated the size of his bedroom more than he did now.

Thumb up!

The pens were shot randomly, and the papers were flying horizontally. Charlie Lake finally ran to the window.

As a devout believer, he didn't break out of the window immediately, but grabbed the curtain and pulled it.

At the same time, he pressed his other hand on the gas pipe.

A layer of white frost instantly condensed on the iron-black metal surface.

With a click, the glass window in front of Charlie Lake shattered by itself, and each fragment was shot out like a bullet, hitting the businessman's face, leaving him without a piece of intact skin, and piercing him. Blood gushes out from the neck.

Charlie Lake's eyes dimmed, and he fell back weakly. During this process, he screamed and yelled, but the sound could not be heard in the room.

At this time, in another room, a maid who was obviously from the Southern Continent saw the light of the gas wall lamp flickering.

She immediately turned her head and looked at the place where the "employer" was, only to see that the gas pipes there were covered with hoarfrost.

In a house opposite Charlie Lake, a man with a rosy nose who was drinking with his sleeves rolled up suddenly noticed that the curtains were only half closed.

According to the secret code he and Charlie Lake agreed upon, if the curtains were all closed or fully opened, it meant that there was no problem, and if only half of the curtains were pulled, it was an emergency, and the people above had to be notified immediately.

He stood up abruptly.

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