Chapter 1051: Killing Spree (Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket!)

"Sarastro..."

Sherlock thought: "This is the name of the leader of the Kingdom of Light in the opera "Lulu's Magic Flute", right?"

"Yes."

Evans nodded: "It is considered a magical tool for the profession of 'Pied Piper', and can be used even after the Pied Piper is promoted. It looks like a sword, but it is actually a baton. By waving it, it can easily create the illusion of light, which can bring extremely powerful gains to people."

"...The promotion profession of the Pied Piper?"

Yasen was a little embarrassed, but a little curious: "But the profession of the Pied Piper is a high-level profession...it should be able to be used up to the fifth energy level."

"Yes."

Evans nodded: "I'm talking about the sixth energy level."

With the death of the Fallen Angel and the beginning of the Tail Ring Ceremony...he is now more and more open-minded.

"According to my information, the profession of 'piper' has the possibility of being promoted to the sixth energy level. Its sixth energy level is called 'queen of the night'..."

At this point, Aihuasden paused and added in a way that probably no one would believe: "Just take it as what the Lord of Scales and Feathers told me."

... "Just take it as"?

"Sixth energy level..."

Yasen's eyes were full of longing: "I don't even expect to reach the sixth energy level... I wish I could get in touch with the fifth energy level."

Hearing this, Aihuas just chuckled: "Yes."

That is, now, the fifth energy level can still be considered a superior person.

It is now May - at most three months, the second round of the Tail Ring Ceremony will be held. By then, the level cap will be raised to level 70, and the theoretical maximum can even reach the eighth energy level, and the normal maximum can reach the seventh energy level.

It is about the same as a 2080 graphics card, which was undoubtedly a flagship model when the 2080ti was not released. But after the 40 series was released, it may not even beat the 4060.

"...Really?" Yasen was surprised by what Aiwas said.

"Of course."

Aiwas affirmed: "In no more than three months, you will be able to steadily advance to the fifth level."

This is not a big deal.

After all, Yasen has been stuck at the fourth level for a long time, and this kind of stuck level problem is the easiest to solve by "Transcendence Tide". If he is lucky, he may break through in a few days at the end of the month.

Not only Yasen, but Sherlock is the same.

"That's really a good thing..."

Yasen put his hands together and said sincerely gratefully: "My biggest dream in this life is to advance to the fifth level."

This playboy who looks calm and reliable has become like a dreamy boy at this moment, imagining the future: "I basically gave up the job of a phantom thief after I got married... After all, it's for face. If I get caught, it won't be good for the family. But the biggest reason is that I feel that the growth of my extraordinary power has stagnated.

"No matter how I try to create "greater art", I'm stuck at this stage. Since then, I have been working as a sideline... My job is to design stages for others, mainly magicians or orchestras.

"But I have to say... The more I look at the 'beauty' of others, the more I yearn for it. Looking at beautiful things, even my own soul will become more beautiful. Just as writers can draw nourishment from the works of others, musicians will listen to the music of others to replenish their hearts... Just like wisdom can be copied through sharing, beautiful things will become more and more mutually confirmed, which is probably why the pillar god of the path of beauty is called the twin mirror."

Arsen sighed.

The car was rarely quiet for a while, and everyone was listening carefully to the rare true words of this thief.

But Arsen himself felt a little embarrassed when he saw everyone listening so carefully.

He couldn't help but ask casually: "Where are we going? Have we found the murderer?"

"Yes, we have found it."

Aiwass nodded: "It's Count Halick-right?"

Halfway through his words, he looked at Sherlock to confirm.

Sherlock also recalled and nodded affirmatively: "That's right."

Although he was absolutely confident in his memory, he didn't feel the need to check it again...

However, for the sake of caution, he hesitated for a long time, and still opened the file bag he carried with him, and carefully looked at the evidence and analysis he wrote down.

Sherlock's face suddenly turned black, and he shouted: "No, no! It's the Count of Orleans--"

He was also annoyed: "Turn around! The car may have driven the wrong way!"

Obviously, he already knew who the correct target was, but he couldn't get to the other side at all!

"The Count of Orleans? That's probably not possible."

Yasen lifted the curtains and took a look at the scenery outside: "This is already at the door."

"It doesn't matter."

Evans waved his hand: "I'm quite curious... No matter how many times we want to find the Count of Orleans, we will be diverted to the Count of Halek. Whether it is memory or words, they will be distorted. If... Count Halek no longer exists, where will it be directed?

"-I'm looking forward to it. "

"...What are you going to do? "

Yasen's face showed a look of horror.

"I really want to do something."

Aivas said, taking out a mirror from his arms: "I didn't go to find Lily because letting her participate in this matter...may not be a good idea."

From the gradually stopping carriage, a man wearing a white robe, with long white hair, and blood-red eyes... a gloomy and dangerous temperament slowly walked down.

The servants watched the Duke's carriage stop at the door from a distance, and they gathered over without hesitation. Even though it was late at night, the castle was still brightly lit.

Compared with other Moonchild counts, Earl Harrick is already relatively low-key.

The size of his manor is incomparable to the Duke's Palace. Even compared to the Palace of Silver and Tin, this castle is several times smaller... But even so, the number of slaves is quite large.

Aiwass, who transformed into the Son of the Moon, smelled the "Lock of Enchantment" very clearly.

It was a blood slave transformed through a charming kiss.

These male and female servants, who looked to be in their teens to thirty years old, all had traces of charming kisses on their necks.

They did not look as respectful and polite as the servants of Xing Antimony, but they were immediately filled with fear when they saw the eyes of the guests clearly.

"I'm looking for Harlick."

Aiwass, who was in the form of the Moon Child, made a hoarse and low voice.

"Well……"

The servants around him looked hesitant.

Aiwass reached out and grabbed one of them by the neck, pulling her directly to his side, revealing his ferocious fangs.

But upon seeing this, the other servants were not surprised.

The captured maid even closed her eyes and raised her chin to make it easier and less labor-intensive for others to suck blood.

This is not an act of flattery, but of self-preservation.

In order not to be annoyed by the blood-sucking Moon Child, it was best to do it in one step.

"how?"

He said calmly: "He doesn't want to see me?"

"...No, guest."

Another male servant, who looked to be the oldest, quickly stepped forward and said, "Which Lord Harlick are you looking for?"

He looked to be in his early thirties, wearing a monocle and shoulder-length black hair. Wearing white gloves and a very standard deacon's attire, he looked like he was about to sing.

"That's not your question."

Aiwass said coldly: "Go and report - just say that Iben wants to see him."

"Why, why don't you invite me in?"

With that said, the carriage door opened again.

Aleister jumped down from it lightly.

Such a beautiful girl made people stunned.

She put her right hand on her chest and saluted everyone very politely. Then he took two steps and followed Aiwass. That magical charm makes people dare not look directly at it, nor dare to stop it. She walked on the ground, wrapped in the increasingly sweet and intoxicating aroma of blood.

The position of the shoulder blades on her back gradually condensed with blood as crystal clear as rubies. They were like two flower buds and embryos.

Two distinguished guests climbed up the stairs.

Ahead, the castle door was slowly opened by servants. Of course they knew the taboo of the Moon Child - no one could enter without being allowed, so they all opened the door and allowed this unidentified distinguished guest to enter.

And the moment he walked into the door, at the moment when the light and darkness changed, Aiwass' originally straight face suddenly showed a strange smile. The smile on Aleister's face became softer and softer.

"Aleister."

he called softly.

"I'm here..."

Aleister's voice sounded.

"Let's go on a killing spree."

Aiwass ordered.